Jiang Shaoming also noticed a sentence: Someone will come to rescue them tomorrow.
Only insiders can enter here, so who could the thief be? Jiang Shaoming is already looking forward to tomorrow.
The man with the chopped neck was tied up and gagged by the police. Most interestingly, his hands were also bagged. Jiang Shaoming wouldn't let him go anywhere; he had to stay in this warehouse, right under their noses. He wanted to see who dared to betray the team and rescue the robbers in public.
As everyone waited, a man wearing a hat was eating his midnight snack in a restaurant three blocks away. It was the only restaurant open on the street, and there were no customers. The owner, slumped over the table, was fast asleep. The man in the hat kept his head down, eating his meal. He quickly devoured two bowls of rice and a bowl of soup. He stood up and called out to the owner twice, but he didn't wake up, his snoring rhythm unchanged.
The man in the hat took a look and simply took out some money from his pocket, counted out three dollars and fifty cents, threw it on the table, picked up something next to him that looked like a wide wooden pole wrapped in thick oilcloth, and walked out of the snack bar carrying it in his hand.
He lit a cigarette at the door, took two puffs, and spat. He threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped on it twice, then walked towards the warehouse where Jiang Shaoming was.
Strictly speaking, it is already past midnight, which is the second day, or the tomorrow mentioned by the man who wiped his neck.
The hooded man walked slowly and leisurely in the dark alley. No matter how dark it was, it did not disrupt his pace. He was quite familiar with the nearby roads, so he must have planned them well in advance.
When they were less than a kilometer from the warehouse, the hooded man's pace remained unchanged, but his voice became even softer. In the still night, if it weren't for his breathing, no one would have guessed there was someone standing against the opposite wall.
There were six plainclothes officers patrolling the main entrance of the warehouse, and four at each of the two side doors.
The hooded man's eyes didn't take these plainclothes officers seriously at all, as if they weren't a threat to him. There was no emotion in his eyes, as if he had lost all human emotion after killing people.
Jiang Shaoming was still discussing today's battle plan with his people when he suddenly felt that the surroundings were too quiet, unbearably quiet.
Years of combat experience are not gained in vain. Those who have been to the battlefield have a natural sensitivity to danger.
As soon as Jiang Shaoming stopped, Xiaoqi, Laoba, Da Ge, Wu Kuishou, and Sai Tuzi instantly quieted down and understood Jiang Shaoming's silence in seconds.
Xiao Qi was the quickest, immediately pulling out his gun, cocking it, and tossing it to Jiang Shaoming without a second's pause. What kind of friendship is this? This is a friendship based on several lives.
Several people quickly set to work, some with guns, some shouting for help. Those shouting for help made no sound, just pushing with their hands. In less than two minutes, the thirty-odd Guangzhou police officers who had been watching the prisoners in the warehouse, along with six Kyoto police officers, including Jiang Shaoming, had all assembled and were awaiting Jiang Shaoming's instructions for the next step.
Jiang Shaoming gathered everyone in the center, quietly and quickly arranging countermeasures. Because they didn't know how many people were coming, they quickly gathered the robbers together and went down to the basement.
Yes, you read that right, this warehouse has a basement. This is what Jiang Shaoming said he wanted from the beginning, otherwise he would not have come here.
This basement was newly added by the warehouse owner this year.
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