Of course, if the oil drums in the barracks were empty or had been moved, they would have to go to the oil sales point and use the stones they had forcibly seized to get oil.
The Taiwanese boy was still terrified of death, terrified to death. Ever since he entered the park, his legs had been trembling.
But having spent a day and a night together, Song Yuanchao admired Chen Rou immensely, to the point of complete devotion.
They marched straight in and arrived at the dormitory area where Kito Chang and his senior officers were staying. There were dozens of barrels of gasoline stored on the beach there.
Because of the riot that broke out in the camp, all the officers went out to look for people, so it's quiet here.
The islander was the first to jump ashore. He opened the oil drum and immediately gave a thumbs up: There's oil!
Chen Rou and the thin prostitute then went ashore, and the three of them worked together to move the oil drums.
Kwong was very perceptive. A 200-liter oil drum was not easy to move. The islander was a bit foolish and tried to use brute force to move the oil drum onto the boat. But as he was moving it, Kwong found a hand forklift from somewhere and pushed it over.
With forklifts, they can easily move not just three buckets, but five or eight.
They carried out the oil theft with unexpected ease, and in the blink of an eye, the speedboat had three large barrels of oil on board.
They didn't alert anyone. As long as they could leave the park smoothly, they could sail the medical ship straight to Hong Kong.
Wan Daozai breathed a sigh of relief, and Kuangzai and the skinny prostitute couldn't help but smile at the thought of escaping immediately.
But just then, a person walked over from a distance, making a phone call as he walked.
He spoke in Cantonese, and his voice was unusually loud. He said, "Damn, I never thought Nie Zhao could escape alive. If he goes back to Hong Kong alive, we will all die. No, I have to go out and hide."
Seeing the man heading towards the sea, Kuang and the skinny prostitute dived into the sea. Although Wan Daozai was standing with a gun, his legs were trembling uncontrollably, and the faucet in his crotch was leaking water uncontrollably.
He was terrified that the man would discover him, arrest him again, and imprison him in a dark, watery dungeon.
He has been in the water dungeon for a full six months, working endlessly every day. If he stays any longer, he will die.
He wanted to fire, but he didn't dare, because firing would only attract more mercenaries.
Just as the islander was so frightened he wet himself, he saw Chen Rou crouch down and quietly climb ashore. Using the oil drums as cover, she slowly walked behind the man and pulled out a dagger.
In the moonlight, she was agile and light, like a Persian cat.
But she's a Persian cat that can kill!
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