bookbashuk Chapter 634 Vermouth, That's My Informant
Chapter 634 Vermouth, That's My Informant
Chapter 634 Vermouth, That's My Informant
Baijiu was getting a little impatient, he clenched his fists and threatened McAllen through the surveillance camera.
It seems to be saying: Do you see this sandbag-sized stone of mine?
"Okay, okay! All right, all right!" McCarron finally gave in: "Give me some time, and I'll open it for you!"
"Squeak!" The door in front of Baijiu slowly opened.
He smiled a satisfied smile and blew a kiss to McAllen.
McCarron covered his forehead and said in annoyance: "We deliberately disrupted all the plans."
In this way, the liquor passed through the monitoring room openly.
The prison guard was still at a loss inside, and asked by phone: "Is there anything else that can be controlled!?"
"Uh..." McAllen adjusted his mood: "That..."
"Vermouth?" He said tentatively, "It may be a little later here."
Baijiu gestured to the surveillance camera to open the door, drove towards the rioting corridor in front, and stepped into the corridor.
He instantly raised his arm high and hit the bald man in front of him violently with his elbow. The bald man's eyes flickered and became blurred.
Baijiu didn't give him time to catch his breath. After closing the door, he leaned back with all his strength and suddenly hit him in the face.
He stepped over the bald man's body and ran wildly in the chaotic corridor, dodging various deadly attacks along the way.
He stopped at the leftmost cell door, raised his eyes and gestured with his hand.
"Oh my god, why did you go into that room?"
Just as Baijiu was about to rush in, a two-meter-tall strong man pushed him out of the door, and his shoulder suddenly hit the fence behind him.
It was a mobile double-door refrigerator. The man looked at the liquor with a firm and furious look.
Baijiu showed a submissive look, tilted his head, avoided his gaze, and pretended to be unable to win.
The man narrowed his eyes, looked at him for a moment, and chose not to continue to make things difficult for him. After all, the two of them had no grudges against each other.
After saying that, he turned around and joined the melee in the corridor.
Baijiu seized the opportunity and immediately rushed into the cell, calling out in a low voice: "Bodanjiu! Bodanjiu?!"
"Are you Sergei?" A long-haired man poked half of his head out from under the bed and said in a trembling voice.
"Come with me." Baijiu responded to him in stiff Russian.
"Are we leaving now..." Bourdain was convinced.
"Yes." Baijiu waved his hand and said, "Let's go now."
When Baijiu saw Bodin hiding under the bed again, he cursed silently, shook his neck, and quickened his pace forward.
Grabbing Bodin by the collar: "No time!!!"
McCarron explained to Vermouth: "I didn't know what he was going to do, and somehow, I was still helping him."
“It’s okay.” Vermouth said gently, “As long as he can be in place when the song ends.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she installed the bomb and stuck it to the top of the wall.
On the other side, just as Baijiu dragged Bodan out of the cell, a group of fully armed special police appeared in the corridor.
“Uh.” Macallan watched Baijiu pull Bourdain and immediately responded, “We’re going to add a new seat.”
Baijiu was held by two strong men, and because one hand was holding Bourdain, he could not fully stretch out.
Bodin looked terrified, his body trembling, and he slowly crawled from under their feet like a lost dog.
Baijiu broke free and immediately ran forward, picking up the Bourdin with one hand as if he were carrying a livestock.
As luck would have it, at this moment all the enemy's forces arrived.
Baijiu calmly thought of a countermeasure in his mind, facing the surveillance camera, and shouted loudly: "Open them all! Trust me!"
"Squeak!" At this time, all the doors in the prison were opened.
The army responsible for chasing the liquor in the monitoring room was instantly stopped by the prisoners walking out of the cell.
Baijiu pulled Bourdain and strode down the stairs.
"Follow me!" He repeatedly urged: "This way! This way!"
"Bang!" The two men hid in a closed room full of debris. Bodin looked at the closed walls.
His emotions began to collapse, tears welled up in his eyes, and he cried, "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!"
He slumped over, raised his hands to his chest, prayed to the liquor, and almost fell to his knees, begging: "Sergey!"
"Please! Please tell me there is another way out!"
"Is it okay? I don't want to die yet!"
"Shut up!" Baijiu scolded him impatiently.
Vermouth, who was located below, turned on the cylindrical instrument, which was the organization's black technology, a special micro-sonic building vibrator.
Ultrasound is used to destroy buildings.
"Buzz buzz buzz!" The room they were in began to shake slightly.
Soon, the ground under their feet collapsed naturally.
After a while, a big hole appeared.
Bodin leaned forward, opened his mouth wide, and exclaimed: "Is this resonance? It's so——"
"Back!" Baijiu pushed him backwards. In an instant, a thin black iron wire shot out from the bottom and the tripod clamped the wall above.
If it was a second later, Bodan's head would have been pierced.
Baijiu placed the circular ring disk on the rope, held the handle tightly with both hands, bent one leg and placed it on top, looking at Bourdain.
"Ah!" Bodin screamed and slid down the rope. Baijiu followed closely behind and met Vermouth.
"Let's go." Baijiu pulled up the fallen Bodanjiu: "You're not hurt at all, how high is this!"
"Are you okay?" Vermouth asked with concern.
"It's okay." Baijiu patted her shoulder: "Light the fuse."
"Got it." Vermouth took out a matchbox and lit a match with a "clatter". A faint flame flickered in the passage.
She bent down and lit the fuse that had been installed on the wall.
The fuse finally stopped where she placed the bomb, and with a loud "bang!", the explosives were instantly ignited.
McCarran was driving the RV on the road. On the opposite side of the road, a large number of fire trucks and ambulances were speeding.
He looked around and swallowed to relieve his tension.
"Sergei, what's going on now?" Bodanjiu was puzzled.
"What is this saying?" McAllen scratched his head. "This Russian sounds like a bird's language, it's all chattering."
"Shut up first!" Baijiu glared at Macallan.
"It's okay." Baijiu said with a smile: "Bourdain wine."
"Although I don't want to meddle in other people's business, I still want to ask, what is this homeless Russian guy doing here?"
"Are you talking about Bodin? He is..." Baijiu pondered for a moment, as if hiding something: "He is my informant."
"If he stays there, he will definitely die."