coobybook Chapter 718 Wooden Box
Chapter 718 Wooden Box
Scarface had already pounced on a box and scanned the entire dark room, but there was no threat for the time being.
But his tense muscles did not relax, and his eyes were fixed on the Japanese markings on the lid of the box, like a hungry hyena staring at the rotten flesh behind a corpse.
He gestured to the bobcat and groundhog that followed behind him.
"Lift!" Scarface squeezed out the word from his throat, his voice a little hoarse with a hint of suppression.
He and the bobcat worked together to lift one box, while the groundhog lifted the other.
The box was heavier than expected.
When we arrived at the back door of the church, several people were just walking out of the church carrying the alley.
at this time!
"Who?!!" A terrified scream suddenly came from above the cellar entrance!
It was a homeless man! A homeless man who had been awakened from a pile of broken sacks in the corner of the alley! He crawled out from the shadows, ragged and unkempt, his face covered in dirt, full of the confusion of being awakened.
He saw figures moving boxes in the dark!
Scarface's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints! Even the groundhog beside him froze! Exposure! In this line of work, it was an absolutely fatal taboo!
There is no need for Scarface to give orders!
The mountain cat standing closest to the homeless man moved! Without using a gun, he transformed into a blurry black shadow, crouched down, kicked the ground, and pounced like an arrow!
The blade at the waist strikes out!
The homeless man opened his mouth in horror, as if he wanted to shout for help, but only a short, distorted sound came out.
puff!
The Bobcat had already crashed into the homeless man, and the blade in his left hand slashed horizontally across the homeless man's exposed throat!
The action was done in one go, without any drag!
The sound was strangled in the throat by the rough action of covering the mouth, leaving only the extremely sticky and harsh "crackling" sound made when the bones and throat were instantly cut and crushed.
The sticky, warm liquid splashed over half of the mountain cat's body and face.
There was no fluctuation in his eyes, only the pure, cold look of a killing machine executing orders.
When he let go of his hand, the homeless man's body fell to the ground limply like a rag. There was a huge cut in his throat, deep enough to see the bone. Blood was gushing out, quickly spreading into a glaring dark red pool on the dusty ground.
"Go!" Scarface didn't even look at the corpse on the ground, and growled at his men who were still dragging the box.
Looking back at the church, Scarface was puzzled. Why did the stationmaster know that there were no guards outside?
What's in the box?
The thought of opening the box to see what was inside flashed through his mind, but Scarface quickly dismissed it. He didn't dare to experience the stationmaster's cruelty...
The heavy wooden box was hurriedly carried away, leaving the homeless man's body on the ground still twitching and bleeding.
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The secret passage of Tianhou Temple in the old city.
The Tianhou Temple has been abandoned for many years.
The main hall, which was once bustling with worship, now looks like a huge, silent and ragged ghost in the night.
The broken window frames creaked in the night wind, like the sobbing of ghosts.
Old Mazi and Skinny Monkey carried the wooden box and quickly climbed up the stone steps at the entrance of the secret passage.
The sound of flowing water gradually faded away behind him. When he walked out of the entrance of the secret passage, soaked all over and emitting a smell of water vapor and blood, Lao Nian was dragging the bodies of several guards to the side.
The three of them were like three dripping ghosts, quickly disappearing into the ruins of the alleys in the dilapidated old city.
The darkness of night swallowed up their figures and concealed the lingering smell of death and blood in the abandoned palace.
Only near the entrance to the underground river, a few bubbles rolled and burst, leaving behind a few faint red threads.
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The abandoned main hall of the Stone Buddha Temple in the old city on the south bank of Sanchahekou.
call out!call out!
Two streaks of cold light, like the boomerangs of death, pierced the air with a shrill scream! They spun with precision and cut into the two guards' gun-wielding arms and half of their necks!
"Puff!" "Crack!" The terrible sound of cutting and bone breaking!
"Ugh..." The guard's neck was cut in half, his trachea and artery were broken at the same time! His arm joints were severed!
The pistol slipped out of his hand! He couldn't even utter a complete scream, and fell backwards like a felled tree!
The bald man's heavy body fell heavily on the guard who was still twitching, and his knee suddenly pressed against his chest. A short spear appeared in his right hand at some point, and he stabbed the other person's heart several times like lightning!
His movements were brutal, like dealing with an animal! He continued until the person beneath him completely stopped struggling.
On the other side, the wild boar paid no attention to the fighting behind it!
He pounced on the designated spot, the edge of the newly repaired stone slab! He didn't waste any time prying or searching for the mechanism! He simply pulled out a cylindrical tube of explosives from his lower back!
Quickly press it onto the center seam of the slab! At the same time, pull the fuse! In one smooth motion, without hesitation!
"Swish..." The rapidly burning sparks of the fuse lit up a dazzling light in the darkness!
"Explode the entrance! Retreat!" The wild boar roared at the stonemason who had already eliminated the threat from the right! At the same time, it suddenly lunged backward and rolled!
“Boom!!!!”
A thunderous explosion erupted beneath the statue's base! Earth, rocks, and wood chips shot out in a fan-shaped burst! A large amount of smoke and the smell of gunpowder instantly filled the air! The fragile stone slab, along with the rotten wooden trapdoor beneath it, was blown to pieces! A dark hole appeared in the smoke and dust!
"Hurry!" The wild boar roared at the blown-open hole! He was the first to step on the charred wooden fragments and mud to get into the dark hole!
There wasn't much space inside, and a stale, disgusting smell hit me in the face!
Several dark yellow wooden boxes were placed in the middle of the cave!
Without hesitation, the wild boar shouted towards the cave entrance: "Halloy! Baldy, come down and carry it! Night Hawk, Stone, be on guard outside!"
The five men lifted the wooden box and quickly disappeared into the rain, leaving behind several corpses lying in a pool of blood in the hall.
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Small Western-style building on Miyajima Street in the Japanese Concession.
Miyajima Street, the core area of the Japanese Concession.
This place is completely different from the French Concession.
The streets are neat and straight, paved with smooth bluestone slabs, and the streetlights on both sides emit a steady dim glow.
Rows of low-rise villas with a distinct Japanese fusion style are lined up one after another, and most of the buildings have small, exquisite and well-maintained gardens or low hedges in front of them.
It was quiet and orderly, yet there was an indescribable coldness and depression in the silence.
There was no smell of decay or coal smoke from the French Concession in the air, only the fresh scent of plants and a faint smell of disinfectant, which made people feel more suffocated as if they were under strict control.
A small white Western-style building near the corner of Nakajima Town is Lao Tan's target.
It is located slightly away from the busy area of the main street, and the garden is larger and quieter.
The three-story structure glowed cleanly under the streetlights. All windows were tightly closed, thick curtains tightly obscuring everything within. From the outside, it appeared peaceful and silent. But Old Tan knew this was just the tip of the iceberg.
At this time, Old Tan, Sick Tiger and Mad Dog were like three stains that had completely blended into this exotic night, lurking silently in the deep shadow cast by a huge wisteria trellis diagonally opposite the small western-style building.
They were wearing inappropriate, loose, old Japanese work jackets, and soft, floppy work hats on their heads, with the brims pulled down so low that they almost covered most of their faces. Their faces were also simply but effectively smeared with dirt and grease.
They disguised themselves as handymen from the power company repairing street lights at night, pushing a shabby two-wheeled cart loaded with a ladder, a toolbox, and a broken wire reel and parked in the shade on the street.
The sick tiger, a tall man, now hunched over deliberately. The mad dog's nervous twitching mouth now solidified into a crude, dull, worker's expression.