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In addition to Zhong Zhe, who had his back to the door, there were three other people guarding the warehouse.

One person faced Zhong Zhe and bent over to get very close to him, while the other two stood on his left and right sides as if they were watching a good show.

When Cheng Ling's first shot hit the head of the person on the left, that person hadn't even reacted. When Cheng Ling shot the second shot, the person on the right was about to draw the gun, but the bullet pierced through the heart first, and the body immediately became paralyzed. go down.

With the third shot, Cheng Ling looked for the executioner at the lowest point of sight. The man was bent over, and the two shots gave him time to react. At this moment, he just shrank his whole body, took Zhong Zhe as a cover, and tried to fight back.

Cheng Ling kept firing continuously, suppressing the opponent's actions with firepower, and when he rushed to the front in two steps, he jumped over Zhong Zhe and handed over to the executioner.

The distance was too close, and it was too late for the two of them to shoot. The gun body was greeted directly as a cold weapon. The force was too strong, the tiger's mouth burst, and the two guns flew out at the same time.

The slender plastic pipe originally used for watering and torture lost control and jumped up as if dancing.

When Cheng Ling was fighting with the executioner, Zhong Zhe moved his chair vigorously. The slippery water caused by it helped him move out of the battle zone, so as not to be used as a shield again at some point.

It's a pity that he didn't move two steps away, the wire sticker on Zhong Zhe's chest, which was used to connect the electricity, was stuck tightly like a dog's skin plaster.

He struggled twice, and the thread sticker fell off.Zhong Zhe continued to move to the side, not wanting to, the falling wires entangled the legs of the chair, and he broke free again. Although the wires broke free, the chair was also skewed, and Zhong Zhe, whose hands and feet were bound, was unable to balance and turned over out.

Zhong Zhe fell to the ground, bent his legs and leaned against the horizontal bar at the lower part of the chair, stretched it several times like a shrimp, and then slightly released his buttocks from the stool.Only then did he free his upper body from the back of the chair, and rolled to the ground with all his strength, finally got rid of the chair, and completely rolled to the edge of the warehouse.

In the middle of the underground warehouse, Cheng Ling had no time to look after him, the puddles were extremely slippery, and the two people who fought were also soaked. The executioner suddenly broke free from Cheng Ling's hands, and when he saw him turn around, he threw himself one meter away. Dropped guns.

The two guns that fell were not far away from each other, and now they both landed in the deepest pool of water. Just as the opponent threw himself down and tried his best to reach the handle of the gun, Cheng Ling saw Zhong Zhe rolling away from the center from the corner of his eyes. , the thread stickers on his body were scattered in a piece of water.

In a blink of an eye, he swooped sideways towards the closer current controller.

The opponent had already grabbed the handle of the gun, held it up, and turned around while rolling.

Cheng Ling also straightened up, his rubber-soled special service boots stood firmly on the ground, and turned off the current control valve.

Zhong Zhe saw that the man in the water suddenly twitched all over, his face was distorted, and the hand holding the gun involuntarily loosened.He felt palpitations, but luckily he hadn't been electrocuted yet.

Cheng Ling put down the current controller, picked up a sharp knife for meat-cutting from the long table used for execution, turned around suddenly and exerted force, the knife light was better than the arrow, and instantly nailed the person in the puddle, impartial Right to the heart.

The current has been stopped, and the person who was still twitching in inertia gradually stopped the swing of his body, and he couldn't die anymore.

Cheng Ling only heard a long breath coming from the earphones, and then the excrement officer yelled "Oh yeah".

He found the source and shut off the water pipe, and came to Zhong Zhe.

The person in front of him was drenched and his upper body was naked. The low temperature in late autumn made him tighten his hands and feet, and his skin looked pale and translucent after being irritated by the cold water.

Cheng Ling stepped forward quickly, first cut off the tape on Zhong Zhe's feet, and then leaned over to cling to his hands that were tied behind his back with a knife.

Cheng Ling was tall and tall, and he hugged Zhong Zhe almost completely. When he crossed Zhong Zhe's neck and cut the tape on his back, the warmth of his breath touched the skin of Zhong Zhe's shoulders, which actually made the person in front of him shiver.

"Okay." Cheng Ling backed away quickly, and began to take off his own clothes, starting from the jacket, the shirt... Zhong Zhe watched in a daze as he took off the belt, and then took off his trousers. Now he was almost completely naked.

Also dumbfounded was the excrement shovel officer on the other side of the surveillance screen.

What's the matter today, everyone likes to take off their clothes.

Without saying a word, Cheng Ling walked towards the man who was shot first. This man fell to the ground with a shot in the forehead, and the blood didn't stain his clothes much.He began to take off the man's jacket, then his trousers.

Seeing Zhong Zhe who was still in a daze, Cheng Ling couldn't help reminding, "We have to hurry up. You wear mine."

Only then did Zhong Zhe come to his senses, he quickly took off his sticky trousers with his hands and feet, waved his limbs, trying to shake off some of the water on his body, Cheng Ling's shirt stuck to his cold skin with warmth, and it was so dry that it made people throb .

In the corner was his shirt that had already been soaked and torn. Zhong Zhe looked at Cheng Ling while putting on his underwear.

This guy asked him what to say, he was afraid that he would catch a cold, and guessed that he would despise other people's clothes, not to mention that he was a dead man, so he took off his own and left him to wear it.

He never thought he would do this.

Cheng Ling turned around and walked towards him, Zhong Zhe stared blankly.

He was wearing the other party's slightly baggy clothes, his figure looked a little weak, his pale face became more and more attractive, and his ecstatic eyes were fixed on Cheng Ling's face, shining with a strange brilliance.

Cheng Ling lowered his head, took out the gun he found from the enemy and handed it to Zhong Zhe, "Are you able to move without hindrance? I saw you were still motionless before."

"Fake it." Zhong Zhe relaxed his nerves at the moment, and smiled wantonly, "Thanks to the pill you gave, PTSD did not attack, and it seemed to offset part of the effect of the drug. Not only did the drug not completely knock me out, but I I was able to move while the plane was in the car."

Seeing Cheng Ling's slightly surprised expression, he half-smugly and half-mockingly said: "Fortune and misfortune depend on each other. In addition, in order to paralyze those people, there is probably no one who has more experience than me in pretending to be immobile. "

The shit-shoveling officer reminded Cheng Ling in due time that there were two minutes left, and the monitoring would be detected as abnormal. In addition to the reaction time required by the other party, the time left for them was less than 4 minutes.

"Sir, your gun is soaked in water. The other dead man didn't have a gun?"

Cheng Ling shook his head, probably because of the base, the three people in the warehouse didn't all carry guns with them.

He glanced at the two firearms that had already been submerged in the water, and picked up his own.

Cheng Ling started to move, retreated, and disassembled... Zhong Zhe stared at Cheng Ling closely, and in the blink of an eye, G17 was completely dismantled.

He watched him withdraw the bullets in an orderly manner, drying them one by one with dry clothes, and then drying the gun body.

After the guns were reassembled, Cheng Ling smooth-bore checked, aimed, and fired. After a thorough check, he reloaded the bullets again. The operation was as smooth as a trick and as precise as a machine, and he stared at the two people on and off the screen.

When Cheng Ling was finished, the shit-shoveling officer jumped up and quickly cut out the time of the screen.

Two minutes and 39 seconds.

"Two minutes and 39 seconds! Including wiping off!"

Cheng Ling's ears were almost deafened by her shouting.

He didn't have time to talk to the excrement shovel officer who was still chattering excitedly in his ear, and motioned Zhong Zhe to move to the warehouse door.

"Wait!" Zhong Zhe rushed into the office compartment at the back of the warehouse, and quickly glanced at the desktop and shelves. After finding the USB flash drive plugged into the computer, he clicked on the drive letter, and encrypted storage appeared inside.

It was it, Zhong Zhe unplugged the USB flash drive and ran towards Cheng Ling.

Outside the warehouse door, approaching voices could already be heard.