Chapter 1278: Bloody Game (8)

"I think the one in front is quite good. Let's park in their yard," Kadar pointed to a yard in front.

This could be considered a luxury house, with a separate gate and a road leading inside, 3 or 4 meters wide, belonging to the degree of being enough but not luxurious enough, similar to the Nanyang colonial style villa in the back, not extravagant three floors, good-looking, enough, not complicated, and the two holding guns were enough to kill everyone inside.

Ismail, who had just started learning to drive, turned the corner in a hurry, then stared at the gate of the house and said: "The door is locked, right? Is there surveillance?"

"No surveillance, I just looked. Their courtyard wall is built high, and there is barbed wire. It's an old house from before, no cameras," Kadar said, putting on a baseball cap, taking a crowbar from the back seat, and said: "I'll go down and pry the door."

"Wait, what if they have surveillance inside, like in front of the house?"

Kadar laughed: "Not that advanced. Even if there is, it's impossible to connect to the police station. I guess it's the kind connected to their own computer. We kill them all, so what if the surveillance video is stored on the computer? Besides, it's late."

Kadar looked up at the sky. The sky in the evening, the visibility dropped very quickly. After a while, looking from the inside to the outside, one could only rely on lighting, not daylighting.

Ismail didn't consider so much, hesitated and said: "Ah... then how do you know if their surveillance is connected to the police station, or connected to a security company?"

"I don't think so. If you are worried, ask when we catch people later. If they say it's connected, we turn around and leave. If it's not connected, we'll stay and rest for a night," Kadar said indifferently.

Ismail: "Actually, I think, why don't we just find a small hotel or something to stay in? Do we still have to kill?"

"Staying in a hotel is easy to be discovered. You haven't read books. Many big thieves were discovered in small hotels. Those who open such shops have very sharp eyes. We are both minors, too easy to be discovered," Kadar finished, and added: "We don't lose anything by killing. This family looks rich, there must be a safe in the house. We get some cash and gold. When we get to a new country, we have a start. Besides, you haven't had sex, right? This family might have a beautiful daughter or something, let you rape her."

Ismail, 1.8 meters tall, was suddenly a bit flustered, and hurriedly shook his head: "Forget it, forget it, I have someone I like."

"People don't like you," Kadar just said this, seeing Ismail drive to the gate, he stuffed his pistol into his back waist, carrying a crowbar and went down.

After killing many people, the courage is different. As the saying goes, money is a hero's courage, killing and arson gold belt. Kadar is young, but at this time, he is in the most high-spirited state of mind, can be said to be afraid of no one, only feeling that every road he takes is passable, and every road is a smooth road under his feet.

Just for the house in front of him, many of Ismail's worries are reasonable, but Kadar doesn't care.

He feels that any situation can be solved. If the other party's surveillance is networked or reported to the police, he can run. If the other party has many people, he can use a gun. But if everything goes well, after they kill people, not only can they sleep well, but they can also prepare more funds. By the time they get to Bincheng tomorrow and find a boat, that is the time when they really need to keep a low profile.

Click, click...

Kadar used a crowbar to pry open the door of the residence in a few moments.

"You can save money in the bank, but you can't give your life to others," Kadar hummed, carrying the crowbar in one hand, opened the gate of the residence, and the words his father said inexplicably rang in his mind.

Old Stewart was not a human, but he knew how to be a human.

Kadar thought while walking into the residence, his nose still carrying his own battle tune.

Ismail shouted "get in the car," Kadar ignored him, Ismail didn't dare to shout again, so he drove behind him.

The end of the road in the residence is a 0. Vehicles can stop here, or stop to unload passengers and then drive away. It is an excellent choice for families who want to open a party.

This family's 0 is relatively tight, like their narrow road, they are all entry-level products for the rich, meaning they probably won't invest much in security.

Dong dong dong.

Kadar knocked on the door when he arrived, not afraid at all.

Ismail tried hard to adjust the angle of the vehicle, parked in a position he thought was easy to drive out, then tucked his gun, and got out of the car with his 50cm Mad Dog knife.

The moment his hands left the steering wheel and gripped the handle of the knife, Ismail's confidence began to soar.

Only those who often use knives to kill know that a 50cm sturdy knife, facing ordinary people without weapons, is completely crushing. Even the word "unarmed" itself can explain this problem.

If there was still hesitation and timidity when killing for the first time, after killing many times, Ismail's courage also grew. He now relied less on pistols. Within a few meters, he slashed with one knife, except for splashing a body of blood, the difficulty of killing was about the same as a pistol.

A sharp 50cm knife slashed over, hands were broken, legs were broken, ordinary people basically had no way to live, and even wanting to cause counter-injury was very difficult.

Click.

The villa door opened.

"Who are you looking for?"

The one who opened the door was a woman in her 40s. She naturally couldn't think of words like murderer, just frowned at Kadar, who looked like a teenager, thinking he had gone the wrong way.

"I'm looking for Mr. Johnson," Kadar casually made up a name.

"There is no Johnson here," the woman pointed to the nameplate on the wall and said: "You went the wrong way."

"How many people are in your family?" Kadar didn't care about that, just asked.

If the other party is willing to say, say it. If not, he doesn't care too much.

"Please leave," the woman was indeed unwilling to say, and also began to realize the danger, saying she was going to close the door.

Kadar laughed, swish, the crowbar behind his back reached into the door crack.

This door, naturally, couldn't be closed.

The woman stared in horror, but her daily life was too far from violence. Before she could react, she was kicked open by Kadar's powerful kick. The door frame hit her, and she fell to the ground in pain.

Kadar took the opportunity to enter the door, and without saying a word, swung the crowbar in his hand and smashed it on the other party's head. The latter immediately bled all over her face and fainted.

Ismail ran in only then.

"This woman is old, so I didn't leave it for you. We'll talk later if there's a good one," Kadar still had the leisure to tease Ismail.

"I said I didn't want it," Ismail turned to close the door, then asked: "Are there cameras?"

"Didn't see. This person is not dead, you ask, and find out what people are there," Kadar was saying, and heard a scream from the front.

If it was a year ago, just this scream would have made the two teenagers panic.

As for now, Kadar just felt funny. He looked seriously at the girl standing in front of the kitchen, screaming intently, turned back and pulled out his gun, pointed at the other party, and said: "Little sister, do you know a gun?"

The screaming girl stopped panting, her body stiffly looking at the pitch-black muzzle in front of her, the shiny dagger, and her mother lying in a pool of blood.

Ismail strode forward, his long legs stepped to the girl in two steps, and pressed her against the wall. Because of too much force, the girl's back of the head hit a "bang."

He had killed two or three-year-old children, and killing a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl again, he had no psychological burden at all.

Kadar still had the leisure to laugh: "Don't break her head. She doesn't look small, and she looks okay. Do you want to rape her?"

"Don't rape. I'm pure love type," Ismail shook his head firmly.

The little girl, who was seeing stars because her head was hit, was shaking like a sieve.

Kadar observed the environment on the first floor with ease, carrying the crowbar in one hand, put the pistol back into his waist, came to the little girl, patted her face, and asked: "What's your name?"

The little girl was scared to death, her voice like a mosquito: "Lisa."

"How many people are left in the family?" Kadar asked.

"No one left," Lisa shook her head.

Slap!

Kadar slapped Lisa on the face: "How many people?"

"No one left!"

Slap!

Kadar slapped again: "How many people?"

"No one left!"

Slap!

Slap!

Kadar slapped several times in a row, beating Lisa so she couldn't even cry.

"Three people!" Lisa, who couldn't bear it, finally said it, and shouted: "Brother, run..."

Thump.

The sound of objects being overturned came from upstairs.

Kadar didn't rush to put the blade on the little girl's neck, and shouted: "Brother, you can't run away. The courtyard wall is so high, can you jump out? You can only run from the door. I count to three. If you don't come down, I'll kill your sister, and then go up to find you! Oh, and this woman, is she your mother? I'll chop her to death too."

While speaking, Kadar gave Ismail a look.

Ismail immediately walked toward the stairs.

"I count to three," Kadar didn't want to give the person upstairs too much time, so as not to let the other party make a police call.

As for whether the other party called the police just now, he didn't care. He wasn't a special forces soldier, and it was impossible to search three floors in an instant. But just like what he said before entering the door, if he really called, kill everyone, turn around and leave.

Just home invasion robbery and murder, it shouldn't be scarce here... right.

Thump!

There was another sound from above.

"I'm coming down, don't move my family," the brother's voice was a bit ugly, as if he was in the changing period.

Ismail "um" and said half-truthfully: "I don't want to kill either. We are hungry. You give us something to eat. I'll eat enough and take some money, then leave. If you don't come down, I can only kill!"

Hum hum hum hum.

The sound of helicopters came from afar, and then flew to the distance.

Police cars with sirens and police lights lined up in long lines, parked on the side of the road.

The police's massive movements attracted the attention of countless media, so that in addition to police helicopters in the air, news helicopters began to appear.

Nicha looked up at all this, his expression unclear, and said: "If we can't catch people this time, we're finished."

"Two double murders, one extermination case, and one driver was intercepted and killed. If we can't catch people, we were originally going to be finished," Zhong Renlong didn't directly comfort Nicha, just restated the situation.

Nicha smiled bitterly: "That's right. It's better to listen to this Xu Taining and die magnificently."

Zhong Renlong didn't speak.

Finished and finished are still different. Mobilizing all police helicopters in Dama, starting all police cars that can be opened, and mobilizing special police and special forces as reserves. Under such a scale, if the killer is not caught, the police high-level might develop a brand-new way of death for them.

"At least we have Jiang Yuan," Zhong Renlong said softly.

"Hope..." Nicha used Chinese, which he had just learned in the past two days.

Thump thump...

Liu Jinghui walked over with heavy steps, and asked as soon as he opened his mouth: "Any news from the card point?"

"No. Nothing was found everywhere, and I don't know where their car went," Zhong Renlong hurriedly replied.

"Nothing found, which means they are in our encirclement," Liu Jinghui's eyes were sharp, took out his phone, and said the same thing to Jiang Yuan.

Involving Jiang Yuan's work, Nicha hurriedly said: "They might also have escaped from some small road."

"Xu Taining arranged dark sentries? Did you arrange them?" Liu Jinghui asked back.

"Arranged, of course arranged," Zhong Renlong hurriedly replied.

"If arranged, they can't run away. At least the car can't run away. They robbed a sedan, can only walk on paved roads. Even if there are small roads to walk, they have to walk on the main road in the end. They have the ability to hide from bright sentries, but they can't hide from dark sentries. Xu Taining is very skilled at these," Liu Jinghui certainly believed in Xu Taining.

Nicha said uncertainly: "But... Xu sir hasn't been to Dama, just drawing on paper. What if something goes wrong?"

"Your map won't go wrong, Xu Taining won't go wrong," Liu Jinghui looked at Nicha, and comforted him: "When Xu Taining handles cases in our country, he often goes to strange places and handles cases based on paper maps. Experts at this level are all like this."

"If they hide the car and run out..."

"Then they can't run fast. By time, they are still in the encirclement," Liu Jinghui finished, and added: "Now is not the time to doubt the established strategy. Now we must firmly, unswervingly, and strictly execute the plan."

Liu Jinghui asked immediately: "Is the search team ready?"

"Ready. Shall we set off?"

"Set off."

Nicha nodded silently, took out the walkie-talkie and began to order: "Search team set off! Search along the way, visit along the way..."

The search mission was arranged long ago, and once the search team went out, all the cards in Nicha's hand were played.

Nicha looked up at the sky, only feeling the sky was dim, and his expression was even more heavy.

Liu Jinghui comforted at this time: "As long as one person and one piece of evidence prove the suspect's route, the search teams in other directions can be canceled and strengthened in this direction. Our people will roll more and more, and naturally they will check more and more carefully."

"I understand," Nicha's lips moved, and asked again: "What does God Jiang say?"

"He is watching surveillance, gas stations, convenience stores, repair shops, parking lots, public toilets, and surveillance on the road are all watching. Even if the criminal changes cars, he can find them," Liu Jinghui said.

"Change cars?" Nicha was surprised. He forgot there was this possibility.

"Changing cars doesn't matter. Changing cars is more time-consuming. They are still in our encirclement," Liu Jinghui first emphasized, and added: "Not afraid of them abandoning the car. However, even if they find a car again in places like gas stations, repair shops, or parking lots on the road, we can find them and won't fall too far behind."

Nicha originally wanted to ask how to change cars. After thinking about it, the two casually found a driver, killed the person and stuffed it into the trunk, or threw it on the side of the road, and they could change cars silently. Thinking of this, the anxiety pulled up again.

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