MTL - House Dad’s Literary Life-Chapter 1282 Going to the clothes, deep work and name (2/3)

In the monitoring room, the gray-haired man's head screamed at the phone, and he said that when he was excited, he also waved the arm of one hand. And beside him, a person is closely watching the dynamics of the media on the small computer that he carries with him. Another person is staring closely at the surveillance cameras on the wall. Some of them may have someone to break through the surveillance. The lens has been watched by him.

In addition to these three people, there is also a gray-haired man in charge of combat. When the door knocks, he is sitting at the door, holding a rifle in both hands, and hearing the knock on the door, he grabs The rifle stood up vigilantly.

"Who?" he asked quietly.

"Take the big guy, **** is not saying?" The familiar Semite voice came in, although the voice was a little impatient, but it still let him breathe a sigh of relief.

At the same time, the leader who was on the phone also held the microphone in front of him, reaching out and saying hello to let him open the door, impatient expression, seems to be worried that their speech interfered with their negotiations.

The gray-haired people who were alert did not dare to neglect, and they quickly vacated a hand-drawn door, and the gray windbreaker that caught the eye also made him further relaxed.

However, when the gray-haired man looked up and revealed a face that was completely different from them, the gray-clothed person in charge of the alert suddenly realized that he was wrong, but he only had time to pick up his eyes, and the look in the brown pupil was already in the same place. Coagulation, no more words.

Yang Hao's sharp eyes passed through the suddenly pulled shoulders, flashing and looking at the leader who was still busy negotiating, and the technicians who were watching the screen on both sides.

Yes, Yang Lan pretends to be a gray man. He puts on the gray coat of the gray man outside the door, and even puts on his hood. Even, he just flashed the speed directly from the gray man in front of him. The dagger that was inserted and accurately pierced into the brainstem and the medulla was found in the gray man outside the door!

After calmly solving the first gray-shirted man, Yang Lan gripped the other's arm tightly like a pair of iron-clamps, holding his body firmly, and obscuring the inside to look at his own sight. And Yang Lan’s right hand slowly released the handle of the dagger, and the movement touched the waist very slightly, pulling out the sharp machete.

Two drops of blood, one drop on the windbreaker draped in Yang Lan, and another drop of silence on the ground.

In the monitoring room, the other three people did not realize it. Even the leader who was on the phone rushed to Yang Lan and waved his hand, indicating that he was standing waiting, waiting for him to finish the call.

But Yang Lan has already recognized it. The leader who is making a phone call is the man with a pair of haze eyes that he never forgets!

Perhaps the negotiations were once again subjected to a tough rebuttal. His eyes were filled with hatred, and the madness and vicious light shone.

"You don't have to wait for half an hour, I will let you see, irritate my end!" The head stunned the microphone.

He shouted in the surveillance room: "Give me ten personal qualities, pull out..."

It may be a bit over-the-top. He also forgot to give orders in the radio. However, the leader didn't care. He reached out and pressed a microphone on the console. This was taken by their people from the dispatching room. Broadcast throughout the station.

The almost mad leader caught the attention of his two assistants. They couldn't help but turn their heads to look at their boss. At this time, Yang Lan knew that his chance came!

"xxx! Listen to my order, now..." The broadcast sounds in the station can be clearly introduced into the monitoring room.

And the red-eyed leader was screaming at the microphone, and did not notice that the two assistants behind him had their heads twisted behind them in a strange angle and fell silently on their chairs.

"Catch ten people, no, twenty..." The sound of the broadcast stopped abruptly, and there was no sound, leaving only a confusing silence.

Of course, the passengers in the station were frightened and stunned on the ground, but this did not have the following order, and the gray-haired people in the station who were responsible for the guards did not know where to start.

Arrests?

What do you do?

Where do they know? The leader who admired himself has been wiped his neck and lying in the blood pool of the monitoring room!

Yang Lan has no extra movements. After being close to the leader, he cleanly grins his mouth and the machete, and the world is clean!

"There are so many words..." Yang Lan glanced coldly at the kbfz leader who had made him feel jealous, and the eyes of the dead eyes, the darkness in his heart.

I thought how strong it is! It turned out to be just a slag.

However, after killing the four people in the monitoring room, Yang Lan was too late to be happy. He moved the guarded body outside the door and closed the door.

There are three gray people who are going upstairs. Although Yang Lan has enough time to get out, he does not have enough time to destroy all surveillance videos.

Therefore, one does not do two, Yang Lan decided to ambush the next three people!

Of course, Yang Lan was not reluctant to kill four people in the surveillance room without a gun. It was because he played a psychological war and was in a state where the other side was not prepared. Moreover, two of the four people are technicians and there is no fighting power at all.

However, Yang Lan does not think that he can solve three armed militants with guns in a face-to-face manner with a knife.

Therefore, Yang Lan also took the gun this time.

Fortunately, he found a silencer pistol on the console. The experienced Yang Lan, not only with a glove, but also wrapped his head with a man's headscarf, and wrapped it tightly. Windbreaker.

Not as expected by Yang Lan, although Yang Lan imitated the sound of the leader, let the other party relax their vigilance, but the moment the door of the monitoring room opened, the **** breath that escaped, still let the gray-haired person who started the head pick up The eyes.

However, it was too late to notice that it was too late!

Yang Lan, who was hiding behind the door and pretending to be a guard, raised his hand in a lightning bolt. "噗, 噗" started with two shots. Yang Lan directly pointed to the two gray-haired people standing behind and looking at each other, the bullets from their The forehead got into it!

The gray-clothed man who started the head was exactly the same as Yang Yu’s thought. He panicked and made a dodging action. If Yang Lan shot him, he might not be able to hit the key.

However, Yang Lan had already done everything well. When the other side hurriedly evaded, he folded his gun in his right arm and carried the Gurkha machete in his left hand and leaned over.

On the gun method, Yang Lan did not dare to say that he was very powerful.

But on the knife method, Yang Lan does not believe that there are still many people in the world who are better than themselves.

Therefore, in the silver wave of the moon, the gray-haired man who was at the head was not spared. He dropped his gun and grabbed his **** neck. He slammed two times and crashed into the ground.

"Slag..." Yang Lan sighed quietly.

There is still a hint of resentment.

......

A quarter of an hour later, a media reporter ecstatically waved his cell phone and rushed to the military and police headquarters that was laying down the sky.

In five minutes, the ready-made special military police broke into the Paris train station that was held by kbfz for more than an hour from all directions.

Smoke bombs and flash bombs continue to scream, and the fierce gunshots can be heard clearly in the far reporters.

An hour later, on the TV, the host reported painfully: "...and finally came to a close. According to incomplete statistics, more than 60 station staff and tourists were killed and more than 100 people were injured. In the police's tough battle Six policemen were unfortunately hit by stray bullets, and the rescue was ineffective. In addition, more than a dozen military and policemen were injured and are currently in emergency rescue..."

However, the TV station received an unconfirmed message when the moderator and an "expert" were discussing the police's abandonment of negotiations and choosing whether to directly attack the station.

The host was excited to report again: "We learned from the front that the police found **** equivalents of explosives at the station. Fortunately, these explosives were not installed in detonators and were not detonated. Otherwise, the consequences were unimaginable..."

But no matter what, a "successful" rescue operation once again made people who paid attention to the incident breathe a sigh of relief and began to light candles on social media to pray for injured tourists and police.

At this moment, in the train station where the smoke has not yet dispersed, Yang Lan and Murphy, who had just come out of the toilet, took the ambulance that the ambulanceman had come in. He and Murphy’s clothes were gray and the hair was messy. A look of horror.

Both the dragonfly and the little sister were held in their arms by Dad, and their heads were covered by Dad’s big hand. In addition to the alarm sounds from the ears, the two little guys could not see anything at all.

He is still very well-behaved. She is vaguely aware that something is wrong. The scared little girl only wants to hold her father, and her head is buried in her father's thick chest. Only in this way can she feel a little bit safe.

Xiao Xiao was very skinny. The little guy didn’t know what he had just experienced. He heard the ambulance’s alarm and he couldn’t help but twist in his father’s arms. Unfortunately, he couldn’t earn his father’s. big hand.

"Hey...jiao-proof car, hey, I have to watch the car." The little guy was squatted on Dad’s stomach and cried in a sullen mood.