After about two or three minutes, the spasms stopped, and Yang Mingyun got up, slipped into the warm bath, and regardless of the hot pain of the wound being soaked in water, he picked out easy-to-digest sausages and smoked fish from the large floating table on the bath, and devoured them. After a hearty meal, he walked over to the large iron door facing the hallway and sat down with his back against the wall. He decided to wait for someone to open the door.

Three hours passed, and Yang Mingjun felt that the food he ate had been turned into energy and stored in his muscles. By this time, all the killers had fallen asleep.

Outside the thick steel door, there was the faint sound of footsteps and the chatter of guards and thugs. Yang Mingyun stood up, still handcuffed on his right wrist.

The door makes the sound of the combination lock turning and the lock opening. As soon as the huge and thick steel door opened to the outside, Yang Mingyun quietly jumped into the corridor. The big man who was about to step in suddenly froze, and opened his mouth like an idiot.

Yang Mingyun hung handcuffs on his right wrist and struck hard at the guy's ear, with a muffled sound, the guy's skull was smashed, and his brain splattered far away.

Yang Mingyun didn't take another look at the guy who was falling, but pounced on the remaining two thugs with the speed of an eagle pounceing on its prey, and disposed of the two with handcuffs like lightning.

The frightened guards wanted to remove the "Whirlwind" submachine gun from their shoulders. As soon as the big guard raised his gun, he was hit on the head by handcuffs and immediately fainted.

In the winding corridor in front of us to the left and right, there were no other figures. Yang Mingyun looked at the handcuffs that had been beaten and deformed, and couldn't help but smile and grimace.

Yang Mingyun took the clip from his hair, opened the half of the handcuffs that were cuffed to his right wrist, threw away the handcuffs, and then took off the olive green military uniform on the guard. He didn't wear underwear, he put pants and a blouse directly over his naked body, picked up a bullet belt and tied it around his waist. The cartridge belt was filled with ten magazines of twenty rounds, a total of 200 rounds. On the right side of the bullet belt hung two pineapple-type grenades, and on the left hung a bayonet. Yang Mingjun gently pulled the bolt of the submachine gun back.

Yang Mingjun confirmed that the bullet was loaded, he hung up the bolt, turned off the firing machine, opened the safety, and pulled the position of the burst.

In order to prevent being caught again, Yang Mingjun hid the hairpin into the urethra. Then he felt for the pocket of his uniform, found a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and hurriedly smoked one, while examining the fallen enemies one by one, and the youngest of the thugs was the least wounded. The guy was just shattered in the cheekbones, and his life was not in danger, he was just in shock, and the other guys' heads were all blooming.

Yang Mingyun pulled out a small "Deer" brand 9mm automatic pistol from the shoulder glove of the young thug and inserted it into the bullet belt around his waist. I knew from his driver's license that his name was Wang Xinping.

Yang Mingjun gently kicked him on his tailbone a few times, waking him up. As soon as the guy's eyes opened, Yang Mingyun inserted the muzzle of the submachine gun into his mouth, lowered his voice and ordered: "If you shout loudly, I will kill you!" ”

Wang Xinping's eyes hung obliquely, and his hands patted the ground, indicating that he did not dare to disobey. The barrel of the gun stabbed into his mouth as deep as the triangle crosshairs.

"Stand up! Slow down, slow down! What kind of person is Lao Tzu, is it clear now? ”

Wang Xinping had the muzzle of the gun in his mouth, moaning as he sat up with his hands on the ground.

"Don't shoot...... Please, don't shoot......" His pitiful voice leaked through the gap between the barrel and his lips, and his slanted eyes quickly scanned left and right, and the timid look became even more evident at the sight of his accomplice lying dead on the ground.

"If you don't do what I say, watch your head!"

Wang Xinping stood up. Yang Mingyun roughly pulled out the barrel of the gun from his mouth, and Wang Xinping's teeth were torn out by the crosshairs, and red blood flowed out.

Yang Mingyun turned to Wang Xinping's back and pressed the muzzle of the submachine gun against his backbone, "Okay, how about you show me the way to the ground!" I don't think you're going to say a word, are you? With that, he poked him in the back with a gun.

"Ming...... Got it. I'll do what you tell me to do, don't let the gun go off! Wang Xinping pleaded with tears.

"Listen! At the corner where the guards were standing, he whispered hello. Otherwise, beware of being beaten into a hornet's nest by your own people's bullets. Yang Mingjun warned him. When the two walked about thirty meters in the tunnel, a corner appeared twenty meters ahead.

Wang Xinping shuddered and said, "Turn right, there are two guards in front." ”

"Okay, take your shoes off! lest you walk up and make a sound. ”

Wang Xinping took off his shoes, trembling and came to the corner to stand, and at this moment, from inside the corner, bullets flew like locusts, which were submachine guns firing rapidly, and at least ten guns were firing.

Although Yang Mingyun and the others were in the dead end of the enemy's firepower, the bullets that hit the wall rebounded one after another, posing a great threat to them. Wang Xinping screamed and squatted down.

Yang Mingyun pulled out a pineapple grenade from the bullet belt, pulled out the safety pin, and pulled the fire button vigorously, the grenade fuse was ignited, and light blue smoke was sprayed from the blowhole.

Yang Mingyun held a smoking grenade in his left hand and threw it into the corner, then hurriedly leaned against the wall, covering his ears with his right hand holding a gun and his empty left hand.

Two and a half seconds later, the grenade exploded, and a wave of air flew through the rotten flesh and bones of the enemy.

Wang Xinping squatted, frightened and crazy. Yang Mingyun's head was numb from the shock, his ears were buzzing, and he immediately jumped out of the corner and swept the submachine gun towards the place where the grenade exploded. Blue smoke and cement dust filled the air, making it impossible to see what was ahead of you or whether you had hit the enemy. However, no one fired back. Yang Mingyun waited for a few more minutes.

The smoke was almost gone, Yang Mingyun grabbed Wang Xinping's collar and lifted him up, "Okay!" Continue to lead the way! ”

"Okay, spare me! Don't use me to block the gun. Wang Xinping trembled and pleaded with tears.

"Shut up! If you grind it any longer, I'll give you a shot in the back! Yang Mingyun put a muzzle on Wang Xinping's back.

"Know...... Got it. Wang Xinping stumbled forward. The two men went around the corner to the right and entered the bombed area one after the other. This is a basement, and the electric lights on the ceiling have been blown to the ground, and the inside is dark. Wang Xinping walked forward under the pressure of the gun, and the smoke of gunpowder and the dust that had not yet dissipated made him cough incessantly.

Bloody corpses lay on their feet, some blown to pieces. A crater with a diameter of up to three meters appeared on the concrete floor.

The two continued to walk along the tunnel, and when they reached the end, the tunnel branched into two branches, left and right, Wang Xinping turned left, and there were no bullets flying on the opposite side. After walking forward for more than 20 meters, Wang Xinping suddenly ran up.

"Stop! I'm going to shoot! Yang Mingyun picked up the gun. Wang Xinping ignored it.

There was a button on the wall in front of him, Wang Xinping jumped to the button, and almost at the same time, Yang Mingyun fired a shot. Wang Xinping pressed the button the moment after he was shot. Yang Mingyun was taken aback, and just wanted to jump, but he didn't expect that the cement floor under his feet suddenly turned over, revealing a two-meter-square trap. Yang Mingyun screamed and fell. Fortunately, his feet hit the ground first, and he squatted down, slowing down the momentum a little, but the momentum reached his brain, and he suddenly became confused, and after a few seconds, his consciousness recovered, and he touched his neck, fortunately the bone was not broken, and he groaned and got up from the ground. The cement cover above his head was closed, and it was black. A breeze blew from the side, Yang Mingyun touched his jacket pocket and took out a lighter and cigarette. Lighting the lighter, he looked around. The height of the concrete roof on the ground is more than seven meters.

In addition, on the left side of the trap, there is a horizontal hole, the size of which can only be passed by one person, and from where the breeze blows. The flame of the lighter swayed incessantly in the breeze.

The wooden butt of the submachine gun had a crack in it, and the front sight shield was crooked, but the firing mechanism was still intact. Yang Mingyun pulled out the knife hanging on the left side of the bullet on his waist and put it on the submachine gun. Then light a cigarette, extinguish the lighter, and when the cigarette is a third of the way down, stick it on the tip of the knife and use the faint spark of the cigarette butt to illuminate it. He held his gun in his right hand and reached forward and drilled into the hole.

The horizontal cave is so narrow that it cannot be considered a tunnel. The surrounding area is covered with cement. Yang Mingyun crawled forward on his elbows and knees, and after crawling for a while, with the help of extremely faint cigarette butts, he could see the surrounding situation vaguely.

When Yang Mingyun walked to the huge steel wall at the end, and saw that there was a combination lock on the door, he cursed, and was so frustrated that he almost sat down on the ground.

Although Yang Mingjun has been specially trained, he can rely on the feeling of voice and fingertips, as well as intuition, to combine the numbers of the combination lock. But he is not an expert in opening a combination lock after all, and he doesn't know how much time it will take to match the password and open the lock. Just sit on the floor and smoke a cigarette to stabilize your mood.

Finish a cigarette. He stood up and tapped his fist on the steel door to gauge its thickness. The steel plate on the surface appears to be 1 centimeter thick with waste sandwiched in the middle, and the other side is estimated to be 5 centimeters thick. When you really can't open the combination lock, you may have a glimmer of hope when you use a gun to deal with it.

Yang Mingyun was engrossed in the password numbers. After an hour of tinkering, the lock still hasn't been opened. Having to give up the idea of unlocking, he took a few steps back, raised his gun and aimed at the side of the combination lock against the wall, squinted his eyes to prevent the iron pins from splashing, and fired a long string of bullets in one breath.

Tilted in between, the magazine of twenty rounds of the submachine gun was empty. The steel door was struck with bullet marks, twisted and deformed, and it emitted pale blue smoke from the impact heat of the high-speed bullets.

The combination lock was also beaten beyond recognition. Yang Mingyun grabbed the handle and twisted it downward, and then pulled it hard, and the steel door creaked open.

It's still authentic inside. Yang Mingyun removed the bayonet from the submachine gun that had run out of bullets, threw the gun casually, pulled out the pistol from the holster with his right hand, held the knife in his left hand, and walked into the tunnel. The height of this tunnel is just right for people to stand and walk. The tunnel zigzags forward. Yang Mingyun walked cautiously, and suddenly, he saw a tunnel exit with a faint light appearing in front of him.

walked out of the tunnel and came to a room, who knew that there were steel walls all around, and there was no way out, Yang Mingyun sat on the ground in frustration.

At this moment, the buzz of the motor sounded, and the huge steel wall in front of Yang Mingyun slowly rose, and four men appeared on the opposite side: Valentin, a North Korean, and two people himself. They sat on the two sofas and looked at Yang Mingyun with a malicious smile on their faces.

Yang Mingyun jumped up, pulled off the hammer of the pistol, and shouted: "Raise your hands!" ”

The four laughed without hesitation.

Yang Mingyun aimed at the right side and shot himself. But in an instant, the bullets flew and let out a shrill howl, and he sat down on the ground in astonishment.

It turned out that between the four people and Yang Mingyun, there was a piece of super-hard bulletproof glass. Where the pistol bullet hit, only a vague white mark remained.

The four of them laughed happily, and when they had laughed enough, they saw the North Korean pick up the microphone and say, "Put the gun down!" ”

"I'm not going to put down my gun! Never! Yang Mingyun gritted his teeth and said.

"We think you're a rare man, and we don't intend to put you to death. Put the gun down, and the knife. ”

"Don't try to lie to me!"

"Then we'll have to help you get rid of the gun." The North Koreans scoffed.

As soon as he finished speaking, a piece of glass fell behind Yang Mingyun, blocking the entrance and exit of the tunnel, and at the same time, a stream of gas sprayed out from the ceiling.

Yang Mingyun hurriedly held his breath and tried his best not to inhale the gas, but in the end he couldn't hold it back, and involuntarily inhaled a big breath, his eyes suddenly darkened, and his consciousness gradually disappeared.

When he woke up, Yang Mingjun seemed to think that he was still in a dream. He was lying naked on the bed with a girl lying next to him. The girl is also **naked, she looks less than twenty years old, but her body is quite mature, her breasts are upturned, with a faint yellow, her skin is slightly dark, a pair of watery eyes unique to southern women, the upper mouth is arrogant but full of surname, and her armpit hair is also very thick.

Yang Mingyun rubbed his eyes, knowing that it was not a dream, he grinned and gently poked the tip of the girl's nose with his fingers.

He felt a hot snort on his back, and he quickly turned around to take a look, only to see a [***] beautiful woman lying on the other side.

She looked like she was in her early twenties, her skin was soft and white, her long black hair was scattered over her shoulders, her eyes were dark and deep, with a hint of good wounds, and her body was slender, well-proportioned and toned.

"It seems that my good fortune is not shallow." A smile appeared on Yang Mingyun's face, and the fear had long since vanished. There was a dull ache in the head. There is no place in the other parts of the body that does not hurt, but now that there are two beautiful women by his side, where can he still take care of the pain.

I only felt a little pain in my lower abdomen, and there was no foreign body sensation in my urethra. It seems that while unconscious, the hairpin hidden in the urethra has been searched. Yang Mingyun struggled to prop up his upper body and sat up against the head of the bed. This is a large bed with a width of 2 meters and 3 meters. The size of the room was also huge. But the difference is that the walls are all steel on all sides, and the ground is concrete. The ceiling is also a steel sheet construction, which is high above the ground.

There was no door in this room, so Yang Mingyun had to temporarily dispel the idea of escaping, and if he came, he would be at ease and see what tricks the enemy had. So he muttered to himself, "What a thirst! ”

"You wait, I'll go get water." The dark-skinned girl above slid off the bed, and Yang Mingyun admired her beautiful curves with lustful eyes. In particular, what made Yang Mingyun's heart shake was a pair of dimples on the girl's buttocks. The girl opened the freezer, picked out a large plastic bottle from the rich variety of food and beverages, and took three plastic cups from the refrigerator. There was no glass in the room, probably because the glass could be used as a murder weapon after it was broken. The dark-skinned girl returned to the bed, bit off the cork with her teeth, and handed the cup to the two on the bed. The fair-skinned woman propped up her upper body diagonally with one arm and took the cup.

The dark-skinned girl first filled the cups of the two on the bed with a drink, then poured herself a glass, and casually placed the plastic bottle on the bedside table.

Yang Mingyun raised his glass and drank the cold liquid in one go. Then he grabbed the bottle again, pointed it to the mouth, and drank all the liquid in the bottle.

He asked the names of the two girls, and only then did he know that the girl with a slightly dark complexion was named Sakurako Duanki, and the other girl with a fair complexion was called Ayako Konishi, both of whom were themselves.

Yang Mingyun's empty stomach quickly absorbed the liquid, and soon, the headache and body aches miraculously disappeared. It turned out that the drink was mixed with ingredients from Dayu. When Yang Mingjun noticed it, it was already too late. But you can't vomit out the Coke you've drunk. He knew that someone was spying on him.

Yang Mingyun wanted to hug Sakura, but she slipped like a loach, and her body flashed and dodged. She pulled open the drawer on the bedside table. When she turned, she had three thin green cigarettes and a lighter in her hand.

Sakurako gave each of these large cigarette rolls one cigarette. Then light a fire for Yang Mingyun, Ayako and himself. She wanted to make Yang Mingyun completely lose his mind.

Yang Mingyun had no choice but to close his eyes and smoke a cigarette. However, he did not swallow the cigarette in his stomach, but only let it circulate in his mouth and spit it out. While smoking, he started to self-suggest and warn himself that even if he was deprived of normal thinking ability, he must not tell the real situation.

Soon, he was quite drunk. Yang Mingyun smoked half of Da Xu's cigarette and threw it on the ground, then lay down, hugged Sakura, who was inhaling Da Xu, and stroked her body.

Because of the role of Daxuan, Yang Mingyun felt that he had endless energy. At this moment, a mysterious sound of music rose from the side of the pillow, and along with the music, a bass voice murmured as if chanting a mantra: "Yang Mingyun...... Yang Mingyun, you are already ...... We're part of the League of Free and Justice...... You...... OK...... Forever...... Enjoyed it to the fullest...... Forever...... Forever...... Do you understand? "There is a walkie-talkie hidden at the head of the bed.

"Understood......" Yang Mingyun replied almost unconsciously while drifting with the waves of happiness.

(To be continued)