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Just as Su Yuanhang breathed a sigh of relief, Pan An, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, said the last sentence: "You know, we have only one purpose this time, and that is to let them use their only precious life to comprehend Desperate, comprehend that if you dare to do things in the flower planter, you will die——!"

As soon as these words came out, Su Yuanhang only felt that the blood all over his body was burning...

After a long time, he calmly endured the agitation in his heart, and nodded heavily: "Okay!"

……

To be honest, Pan An had passed through this slum twice before the demolition failed, because it was the only way to Sante Hot Spring Resort.

Unlike the quiet days of the resort, this place can be compared with the main street of the central township except for the S road. Basically, other places can be classified as illegal buildings or dangerous buildings.

planning?nonexistent!
Leaving this crossing S road, private sheds can be seen everywhere, the messy wires above the head seem to be within reach, and scattered and disorderly garbage can be seen everywhere.

Comparing it with Shanghai, it feels as if it suddenly came to the third world.

After getting out of the car, Pan An took advantage of the darkness and followed the direction provided by the positioning, constantly changing the position of the slippery side, avoiding being discovered by the night vision device of the gunman who might be ambushing at a high place, and slowly moved towards the core area.

After a while, he realized that the atmosphere in this place was very strange.

There was no dog barking around, and he rarely encountered pedestrians on the road. He walked about a hundred meters before he saw a person, still in a hurry, lowering his head and not looking at him at all...

Soon, Pan An saw a small three-story building made of cement bricks, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but walk towards it more lightly.

In Pan'an's vision, this is a very good apex.

Although there is still a distance of about two hundred meters from the real destination, and its value is greatly reduced due to random construction, it can still monitor most of the streets and alleys within a range of 50 meters. It is simply unacceptable not to put in a few eyes.

Pan An intends to go in and take a look, maybe he can seize enough weapons from those 'eyes'...

There is a large yard in front of the gate of the small building. In the yard, low sheds covered with asbestos tiles are built around, and a lot of recyclable waste, such as steel or cardboard boxes, are piled up inside.

After a little observation, Pan An quickly drew out a relatively safe infiltration route and put it into action.

But just after entering the yard, he stopped walking and found that there were still several people eating beer in the living room of this small building.

Judging by their attire and mental outlook, they should be the owner's family of this waste collection station, plus a few workers who are not young.

After hesitating for a moment, Pan An finally chose to walk over, and was soon exposed in front of these people.

Surprisingly, the tables of these people were very rich, no less than Lei Jiajia's thank-you banquet, with chicken, fish and stewed vegetables...

The 35-year-old man sitting on the main seat, wearing a leather jacket, with a big back, and a scald scar on his face, frowned when he saw Pan An enter the door, stood up and asked coldly, "Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for the tenant here!" Pan An accompanied him with a smile, pointed upstairs, and then shook his phone: "It was they who sent the location, which is why I found this place. There is a small three-story building nearby. building……"

As soon as he said this, the look of the man in the leather jacket eased a lot, but he was still quite indifferent: "They are on the third floor, you go up by yourself, don't rush around, or you will lose some antique treasures, all of you will die." Can't run."

After leaving this sentence, the man sat down on his own, grabbed the chopsticks again and ate on the table, picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth.

"I see, I won't intrude, thank you!" Pan An made up his mind, promised, and walked towards the stairs in the corner of the living room...

I heard that fat woman complaining behind her back: "Yesterday I told you not to be greedy for that little rent, but you didn't believe me. Now it's alright, our house is almost becoming a hotel, and all kinds of ghosts and ghosts can come in and out. If you really lost something, I'll see what you can do..."

The man yelled, "What are you afraid of, baby who dares to work hard, if you don't shed a layer of skin, no one can run away..."

"The guy who is so poor that he still wants to rent a house here, how much meat can he shave if he kills him?"

Pan An silently listened to these conversations verbatim, and a bewildered smile appeared on his handsome face.

He suddenly accelerated, taking five or six steps in one step, but still without any movement, he turned into a black shadow and rushed straight to the third floor.

Compared with the bright lights downstairs, the light of the voice-activated energy-saving lamps in the corridor is obviously much dimmer.For this reason, Pan An deliberately closed his eyes for a second to get used to it.

Facts have proved that this approach is still very effective.As soon as he climbed to the third floor, he immediately noticed that there was an object moving decently in the crack of the nearest door.

Although the moving object inside was very slow, and even if Pan An pricked up his ears, he didn't hear any movement, but this abnormal situation in front of him was like using a loudspeaker to tell him that there was an evil guy inside. , have found him coming.

But under such circumstances, Pan An chose to go up and knock on the door: "Dong dong dong—"

No one responded!

But the fluctuation of the light in the crack of the door continued, and the speed increased significantly, and finally stopped at the side of the door lock.

This is a very standard defensive position. With Pan An's knowledge, it is not difficult to guess that the guy behind the door is pointing a firearm in the direction of the door crack. Shuttle bullets?

In the silence, it seemed that a depressive atmosphere gradually began to spread.

Pan An muttered to himself, "Do these guys still have secret codes?"

However, he knocked on the door again in disbelief: "Dong dong dong——"

Moreover, Pan An deliberately added a vague peninsula: "Open the door!"

It wasn't until this moment that the guy inside asked hesitantly, "Zhongji?"

Pan An's expression remained unchanged, and he followed the routine: "Yes, it's me!"

However, this tried-and-true trick of the rivers and lakes did not easily achieve results this time. The guy inside was still extremely vigilant: "You didn't take good care of your wounds, why did you come here suddenly? Who told you we were here?"

Pan An didn't understand half of the sentence he was talking to.Although he is proficient in several languages, Peninsular language is not included among them, and he can only barely communicate in a simple way.

This time, it's a dilemma!

At the critical moment, Pan An decided to gamble on his luck again: "Have you decided about Park Zhixun?"

As soon as these words came out, the guys in the room fell silent for a long time.

Pan An thought that the matter had been exposed, and was about to find a way to break the situation.In the end, it turned around, and the door was suddenly opened by the guy inside...