I Really Didn't Want To Make A Lot Of Money

Chapter 32

Chen Ling lay down on the ground and shouted to François: “François, cover!” François also lay down on the ground, crawling behind an iron barrel, and shot.

Aiming at the militant standing in the light by the door from the darkness, Francois fired two shots, hitting one person each.

The militants at the door collapsed and fought back at François, and bullets flew around for a while. Francois shrank behind the iron barrel, unable to move.

Taking advantage of the firepower of the militants being attracted, Chen Ling commanded Dehuche and the others to sneak through the doorway and enter the arms warehouse.

In order to keep it secret, the warehouse was tightly sealed, and it was completely dark inside.

Chen Ling was not affected by the darkness, took the doctors and Dehuche to a spacious place, and said, “You are waiting here, don’t turn on the lights. Dehuche, you find a way to open the warehouse door, I will go back Help Francois.”

Dehuche pressed his throat and said, “This warehouse is locked from the outside, and you can’t get out from the inside.”

Chen Ling glanced at Dehuche, this guy was terrified and couldn’t turn his mind.

“Call and ask someone to open the door from outside.”

Dehuche was stunned and asked, “Didn’t you say you can’t turn on the lights? The phone screen will glow.”

Chen Ling became impatient and urged: “Hide and call, I’ll go help François.”

Guns are stored in the munitions warehouse, but the ammunition does not know where it is stored, so it cannot be used. In addition, there are a lot of materials and equipment in barrels and boxes, which Chen Ling does not know and cannot use.

Chen Ling returned to the drug warehouse from the doorway with his bare hands.

Seven or eight militants have already come in, suppressing François to death, and a few are sneaking in. But they didn’t dare to turn on the torch, because anyone who hits the torch will be shot.

Chen Ling grabbed the angle steel, spotted the location of the militants who fumbled in, bypassed them, and went to the back of a row of shelves.

This row of shelves is full of cardboard boxes with all kinds of medicines, and it is only seven or eight meters away from the militants lying on the ground.

Chen Ling planned to use an angle steel as a crowbar to pry the shelf to hinder the militants at the door from advancing, so that the militants could not respond back and forth, creating chaos, and then taking François to retreat.

However, Chen Ling overlooked one thing: Wei Dongpo was waiting for news of Cement.

When Chen Ling was racing against time in the dark of the warehouse, Wei Dongpo sat in the office, drinking Huangshan Maofeng, with Erlang’s legs tilted, and the warehouse clerk checking the ledger, patiently waiting for Chen Ling’s news.

He was counting time.

Chen Ling goes out at 8:30 in the morning and can arrive at the owner’s office at Nabil at 9 o’clock. Then we can finish the discussion at 9:30. If we can get the cement, we will have the exact news. Chen Ling will call Wei Dongpo.

However, the sky is not as good as the people. Chen Ling was released by Nabil, and spent more than half an hour in the office of Kerim, and wasted time at the entrance of the port. When he entered the warehouse with Dehuche and others, it was already half past ten.

While Chen Ling was surviving in the rain of bullets, Wei Dongpo was tormented by the matter of cement.

Looking at his watch again, Wei Dongpo drank the tea in the cup and thought he couldn’t wait any longer. He picked up the phone and dialed Chen Ling’s number.

Chen Linggang put the angle steel in place and was about to use his force to pry the shelf. The phone in his trouser pocket rang and the screen lit up.

The militants were taken aback, but they did not expect that they were still ambushing the enemy. They immediately turned their guns and shot at Chen Ling’s side.

Chen Ling was also taken aback. He made a decisive decision, took out his mobile phone and smashed it at the enemy who was shooting, then fell to the ground and crawled away like a lizard in the dark.

The phone was smashed, and Wei Dongpo thought it was Chen Ling who refused to answer his call, and his mood suddenly fell to the bottom. Chen Ling must have not settled the cement thing!

He stood up, slammed the ledger in his hand, and cursed: “Dogday, everyone looks like a dog, when did he do a real thing!”

The librarian was shocked, thinking he was talking about himself, and cautiously said: “Manager Wei, what did I do wrong…”

“It’s none of your business, you can go first. The account is not reconciled today.” After Wei Dongpo finished speaking, he rushed out of the office angrily and went to find Lao Liang.

Some people ask for help, if others do not help, he will turn his face.

Wei Dongpo is such a person. He is going to find Lao Liang to file a complaint.

Last night, when he came out of Chen Ling’s room, he went into Lao Liang’s room and said to Lao Liang, “Mr. Liang, Mr. Chen agreed in one fell swoop. The cement matter is all for him. He has already called the owner. Tomorrow Just solve it.”

He is vaccinated. Chen Lingneng got the best cement, but he couldn’t get cement, so Wei Dongpo was dragged into the water, and together he couldn’t get the cement.

Chen Ling didn’t know that Wei Dongpo was putting eye drops on himself behind his back, and even if he knew it, he didn’t have time to worry about it.

He crawled behind a pile of wooden boxes in embarrassment, got rid of the firepower of the militants, stood up and watched with his waist down.

It’s not that Chen Ling didn’t expect to attack the creeping militants in the dark, but that he didn’t dare. He has only fought a few times since he was a child, and there is no blood.

As long as the angle steel is in hand, Chen Ling’s lethality is still great, and the sandwich panel can be pierced like embroidery, and it is estimated that he will also poke a hole in his body.

However, for a life, even if it is an militant, it is also a life, and Chen Ling’s angle cannot be pierced out.

For an ordinary person who grew up in a normal environment, he has a very high psychological threshold.

After training for many years and shooting a life for the first time, some soldiers will have a great psychological shadow, and they need special psychological treatment to get out of it, and gradually adapt to their duties as soldiers.

Chen Ling’s angle steel was thrown aside, and he was bare-handed again. He held the wooden box and shook it lightly, and heard the sound of glass bottles colliding. A closer look reveals dozens of boxes of medical saline.

This can be used as an attack weapon. Chen Ling grabbed a glass bottle, aimed at the head of the nearest militant, and threw it out like a grenade.

There were still gunshots in the warehouse, and the glass bottles were silent, and the militants were unaware of it.

The glass bottle was about to hit the back of the head and exploded. The militants screamed, covering the wound and stepping back.

With one hit, Chen Ling began to make a series of shots, repelling all the militants who had crawled in. Then he shot one by one towards the door of the warehouse, like a football lob, the glass bottle fell from a height and exploded in the crowd.

The sound of the glass bottle exploding and the cold salt water splashing on the face and arms. Although it did not hit the vitals, the bad light caused panic to the militants. I didn’t know what it was, so I stopped shooting. Grabbing the skirt and rubbing it on his face.

Chen Ling took the opportunity to bypass the wooden box and ran towards François.

François could not see people clearly in the dark. Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, he immediately took aim at the gun. Chen Ling hurriedly threw himself to the ground, pressing his throat and said: “François, it’s me. Come here. ,let’s go!”

François did not stand up, groaned, and said, “Chen, I was shot in the left leg.”

Chen Ling approached François and said, “Don’t worry, we have many doctors.”

With that, he helped François walk to the doorway. François is too tall, he must bend over to pass. Coupled with a shot in his left leg, Chen Ling had to let him crawl through the doorway and broke himself.

After François passed by, Chen Ling picked up the angle steel on the ground, pierced the sandwich panel on the ground, backed through the door hole, and then blocked Dong with the sandwich panel.

At the end of the arms warehouse, Chen Ling put the second sandwich panel back in place, blocking the doorway.

At this time, the militants in the drug warehouse had recovered from the panic. A leader came in, stopped shooting, and ordered everyone to strike forward immediately. There were more and more military police behind, and they could no longer hold them. They had to occupy a warehouse to defend, and then evacuated from the sewer.

On this side, Chen Ling was worried that the two sandwich panels would fall down, exposing the doorway, and together with a few undamaged doctors, pushed a few heavy wooden boxes together and blocked the doorway.

Dehuche used his mobile phone to illuminate, and a doctor bandaged François.

Dehuche said, “Hold on for a while, and I will tell others to come over and open the door, and we will be able to go out soon.”

François endured the pain and looked at Dehuche: “You said, who will open the door at this time? The outside is full of guns.” He said, pointing at Chen Ling: “Unless Mr. Chen calls The gendarmerie outside told them to open the door, but he lost his mobile phone. Mr. Chen, do you remember the phone number…no, it’s all explosives!”

François used Dehuche’s cell phone to shine and found himself sitting on a pile of explosives.

He snatched Dehuche’s phone and limped to look around.

In this warehouse, boxes by boxes are explosives, and barrels by barrels are highly toxic potassium cyanide! The boxes that Chen Ling and the doctors pushed past the doorway were full of explosives.

If the militants next door find the traces of the door hole in the wall and concentrate their firepower to shoot here, everyone will be killed or poisoned by potassium cyanide!