Chapter 153 Only the Martyrs Who Die in War

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‘Boom boom boom...’

The sound of the crisp beating windows sounded one after another, Zhuo Zhaoyun was obviously taken aback, her expression a little nervous.

"I'm outside the window." Zhang Feng's voice came in from outside the window.

Zhuo Zhaoyun was stunned, covering her mouth tightly, her eyes were full of disbelief. This is how the twelfth floor is outside the window.

Before he could think about it, he hurried to the window and opened the window, feeling even more shocked in his heart.

With two hands on the edge of the window about four centimeters wide, his body is against the wall, his feet are hanging in the air, and he hangs himself outside only by the grasp of his fingers. You must know that this is the twelfth floor. Once the fingers are not grasped and fall off, they will definitely fall into the flesh.

Zhang Feng used his arms to climb in through the window opened by Zhuo Zhaoyun, even he himself couldn't help but be afraid for a while.

After a close observation, there was no place in this bedroom where I could hide from being discovered. Out of helplessness, I had no choice but to hang myself out of the window.

Climbing out of the window, holding the window with one hand, closing the window with the other hand, and then hanging the window with both hands, just waiting.

Zhuo Zhaoyun looked at Zhang Feng who had climbed in, and asked softly: "Zhang Feng, what have you committed, so hard?"

When it comes to operational secrets, Zhang Feng naturally has no way to explain to her, and can only vaguely say: "I will explain to you later, you can just treat it as if it didn't happen!"

Carry the backpack on his back and walk outside quickly. It is only temporarily safe, but you have to leave as soon as possible. Once the opponent's brigade arrives, it will not be so easy to get out.

When he walked to the door, he turned his head and whispered softly: "If you want, trust me."

As he said, he opened the door to a gap, listened to the corridor, and there was no movement in the corridor. He took out a small mirror from his pocket, which was taken from Zhuo Zhaoyun’s cosmetic bag while handling his supplies in the bathroom. .

Slowly stick out the small mirror from the gap where the door opened, and once again make sure that the corridor is temporarily safe.

Put away the small mirror and quickly drilled out, the back disappeared in the corridor.

Zhuo Zhaoyun, who was standing in the bedroom in a daze, sighed. He said that he should treat this incident as if it had never happened before, but how could he treat it as if it hadn't happened after he had experienced it personally.

Ride the elevator irregularly, then turn to the step ladder, and then go down a few floors and then turn back into the elevator. Turning back and forth, Zhang Feng avoided the searcher and successfully entered the second floor.

Walked to the door of room 202, looked around carefully, and made sure that there was no one in the corridor, his apple was rolling, his lips were slightly opened, and a mouth knife as thin as a cicada's wing fell from his teeth.

Insert the knife into the keyhole and twist it slowly. The sharp blade directly cuts off the internal parts of the lock cylinder. With a light bang, the door lock opens.

Retracting the knife in the mouth, although the door lock did not look abnormal from the outside, it was actually completely destroyed.

After carefully looking around to make sure again, he opened the door gently and walked in.

The man's snoring could be heard in the bedroom. Zhang Feng's arrival obviously did not interrupt his dream.

The reason why room 202 is chosen is because the layout of the rooms of 202 and 1202 is the same, and the location of the kitchen has a window, so there is no need to enter the bedroom to prevent being discovered.

Entering the kitchen, looking out through the window, you can vaguely see six or seven shadowy figures in the dark.

Jumping down from 202's kitchen window, with his feet on the ground, his body rolls forward, relieves his strength, and at the same time prevents too much movement from the landing of his feet.

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Chai Chong was drinking with a few familiar friends in the bar. The roaring and restless music, and the twisting crowd made him never notice that six young men with a cold look were approaching him from different directions.

Knowing that he was still four or five meters away, the drunk Chai Chong heard the vibration of the mobile phone in his pocket. Dazedly took out his mobile phone, opened the text message sent by Yan Wang that was exactly the same as Zhang Feng's, and he was suddenly awakened by alcohol.

Instead of being immersed in the hot atmosphere of the bar, he also noticed someone approaching him again.

Seemingly inadvertently put the phone back into his pocket, picked up the two bottles of beer on the table, pretending to drink, suddenly swiped up and threw it at the person who was constantly approaching him.

At the same time, the dazed expression on his face disappeared, and he overturned the table and ran towards the other side.

Bang bang.

One of the young men avoided the beer bottle, and the bottle hit the ground with a loud bang. Glass shards splashed everywhere, and the drink was wanton and filled with hops.

The other person did not react, and the beer bottle exploded directly on his head, accompanied by the drink, and the blood flowing from the opening cut out by the glass shards on his head.

The sudden change caused confusion in the bar, shouting and roaring.

Chai Chong couldn't take care of so much at all, because he was blocked by two people. The person behind him who was attacked by beer bottles was pushing away from the crowd and rushing towards this side. At the same time, Yu Guang also noticed that there were people on the left and right sides. Surround yourself.

After swallowing and spitting, Chai Chong felt a bad feeling in his heart. I am afraid that he will be planted here today. The action task was so sudden that he was a little caught off guard.

The person who blocked Chai's rushing way sneered and said, "surrender? Number five, how can you not escape today."

"Person No. 5?" Chai Chong whispered, his gaze was uncertain, he was looking for a way out.

"I count three, you surrender, we relax, and you also get rid of the pain of flesh and blood. How?" the man said.

Chai Chong found that he had only one way to choose, and that was to use the turbulent crowd as a threat, holding hostages, and letting the other party cast a rat avoidance device to escape. Otherwise, with his current drunk state, it is almost impossible to get out of being surrounded by eight people.

If Zhang Feng was here, he would definitely choose to control the hostages by any means, but Chai Chong would not. It's not that Chai Chong is stupid, but that people of different personalities make different choices.

Chai Chong holds his own identity as a soldier, so he can't do anything to the people, but he went to the premise of this exercise, that is, in the enemy-occupied area, everything except himself is the enemy.

"Humph." Chai Chong snorted coldly, moved his neck slightly, and made a soft bang, and said coldly: "Surrender? Only the martyrs who died in battle. Where can the heroic souls surrender? Do it!"