MTL - House Dad’s Literary Life-Chapter 1280 The memory of the little girl is still better than my mother (3/3)

At the moment, in the air duct of the women's toilet, Murphy was carefully looking out the nod, looking through the fence, looking hard to the outside, but the empty, no movement. This makes Murphy more anxious...

However, compared with Murphy, who is silent, Otaru is unaware of what is happening outside, and the little guy thinks he is participating in a very interesting game!

Xiao Yan has been arching his small buttocks, squatting between his mother and his sister, and then his big round eyes are moving agly, watching his sister secretly laugh.

"I can't laugh." I felt the tension in the atmosphere, but she didn't know what happened. It was just faint. The little girl's heart was filled with ambiguity. Now Xiaoxiao laughed and kept in mind. Dad’s embarrassment, whispered to Xiao Yan.

In front, Murphy couldn't help it anymore. She pressed the Buddha statue hanging around her neck. The head of the Buddha image got into the big belly, but then I could talk. Murphy whispered aloud: "Hey, you. How is that over there?"

She spoke very quietly, for fear that her voice would spread.

But there was no sound in the headphones, and Murphy was a little panicked.

"No, it must not be something. It may be that the headphones are broken. Yes, it must be too cold in Sweden." Murphy secretly groaned and tried to find reasons.

But... Murphy’s eyes couldn’t help but red, tears were rolling, but she was biting her lower lip.

However, at this time, there was movement in the headphones.

It is not the voice of Yang Lan’s speech, but the slow and slight tapping of “砰砰砰”.

what is this? Murphy looked awkward.

In fact, she heard Yang Lan telling it, but it was too urgent at the time. Yang Lan just talked to him and forgot the secret code of Murphy. In this way, Murphy now has a blank head, and she can’t think of it. She just heard a conversation between Yang Lan and Yu on the pipeline.

Fortunately, now Yang Lan’s response is sent out at the same time, and he can hear it.

After the girl snorted, she whispered: "Hey, hey, you have to be late to talk!"

"Is it?" For a while, Murphy turned hard and looked at her daughter, looking at her with squinting eyes, whispered, "Really?"

"Hey, three times, then he will talk to us when he waits." He erected three slender, white fingers and said to his mother.

Murphy was relieved, but soon she felt that Yang Lan should have encountered difficulties and did not respond in time. Therefore, Murphy’s heart was raised again, and he quickly snorted and screamed, not to indicate Speak.

Xiao Yan was caught in the middle, look left, look right, and look blank.

......

Yes, Yang Lan is preparing to start with the two gray men who are coming. He has pulled out his "junior" high heels from his waist, but when his body has just discovered the potted plants. Suddenly, the headset sent Murphy’s voice.

Worried that Murphy couldn't get his own response, and he was overly worried. He had to go back and take out the phone and make a simple response. Then he plugged the phone, the sound of the headphones turned off, and the eyes became again. Sharp up.

But before starting again, Yang Lan felt a move and looked at the surveillance camera that the two gray-haired people passed. His head turned quickly. Finally, he chose to insert the high heels back into the waist.

I saw that Yang Lan’s figure appeared silently from behind the potted plant, and it was quietly approached along the edge that could not be photographed.

As if returning to the world of hurricane and blood, the survival skills of Yang Yuyin in the soul once again shine. Moreover, although comfortably used, there has been no self-cultivation of relaxation, and this perfect physical quality, let Yang Lan feel that he is sneaking, more handy than the previous life!

He is like a ghost, hidden in the air, even if he has already walked behind the two people, they still feel unconscious, still talking.

In the conversation of the Semitic language, Yang Lan can understand. From their conversation, Yang Lan knows that although these people are already dead, they have not completely become the killing machine controlled by others. They also have their own emotions. I was emotionally angrily telling my loved ones who died in the war. They compared the number of white people who had just shot and killed them, and vented their inner hatred with impunity.

Yang Lan has already touched them behind him, and even he can avoid the light that may leak his way because of the shadow.

"Maybe you have hatred in your heart, but I am sorry, I do not allow you to vent their anger here." Yang Lan listened to their words, the heart secretly.

Yang Hao's two open hands, at the same time, like a fox shadow, the air ripples, so that the two gray people feel, but they just lifted the eyelids, suddenly suddenly head suddenly A twist, the snoring snoring sounded at the same time, representing the fascination of the vitality gradually faded from the eyes they picked up, and the darkness of death was quietly covered!

Yang Lan’s palms were still on their mouths, and the powerful arms supported the two heavy bodies that were slipping.

Although killing two lives, Yang Hao’s expression is very calm, not happy or sad, not to mention excitement.

These people, in addition to using guns to start against civilians, are actually ordinary people, bare-handed and single-handed, Yang Lan can single out all of them! Isn't it just killing two small cockroaches? What is exciting?

When the temporary crisis was lifted, Yang Lan first moved the two guys into the men's toilet and carefully lowered them.

Because it is a direct violent rotation, twisting the cervical spine and causing the medullary spine and spinal cord damage to die directly, so Yang Lan has not left any traces. Now when he deals with these two bodies, he must be careful not to leave his own traces. Wipe off the fingerprints that he might leave.

His head like a computer started to start again.

"Now, it is more likely that Murphy and the children will successfully avoid the danger. Then, you can consider the next question!" Yang Lan groped on the two dead people while pondering, "How? Can you clear my relationship with Murphy and the children!"

Yang Lan really doesn't want to be a hero, even if he only lets the police know that he just kills two kbfz, the media will be promoted, and he will become the eye of these madmen!

Yang Lan does not want to be remembered by these people or his family!

When he was still thinking about it, "the bag" had an unexpected harvest!

In addition to getting two rifles and some magazines, Yang Lan was still on one of his waists and found a Gurkha machete with a leather case!

"Is there such a good thing?" Yang Hao was happy in his heart.

In fact, he does not like to use this kind of machete, which is very mechanical but has a large curvature. He prefers the straight and sharp tool of Tang knife. Of course, Tang knife is a bit long, and the knife of the joint tool is assassinated. It will be more convenient.

But... At this time, it’s good to have a knife for him. Where else does he get his care?

Yang Hao first pulled out and looked at the blade. After confirming it was correct, he took it back into the knife pocket and inserted it on his waist. Then he also solved the headset used by one of them for communication and put it on himself.

There are also gloves, Yang Lan to make sure that they have no traces exposed to others!

Of course, two automatic rifles, Yang Hao took a hand, and then stuffed two magazines in the trouser pocket.

After walking out of the men's toilet, Yang Lan did not rush to do anything else. He returned to the women's toilet. On the one hand, he had to put the heel of the broken crystal high heels back (I knew that I wouldn't break it if I didn't use it). On the other hand, he also wants to give Murphy and the children a peace of mind.

......

When the door of the women's toilet was opened, Murphy heard the movement. She suddenly got nervous and her face turned white and she was at a loss.

But fortunately, Yang Lan’s mild voice made her feel safe. “I am...”

Murphy's tight mood finally relaxed, her body softly slammed down, tears burst out silently.