Chapter 180: The Bombardment of Judah

At 12 noon, Huang Youhuan went to the rice restaurant he had been to on the night of Shiya's suicide. He ordered a bowl of sauerkraut fish and rice noodles, which meant that something was wrong, and it was the code he had made an appointment with his boss. The boss quickly hung a sign at the door to close, and when the last customer in the store left, he pulled down the roller shutter, locked it from the inside, and then sat down at a table, waiting for Huang Youhuan's order.

In less than ten minutes, the boss listened to Huang Youhuan's instructions and looked out from the back kitchen, and there was nothing abnormal. Then, the two of them walked out of the back door quickly, closed the door, and got into a gray Volkswagen Santana car rented by Huang Youhuan parked not far from the back door.

Huang Youhuan parked the car closest to the entrance of the church, and he compared it several times before he was satisfied. After getting out of the car, the two people checked their watches, glanced at each other, and then went their separate ways.

According to Huang Youhuan's arrangement, the owner of the rice noodle shop had to stay outside the church all the time, and if he found any man who was basically eligible to enter the church, he would immediately use a miniature walkie-talkie to notify Huang Youhuan who was ambushed in the corner of the church. If Huang Youhuan is ready to act, he is immediately informed that he will run to the back door of the church to cut off Martin's escape route.

Huang Youhuan has rehearsed this action plan many times in his heart and on paper, and he feels that it is indeed foolproof. He remembered a look of confusion on his boss's face when he heard him say that the operation was codenamed "Bombing Judas." Huang Youhuan couldn't help but feel secretly proud.

He just waited quietly. During this period, the owner of the rice noodle shop sent messages twice, and finally found out that they were all false positives. Martin hasn't shown up yet.

Huang Youhuan repeatedly advised himself in his heart to calm down, not to panic, not to be in a hurry, to be calm and calm, and to deal with it calmly. However, his legs still trembled involuntarily, this was the first time he had carried out a task alone, and the boss was at most a hand, not a cooperation at all - he didn't even have a gun.

Until 5:30 p.m., Martin did not show up.

The owner of the rice noodle shop said a few words on the walkie-talkie, Huang Youhuan didn't hear it clearly, but the general meaning was very clear, that is, he had always insisted on the post arranged by Huang Youhuan, and he even held back his urine until now.

Huang Youhuan is grateful for his cooperation, but also disgusted with his stupidity. This is a place of worship for Europeans, and it is not a sacred temple, so why not find a random place to solve it yourself?

By 6:00 p.m., the chapel was already empty. Huang Youhuan was still unwilling, and informed the boss that he was not allowed to leave, and he waited for another 15 minutes. There is still no trace of Martin.

Huang Youhuan was furious at this time, he felt that he must have been tricked by the local believer. He inserted the gun back into his close-fitting holster, turned around and went to the boss angrily.

The boss was really not in place. Huang Youhuan waited for a while, only to see the boss who was thin like a coconut tree walking over with a relaxed face, whistling as he went. Obviously, it is a state of contentment after relaxation.

When he walked to his side, Huang Youhuan shouted, and the boss was startled and looked at him blankly.

"Where did you die?"

The boss had an innocent face, and he didn't know what the problem was. In his opinion, his own behavior and observance of the concept of time are simply impeccable, and there is no time to find faults. So he just looked at Huang Youhuan in a daze and didn't say a word.