C462 The Night Was Not Quiet

There's a man in the fridge.

It was the damned Dale. The old Taoist had fed him a lot of sleeping pills and aphrodisiac. He could be unconscious for at least five or six hours.

The fiery chicken head walked over. Little Hubert and Tyson had secretly cursed Xiao Qiangbing many times.

The situation in front of him was about to be exposed. He wanted to run out?

It was harder than reaching the heavens. The convenience store wasn't big. It only had one front door. Now that they were standing next to someone, it was impossible for them to run out.

Furthermore, they all realized that this place was the headquarters of the bandits after all. Whether it was their size or their ferocity, the bandits were much stronger than those who attacked the prison guards.

Bohr bent down, beads of sweat dripping down his neck. One of his hands was trembling, and the other was touching his waist pouch. His heart was pounding. "This time, the money definitely won't work. "

It was a big box, wrapped tightly in a paper shell. Tyson and the others were clumsy, and the packaging was not tight at all. As long as the turkey head opened the box, a living person would appear. In the blink of an eye, the identity of the person would be exposed.

"My shop. . . " Bohr screamed in his heart. He instinctively rushed forward and said stiffly, "The fridge, the fridge, imported from China, it's quite expensive. . . "

Maybe he was already used to it. When he went over, he reached out and stuffed the tip.

He didn't expect that the chicken head would pull his hand away from him. He said slowly:

"Is it really a fridge?"

"Yes, yes. . . " Bohr hesitated. He lowered his head and fell into a dilemma. As he spoke, a thought flashed through his mind. "As long as I speak of these people first, the people in the nightclub will not be able to kill me. "

"It's over. I, Tyson, have enjoyed it for so many years. It was not easy for me to become successful. Today, I will give it to you. There is a price to be paid for being famous. Sigh, I envy the old turtle from my previous life by the sea. Hiding in a turtle shell is quite comfortable. "

Suddenly, Tyson thought of this sentence in a dejected manner.

Hubert adjusted his glasses and straightened his neck. Although he did not say anything, a thought flashed through his mind.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die. Cousin Adolf will come to see me. He knows that I died in the line of duty. . . "

At the last minute, people would have all kinds of wonderful thoughts, just like how they all wanted to live.

Looking at the fiery chicken head again, looking left and right, he found that no one was using a knife to take out a gun. The key was that there was no such thing as a knife or a gun. Suddenly, he chuckled and pointed at the chicken head's waist pouch and said:

"Stingy. Such a big thing. Put it in our kitchen, occupy the space, bring it, bring it over. "

Without giving Fire Chicken Head any time to explain, he directly snatched his waist pouch, weighed it in his hand, and directly took it away.

His boorish behavior was between robbery and joking. Bohr smiled bitterly, showing that his heart ached, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Fire Chicken Head and the others moved the things into the car. Tyson and a plain-clothed police officer stuffed paper boxes into the trunk of the car.

"Bro, thanks. This matter will be strictly confidential. Tell me, can you find out later?

What if they use the fridge? " Standing at the door, little Hubert deliberately dawdled and asked Bohr worriedly.

Bohr was barefooted. He didn't even know when his slippers had fallen off. Finally, he sighed and said with a hoarse voice, "Brother, there's only one condition. No need to thank me. Don't look for me in the future.

The fridge is fine. The few of them don't know how to use it at all. They can even make phone calls. "

In the early morning, a gentle breeze blew, and the mosquitoes in the yard decreased significantly.

The weather became cooler.

There were bottles of alcohol everywhere, and most of the people in the yard were drunk.

Second Fatty was busy for a long time. He leaned against the chair and took a nap.

In this aspect, Xiao Qiangbing had always been self-disciplined, but there were some exceptions today. After playing in the direction of the prison for two days, every second and every second was filled with fierce charges and defense. He led a group of 3rd and 4th level military police to fight the enemy to the death. It cost him a lot of brain cells.

Also, although the time was short, he was more and more fond of his companions. Not to mention Huang Yuanzhu. This fellow should be the one and only best partner, and everyone would like him.

Let's just say Zhao Xiaoming. He was innocent, cute, and had a super temperament. He was just a big boy who was lazy and greedy. But thinking about it now, this guy had made quite a lot of contributions.

There was also Andy and Little Hubert who had joined later.

Let's talk about this special undercover agent. At that time, he had bullied him, but now that he thought about it, he was still incomparably worried.

Go to the night. Going to the Lanshan Nightclub as an undercover agent was also a time when both sides were ready to fight. This kind of thing, let alone Little Hubert. . . Even Fatty Liu and the others would not be able to do it. If there was someone who could complete this mission, then there would be Xiao Qiangbing.

Therefore, everyone gathered together and drank freely. He was against it. Whoever came to toast him, he would politely toast them.

He was a retired special forces soldier. As long as he aimed his finger at the ground and lightly exerted force, no matter how strong the wine was, it would still be released easily.

Zhao Xiaoming was drunk.

This guy stood in the bathroom door in the southeast corner and laughed a few times. He laughed so naively that he burped a few times and said drunk:

"Qiang Zi, who locked the door? I can't get out. I can't get out. "

This guy didn't close the door at all. After he finished peeing, he turned around and was about to come out. He said that the door was closed.

"Little Ming, let me see. What's going on? This door. . . "

Huang Yuanzhu anxiously said as he raised the wine bottle and walked over.

Huang's alcohol tolerance and physique were about the same. Drinking beer was like drinking cold water, but he drank too much and also had a bit of a mouth.

When they were in front of him, he helped Zhao Xiaoming out and tied the door for him. Facing the pairs of curious and drunk gazes, he said very seriously:

"Xiaoming didn't drink too much, really not too much. He, he pushed the door frame. He didn't push it open. . . "

When these words came out, everyone laughed wildly.

No one said it was over, but many people had already found a place to rest.

Huang Yuanzhu sat beside a pillar in the corridor. He yawned lightly, and with the joy of success, he said to himself:

"The results have been quite good these few days. Little Ming has been busy all day. Can you remember?"

Xiao Qianbing sat cross-legged on a plastic chair. Just as he was about to sleep, he saw the old Taoist priest rushing over in a hurry.

"Qiangzi, this won't do. Little Ming wants to sleep with Diana?" This fellow spoke in a low voice and even glanced at Nicholas and the others who were chatting.

He did not know Nicholas' background, but after following Xiao Qiang Bing for a long time, he knew that this fellow was still disciplined. It would be late at night. If something happened in the yard, it would be troublesome.

It turned out that Zhao Xiaoming, who had drunk, insisted on taking a walk again. He took Dina to the small garden on the east side of the yard. It was full of trees. It was the place where Xiao Qiangbing had his first drink with Adolf.

Seeing that Second Fatty and the others had arranged two foldable clothes, he laid down. He dawdled and insisted on calling Dina to sleep with him.