genius psychologist

Chapter 173 [Rainstorm Night]

That night, Con Son Island.

With a bang, suddenly the torrential rain poured down.

Thunder and lightning.

It was raining in a small thatched hut, and Sun Yuan closed his eyes calmly, all his perceptions were tied behind his hands.

In the past few days, I was often dragged out and tied to a wooden stake as a human sandbag.

Over time, the ropes in his hands have loosened.

Coupled with the torrential rain and thunder tonight, it will be the best cover-up sound, and he doesn't want to miss this opportunity to escape.

Sun Yuan moved the rope in his hands very calmly, and slowly used his dark force to break free centimeter by centimeter. After a few minutes like this, his hands were already on the verge of being free.

Sun Yuan still closed his eyes tightly, pretending to close his eyes and rest his mind, he was waiting for an excellent opportunity.

Unless the person guarding the thatched hut went out, there was no way to untie the rope on his feet.

Time passed minute by minute.

Waiting for this moment is an invisible torment for him.

There is only one chance, and he repeatedly told himself that he must endure, endure, once he makes a move, he can only succeed.

The heavy rain is still falling.

It lasted for nearly four to ten minutes before the rain showed signs of decreasing slightly.

At this time, the terrorist who was guarding also started to yawn, but because he was on a late-night shift, the other party had to persist until three o'clock in the morning.

Sun Yuan was extremely anxious. If he had waited until after the handover, the replacement would have already had enough rest, and the chances of doing things by himself would be greatly reduced.

Besides, this heavy rain doesn't know how long it will last.

If you can't hold on to the second half of the night, I'm afraid you can only miss the opportunity.

He deliberately shouted in a weak and hoarse voice: "Water...water..."

Hearing a slight movement, the only terrorist in the room with an assault rifle on duty took a quick look, then turned his head to the other side, pretending he didn't see or hear.

"Water, give me water!" Sun Yuan muttered very tiredly, with dry lips.

Zhong Xujie next to him also swallowed a mouthful of water, and then shouted at the guard: "Hey, water!"

He was afraid that the other party would not understand, so he deliberately raised his head and licked his lips to give them something to drink.

Finally, the terrorist on duty got impatient, put the rifle in his hand at the door, then directly picked up his own water bottle and unscrewed it, walked towards Zhong Xujie, and asked him to take a few sips.

Zhong Xujie gulped down the water, and immediately grinned, expressing his satisfaction.

Immediately.

The guard walked up to Sun Yuan, and signaled for this noisy guy to drink quickly, and shut up after drinking!
Sun Yuan showed a grateful expression, and drank water eagerly.

However, at that moment, he suddenly retracted his legs, and then suddenly slammed into the opponent in a squatting position, and at the same time, the rope in his hand was instantly untied.

The guarding terrorist was shocked and staggered back two steps.

Immediately he was anxious to go back and get his gun.

It was too late to say it, but in the next second, a thick rope was wrapped around his neck.

Sun Yuan glared angrily. The moment he untied the rope, he pulled the rope away, and then strangled this guy's throat forcefully!

One second!
Two seconds!

Five seconds later, it was obvious that the opponent had lost the strength to struggle, and his whole body softened.

Sun Yuan still didn't relax, he persisted very cautiously, until he was out of breath, and then he suddenly collapsed from exhaustion.

Wandering between life and death, he has become accustomed to various insidious tricks.

Including that the other party might fake death to trick him into letting go, so he had to tighten his grip for a few more seconds.

Seeing this scene, Qi Xiaogou and Zhong Xujie also became excited, knowing that the opportunity to escape had finally come.

Sun Yuan quickly untied the ropes of his legs, then picked up the rifle at the door, and then ran over to untie the ropes for the two of them.

They all stood up now, moving their bones.

Qi Xiaogou said in a low voice with embarrassment: "There is only one gun, so I am afraid it will be difficult to kill him."

Sun Yuan said hoarsely: "Try not to alarm anyone, don't shoot!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and touched the terrorist who fell on the ground, found a dagger as expected, and handed it to Qi Xiaogou.

He picked up the rope on the ground. Although he carried the gun on his body, once the first shot was fired.

I'm afraid it will alarm other people in the village. At that time, the enemy will be outnumbered, and they will either sacrifice their lives for their lives, or kneel down and beg for mercy.

They have different expressions and serious expressions, they are vigilant about the movement outside, and observe carefully at the door.

Now I am afraid that I will be found out as soon as I go out.

Of course, in the dead of night, it is impossible for people to walk around everywhere.

At most, it's just a night patrol squad.

The heavy rain was majestic, everyone looked at each other, and they were all ready to rush out.

However, less than half a second after they stepped out of the hut, they were completely dumbfounded, and a dozen guns were pointed at their heads.

The corner of Sun Yuan's mouth twitched slightly, and he really had the urge to yell at the sky.

Qi Xiaogou also collapsed like a punctured balloon. He put the knife on the ground in embarrassment, and then squatted on the ground with his hands up to signal his surrender.

The rain washed over the terrorists outside, and their clothes were completely wet.

The big black man stepped forward and kicked the gun in Sun Yuan's hand, then directly pulled him up, mockingly laughed in very substandard Chinese: "Spicy chicken!"

"Tied up! (Tie up!)"

The three of them were thrown back into the hut again in a dazed and unacceptable manner.

At this time, they finally understood that their actions just now would be discovered.

It turned out that a very inconspicuous camera was installed in the back corner of the thatched cottage, and it was blocked by straw.

The big black man squatted down, checked the camera deliberately, then blocked the camera with straw in front of them, and then looked back at them with a mocking smile.

Such blatant provocation and insult.

Sun Yuan finally couldn't help it, and wanted to rush over like a mad dog, but he was kicked directly and fell to the ground.

The fall caused a tingling pain in the scalp, and even Qi Xiaogou couldn't help shrinking back.

Just now.

Suddenly, a figure holding an umbrella came outside the small thatched hut.

That figure was obviously an old man, who stopped at the door of the small thatched hut, and walked in after a moment of delay.

The terrorists in the room nodded respectfully towards the old man, then slowly retreated to the edge of the room, giving up their position.

Sun Yuan and the other three looked at the old man solemnly, with vigilance and indifference in their eyes.

Looking at their distressed figures, the old man sighed heavily, and murmured complicatedly: "It's from the same root, so why rush each other!"

(End of this chapter)