"The spear is left, the pistol is hidden close to the body, and after everyone gets off the car, their expressions should be as natural as possible, just as if they are ordinary tourists who come to the antique market to play. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Su Zixuan said, she put the Desert Eagle pistol in her waist, straightened her clothes, covered the pistol, and then walked off the bus with a natural expression.

Everyone did as they were said and got out of the car one by one.

Liu Yufeng put the Type 95 rifle with other people's spears, left them in the car, and someone would naturally give it to him later, and then carried his schoolbag, followed behind the old principal, got off the bus, and walked slowly towards the antique market.

In yesterday's robbery, the transport truck destroyed by the rocket was towed away overnight, and the entrance to the antique market was also cleaned up, and there is no trace left yesterday anymore.

At the entrance, there are many people coming in and out, but compared to the lively scene of the antique market before the robbery, it is obviously too deserted today.

This scene is not surprising, after all, such a big case happened yesterday, and the people who dare to come to the antique market today are only a few after all.

Not to mention today, it is estimated that for a long time in the future, even before the impact of the robbery is completely eliminated, it will be difficult for the antique market to return to the bustling and lively situation it used to be.

"Sure enough, all the ordinary people were evacuated, and now the people in the antique market are actually all pretending to be army soldiers. ”

When Liu Yufeng got out of the car, he immediately found that those who came in and out of the antique market had an imperceptible rigor and integrity.

The tourists who usually haunt the antique market are very casual because they come from all over the world and do not know each other.

It's easy to tell the difference between the two.

Of course, this small difference, except for Liu Yufeng, who often comes to play because his father works in the antique market, it is difficult for others to see.

The martial arts masters present, if Su Zixuan hadn't told them in advance, they wouldn't have known that there are no ordinary people in the antique market now.

Su Zixuan said in a low voice: "After everyone is ambushed, if there is any situation, I will quietly inform everyone." Once that innate master appears, these soldiers in the ancient market will secretly evacuate, and then only we martial arts masters will be left in the market, everyone will shoot, don't have any scruples, do your best, just ask for a little, and kill that innate master as quickly as possible!"

The crowd nodded silently, but did not speak, and immediately dispersed when they entered the antique market.

Since that innate master will come here to rob, he may have been hiding in a secret place outside the antique market at this time, and is observing this place from afar.

Therefore, everyone tried to talk as little as possible, did less irrelevant actions, and only pretended to be an ordinary tourist, so as not to reveal any flaws and be detected in advance by the innate master.

After everyone dispersed, they rushed to the ambush site as planned, Liu Yufeng walked left and right on the street, and when he arrived at the stall diagonally opposite Rong Bao Zhai, he didn't know when there was a straw hat on his head, covering his face.

Sitting on the stool, Liu Yufeng unloaded the schoolbag from his back, took out the grenades, threw them in a pile of fake guns on the stall, and then put the schoolbag behind him and hid it.

pressed the brim of the hat, Liu Yufeng raised his voice roughly, and shouted to become a vendor.

His father Liu Ruilin is an antique dealer, and Liu Yufeng also helped his father see the stall a few times, so he is familiar with the road and looks good when he becomes a street vendor.

After a while, Liu Yufeng sold several handicrafts.

But Liu Yufeng knew that all this was just acting.

He's not really a street vendor, and he's not really a tourist who buys things.

All this is just to make an appearance, so that the whole antique market looks like it is usual, and not a trap that has been arranged!

In fact, the antique market is no longer an antique market, it is a battlefield, and a net has long been opened, just waiting for the prey to take the initiative to come to the door!

During this period, a tourist dressed as a soldier, when he was shopping, handed Liu Yufeng a long bag, which contained a Type 95 rifle and bullets.

After Liu Yufeng took it, he took out the rifle, pressed the bullet into the load, opened the safety and put it together with the fake gun on the stall.

After doing all this, Liu Yufeng glanced at several other ambush locations and found that everyone was also ready.

The muscular man who was closest to Liu Yufeng, the cat was behind the stone cutter, holding the Gatling machine gun tightly, and when he saw Liu Yufeng looking over, he blinked narrowly.

Liu Yufeng smiled dumbly, also blinked, and then turned his head to look at Rong Baozhai.

Through the glass window of the hall, Liu Yufeng saw the old principal sitting behind the counter, holding a clay vase in his hand admiring.

Not to mention, Liu Yufeng found that the old principal and the owner of Rong Bao Zhai, Tang Lao, really looked a little similar.

"That innate master has appeared, and now he has entered the entrance of the antique market. ”

At this moment, Liu Yufeng's ears suddenly heard a sound as thin as a gnat.

It was Su Zixuan, who was informing him with the kung fu of "transmitting sound into secrets".

Liu Yufeng's heart was cold, he didn't dare to slack off, pressed the brim of his hat again, and his hands kept moving, as if he was sorting out the things on the stall, but in fact, out of the corner of his eye, he aimed at the end of the street.

"It's coming!"

I saw a person slowly walking over from a distance, thin and thin, dressed in white and practicing martial arts, but it was a middle-aged man.

"Is this an innate master?"

Liu Yufeng found that the palm of his hand was oozing some sweat unconsciously.

This is the first innate master he has ever seen, although he looks like an ordinary person, and there is no momentum in his body, but Liu Yufeng still feels a little nervous in his heart.