Yue Feng sat down with peace of mind and continued to stare at the entrance and exit of the sewer.
Soon, the poison gas team rushed over, removed the iron cover, and poured poison gas into the sewer.
Yue Feng's eyes lit up and he immediately understood what to do.
After the gas team injected the poison gas, they returned to their residence, put gas masks and other clothing into the house, and then went to the dormitory to rest.
Yue Feng followed quietly, saw the opportunity, quickly opened the door lock with a paper clip, and stole a set of anti-gas clothes and masks, as well as a bag for the gas team, preparing to use it to store weapons.
Of course, the anti-gas clothes and masks were stolen from the spare cabinet to avoid being discovered.
Immediately, he hid in a hidden place and guarded outside the poison gas team.
Sure enough, dozens of minutes later, the gas team received an order to search for the body and set off again.
They put on gas masks and tools and set off.
Yue Feng joined halfway and quickly followed the team, walking forward with a "bow-footed" pace.
Wearing protective clothing and a mask, who would pay attention to him or recognize him?
Soon, everyone entered the sewer smoothly, and the team leader gave the order to search immediately.
After a while, not far away, the Japs found the body.
The people from the anti-virus team cheered and quickly came forward to take a look.
This poisonous gas is very overbearing.
Those who inhale it will be unable to breathe, and their faces will be very painful and itchy.
Before the wounded soldier died, his face was scratched and swollen with poisonous gas, making it harder to recognize him.
But there is one place that is immediately recognizable.
That's the crotch cloth and the marks on the buttocks.
The team leader quickly gave an order and said: "Quick, carry him up."
The team members were a little scared.
After all, the other party was the "Ghost King".
If he cursed and lowered his head before death, it would be worse than death, and it might also harm his family.
"Let me come.
I want to make meritorious service and make the first contribution."
Yue Feng shouted and was very active.
He was the first to step forward.
He quietly took out four grenades, pulled out the safety bolt, knocked them, and stuffed them behind the corpse's buttocks.
He pretended to discover something suddenly and shouted in horror: "Booby trap!"
He ran back as hard as he could, and three seconds later, he quickly fell to the ground.
As soon as the other team members heard about the "booby trap", they quickly fell to the ground.
There were eight people who reacted slowly.
They only heard two "boom" sounds and were injured or killed by the explosion.
However, only one died.
Because the four grenades first blew up the butt of the corpse, and there was not much shrapnel left.
Otherwise, everyone who remains standing will die.
However, these injured people would rather have been killed just now.
Because all the poisonous gas in the cave had not dissipated and the air contained huge poison, their gas masks were damaged and the poisonous gas was sucked in.
Suddenly, the tragedy unfolded.
The seven team members let out inhuman howls and waved their hands wildly.
Then they scratched their faces and screamed again in pain.
You can still live if you do evil by God, but you can't live if you do evil on your own.
They couldn't bear the pain, rolling on the ground and begging.
"Give me a shot, give me a shot" "Please, kill me quickly, kill me" "I really can't bear it, I can't bear it."
The team leader was fine.
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He roared angrily: "Baga, Baga, you damn guy, he even set up booby traps before he died.
He is indeed the head-shot ghost king."
Another team member asked: "Team leader, what should I do with my injured colleague?"
The team leader shouted: "There is no way to save them.
Kill them to avoid causing them pain."
The uninjured team members raised their guns and opened fire, killing seven colleagues who were mad with pain.
Although it is sad that the rabbit dies and the fox dies, there is nothing we can do about it.
They studied this poison gas and naturally knew how powerful it was.
Life is definitely worse than death.
Even after death, I still want to die.
After the shooting stopped, they looked at the "Headshot Ghost King" and saw that his lower body was in pieces, especially his butt, which was gone.
Four grenades bombing together, what kind of ass can bear it?
The team leader said: "Hahaha, Ghost King, Ghost King, I never thought you would die in our hands, and die so tragically.
Someone, come and carry him up."
One team member said: "It's everywhere and there's no way to lift it."
The team leader said angrily: "Those useless things, do you still want the lower body?
You only need his upper body?"
The team members said in unison: "Yes."
The team leader said sadly: "Bring our colleagues here too.
Unexpectedly, we are just dealing with dead people, but we are discounting eight brothers.
How sad."
The "Ghost King" is the "Ghost King".
Before he dies, he will recruit a few people to serve as undercover soldiers.
No one noticed that the real "Ghost King" had left quietly long ago without making a sound.
Xing Jidao and the chief of staff had been guarding the exit for a long time.
When he saw the upper body of the "Headshot Ghost King", he didn't feel any discomfort at all.
He looked at it carefully and asked: "Chief of Staff, do you think it is him?"
The chief of staff shook his head: "I can't see any characteristics anymore, so I can't be sure."
Xingjidao smiled and said: "There is no doubt that judging from the freshness of the poisoned wounds, he entered the sewer an hour ago.
If he was not the Headshot Ghost King, it would be impossible for him to lay booby traps before he died.
Who, Who else has this kind of willpower?"
The chief of staff nodded: "That's true.
He is too scary.
It's incredible that there are people in this world who have the will to resist poisonous gas."
Xingjidao thought for a moment and said, "The Headshot Ghost King is dead.
The people guarding the entrances and exits of the sewers and the people who set up other traps should withdraw."
The chief of staff suggested: "Report to the emperor first, make him happy, and then make a decision."
Xingjidao smiled and said: "It should be so.
After all, this battle was commanded by the Emperor, and the honor belongs to the Emperor."
The soldiers around cheered: "Honour to the Emperor, on board, on board" Soon, the telegram traveled across the ocean and arrived at the Japanese Imperial Palace.
Hirohito and Jiangnan Wubei were not sleeping at all, and were discussing Taoism over tea.
After receiving the telegram, the two people had different expressions.
Hirohito was overjoyed and laughed.
Jiangnan Wubei remained calm, but the hand holding the telegram convulsed several times like an electric shock, and then calmed down.
Hirohito's sparse Danrenhu was trembling, and he was ecstatic, saying: "Death, are you finally willing to die?
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Tie Tianzhu, don't you like headshots?
Hahaha, how about the punishment of being cut in half, is it pleasant, is it pleasant?"
After a moment of revelry, he finally calmed down and saw Jiangnan Wubei calmly drinking tea.
He regained his mood and asked, "Wu Bei, your strategy really worked wonders."
Jiangnan Wubei said calmly: "No, this is His Majesty's plan."
The surprise came so suddenly, Hirohito suddenly became worried: "You said, he is really dead."
Jiangnan Wubei said: "No one knows what the real Headshot Ghost King looks like.
However, since this person got into the sewer, there is a 50% chance that it is him.
In addition, before he died, he endured astonishing pain , setting up booby traps is absolutely impossible for ordinary people.
Based on the above two points, 90% of them are him.”
Hirohito asked: "There are still ten percent left."
Jiangnan Wubei said: "War is never 100% sure, even gods can't do it."
Hirohito pondered: "So, can the news of annihilating the Headshot Ghost King become the headline of the evening newspaper?"
Jiangnan Wubei said: "In my personal opinion, in order to be 100% sure, it is best to give it another three days.
After three days, if there is no news about the guy, you can be sure that he is dead."
Hirohito nodded: "Although I can't wait even a minute, your approach is undoubtedly prudent.
In this way, you can't wait for three days, but only two days."
As he spoke, he couldn't help laughing again: "He is dead, he is dead, dawn, dawn, hurry up, declare my will, pay homage to the late emperor, pay homage to the late emperor":