Chapter 1266

When Kawashima Fangzi saw the station in front of him from a distance, he immediately folded his arms and sank into the crude oil again.

The train didn't stop at the small station, just as Kawashima Fangzi didn't want to stop here, he still ran forward.

……

When the sun was setting and the sky was full of stars, the train finally stopped by a small town.

But Kawashima Fangzi did not get off, still hiding in the tank, she was waiting for the dead of night.

Although the northwest border of China can not be described by the idiom "sparsely populated", it is not at the same level as the prosperity of the mainland.

If there were such a bright night sky in any city in the mainland, those couples would have danced happily for a long time to deduce a romantic love story. It's impossible to be like the town where Kawashima Fangzi got off the bus. Only at ten o'clock in the evening can there be no ghost shadow on the street except two or three dim street lights.

Strictly speaking, Kawashima Fangzi is now a ghost shadow. His dark image is even more frightening than a ghost under the starry sky.

Walking lamely, Kawashima Fangzi slowly walked out of the town along the street. After about three or four hundred meters, she saw an abandoned engine well house.

In the northwest of China, there is still such a well house built in the 1970s. There is a high-power diesel engine more than ten meters underground in the house, which is used to pump deep groundwater and irrigate nearby crops in drought.

The floor area of the well room is not very large, about ten square meters at most. After unscrewing the rusty lock, Kawashima Fangzi walked in, turned around and fumbled on the wall for a moment, then found the power switch.

Fortunately, there is still electricity in the well room. Although the ten watt light bulb doesn't work, Kawashima Fangzi still sees the layout of the room: next to the east wall is a simple bed supported by bricks and door panels. There is nothing on the bed except some broken blue overalls. There is also a broken table beside the bed.

Slowly shut the door, Kawashima Fangzi wrinkled his nose and sniffed hard. In addition to the strong smell of diesel, he also smelled a musty smell. It seems that no one has been here for a long time.

Walking to the table, Kawashima opened the broken drawer below and was surprised to find that there was a roll of clean veil, and a set of tools commonly used in diesel engines, such as pointed nose pliers and screwdrivers.

"It seems that there is no way out." Kawashima Fangzi smiles, quickly takes out the pointed nose pliers, the screwdriver and the roll of veil, and then covers his buttocks and walks down the winding steps to the underground shaft.

At present, what Kawashima Fangzi needs to do most is to remove the crude oil from his body, and then take out the bullet in his butt.

Everyone knows that black crude oil is not easy to clean, but maybe some people don't know: when your hands are full of oil and other greasy things, as long as you scrub with soil, you can also achieve the effect of "wife washing clothes". Soil is actually the best descaling agent.

In this old-fashioned engine well house, the most important thing is soil, because its building materials are made of soil germ. With the erosion of years, the underground diesel engine is covered with a thick layer of soil.

Maybe Kawashima Fangzi got a lot of luck from Chu Yang. After carefully walking down the well, she found that there was a light bulb underneath, which was of great help to her personal hygiene.

After putting the veil and other things in his hand, Kawashima Fangzi squatted on the ground, grabbed the soil and rubbed it on his body like soap. After rubbing it for half an hour, he slowly dived into the cold well water.

(people who have stayed in the countryside in the last century all know that there is a window made of stone slabs more than ten meters underground of this kind of engine well house, and the belt of diesel engine pumps water from the engine well through this window. The distance between the two is at most three or two meters, which can be ignored for Kawashima Fangzi.).

After scrubbing with mud four or five times in succession, Kawashima finally washed all the crude oil off her body.

Her skin, once again showing the kind of weird bronze, wriggling from the window to climb to the side of the diesel engine, like a beautiful snake out of the ground, showing a stream of evil men nosebleed.

Kawashima fangko is not a ninja, but she certainly knows Ninja better than most ninjas.

The reason why ninjas are called ninjas is that they can survive as much as possible in any complex environment, just as they can endure the pain that many people can't bear.

Instead of using any anesthetics (actually, there is no anesthetics here), when Kawashima Fangzi took out the bullet from his buttocks with a screwdriver and pointed nose pliers, he didn't have the cold sweat hiss and screams like those brave Marines in Hollywood movies. Instead, he always kept a calm look, as if the pain and blood were flowing down his thighs, It didn't happen to her at all.

"Sooner or later, I'll leave a bullet in your ass as well." Stare at the nipper. Kawashima Fangzi, with a cold smile on his mouth, threw the warhead on the ground, picked up the veil, rubbed it on his hand, and then stuffed it directly. In the wound, it's hemostasis.

If the brave American marines see all this, they don't know whether they will worship Kawashima fangko?

Just now, when she was taking a bath, Kawashima Fangzi had drunk enough well water. Now she doesn't plan to leave here immediately. What she needs most is a good night's rest. After all, even if Ninja can tolerate it, she still needs enough sleep.

Kawashima Fangzi's speed when he went to the surface was much faster, as if he had never been hurt at all.

She got up and put on those blue rags and put them on her body. Then she used those pliers, screwdrivers and other tools to carefully set a trap on the door, turned off the light in the engine well room, lay down in bed in the dark and fell asleep. She curled up like a snake.

When she woke up, it was still dark all around, but there was a very light sound of footsteps outside the door.

……

Along with the oil stains on the ground, Huang Dongdong stooped to the door of the well.

"No wonder the pursuer lost her whereabouts. It turns out that she was hiding in the tanker. It seems that chuyang is right. But the guy doesn't know where he's gone. I'll wait for him to come back? " Huang Dongdong murmured to herself. When she got to the door of the engine well room, she slowly stuck her body on the wall. Under the weak light of the mobile phone display screen, she clearly saw the black crude oil on the damaged lock nose.

Before separating from Chu Yang, that guy once told Huang Dongdong that if he found the enemy's trace, he must not bend his hand, and must retreat to a distance to call him.

But Huang Dongdong's advice to someone in Chu was dismissive. He felt that this guy must have looked down on her because of her age or her dress.

You know, she is the drizzle cultivated by the second Department of the general staff of Huaxia at a high price. When performing the infiltration task outside, she relies on the young, non mainstream new human beings as the cover.

Huang Dongdong doesn't believe that she can't deal with the girl who has been injured and hasn't had a meal for more than two days. She must catch the girl and show her off in front of Chu Yang.

Contempt from Chu Yang changed Huang Dongdong's mentality.

After she found out Kawashima Fangzi's whereabouts first, she did not follow his instructions. Instead, she decided to catch the island spy whom he had exaggerated. Let him and ye Chuqing have a look. She is an elite agent trained by the second Department of the general staff, not a loser or a parallel agent.

Huang Dongdong squatted down slowly, put his mobile phone on the ground beside the wall, then held the gun in his right hand, and tried to push the door gently in his left hand.

According to the resistance from the door plate, Huang Dongdong decided that something should be leaning on the back of the door, but it was not locked. Otherwise, she would not have pushed it a little, and a crack appeared in the door. A smell of crude oil and moldy diesel oil crept out of the crack.

Release your hand, try to push again, release again, push again... So after many times, Huang Dongdong has determined that the door panel is supported by twigs and other things.

Huang Dongdong slowly stood up. Now she can be sure that the female spy of the island country was hiding in the engine well room, but she had to think a little about what to do next.

In accordance with Chu Yang's orders, she returned to meet him. She didn't have to consider the plan at all. There were only two problems she was considering.

The first is to kick the door in.

Another, can only be careful to open the door after the twig, slowly touch in.

If Huang Dongdong could be more intelligent and could positively understand the problem that someone in Chu almost committed suicide because of being entangled by Kawashima Fangzi, then she would not have the confidence now.

She stubbornly thinks that she is the drizzle that the country has made great efforts to cultivate. If this kind of work still depends on the guidance of a young uncle, where should miss huang's face go?

Therefore, after a little consideration, Huang Dongdong resolutely took a fierce attack... That is, he kicked the door open and killed the female spy of the island country with a gun!

Of course, after the female spy is killed, Huang Dongdong doesn't mind telling Chu Yang to come over and ask him to take out the USB flash disk from the woman's stomach. After all, Miss Huang is a lady of the family. She disdains to do such bloody things, and she can also give some credit to that family.

Huang Dongdong didn't know why. She suddenly thought of giving some credit to the young uncle, but she did think so. When she thought about it, there was a smile in her mouth that she couldn't see. She even imagined the guy's admiration for her five body throwing and flattering.

Thinking of this, Huang Dongdong was frightened: why do I care so much about that guy's attitude towards me? It turns out that I care so much about that guy!

Alas, the young uncle is as strong as wine, and the girl's feelings are always poems!

"Give me a break!" There was a cock crowing in his spring dream, which sounded from somewhere in the town over there.