Chapter Twenty-Six: The Old Boy at the Night Meeting
There was no time to worry about Xingyu's safety, so we hurried to prepare for the evening's action.
The atmosphere in the classroom was serious and we were discussing, tonight's plan, except for Da Hong, who was in charge of the meeting, each of us had our own tasks, the monkey was responsible for the surrounding guard in case anyone disturbed it, me and Batian, Da Fei put on Mo Lao Wu's clothes, and lurked at several intersections around to avoid being attacked by the school guards to warn for a timely retreat.
Xu Yu said lightly: "I'll go with you too." We looked at Xu Yu, who was seriously injured and had not recovered, and did not speak, Da Fei took the lead in breaking the silence: "Brother Xu will leave it to us this time, this little thing needs you to come out in person, hahaha." I also smiled and said, "Yes, Brother Xu, you have to sit at home, if there is an accident, you have to take your brother to save us."
Xu Yu lowered his head and pondered: "Then let's do it, if there is an accident to save your life, retreat immediately." "Okay," we replied in unison, and we went down to get ready.
We are camouflaging Da Hong, Da Fei is wearing a black sportswear, with a mask with a skull ball on his mouth, at first glance it looks five points similar to Mo Lao Wu's subordinates, Da Fei dropped two sets of clothes and smiled: "I don't know, the size doesn't fit or not, I will wear it." I said with a look of disgust, "This can't be a dead man's clothes ripped from a corpse." Batian spat and said, "I'll go, no, it's too disgusting." Da Fei glanced at us and said: "Didn't I capture so many of Mo Lao Wu's subordinates last time, I let them take off, I won't wear the clothes of the dead." "Hahaha" we looked at each other and smiled, put on our clothes, and continued to "dress up" Dahong.
"I'm wearing too much, I feel a little difficult to breathe" Da Hong looked at himself who had worn three layers inside and three layers outside, and said helplessly, I laughed and scolded: "It's not that you don't usually exercise, it's all fat, and you don't have Mo Lao Wu's perfect muscles." Batian slapped the big red belly hard and said, "Talk about your stomach for a while, don't show your stuffing, hahaha." Da Hong touched his stomach helplessly and said secretly: "I hope so, I don't want to put my life into it because of my body problem." When we were ready, we didn't say anything, we didn't tell the other brothers, and waited quietly for the night to fall.
At 8 o'clock, there was still half an hour left from the agreed time, a few of us came out of the classroom on the first floor, bypassed the training building against the wall, and moved towards the "gladiatorial arena", the "gladiatorial arena" is connected to the playground, at this time the playground has long lost the lively atmosphere of the past, only a few zombies wandering on the runway, carrying out endless walks, but unfortunately there is no life and no thinking, just a walking corpse, in order not to attract attention, we scattered, I carefully touched the back of the zombie, Got up and raised his knife and slashed in one go, the zombie's head fell in response, without a single sound, and under such cover, we sent Dahong safely to the edge of the "gladiatorial arena".
Batian waved his hand from us and we scattered and hidden, only Da Hong walked in, and after a while, an old man in white followed by two school guards, he whispered to his subordinates to guard at the entrance, and walked in alone, we couldn't help but be nervous for Da Hong, but at this moment, we can only wait quietly and dare not act rashly.
It may be that the three of them didn't dispose of the zombies that followed on the way to come, and soon after the old man entered, dozens of zombies followed, and the two people guarding the outside did not panic, guarding the entrance with two iron rods and bows left and right, easily resisting the attack of the zombies, during which the two also made jokes and bets to see who killed more.
I secretly thought in my heart that the combat effectiveness of these two people was not weaker than that of Batian and Da Fei, and after beating the zombies, they took out their cigarettes and smoked them, and one of them said: "Lao Tong is too useless, we are so strong, there is no need to cooperate with Mo Lao Wu's group of wastes." The other spat disdainfully and said, "The old guys in the school are all thinking of these little schemes, obviously there are such powerful things, it is not easy to take them out and destroy them."
Listening to their words, my heart became uneasy, it seems that they still have their own secret weapons that we don't know, it seems that they are the most dangerous compared to Mo Lao Wu, we waited for more than half an hour Lao Tong walked out, two subordinates quickly ran over and stood respectfully in Lao Tong's life and asked in a low voice: "Tong Lao, how are you talking." The tone was completely devoid of the disdain just now, and I saw the old boy chuckling and said: "Ask what should be asked, what should not be asked, don't open your mouth when you die." After saying that, they walked out without looking back, and the two hurriedly followed.
After a while, we saw that Da Hong had not come out, and in a hurry, we rushed in, only to see Da Hong sitting on the ground, his face covered with sweat, as if he had experienced something extremely terrifying.