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He packed the trash into a woven bag, just like last time. Then he replaced the battery and took the waste tank from the bathroom in hand, preparing to head out and dispose of it once more.
Since the last time the villagers had banded together to attack the safe house, Lu Xiaoran had been cautious, frequently checking the surveillance footage. He had noticed that for several days now, there were people lurking at his door, watching him from morning till night. These individuals were armed with knives, leaning against the wall, seemingly ready to ambush him when he stepped outside.
Just before leaving, Lu Xiaoran checked the surveillance again and confirmed that two knife-wielding individuals were still waiting at the entrance. These guys were truly persistent. Shaking his head in resignation, Lu Xiaoran donned his protective gear, grabbed the trash, and opened the inner door of the safe house.
Having figured out their plan to ambush him, Lu Xiaoran had already devised a counter-strategy. Once inside the square space formed by the inner and outer doors, he secured the inner door and set the trash down on the floor. He then raised his hands and placed them over the gap of the outer door. Next, he pressed the button on the remote control to unlock it.
Outside, Lin Tao and Zhao Lizhu were crouched in wait. After several days of staking out in front of the safe house without any sign of activity, they had initially thought this would be just another routine watch before switching shifts. However, just as they settled in, they heard the sound of a lock turning from inside.
Lin Tao immediately became alert, raising his knife and whispering to Zhao Lizhu beside him, "Zhuzi, when he comes out, you stab him in the back of the knee while I take his neck. Don't give him a chance to escape."
Previously, Wang Fugui had advised them to target joints first. Those areas would likely be less protected by armor; striking there would significantly increase their chances of success. Lin Tao agreed with this approach; he believed that if they both attacked together, they could take down that armored person instantly.
Zhao Lizhu nodded at Lin Tao, gripping his sharp boning knife tightly as a chilling murderous intent surged in his eyes. They had already killed before; facing a second victim didn’t require any psychological preparation—they felt no panic whatsoever.
With knives in hand, they held their breath and focused intently on the gap of the safe house door, ready to launch their attack at any moment.
Just as the gap in the door opened wide enough for a coin to slip through, both individuals suddenly froze in shock.
From within that narrow opening, a surge of pale yellow smoke poured out. The smoke rushed forth like a flood breaking through a dam, and before they could even comprehend what was happening, they were engulfed by it.
This is bad... cough cough... it's poisonous gas! Lin Tao felt a burning pain all over his skin, and his eyes were stinging so much that he couldn't open them. He recognized this sensation; without a doubt, it was the same toxic gas from below the mountain.
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