Chapter 329

"There seems to be something behind the flower rack." after that, he poked away several flower branches with bone blossoms with his hand. We exposed something like an exhaust hole behind the flower rack. There is a lock on the half meter square barbed wire.

"Can you open it?" I looked outside. The cleaners were chatting and the security guards were around the main building. No one looked at us. Moreover, the herringbone flower rack was more than two meters high and could block us.

"Little fun," said the drunkard. He moved a few pots of flowers from the bottom two layers, stretched out a hand and went in. It was estimated that something like iron wire was hidden in the palm of his hand. I only saw his hand move and the lock opened with a click.

"I'll come." I loaded the pistol bullet and pinned it behind my waist, so that I could pull it out and fire at the first time, support my body and half drill in between the two rows of flower racks, open some barbed wire mesh on the exhaust hole, and look down with a flashlight.

Before I observed valuable information, my sense of smell took the lead in front of my vision. A smell attracted my attention. Although the taste was not particularly heavy, it was still obvious under such a heavy fragrance of flowers.

I put my head into the ventilation hole, the smell was more obvious, and I could hear the buzzing sound of the fan inside. It seemed that the source of the smell was inside, and this smell was familiar to people who fought for years like me. It was the smell of corpse decay.

I turned back and gave the drunkard a thumbs up, indicating that I had found the right place, but I couldn't hurry in at the moment. We had taken these into account when we made the plan. I immediately sent a message to brother donkey. It was a smiling face, which meant that we had found a clue and needed them to cover for the next step.

Brother donkey's short message returned quickly with the word "received". The drunkard and I spilled the insecticide indiscriminately and disposed of the rest of the grocery stores and warehouses. When we were about to leave, brother donkey pretended to spill a bucket of insecticide powder, which was blown everywhere by the wind. Brother donkey shouted, "close your eyes, it's poisonous, it will hurt your eyes."

Taking advantage of the chaos, the drunkard and I took off our protective clothing and threw it into the rear compartment of the car. Ivan immediately put it on the prepared plastic models. These models are estimated to be used to display new clothes at the door of the clothing store. Now it is just right to cover us. Put on the protective clothing and put it close to the window. It is covered with a head cover and respirator, which will make people think that there are real people sitting inside.

When Ivan put our "double" on the table, the drunkard and I ran to the flower house quickly while several security guards and cleaners at the door didn't dare to open their eyes, gently pushed the door open and slipped back to the vent just opened. I went in first. The drunkard was behind me. He was thinner and drilled upside down, putting several potted flowers back to their original position, Unless someone looks carefully, it's hard to find that someone has penetrated.

Right below the barbed wire fence is a right angle turn, with a downward drop of about 45 meters. I shrink up and slide to the parallel pipe at the bottom, and then use my mobile phone to call out the plan of the villa. After comparison, I find that the pipe extends towards the fountain in the yard, and there is a sound of water coming from there.

When I climbed to the end of the pipe, I was blocked by a rotating fan. This fan is not a household plastic leaf cooling fan, but a high-power industrial fan. The speed is very fast, and the blades are also metal. It's not easy to cut my arm and cut sugarcane. I have to stop this thing first.

However, the power supply system of the fan is placed on the inner side. Through the rotating fan blades, you can see that there is an artificial "water curtain hole". A large amount of water falls like a rainstorm from the spraying device at the top, and then it is estimated that it is the fountain on the ground. It is estimated that the water is first led to the fountain, then led to the lower part by the pipe and sprinkled with a nozzle to form this effect.

To stop the fan, we have to unplug the wires, which is impossible from our current position. I took out my mobile phone and wanted to contact brother donkey and let them think about something outside, but I found that the mobile phone had no signal at all, so I had to climb back with the drunkard to the place where we drilled in and stretch out the antenna to strengthen the signal out of the barbed wire, so as to barely find a little signal.

After receiving our message, brother donkey replied in an encrypted way after about ten minutes, "fifteen minutes later, we will destroy the substation, you are ready."

So the drunkard and I climbed back to the fan like a mouse. It was wider than the passage just came in. We could curl up and sit, so we waited here for it to stop, so we could get through. Back and forth, we were gray and tired. We just took this opportunity to have a rest. The drunkard touched the small wine pot, slipped, and took two sips, and then gave a comfortable "ah", which seemed uncomfortable.

Anyway, it's boring to lie down in this pipe. At one end is a flower house. There is no one in it. On the other hand, I listen to the sound of running water and the hum of the fan. As long as I don't shout loudly, I don't have to worry about being heard. I said to the drunkard, "you guy can have fun in hard work. Two mouthfuls of wine will make you so happy."

"Alas, boss, you don't know the crimes I've suffered before. It's good to live and drink again." he didn't know what he thought, and his face was more sad.

I couldn't help being curious and asked, "with your skill and Kung Fu, even if you don't have a problem being a thief, being a bodyguard, or finding an ordinary job, how could it be......" down, I wanted to say, "how could you mix up like this?" but I swallowed it back and temporarily changed it to: "how could you come out and do such a dangerous thing with us?"

"Alas," the drunkard sighed again, but didn't answer immediately. Instead, he asked, "boss, what about you? The donkey brother with a lot of knowledge and the old hairy Ivan? What are you for?"

I thought for a moment and said, "I inherited the Bai family's ability to catch ghosts and eliminate demons. I'm also a descendant of the Bai family. Naturally, I can't watch these demons bully. Ivan, he was incorporated by me. He used to eat in the Russian arms group. After his boss died, he followed me, half to make money, and half to help him find his cousin (see the ghost book) Polar Club)

The drunkard asked again, "what about the donkey brother? The same reason?"

I replied: "Not exactly. Although we have helped him and he has helped us, we are clear about this. If we only want to make money, we can't make a lot of money with his knowledge. It's not difficult to learn computer as a coder and become a small white-collar worker. But he has a strange personality. Now most people try to make money with one mind. He is full of human rights, democracy, justice and freedom, Social fairness, ah, what, seems quite different, and others don't accept him very much. Maybe we have more common language with us“

The drunkard "Oh", drank two more mouthfuls of wine and said, "boss, I offended a powerful man for a woman. It's easy for him to kill me, but he wanted to humiliate me, so he sent out a message that I would be poor all my life. I'm so desperate to follow you. I just hope you promise me one thing."

"You say"

"In the future, they will definitely find you and put a lot of pressure on you to kick me away. I hope you can continue to let me mix with you. Although it's a little dangerous, I can finally have a meal and earn some pension money."

"Really? Who have you offended? So cow B, let them come to me. I want to see what forces can drive a person to death."

"Boss, they are very powerful." they stabbed several alcoholics with unchanged faces, but there was a trace of fear in their eyes.

I wanted to joke about whether the person you offended was in Zhongnanhai, but the ticking sound of the mobile phone came up, and I immediately turned over and prepared for the fan.

I hunched over and waited like a shrimp for about a minute. With a buzzing sound, the fan stopped slowly. When it stopped completely, I arched forward and drilled through the middle of the two fan blades.

Before I got to my feet, the motor seemed to be powered on again with a "buzzing" sound, and the indicator light for the operation of the fan suddenly lit up.

"Fuck, standby power" I scolded in my heart. The drunkard has just reached half of the drill. If the fan turns, he must be hurt.

I grabbed the drunkard's clothes and dragged them out. The drunkard quickly retracted his legs and finally passed the fan safely. The drunkard's shoes were hit. Fortunately, the fan was starting and the speed was not enough, otherwise his feet might be lost.

After they both landed, they started to look at it with a flashlight. There was water everywhere, forming a pool less than half a meter. The pool was built into a circle with a small iron door on one side. I went up and looked. The door was bolted from the inside.

"Can you open it?" I asked the drunkard.

"Little idea." the drunkard promised. This time, I saw that he pulled a steel wire from the interlayer of his clothes cuffs and stuffed it through the crack of the door. He was testing bit by bit.

"It's a little trouble. It's locked. It takes about twenty minutes, and the door will be broken. That is, they may find someone coming." he looked at me with soliciting eyes, meaning to ask me if I wanted to take the risk.

"It's all here. Let go. It's a big deal. As Ivan said, turn around and run." after getting my answer, the drunkard untied a slender steel wire from his belt. This one is softer and has serrations on it.

He connected the two iron wires together, bent another angle, slowly stuffed them in and then hooked them back. He pulled the sawtooth steel wire back and forth with his hands. In a toothy friction sound, some metal debris was brought out by the steel wire. With the drunkard's hands pulling back and forth, more debris fell to the ground.

I waited nervously, choked by the sound, and had to listen carefully to see if I was found. After less than half an hour, the door opened with a rattle.

The drunkard and I lifted up fiercely. I held a gun in one hand and a flashlight in the other hand. I gently opened the door and looked in. It was dark behind the door, with a cement wall at one end and a corridor at the other side. At the end of the corridor, some blue light appeared. There was no half human shadow. It was quiet and scary.

When we came in, we closed the door. The sound of the water was immediately separated from the outside. There was no one else in the channel except us. I could almost hear the sound of panting. I turned off the flashlight, took the gun in my hand and walked slowly to the place where the blue light was emitted.