In fact, dufo didn''t know that the intelligence of these two people was not discovered by the children. The children''s ability was not enough to find the infiltration of two professionally trained intelligence personnel. It was the owner of the folk house where they really exposed their whereabouts.


    In order to avoid alerting others to expose themselves, they made a deal with the owner of the house with the best view - a middle-aged widower with a red nose and a quick drop of blood. He looked a little sloppy, his home was very messy, and his life without women was not so happy. The two members of the safety committee gave the middle-aged man 20 yuan and told him that he would only occupy his house for three days. He could come back to live at night, but only on the first floor. At the same time, they also told the man not to reveal their information. They wanted to surprise their friends who were about to pass by the town.


    In fact, it''s not that they haven''t considered tying the middle-aged man up temporarily, but this is a small town. There are more than 20000 people in the town. It seems that there are a lot, but in fact there are only so many. It is divided into less than 5000 families, and almost everyone is very familiar with each other. Once this middle-aged man is missing for two or three days, there will definitely be local sheriff to see what happens here. People who like to meddle not only in developed areas, but also here.


    Instead, it''s better to pay him to shut up and continue to let him wander around the town as if nothing had happened.


    Their idea is very good. Middle-aged men are also willing to keep their mouth shut, but all three of them ignore one thing. What kind of activities do a middle-aged man who has lost his wife and no children usually have?


    If the middle-aged man has a good job and income and lives in a developed city, he may have some healthy social activities, such as helping girls who are facing difficulties, or letting skilled women study and practice hard and continue to study their technology. It''s really impossible to find some "doctors" who can treat their own inflation problems.


    But this is a small town, a remote town in the West. There are no skilled women here, no girls who urgently need money to save their lives, and no doctors who are good at making those inflated people not inflated. There are only wine and jokes here.


    The man who got $20 immediately did his favorite thing and drank. In the past, his income completely depended on casual workers to earn pocket money. He had his own farmland and could maintain his life. Now that he has money, he should have a good time, so he went to his favorite bar and asked for two bottles of high-end wine worth $1.5. The world revolved with his friends.


    Someone asked him curiously if he had dug up gold from the ground, or where he had done a shady vote, but he laughed and told his friends that two silly beeps from the city rented the second floor of his house for three days and twenty yuan.


    At ordinary times, this may be just an enviable good luck, but at Turin''s command, this is a particularly important information in the eyes of people with a heart. In order to avoid the attention of the "silly beep" in the mouth of the two drunk people opposite the hotel, they chose to let the children tell Turin and his friends about it.


    At this time, the boss sitting at the counter pointed to the small door behind him without looking back. His attention was completely attracted by the funny stories on TV. He laughed for a while from time to time, which made people feel numb.


    Dufo nodded, put one hand into his pocket and went out through the back door. Outside the back door was a simple alley. Wooden fences separated the building from the mud and garbage on the other side. He crossed four buildings before turning to the road, and then walked slowly to the folk house opposite the hotel.


    There was also a back door. Dufo looked left and right. His wrist shook slightly. A two inch long blade slipped out from the back of his wrist and was sandwiched between his fingers. He held the door handle in his hand and stuffed the blade into the crack of the door and gently stirred it. When he felt some resistance and slowly increased his strength, the feeling in his hand told him that the door was open. He gently opened the door, took off his shoes and turned into the house.


    The pistol in the holster was already in his hand. He opened the insurance and carefully examined the first floor of the room, but found nothing. Before going to the second floor, he picked up a dirty and furry toy on the ground, frowned slightly and put it back on the floor.


    There was a disgusting smell on the half man tall toy. There was no doubt that it was the smell that men could make. Combined with his guess, his face changed color.


    This damn homeowner is definitely a pervert!


    He turned his eyes to a shabby sofa. Fortunately, there was a pillow. He picked up the pillow and went up to the second floor with a gun. Just on the second floor, he heard a sound coming from the door of the second room.


    "Do you know where there is a telephone in town?"


    "When we came in, there was a grocery store at the gate of the town. There seemed to be a telephone."


    "Really? I''ll go and have a look. I have to report to them..."


    Then came the sound of the door lock being twisted. It was obvious that one of the two was going to leave here.


    If dufo is asked to think about some too complicated things, he may not be very good at it, but if he wants to choose the most appropriate scheme as quickly as possible in the battle, he must be very excellent. When the reed of the door lock was twisted to the end and made some astringent metal friction sound, dufo made a decision. For two people, one is enough.


    The guy who opened the door and came out still kept a smile on his face. His eyes were completely focused on the room and didn''t notice dufo standing on the edge of the corridor. Dufo didn''t give him any chance. He directly blocked the pillow in front of the muzzle and kept pulling the trigger. Four bullets instantly tore some wet pillows and brought out the yellow and lost fluffy down inside. The soldier standing in the corridor trembled a few times and fell to the ground with a plop.


    One of the four bullets hit him in the neck and the other three hit him in the chest. Such lethality was enough for him to wait for death without speaking. Many people say that when shooting, you should aim at the head. In fact, this is a wrong statement that can not be considered wrong. Compared with the head, people have a larger trunk area and are easier to be hit. There are no more than two purposes of shooting the human body, one is to restrict movement, the other is to kill each other, but these are not enough for people to aim at the target''s head.


    If you hit the heart or major organs or intestines, as long as you don''t get treatment in a short time, there is no need to rescue in about two to three minutes. As for restricting movement, legs are a very good goal.


    The sound of his falling and the sound of the gun startled another person in the room. The guy immediately pulled out the gun and squatted behind the bed and aimed at the door. His forehead began to sweat. He could no longer see or hear anything except a pair of legs twitching from time to time outside the door.


    The gunfire was weakened a lot after passing through the pillow. In addition, the doors and windows in the room were closed and did not reach outside the room. Pedestrians walking on the road didn''t even know that a murder had just happened at a place less than ten meters in diameter.


    The quiet space can make some people relax and nervous. After three minutes of confrontation with the air, the twitching legs no longer moved, the pressure in their hearts increased sharply and shouted out unbearably, "Who is it? We are agents of the Imperial Security Committee. We are on mission. Your behavior has seriously violated the imperial law..."


    At this time, he heard a crisp metal vibration outside the door. It was the sound of a well-known brand lighter when opening the cover. About five seconds later, a lit pillow was thrown in from the door.


    The position was very awkward. The pillow fell on the other side of the bed and soon ignited the quilt on the bed. The flames became bigger and bigger, but the people in the room didn''t dare to put out the flames. Because he knew that as long as he made any sound, a gun might appear outside the door.


    Bean sized beads of sweat hung down his temples. He wiped the sweat on his face, slowed down and got up slowly. Now there are two ways to go.


    Rush out and fight the gunman to the death, or break the window and jump out of the window.


    This is the second floor. It''s not high. If he jumps out, he won''t be fatally injured. As long as he jumps out, he will certainly disturb the local sheriff. Then he can get the help of the local people. The gunman can''t run away.


    However, he was not sure whether the guy would suddenly shoot at him when he broke the window. People''s fear of the unknown was much higher than that of the known. It was this uncertain factor that made it difficult for him to make a decision.


    At this time, he had moved to the window and the whole bed began to burn, but there was still no sound at the door. He knew he couldn''t wait any longer. He didn''t want to be burned alive, and he didn''t want to be shot as soon as he went out with his companions. He picked up the telescope on the table and smashed it at the window. The sound of broken glass was like the signal of the starting gun, and his legs farted Gu sat on the table and fell out of the window as soon as he turned over.


    When he breathed the fresh air, he thanked God and didn''t give him up.


    But waiting for him was a familiar face - dufo and a wooden stick.


    The time he fell from the second floor was not enough for him to adjust his body shape and aim at shooting. He watched a dark shadow cover his eyes. After his head hummed, he lost all the pictures in front of him.