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Chapter 1094 Blind Women Are Not Blind 8
The first step is to nail a few nails on both sides of the door and connect them with thin rubber bands to make a simple "tripping rope", which can be pitted one by one;
The second step is to move the writing desk to the door and control the distance between it and the tripping rope;
As for the third step...

Just to find temporary weapons for everyone.

Those people know how to break the glass with stones, so it is difficult to guarantee that they will not throw objects into it. Moreover, the presence of light limits the vision of the people inside.

For the sake of safety, everyone had to retreat here.

Fortunately, they still have all their belongings with them.

For example, the big wrench that Qian Fugui stuck in his back.

Regarding the choice of weapons, it is based on the principle of first far and then near.

Brother Yang took a few darts from the dart board.

He is a darts enthusiast, probably at the beginner level. He is equipped with brass darts, which are heavy in his hand and feel just right.

The lethality of darts is no less than that of bows and arrows within an effective distance, especially the long and sharp tips of this kind of darts, which have strong penetrating power.He twirled the dart shaft, gaining more confidence in himself.

Perhaps in the eyes of those people themselves, they are hunters.

But here everything is ready.

"Everyone should pay attention, they are likely to bring monsters in, we must not watch!" Brother Yang reminded.

As soon as the words were spoken, several people broke into the door, smashed the living room, kicked down the wine cabinet, grabbed the glass bottles inside and smashed them, the smell of alcohol quickly spread to every room.

They began to search the various rooms.

"no!"

"no!"

"Neither do I!"

In the end, there was only one option left.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer to the study.

They laughed while walking, full of contempt for this group of prey, which is the excess confidence brought to them by many successful experiences.

Qian Fugui stepped on the chair holding a big wrench, condescending, listening to the voice with his ears sideways.

Lan Shuying hid behind the door. She laid her blind stick across the floor, just enough to stick out through the gap under the door, to catch her by surprise.

Hong Mao took down all the hard-shell books and decorations from the bookshelf, and piled them up in a mess in front of him.Ono subconsciously hid the precious Bible left to him by his father, for fear of being caught by Hongmao and smashing people.

There was also Tang Qianqian, who was squatting next to Hongmao, clutching a few magazines, wanting to throw them away but feeling anxious.

The door of the study is open, just to lead you into the urn.

The first person didn't pay attention to his feet and stumbled over the rubber band.

The second one tripped over the person in front and threw himself behind him like a stack of arhats.

They both fell forward together.

The forehead of the first person hit the wooden desk hard, and he curled up after falling to the ground.

Two more came in. They lowered their heads and cut off the "tripping rope" with a knife. The moment they straightened up, they were hit by two wrenches from Qian Fugui, and they were so hard that they saw blood!

Qian Fugui jumped off the chair.

At the same time, Brother Yang's darts also arrived.

It's not sure where he was aiming at, but in the end, it stabbed deeply into the intruder's shoulder and upper arm. It was not fatal, but when they got up, they lost the ability to raise their hands and hit people, so they were smashed by Qian Fugui. Enough.

The fall of the first four people reminded the latecomers.

The people outside waved over with sticks, but Qian Fugui put oil on the soles of his feet and just ran away!
Hongmao and Ono hurled books at the door frantically!

The rattling sound of the paper, coupled with the thick and hard shell, if it is hit, it is like being hit by a brick, which is not good.

The intruders were sensible, they helped each other and retreated.

When they reappeared, the wounded were behind them, and the ones rushing were all good players—two people kicked towards the writing desk, and after kicking away the obstacles, the remaining five or six lined up to rush in!

They didn't realize that there was someone hiding behind the door!

Lan Shuying swept over with her blind stick and hit her toes, and the unlucky ones fell forward one by one, falling into a string of dominoes.

Qian Fugui and Brother Yang also gathered together and closed the door for a beating.

Let's say he didn't hold back at all, in fact, he didn't - Brother Yang swung his elbow and hit him to the back. He was a little soft and his face was very disturbed.

But Lan Shuying is different from Qian Fugui.

They regarded these intruders as the monster's loyalists, and they didn't want to leave any trouble at all. Brother Yang was distracted, but the two of them estimated the danger every time.

It didn't take long for the messy breathing in the room to disappear.

"...all, dead?"

Tang Qianqian carefully exposed her eyes from between her fingers, and then quickly covered her eyes!
Before that, the red hair had covered her mouth, preventing her from barking.

Brother Yang panted heavily, and encouraged loudly with a guilty conscience: "Huh! Good job, especially Wen Jia, you... well done!"

He has mixed feelings.

I thought the blind girl was a greenhouse flower that needed careful care.

It was only when something happened to him that he realized that this delicate flower still has thorns!
Lan Shuying's reaction was very flat, and she stepped aside with her blind stick lit.

Qian Fugui was probably addicted to killing, so he went out alone to clean up the remaining wounded, and even snatched their weapons, and ran out to deal with the scattered ones.

Several men worked together to drag the bodies aside to let the girls and children in the team pass.

Now, the mosaics are all over the floor, the nose is smoky, and it is greasy to step on, which makes people very uncomfortable.

"I'm afraid we can't stay in this place..." Brother Yang said sadly.

Because they don't know how many of those guys there are.

What if there are more accomplices?

The address has been exposed, if you don't leave, maybe they will make dumplings next time they are sleeping soundly!

There is an even more terrifying conjecture...

Perhaps, at this moment, there is a monster around them, waiting patiently for them to open their eyes.

"Then let's go." Qian Fugui said nonchalantly, "The world is so big, where is there nowhere for us to go? But..."

"What?" Lan Shuying continued.

"Hey, but let's not run to too desolate places, I don't want to go hungry."

Hongmao laughed as soon as he heard it: "Then, we don't want to either!"

The friendship between men is very simple, they have fought together, tasted the feeling of blood rushing, and they are buddies when they pat on the shoulder.Hongmao loves to drill camps, first he pleases the blind girls in the team, and now he thinks that Qian Fugui's tendons are also reliable.

Brother Yang was silent.

This oldest and calmest man was originally the captain.

He thought about Qian Fugui's act of cutting grass and roots just now, and felt that this person might not be as simple as a fitness coach. After thinking about it, he could only swallow all his dissatisfaction and admitted Qian Fugui's position in the team.

As they moved the remaining supplies back to the car, they were surprised to find that the windows had been smashed and the leather seats were strewn with debris.

Who did it?There is no need to guess at all.

Hongmao pulled out the fragments from his hand, pressed his bloody fingers on his clothes, and said, "Unlucky!"

Brother Yang grabbed a coat from his bag to clean the seats, and only after he finished cleaning did he realize something was wrong.

(End of this chapter)