At 1:20 am, Chu Qiao closed the bathroom door, walked to the sink and began to wash her hands.
The cell was dead silent, without a single sound. This was the most tiring time of the day for people. Even for special forces soldiers who had received rigorous training, their alertness and physical strength would be lower than usual. Chu Qiao's face was calm. After washing her hands, she picked up the towel on the rack and dried her hands carefully. The sound of the flushing toilet was gurgling. She placed her fingers on her pulse and silently calculated the time.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four...
When the time was up, Chu Qiao calmly turned around and walked towards the bed.
There was a sudden muffled bang, a huge splash of water burst out, and a tiny flame shot out from the sewer pipe. Chu Qiao's body was neither far nor close, and was hit by the water flower. She bounced up and fell softly to the ground.
The prison guards outside the door were startled to see that the water pipe in the cell suddenly burst and the prisoners were hit by the explosion. They didn't know whether they were alive or dead. They panicked and two prison guards quickly pressed the switch code and rushed in with a submachine gun in one hand and a walkie-talkie in the other. However, a brief explosion in the pipeline disrupted the transmission of information. Within five seconds, only the rustling sound of unknown signals could be heard from the direction of the main station.
Opportunity is fleeting, once lost, it will never come back. Just as the two prison guards ran to the bathroom to check the cause of the explosion, the woman who had fainted suddenly opened her bright eyes, and her body suddenly jumped out of the cell door like a civet cat. The two prison guards were shocked, but before they could shout out, the door of the cell was slammed shut.
Chu Qiao didn't even look at the two furious people inside and walked quickly into the monitoring room. She quickly extracted the video footage from an hour ago and transferred it to a small DV. After making some brief cuts and deletions, she dragged a chair and crawled to the camera outside the cell. She reversed the image in the DV, turned on the playback facing the camera, and then returned to the monitoring room to cut off the signal transmission of the intercom.
The timing was just right. Just after five seconds, the micro-exploder that had been hidden in her hair began to repair itself after the explosion, and the leaking part of the water pipe was quickly glued together by the liquefied substance. In the fully enclosed cell, the roars of the two prison guards were like mosquitoes and flies, and could not penetrate this sealed cage at all. The surveillance camera returned to normal, and the central station's screen showed the image from an hour ago. The female prisoner was sitting quietly on the bed, and two prison guards were patrolling back and forth outside. Everything is so quiet and normal.
Chu Qiao looked around with sharp eyes. Safety.
Back in the monitoring room, she opened the prison guard's reserve box, changed her wet clothes, put on the uniform of the prison guard of the Fourth Prison, put on her hat, picked up an AK74u, installed a silencer, put it on her waist, turned around and walked out.
The two prison guards dared to open the cell door, not because they were reckless and reckless.
The Fourth Prison is close to the capital, and its geographical location is remote and secret. Prisoners here are all serious criminals who will be tried by the National High Military Tribunal. Its importance is self-evident. The defense of each cell has reached an impeccable level. The cells are independent, equipped with high-end weapons, strong monitoring and perfect personnel deployment. Each cell is guarded by three national special forces soldiers and has two gates, one inside and one outside. Like Chu Qiao's previous cell, it can be opened as long as you have the password, but the prison door outside requires the fingerprint of the person who locked the door most recently to open it.
The three people were guarding on a rotation basis. There were already two people in the cell. Chu Qiao took the fingerprint film that she had prepared in advance and connected it to the scanner. Soon, a crisp click was heard. Chu Qiao, wearing a standard military uniform, walked out of the prison gate in a dignified manner under the angry glares of two national soldiers.
After going out, there was a long corridor. She was now on the fourth floor of the underground prison. If she wanted to achieve her goal, she still had a long way to go. The surveillance video only lasts for one hour, so she has to hurry.
The fourth floor holds all the senior military officers and secret agents awaiting the verdict of the military court. The third floor holds the most important criminals. The first floor is where the officials of the fourth prison work, and the second floor is a reception place for the fourth prison to receive outside guests. Chu Qiao's destination this time is there.
After walking for about two minutes, we left the cell complex. At the end of the outer corridor were four senior fighters armed with submachine guns and fully armed. In the Fourth Prison, there were no air conditioning ducts or empty sewer pipes. Apart from this one corridor, one could only dig a hole in the concrete to escape. The probability of escaping safely was almost zero.
The guards became nervous when they saw Chu Qiao, a stranger. The leading soldier raised the muzzle of his gun and shouted, "Stop! Who are you? Password!"
Chu Qiao walked over without looking around, her back straight, holding a thick stack of documents in her hands. As she walked, she said in a deep voice, "I am Colonel Liu Siwei from the Military Law Department. I am investigating a case of arms smuggling in accordance with Document No. 12685. Please contact Lieutenant Colonel Tan Zongming immediately. I have important documents to convey to him."
The soldier was startled, then frowned in confusion and said, "Sir, Lieutenant Colonel Tan Zongming is not on duty tonight. His line is a private and confidential line. Please show me your ID."
"The Military Court never needs to show ID in the Fourth Prison. I was invited by the Fourth Prison's Warden Li to assist in the investigation. I was personally sent to the prison for trial by Colonel Lu Fanghao three days ago. Don't you know?" Chu Qiao frowned, squinting at the guards, and said in a deep voice, "Which unit are you from? Have you read the military code? Tell me your number and unit code."
The soldiers were shocked when they heard this. She had a distinct rank in the army, and her conversation was extraordinary. She seemed so familiar with Lieutenant Colonel Tan and Warden Li during the conversation. They couldn't help but feel a little in awe of her. He replied in a deep voice: "Sir, my number is 0475. I am affiliated with the 571st Brigade Task Force of the 309th Corps of the 8th Southern Army. We are not part of the regular army. We were just transferred here two days ago, so I don't know that you were personally sent to the cell by Colonel Lu Fanghao."
Chu Qiao's brows relaxed slightly when she heard this, and she nodded and said, "Are you from the Eighth Army of the South? How is your Deputy Commander Liu? You were brought in by him, right? You are on a business trip to Beijing this time, so you should stay for a while, right?"
The soldier was immediately in awe, thinking that the Military Court was indeed extraordinary. He replied, "Reporting to the commander, Commander Liu is fine. Our group came with Staff Officer Yan and will not follow the commander back to the south."
"Oh," Chu Qiao nodded, "I am also from the Eighth Army and once served in the Intelligence and Reconnaissance Brigade of the Eighth Army. So we are comrades-in-arms. When I see you, please say hello to your commander. Well, I have something important to do. Go to the transmission station and fax this document out in duplicate to notify the secretarial offices of Chief of Staff Zhang and Commander Hua, saying that Colonel Liu Siwei of the Military Law Department will be visiting you at six o'clock this morning." After that, she turned around and walked forward.
The soldier stood there in a daze, his hands feeling weak as he held a pile of documents and files marked top secret.
Chief of Staff Zhang... Commander Hua...
When she walked out of the fourth-floor cell, the clothes on Chu Qiao's back were already soaked. She leaned against the wall, breathing slowly, then raised her wrist to look at the watch. Ten minutes had passed. She took a deep breath, stood up straight, and continued to move forward.
After layers of searching and surveillance, she finally arrived at the foreign guest room on the second floor. Looking at the room with the sign of Military Court hanging on it, Chu Qiao's lips curled up slightly.
Very good, every injustice has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor, and she finally found the culprit.
Chu Qiao easily cracked the combination lock, gently turned the door handle, and walked in sideways. Although it was late at night, the corridor was brightly lit and there were still many people walking back and forth. Chu Qiao looked relaxed, walking with her head held high in the corridor of the Foreign Guest Department, nodding and greeting every staff member of the Fourth Prison who came and went.
Although the staff did not know her, seeing that she looked calm and was wearing a military uniform, they actually thought she was an insider of the Fourth Prison and did not have any suspicion at all.
Five minutes later, she left the main office corridor and the staff lounge of the Military Law Department came into view. Smelling the scent of sake in the air, Chu Qiao knew she was in the right place.
Chu Qiao's slender hand quickly touched the AK at her waist.
A short man in a black suit stuck his head out, and was greeted by a black muzzle of a gun. With the silencer on, the bullet quickly rushed out of the muzzle and blew a big bloody hole in his chest. The man's pupils suddenly widened. Chu Qiao quickly supported his body and covered his mouth until his pulse stopped beating, then she helped him walk in.
There were sixteen people living in this double-entry room. Except for the one who had died earlier, the rest were all in a deep sleep. There are insiders and informants to take care of him, forged legal identities, advanced and well-equipped weapons, and so many companions.
Chu Qiao has always lacked sympathy when it comes to her enemies. Although she has been engaged in behind-the-scenes planning work over the years, it does not mean that she does not have the courage to shoot. Chu Qiao raised her pistol and aimed it at a middle-aged man on the bed. With a muffled "puff" sound, the sleeping man's body suddenly shook and he died without any consciousness.
Without stopping for too long, she walked forward quickly. Ten seconds later, there was no one alive outside.
When I opened the door, I saw five men lying on the bed in the inner room, sleeping soundly. In many cases, killing is much easier than eating or bathing. Without any hesitation, five gunshots rang out in succession. The sound was dull, with the sound of blood gushing out. The air was suddenly filled with a disgusting smell of blood.
Chu Qiao found a small DV from the briefcase of a man in the innermost circle, stood among the corpses, turned it on, and watched carefully.