boyutpedia Chapter 271 Escape
Chapter 271 Escape
The sky gradually darkened.
Just as Lin Fan was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall and closing his eyes to rest.
Footsteps were heard outside the door, and then a thug carrying a bag came in.
The other person threw a plastic bag in front of everyone, and the contents immediately spilled out: bread and bottled water.
This treatment is actually quite good.
"Eat."
The rioters threw down their belongings and then closed the door again.
The people inside slowly got up and then gathered around to distribute the bread and water.
The group's movements were very synchronized, indicating that they had done this many times before.
The man in the plaid shirt took Lin Fan's portion and handed it to him.
"Let's just eat something for now."
Lin Fan took it without hesitation and took a bite.
The bread was dry and hard, with almost no taste, but it filled my stomach.
While eating, he glanced around the room again.
Most people had blank stares and kept their heads down, remaining silent. But two people were different.
One was a young man leaning against the corner, with a buzz cut and a lean build. He sat upright with his hands on his knees and his eyes were constantly observing the guards outside the window.
The other was a middle-aged woman sitting opposite me, with short hair and a calm expression. She was also silently counting the number of people in the room while eating her bread.
The state of these two people was clearly different from that of the others.
Lin Fan kept these two people in mind, but didn't look at them much.
It was late at night.
The room quieted down, and most people had already fallen asleep against the wall.
Just then, someone quietly moved next to Lin Fan.
It was that man in the plaid shirt.
"Hey."
His voice was extremely low, and his lips barely moved.
"No matter what happens later, stick close to everyone and don't fall behind."
Lin Fan raised an eyebrow slightly and glanced at him sideways.
The man in the plaid shirt didn't explain further; after speaking, he moved back to his seat.
interesting.
Lin Fan did not ask what the other party was going to do, but he quietly observed the movements inside the room.
About ten minutes later...
The young man with the buzz cut in the corner suddenly stood up.
At the same time, the short-haired woman opposite also stood up.
The two moved almost in sync, without any unnecessary hesitation.
The young man with the buzz cut walked to the door and knocked twice.
"Hey, I need to use the restroom."
The guard outside cursed, "Hold it in!"
"I'm about to poop in my pants, and you want me to do it here? The smell will be terrible for you all."
The guard paused for a second, then opened the door, grumbling, "Hurry up, two points..."
However, he didn't finish his sentence.
The young man with the buzz cut moved incredibly fast. He grabbed the guard's wrist holding the gun with one hand, while simultaneously using his other hand to precisely choke the guard's throat.
The guard was dragged into the house before he could even make a sound.
The short-haired woman quickly followed to the doorway, peeked outside, and saw another person not far away, with their back to her.
Without hesitation, she quickly pulled the dagger from the guard who was being held captive by the short-haired young man, then crouched down and slipped out of the room without making a sound.
The woman rushed behind the man and swiftly brought him down with a single, clean stab.
The entire process, from the crew-cut man knocking on the door to the two guards falling to the ground, took no more than ten seconds.
Just then, someone inside the house witnessed the murder and almost cried out.
"Don't make a sound!" the man in the plaid shirt hissed.
Everyone then swallowed their words back.
The young man with the buzz cut took two pistols from the guard, threw one to the short-haired woman, and kept one for himself.
Then he turned around and glanced at everyone in the room.
"Listen carefully, I'll only say it once."
His voice was low, but every word was clear.
"My name is Zhao Peng, and her name is Shen Wei. We two will lead the way, and you two will follow behind, keeping quiet, one after another, no one is allowed to fall behind, and no one is allowed to make a sound."
Zhao Peng glanced at Lin Fan.
The new guy.
"the same as you."
Lin Fan nodded without saying anything.
By this time, he had basically concluded that Zhao Peng and Shen Wei were either soldiers or people who had received professional training.
Their movements, reaction speed, and methods of dealing with guards are beyond the capabilities of ordinary people.
Moreover, the fact that the man in the plaid shirt notified him in advance suggests that their actions were not a sudden uprising, but rather something that had been planned for some time.
He had originally intended to save the person, but unexpectedly, the other party started to save themselves.
interesting.
As Lin Fan pondered, Zhao Peng had already led the way out the door, with Shen Wei bringing up the rear, and Lin Fan sandwiched in the middle with the others.
Thirteen people filed out.
It was dark outside the camp, with only a few campfires providing a faint light source.
Most of the rioters were already asleep, with only a few still on night duty.
Zhao Peng followed the brick building's outer wall, leading the group toward the western wall of the camp.
There's a section of wall that's relatively low over there; once you climb over it, you'll find the dirt road we came on.
It went so smoothly?
Lin Fan had a vague feeling that something was wrong.
really.
Just as everyone reached the edge of the open space in the middle of the camp, a sharp whistle pierced the night sky.
The searchlights turned on instantly.
Three beams of white light swept over from the camp's watchtower, locking onto their group.
"Stop! Don't move!"
Armed thugs emerged from all directions.
Not three or five, but more than twenty.
This shows that the group was well-prepared.
Zhao Peng's face instantly darkened.
"We've been discovered!" Shen Wei shouted in a low voice.
"No, that's not right." Zhao Peng gripped his gun tighter. "It wasn't that we were discovered. Someone gave us advance notice."
He glanced back at the crowd behind him, his gaze icy.
There's a traitor among them.
The situation instantly reached a stalemate.
More than twenty thugs formed a semi-circle, all pointing their guns at the thirteen of them.
The burly man with a thick beard stepped out from behind the crowd, holding an assault rifle. His expression wasn't angry; it even carried a hint of regret.
"I knew you guys would cause trouble."
He looked at Zhao Peng and shook his head.
"I already told you, stay put, eat and drink your fill, and I'll send you away once things are settled. Why did you have to make such a fuss?"
Zhao Peng didn't speak, but he didn't lower the gun in his hand.
The bearded man sighed:
"Put the gun down, and I can pretend nothing happened. But if you shoot..."
He gestured with his chin behind him, "These twenty-odd guns of mine aren't just for show."
Shen Wei stood next to Zhao Peng, the muzzle of her gun slightly lowered, but not completely lowered.
The atmosphere became extremely tense.
The crowd behind me began to tremble, and some were already sobbing quietly.
Zhao Peng's finger rested on the trigger; he was making a judgment.
There were more than twenty guns against two pistols, with eleven unarmed civilians in between.
No matter how you calculate it, you can't win.
Just then, a lazy voice came from behind the crowd.
"Eh."
All eyes turned to the source of the sound.
Lin Fan walked slowly out from behind the crowd, his hands in his pockets.
Compared to others, his face showed no tension, let alone fear.
Yes, but it's a kind of calm that's hard to fathom.
He bypassed Zhao Peng and Shen Wei, and stood directly at the front, facing more than twenty gun barrels.
"Big Beard, I have a question for you."
The bearded man frowned: "Who are you?"
"The one we just caught." Lin Fan patted his face. "Has a bad memory, huh?"
The bearded man recognized him, his brow furrowing even more deeply: "What do you want?"
Lin Fan glanced at the dark gun barrels around him and suddenly asked a question that seemed rather puzzling:
"How many people are there in your camp again?"
The bearded man did not answer.
"Forty or more? Fifty?" Lin Fan asked himself, answering his own question. "Is that enough? If not, I'll wait until you've all called them."
Zhao Peng and Shen Wei both turned to look at Lin Fan.
What's going on with this person?
The bearded man's expression changed: "What exactly are you...?"
But he hadn't finished speaking.
Lin Fan then made a move.
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