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Upon hearing Yang Bing's command, Zhao Jun and the others instantly tensed up.
However, this was not the time for hesitation. Following the previously arranged order, Zhao Jun squeezed through the door crack, clutching a blanket, and quickly crouched along the wall towards the corner of Room One. Once he turned that corner, it would only take another three or four meters to reach the back of the row of houses, allowing them to temporarily evade the surveillance of the two searchlights in front.
Tang Hao'er tightly gripped Zhao Jun's shirt and followed closely behind him, her palms slick with sweat from anxiety.
Inside the room, Yang Bing pushed Li Wei, who was a bit slow to react, and followed closely behind him as they slipped out of the house, gently closing the door behind them.
Zhao Jun, leading the way, kept his eyes on the armed thugs in the distance, his heart racing almost to the point of bursting.
Having watched countless police and gangster films, Zhao Jun had never imagined he would one day find himself as a character in such a story.
Fortunately, Shen Kun and his gang were relatively lax in their vigilance and did not notice Zhao Jun and his companions sneaking out of the room.
Just as they were about to reach the corner of Room One, Zhao Jun suddenly heard laughter coming from around the corner. His expression changed as he quickly raised his hand to signal behind him.
Seeing that something was amiss, Yang Bing hurriedly pulled Li Wei back into the room and gestured for Zhao Jun to retreat quickly.
The searchlight swept around for only seven or eight seconds; even a slight delay could reveal their whereabouts.
Zhao Jun turned and grasped Tang Hao'er's shoulder, whispering urgently, "Quickly get back inside."
Tang Hao'er paused for a moment before realizing what was happening. At that moment, the beam of the searchlight had already swung back towards their row of houses.
Cold sweat broke out on Zhao Jun's forehead as he realized that according to the speed of the searchlight's rotation, their brief delay had made it impossible for them to return to safety in time.
Yang Bing anxiously peered out from the doorway, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.
What should he do?
If Shen Kun and his gang discovered their attempt to escape, the small advantage they had gained would vanish in an instant.
Moreover, given Yang Bing's current distance from Shen Kun and Charlie, he couldn't implement the worst-case scenario of capturing the leader first.
Just then, the door to Room One, where Zhao Jun and Tang Hao'er were, suddenly opened a crack. A hand reached out and grabbed Zhao Jun, while Cheng Zhengxiong's low voice came from inside: "Get in quickly."
In a moment of desperation, Zhao Jun hurriedly embraced the already panicked Tang Hao'er and pushed her into Room One.
At the entrance of Room Two, Yang Bing had just lifted his foot to step out and was preparing to turn around and pretend to knock when he saw Zhao Jun and Tang Hao'er slip into Room One. He froze for a moment before quickly retreating inside and shutting the door behind him.
As soon as Yang Bing closed the door, the beam of a searchlight swept past.
With the light flashing through the room, Li Wei, pale-faced, tightly grasped Yang Bing's arm and whispered, "Brother Yang, they..."
Yang Bing squeezed Li Wei's shoulder firmly and replied in a low voice, "Don't worry. They went into Room One; we haven't been exposed yet."
"Room One? Cheng Zhengxiong?" Li Wei stammered.
Yang Bing nodded thoughtfully, furrowing his brow as he pondered how Zhao Jun and Tang Hao'er had ended up in Room One.
At that moment, a soft knocking sound came from the wall adjacent to Room One.
Yang Bing gestured to Li Wei and quickly walked to the wall, pressing his ear against it.
It was indeed the Knocking Sound.
Yang Bing raised an eyebrow and lightly tapped his fist against the wall in response.
On the other side of the wall, Zhao Jun let out a sigh of relief and turned to Cheng Zhengxiong and Su Mei, who were standing behind him. He whispered, "Thank you, Mr. Cheng. We didn't expect you to notice something was off as well."
Cheng Zhengxiong nodded at Zhao Jun and quietly asked, "What do you plan to do?"
Zhao Jun replied, "Brother Yang has already discussed this with us. We plan to escape from here first and then make our plans."
Cheng Zhengxiong nodded and said, "Su Mei and I will go with you. I have a gun here; it might come in handy."
"You have a gun?" Zhao Jun's eyes instantly lit up.
Having a gun at this moment was incredibly advantageous; with a gun, there was a chance to fight back.
Tang Hao'er, who was nervously holding hands with Su Mei in the darkness, brightened her eyes and asked Cheng Zhengxiong, "How did you bring a gun onto a commercial flight?"
Cheng Zhengxiong grinned and opened his palm towards them. In the faint light coming from outside, Zhao Jun and Tang Hao'er could see the tiny revolver in his hand, smaller than a keychain. Tang Hao'er couldn't help but gasp, "Is this a real gun?"
Zhao Jun nodded at Tang Hao'er and said, "This is the SissiniGun 1S produced by Swiss Mini Gun Company. Its range can reach over a hundred meters. I need to tell Brother Yang about this; I wonder if he understands Morse Code."
With that, Zhao Jun turned around and began to tap rhythmically on the wall again, encoding a message in binary Morse code.
Although Tang Hao'er was surprised that Zhao Jun could use Morse Code, the mini pistol in Cheng Zhengxiong's hand attracted her even more, temporarily making her forget the danger she was in.
Tang Hao'er turned to Cheng Zhengxiong and asked, "Brother Cheng, can I take a look at your gun?"
Cheng Zhengxiong hesitated for a moment before placing the mini pistol into Tang Hao'er's palm, whispering, "Sister Tang, be careful. Don't accidentally fire it."
Tang Hao'er responded with a soft "mm" as she raised the mini pistol to her eyes, marveling, "It's so exquisite! I thought it was a keychain at first. Where did you buy this gun? I want to get one too..."
Meanwhile, Yang Bing had returned to the door, preparing to find another opportunity to enter Room One and join Zhao Jun and the others. At that moment, he heard intermittent knocking sounds coming from the wall. He paused for a moment, his eyes lighting up as he quickly walked back to the wall.
He hadn't expected that someone in the adjacent Room One would actually use Morse Code; it was quite a pleasant surprise.
Yang Bing listened intently for a while before his eyes brightened. He turned to the nervous Li Wei beside him and said, "Cheng Zhengxiong has a gun! This is fantastic."
Li Wei stared blankly at Yang Bing and asked, "Brother Yang, how do you know that?"
In this situation, Yang Bing surprisingly smiled and replied, "Your good buddy Zhao Jun told me. Just wait; I’ll ask him what happened earlier."
As he spoke, Yang Bing pressed his ear against the wall and gently knocked on it with his fist.
Watching Yang Bing focus intently on knocking on the wall, Li Wei couldn't help but grin. He suddenly realized that at twenty-four years old, aside from eating, drinking, and having fun, he didn't know anything else. He had come to this event simply because he had money to burn and was looking for excitement. However, this time it seemed like things had gotten a bit too intense.
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