C379 The Spy

The third squadron went out to investigate.

They were brave enough and performed well.

Captain Molka sat in the corridor and looked at the two lazy Company Leaders standing next to him. He wiped the sweat off his forehead, picked up a drink, and took a few sips. He happily savored the sweet taste in his mouth and laughed.

"Brothers, Michael is your cousin, and that captain and Kyle. He is also your cousin from the same town. Hopefully, they will be able to investigate this time. . .

It's best if there aren't any damn bandits. As long as Dale in the wall dies, the bad luck will dissipate and we will continue to live our good days. "

Thinking of the peaceful days, a trace of comfortable sunlight drifted into Michael's repressed heart.

All these years, in order to hire policemen who could work properly, such as Molka and Kyle, and these two captains who did not perform well, they all came from the mountainous town.

They were all relatives, and the town had been massacred by bandits many times.

These people had worked hard at the beginning, but after a long time, they had been dealing with prisoners all day, so they were much lazier.

Fortunately, Molka was smart and brave. He was usually his soldier, and his performance this time was even more infuriating. He actually took the initiative to go out and look for clues.

If they discovered the traces of the bandits, there would not be many of them. The prison guard brigade would be able to move out as a whole and quietly eliminate them.

If there are more people, guns are more powerful. That's not a big deal. He could just directly call Director Niles. After all, the main task of the prison guards was not to exterminate the bandits.

"That's great. I heard that the President recently met Niles. This fellow is very vain. Even if he was provided with information, he could still get dozens of boxes of beer when he's in a good mood. Haha. . . "

When Molka thought about what was about to happen, he was overjoyed and inexplicably excited.

In the various police systems, he was the head of the prisoners and was considered a peripheral character among the middle-ranking officers. If it wasn't for the superior watching over him, he would have been able to live comfortably with so many prisoners. No matter where he got some money from, he would have been able to earn some money.

But recently, what made him unhappy was that because Dale was locked up, this ordinary prison in the suburbs suddenly became the focus of attention. First, Tyson brought a group of police officers to take statements day and night, and then the judicial department brought people to the hall. He heard that Dale's case created a historical record: it was going to be executed soon.

The situation here was chaotic. Once the news spread, the entire bandit organization in Helis was in chaos.

In their view, this was the performance of the government's violent governance, especially when the Dark Starlight had convened several meetings all at once. They had already ordered the brothers from all over the country to fire at the nearby military police and government departments.

On this point, Niles was under the greatest pressure. Right now, he had no choice but to stay at the police station all day, waiting for something to happen so that he could mobilize the police forces to deal with it.

Just like this prison, which had high walls and iron nets, it was far away from the city. Usually, there were not many people.

Most of the people around were those who relied on the prison to live. Now, they had completely changed. Suspicious people who rode motorcycles often appeared. The road that led to the city exploded four or five times in the morning. Although it did not cause a large number of prison officials to die, that kind of fear made people shiver.

But this Molka had always had an ambition. That was to find an opportunity to do some pretty work. Now, the opportunity had come. Regardless of whether it was eliminating the small group of bandit soldiers or providing information, that ant-like Niles would definitely look at him in a new light.

The sun was blazing in the pine forest. A few Squirrel were hiding under the tree leaves, eating pine nuts. They seemed to have been disturbed by outsiders as they fled in panic.

Class Rep Big-head and Kyle realized that the fat dog was struggling to escape, so they got out of the car immediately. They were no longer as cautious as they were when they first left the house. They walked inside casually.

These guys had dark faces, and each one of them was extremely skinny. They seemed to be silently protesting about the bad food in the prison guard brigade.

If they had to give an explanation here, then from Lan Heli's point of view, the food in many of the prison government departments in and outside the country was very bad. Perhaps it was because of the influence of those guys in the prison. It gives people the feeling that it is already not bad to be able to see the profit.

A dog without an owner was really a good thing for these guys who even ate pythons and crocodiles.

"Kyle, in a while, use your spear to lure him. My spear will directly hit his head. You know, I've always liked dogs' brains. Hehe, just add some sand, it doesn't matter at all. No one else will snatch it from me. "

Big-head ran nimbly with his feet, and raised a revolver from afar.

This fellow was so excited that his mind was filled with the sight of this big dog moaning on the ground. He moaned pitifully, and the table full of fat was filled with joy.

At this moment, a bundle of tree branches, which were two to three meters long, on the short tree beside him, was gently moved away. A short man in camouflage uniform slipped down the tree like an ape.

The guy landed quietly on the ground. He bent down slightly and grabbed a 70-80 centimeter long machete that had been hidden in the soil. With a flash of cold light, he drew an arc in the air and made an ear-piercing sound that sounded like a dragon's roar.

"Hey, bro, that's mine. . . " This bandit leader called Centipede had a calm expression. His words were plain and ordinary. He quietly sneaked into the air. He was simply looking down on everyone.

Almost at the same time, more than a dozen hideous bandits appeared on the ground. They had already formed an irregular semicircle and were rushing toward Bighead and Kyle.

"Ah, who are you? This is our captain. . . " The sound of footsteps and ordinary cries could be heard. Bighead suddenly turned around and raised the gun in his hand. Kyle held the stick in one hand and blocked Bighead with the other. He shouted at the leader of the "Centipede. "

"Hunter, hunter, nearby. . . "

The "Centipede" lowered its head, but it could still see the long and disgusting centipede tattoo on its face. Its voice was extremely low, as if it came from hell.

"Puchi!" At this moment, a bandit beside Big-head suddenly jumped up from the ground. The rifle and the knife in his hand aimed at Big-head's chest. When it was in the air, it even slightly rotated and stabbed into Big-head's chest in an instant.

Big-head was stabbed more than a meter away. He continued to fall towards the tree and cried out in pain.

At that moment, the fat dog also started to bark. However, this fellow did not seem to have the strength to go crazy at all. He was so scared that he circled around the big tree.

This guy who caused trouble had his scream suppressed by Big-head's scream. Before Big-head could scream a second time, Kyle had already fiercely swung the stick in his hand and aimed it at Big-head's cheeks. He used all the strength in his body and shouted fiercely, "Boss Centipede, move faster. . . "