Five thousand nine hundred and eighteenth chapter spacious warehouse
Chengru lay down under the tree in the dim light, following him like a huge gecko, his body scraping against the ground and moving quickly and silently. In the blink of an eye, he had appeared next to the truck near the warehouse.
He then stood up from the darkness. He put the sniper rifle on his back and pried the box on the side of the carriage with one hand. His body suddenly jumped up and in the blink of an eye he appeared on the top of the high truck. He followed and lay down on the carriage.
He raised his gun and aimed at the warehouse door.
At this time, Chengru, a top sniper, had a calm face, and his body lying behind the sniper rifle did not emit a trace of murderous intent. In the dim starlight, his entire body seemed to be integrated with the cargo box in the carriage.
Just now, Chengru saw through the scope that the young monk was suddenly pushed into the warehouse. His heart suddenly jumped into his throat, and his finger on the trigger of the sniper rifle almost came off.
He knew that his gun was already aimed at the little monk's head. As long as he pulled the trigger, the opponent's head would explode in an instant, and the little monk would jump out at that moment, out of his opponent's control.
And Xiaohua, who had been following the little monk close to the warehouse, would definitely pounce out when her own gun rang out, breaking the other boy's neck with one claw to ensure the safety of the little monk.
But this would inevitably alarm Nighthawk in the warehouse. Now, he had not received the notification from Wan Lin and others that they were in place. Once he fired, the entire action plan would be destroyed, so he acted decisively at the moment when the little flower jumped up.
The trigger was released.
He knew that as long as Xiaohua rushed into the warehouse at the same time, this fierce little brother would definitely protect the little monk. He released the trigger and quickly reported the situation to Leopard Head.
As soon as his voice fell, he heard Wan Lin's knocking sound from the earphones, and his nervous expression immediately relaxed. He knew that Wan Lin and the others had used the chaos created by the little monk to create ventilation on the ceiling of the warehouse.
If they are in place in the pipeline, they can provide cover for the little monk and the little flower at any time. If the little monk and the little flower enter the warehouse at this time, they may become an unexpected surprise.
Chengru then slipped out from the thick branches and leaves, and appeared like a ghost on the top of the truck near the warehouse. He then took off the sniper rifle he was carrying behind him, quickly stretched it out from the top of the truck, and locked the muzzle firmly.
The two secret sentries standing guard at the entrance of the warehouse.
At this time, an incandescent lamp was emitting a dim light on the steel beam on the roof in the middle of the warehouse. The entire warehouse seemed very dim. On the cardboard boxes next to the rows of shelves, several people were sitting with assault rifles and rifles beside them.
Silhouette of pistol.
There was an off-road vehicle parked near the warehouse door. The opened door revealed a tied figure. There was a layer of khaki tape on the figure's mouth. The figure was curled up in the seat motionless.
There are several thick ventilation ducts distributed above the steel beams on the roof of the warehouse. The ducts are distributed in a tic-shaped shape on the roof of the spacious warehouse. There are seven or eight vents distributed regularly below the ducts.
At this time, in the dark pipes on the roofs on both sides of the gate, several dark figures with night vision goggles on their faces were lying quietly. Sha Xiaofeng and two of his men were lying in the pipe on the east side. The three of them
Their eyes were fixed on a vent in front of each other, twisting the muzzle of the silencer in their hands, and quietly taking aim at the figures next to the shelves under the vent.
Wan Lin was lying at the junction of a ventilation duct on the west side, and Feng Dao was lying behind a vent. Both of their eyes were fixed on the open warehouse door. Wei Chong, who was holding up one hand, had already left.
Sneaking out of gaps and vents.
As the young monk was pushed into the small door, a small black shadow rushed in from the young monk's legs like lightning. The person standing at the door was shocked. He reacted quickly and hugged the young monk's neck, and his body moved toward him in an instant.
He stepped back from the side, leaned against the wall next to the door, and raised his right hand sharply.
There was a sound of gun bolts being pulled at the same time in the warehouse, and seven or eight black shadows emerged from under the stacked shelves at the same time. The black muzzles of the guns were also raised and aimed at the open small door. Just returned
The calm warehouse was suddenly filled with an extremely tense atmosphere.
"It's a wild cat, don't shoot!" the black figure standing by the door hugging the young monk's neck shouted in a low voice. Several figures around him emerged from the darkness and immediately retreated to the surrounding shelves.
The boy standing next to the small door glanced at the kitten that had jumped up to a shelf and was staring at him eagerly. Then he cursed in a low voice, then raised his right hand and gently closed the open small door.
The boy then pushed the young monk away. He stared at the young monk and asked coldly: "Which temple are you a monk in and what is your master's name?"
The little monk, whose face was flushed as he was hugged by his neck and suffocated, stared at the person in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, and then muttered something in a low voice.
At this time, he could already see a man in front of him wearing gray casual clothes. He was about thirty years old, with fair skin, about one meter and seventy-five meters tall, and a well-proportioned figure, giving people a gentle and elegant appearance.
The man in gray clothes saw the little monk staring at him with a straight eyebrow. A cold light appeared in his eyes and he cursed in a low voice: "Little bald donkey, I'm asking you something, what are you mumbling about?"
The young monk quickly clasped his hands and answered: "Ah... Amitabha. The young monk is... ordained in Lingyi Temple, and the master is... the Changtian Dharma... teacher, the master asked... to let me come out to practice hard and practice universally.
...to save all sentient beings. Just now, the young monk was saying, you...you, the donor, don't...look like a bad person." Before coming, Wan Lin was worried that someone would interrogate this boy, so he told him to tell the truth to avoid any flaws.
The young monk stammered and finished. He didn't wait for the man in gray in front of him to speak, and raised the broken bowl in his hand. He changed the topic and said: "I... I am a young monk. I haven't become a good person in two... two days."
Zhai La, we... we will... chat later, the donor can... can you give me something to eat first?"
Before the young monk finished speaking, there was a burst of low laughter in the warehouse. Several boys hiding near the shelves laughed and lowered their guns aimed at the boy.
The man in gray clothes standing in front of the little monk couldn't help but laugh. He murmured in a low voice: "This little bald donkey is not only a little monk, but also a little stammering snack food. He is still thinking about eating even if he is about to die.
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He glanced out through a gap in the warehouse door, then turned to a dark figure next to the shelf and ordered: "Find some steamed buns for this kid. It seems that he is really hungry."
When the little monk heard the boy's instructions, he quickly clasped his hands and bowed and said: "Thank you... thank you, the donor." He then ran staggeringly to the side shelf: "This... donor, you... you hurry up