Yang Xiaobei knew that this was his only chance. If he couldn't escape tonight, his life would be over. Yang Xiaobei looked sharply at the gun on A Long's waist, the gun that might keep him alive.
Now that man is asleep, if I can kill him and take the gun from his hand, and then wait for Zhou Yun to come, I will kill Zhou Yun when he is not paying attention, and I will be safe temporarily.
Yang Xiaobei worked hard for half an hour before he finally cut the rope on his hand.
After Yang Xiaobei's hands were free, he didn't care about the pain and numbness in his hands. He gritted his teeth and untied the ropes on the stool and the ropes on his feet. Then he stared at A Long with cold eyes and decided to play a life-and-death game.
Yang Xiaobei took the cloth out of his mouth and touched his right leg which was numb from the pain.
Yang Xiaobei's eyes were determined, and then he crawled on the ground, slowly and gently approaching A Long.
Yang Xiaobei crawled forward, but his eyes never left A Long, for fear that A Long would suddenly wake up and he would miss the best opportunity to counterattack.
Yang Xiaobei came in front of A'long, found the right position, saw the right moment, exerted force with both hands, kicked with his left leg, and bounced up. Then he used both hands, one hand covering A'long's mouth, and the other hand using the knife on the ring to slash A'long's neck fiercely.
"Woo..."
When Aaron wanted to resist, it was too late. Aaron's blood gushed out. He wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound. He wanted to move but couldn't. In the end, Aaron died with his eyes wide open.
Why was he able to untie the rope?
Aaron thought about this question until his death.
Yang Xiaobei didn't care about the blood on his body. Seeing that A Long was dead, he immediately took out the gun from his waist, a 64 pistol. Yang Xiaobei checked whether the pistol was intact and whether there were bullets.
Yang Xiaobei discovered that the pistol was intact and all seven bullets in the magazine were in good condition. After discovering that the pistol was usable, Yang Xiaobei breathed a sigh of relief, proving that his hope of survival had increased.
Yang Xiaobei searched A Long's body and found two magazines full of bullets. Yang Xiaobei put the magazines in his pocket.
Yang Xiaobei found a key, a letter, and a lighter on A-long. He opened the letter and read it from beginning to end. He could understand it separately—it was either numbers or dots and dashes—but when they were put together, Yang Xiaobei couldn't understand it.
What I found from the enemy spies are definitely not simple things. Regardless of whether I can get out alive, I must find a way to preserve these two things. One day they will see the light of day again and can deal a heavy blow to the enemy spies.
Yang Xiaobei surveyed the room and then looked towards the garbage heap. He drank the water from A-Long's cup, leaving a large sip in his mouth. He crawled to the garbage heap, folded the letter, tied it with a plastic bag, and stuffed the letter and key into a small bamboo tube. He then carefully dripped some of the water from his mouth into the bamboo tube, picked up a few broken pieces, and blocked the mouth of the bamboo tube. Yang Xiaobei prepared some mud with his hands, then spit the water from his mouth onto the mud. When the mud became sticky, he immediately wrapped the small bamboo tube with mud and put it into one of the tin cans.
There were only two tin cans, and it was obvious that they were the garbage left behind by the two spies after eating. Yang Bei didn't dare to hide any of them, so he left the tin cans in their original positions, but threw some more garbage into them to try to prevent people from seeing the mud inside the cans.
I've put in so many layers of protection. Even if I die and this place explodes, I believe this letter and key will be preserved. Director Liu, Brother Wang, and the others are so meticulous, they'll definitely find it.
Yang Xiaobei listened carefully and found that there was no movement outside. He slowly crawled to the window, climbed up carefully, and slowly stuck his head out to look out.
Yang Xiaobei looked around in the moonlight and found that it was a desolate wilderness. Apart from grass, stones and trees, there was nothing else to see. Yang Xiaobei didn't know where he was for a moment.
Yang Xiaobei slowly squatted down.
This place is so remote, I can't even call for help, and my right leg is so badly injured that I can't run even if I want to. Furthermore, I don't know if this woman is outside. If she is, I'll be walking into a trap. Going out means death, but staying here gives me a chance to survive.
Yang Xiaobei crawled back to A Long and looked at the blood on the ground which had turned dark red, and A Long's clothes which were stained red. Yang Xiaobei took some newspapers nearby, covered the blood on the ground and covered A Long's upper body below his nose, making it look like A Long was sleeping with newspapers covering him.
I don't expect to be able to deceive Zhou Yun. As long as I can confuse her for 2 to 3 seconds, it will be enough for me to kill her.
Yang Xiaobei found a hidden position facing the door, intending to shoot Zhou Yun in the head the moment she opened the door.
Liu Jun, who had worked for several hours in a row, looked at everyone who had gained nothing and his face looked unhappy.
At first, the police dog could lead them, but later it could no longer find the direction, and they could only search slowly and aimlessly.
When Zhou Yun came back from work, he saw many flashlights 3km away from where they were hiding, so he quickly hid.
Why are there so many people in such a remote place so late at night? Could they be police? Have they already discovered that Yang Xiaobei has been arrested? I really underestimated them. I didn't expect them to be so quick and find their way here. But I've already made arrangements. If they come here, they're just looking for death. It's just a pity that there are fewer people.
I had already written the report letter, saying that Yang Xiaobei was here, and was just waiting for the police to find the report letter early in the morning, and then a large number of people would come and set off with Yang Xiaobei. I didn't expect that they would arrive early.
Zhou Yun quietly returned to his hiding place to make final arrangements.
Yang Xiaobei heard the noise in the house and became highly alert, pointing the pistol in his hand at the door. As long as Zhou Yun dared to open the door, Yang Xiaobei would shoot immediately.
Zhou Yun wanted to push open the door, but suddenly, Zhou Yun, who had a sensitive nose, smelled a strong smell of blood. Zhou Yun immediately withdrew his hand and took out a pistol from his waist.
"Aaron, open the door!"
But no one answered Zhou Yun, and the door was not opened.
Zhou Yun's frown deepened, because usually whenever Zhou Yun asked, A-Long would do what he asked, even if it meant going through fire and water. But today was the first time that he neither did nor responded.
"Aaron, I'll say it again, open the door."
But there was still no movement in the room.
Zhou Yun: What happened? Did he get out? But where did that strong smell of blood come from? Did A-Long beat Yang Xiaobei to vent his anger?
Yang Xiaobei stared at the door with sharp eyes: Why don't you come in? Come in quickly,
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