Of course, he, along with Li the Cripple and his sons, must all be killed.
Having made the plan, Chen Rou gestured for Song Yuanchao to go downstairs first, and she would follow.
In this subtropical region, if left unattended, the grass will grow into a forest in three days, providing excellent conditions for people to crawl through it.
But when it comes to crawling through the grass, Song Yuanchao clearly can't outrun Chen Rou.
He was running as fast as he could, but when he heard a rustling sound, he turned his head and saw that Chen Rou's elbows, hips, and knees were all in one, and she was running so lightly and fast, making less noise in the grass than he was.
As the sun began to set and dusk approached, it was a time of great anxiety for the guards.
It's dinner time now, but they have to wait until their shift ends to eat. During this time, everyone feels weak and listless. Although the park has repeatedly ordered them not to smoke during work hours, some people still can't resist rolling one or two marijuana sticks.
In stark contrast to their laziness and drowsiness, the people who came to take their lives had gleaming eyes full of murderous intent.
Kill Mode is now officially activated.
...
Four are obviously harder to kill than two, but fortunately, because this place is 1.5 stories high, there is a corner in the middle of the stairs. Chen Rou went in first, went up to the corner, and then took out a bunch of marijuana from the pocket of her work pants. She then signaled Song Yuanchao to meet her below, and then lit the marijuana with a lighter.
The fragrance wafted upwards, and the guards upstairs, upon smelling it, guessed that it was one of the guards at the entrance or elsewhere who had come here to take a sniff. The four of them exchanged glances, and their leader got up and went downstairs.
Seeing a thin man in a uniform and hat squatting on the ground smoking, he stomped down the stairs, patted the man on the shoulder, and said in Ilocos, "Give me one too..."
But before he could utter the word "Zhi," a woman's face, white as jade, appeared, and a dagger shot straight toward his throat.
Just as he was about to scream, the woman shoved one of her gloves into his mouth.
Then, with a swift movement, the little leader saw, before he died, that Song Yuanchao was finishing off the dagger while simultaneously lifting him up and carrying him to the next step of the stairs.
Of course, one cannot be hygienic or benevolent when working in a place like this. He pulled a glove out of his mouth and shoved it into his throat. Song Yuanchao took off his coat and quickly wiped away the bloodstains. But suddenly, he heard footsteps again. He turned around and went downstairs. Chen Rou also lit another marijuana.
The second person to come down also couldn't resist taking a puff.
What he saw was the gang leader slumped on the stairs, clearly high on drugs, and a guard squatting on the ground, quietly enjoying himself. In the instant he bent down to get the marijuana, a streamlined process ensued: Chen Rou bled and shoved the glove into the throat, Song Yuanchao took the man, and the glove was shoved into his throat. In just two minutes, both guards were dead.
In principle, there should be no fewer than two guards at such a border post, so unless these two go up, the other two will not come down.
They exchanged a glance, Chen Rou pointed to the top of her head, and Song Yuanchao understood.
He stood with his feet apart in the middle of the stairs. Chen Rou used the stairs to leap onto his shoulders, took two light steps, and Song Yuanchao understood. He grabbed Chen Rou's calves with both hands and threw her up. She also used the momentum to leap, and steadily, she hung herself directly on the side beam at the top of the tower.
From this position, the two guards were right at her feet.
She doesn't need the long sword on her back yet; all she uses now is a dagger.
As Song Yuanchao climbed to the last few flights of stairs, he deliberately bent down and patted the floorboards, saying, "Hey!"
One of the guards turned around and felt a gust of wind behind him. In the instant he turned his neck, his throat was slit. Another guard realized something was wrong and reached for his gun, but at that moment Song Yuanchao was already behind him, covering his mouth with one hand and drawing blood with the other.
I checked my watch; it's been 3 minutes in total.
They exchanged a glance, and without even catching their breath, they quickly went downstairs to carry the person back upstairs. They needed to restore the guard post to its original state within 5 minutes and then move on to the next one. Once that was done, Chen Ke and his team could enter the park.
Time ticked by, and Chen Ke and his men lay in ambush outside, holding binoculars.
As the saying goes, "the darkest place is under the lamp," those inside the park knew nothing, but he saw it—he saw Chen Rou leap down from the beam and deliver the fatal blow by slitting the guard's throat.
That's a truly rare and wonderful girl. If Chen Ke had a daughter, he would only hope that she would grow up to look like her.
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