C1266 In the Old Machine Shaft Room!
C1266 In the Old Machine Shaft Room!
The train did not stop at the station. Just like Kawasima Yosiko did not want to stop there, it continued to run forward.
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The sun set and when the stars filled the sky, the train finally stopped at a small town.
However, Kawasima Yosiko did not get off the train. She was still hiding in the oil tank, waiting for the dead of night.
Although the north-western border of China could not be described as sparse of people, it was not on the same level as the prosperity of the mainland.
If any city in China had such a bright night sky, those couples would... They would have danced happily long ago to create a romantic love story. It was impossible for them to be like Kawasima Yosiko, who got off the car in this small town. It was not even ten o'clock at night. Other than two or three dim street lamps, there was not a single ghost on the street.
Strictly speaking, Kawasima Yosiko was now a ghost shadow. Her entire body was pitch black and under the starry sky, it was even more frightening than a ghost.
Kawasima Yosiko, who was limping, slowly walked out of the town along the street. After walking for about 300 to 400 meters, she saw an abandoned machine well room.
In the northwest region of China, there was still this kind of well house that was built in the 1970s. There was a high-power diesel engine about ten meters below the ground. It was used to draw deep underground water to irrigate the nearby crops during the drought.
The area of this well was not considered large. At most, it was about ten square meters. Kawasima Yosiko unscrewed the large rusted lock and walked in. She turned around and searched the wall for a moment before finding the power switch.
Fortunately, the well room was still connected to electricity, even though the ten-watt light bulb was not bright. It was a simple bed made of bricks and doors, right next to the east wall. There was nothing on the bed other than some broken blue work clothes. There was also a broken table beside the bed.
Slowly closing the door, Kawasima Yosiko wrinkled her nose and sniffed a few times. Other than the strong smell of diesel, she also smelled a moldy smell. It seemed that it had been a long time since someone came here.
Walking to the front of the table, Kawasima Yosiko pulled open the broken drawer below and surprisingly found that there was a clean veil inside, as well as a set of tools commonly used for diesel engines.
"It seems like there is always a way out." Kawasima Yosiko smiled and quickly took out the sharp beak pincer, the screw and the veil. She then covered her butt and walked down the winding stairs towards the underground well.
What Kawasima Yosiko needed to do at the moment was to remove the crude oil on her body and then take out the bullet from her butt.
Everyone knew that the black and sticky crude oil was not easy to clean. But some people might not know, when your hands were full of oil and other greasy things, as long as you used mud to wash them, It could also achieve the effect of 'Madam washing clothes'. Soil was actually the best way to remove dirt.
And in this old-fashioned well room, what was least lacking was soil, because its construction material was made of earth. As time passed, the side of the diesel well was covered with a thick layer of soil.
Maybe Kawasima Yosiko had gotten a lot of luck from Chu Yang. After she carefully walked to the bottom of the well, she found that there was also a light bulb down there, which was very helpful for her cleaning.
After putting the veil and other things away, Kawasima Yosiko squatted on the ground and picked up the soil. She rubbed her body hard like she was doing soap. After rubbing her body for half an hour, she slowly submerged into the cold well water.
Everyone who had stayed in the countryside in the last century knew that this kind of well was more than ten meters underground. There was a window made of stone slabs and a diesel belt. It was through this window that water was drawn from the well, and the distance between the two was at most two or three meters. Kawasima Yosiko could totally ignore this distance.
After using mud to wash four or five times, Kawasima Yosiko finally washed off all the crude oil on her body.
Her skin once again revealed that kind of demonic bronze color. When her body twisted and crawled from the window to beside the diesel, she was like a beautiful snake that crawled out of the ground, emitting a kind of evil that made men's nose bleed.
Kawasima Yosiko was not a ninja, but she definitely knew ninjutsu more than most ninjas.
The reason why ninjas were called ninjas was because they could survive in any complex environment, just like how they could endure the pain that many people could not endure.
Kawasima Yosiko did not use any anesthetics (actually, there was no one here). She used a screw and a sharp beak to clamp. When she took out the bullet from her butt, she was not like those brave marines in Hollywood movies. She cried out in pain with a face full of cold sweat, but maintained a calm expression from beginning to end. It was as if the pain, the blood that flowed down her thigh, did not happen to her at all.
"Sooner or later, I will also leave a bullet on your butt." He stared at the sharp beak clamp. Kawasima Yosiko's lips curled up into a cold smile as she saw the bullet. She then threw the bullet onto the ground and picked up the veil to rub it on her hands. She stuffed it directly. After entering the wound's mouth, it would be considered stopping the bleeding.
If those brave marines of M Country saw all of this, would they worship Kawasima Yosiko?
When she was bathing just now, Kawasima Yosiko already drank enough well water. Now, she did not plan to leave immediately. What she needed the most was a good night's rest. After all, even if ninjas could tolerate it, she was still human. She needed enough sleep to replenish her energy.
Kawasima Yosiko's speed when she walked up to the surface was much faster, as if she was not injured at all.
She grabbed the bed and put on those blue worn-out work clothes on her body, then used those pliers, screw knives, and other tools. After carefully setting up a trap on the door, she turned off the lights in the well room. She lay on the bed in the dark and fell into a deep sleep. Her body curled up into a ball. Like a snake.
Kawasima Yosiko woke up because of hunger. When she woke up, the surroundings were still dark but there were light footsteps outside the door.
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Following the faint oil stains on the ground, Huang Dongdong bent over and walked to the door of the well room.
"No wonder the chasing device lost her whereabouts. It turns out that she is indeed hiding in the tank truck. It seemed that Chu Yang was right. It's just that I don't know where that fellow has gone to. Then, will I still not wait for him to return? " Huang Dongdong muttered in his heart as he walked to the entrance of the well. He slowly pressed his body against the wall, and under the dim light from the phone screen, She clearly saw that the damaged lock nose had black crude oil on it.
Before parting ways with Chu Yang, that guy had told Huang Dongdong that if he found any traces of the enemy, he must not make a move in vain. He must retreat to a distance and call him.
However, Huang Dongdong did not care about his words. He felt that this guy must be looking down on her because of her age or her attire.
One had to know that she was Drizzle nurtured by the Second Division of the General Staff Department of Huaxia. When she was carrying out infiltration missions outside, she relied on the young and non-mainstream Homo Evolutis as a cover.
Huang Dongdong did not believe that she could not deal with the injured witch who had not eaten for more than two days. She must catch this witch so that she could show off in front of Chu Yang.
The contempt from Chu Yang made Huang Dongdong's mentality change.
She was behind Kawasima Yosiko and did not follow his instructions. Instead, she decided to capture this spy from R Country that he exaggerated and let him and Ye Chuqing see. She was an elite agent trained by the Second Division of the General Staff Department, not a wimp. She was not a fake either.
Huang Dongdong slowly squatted down and placed his phone on the ground beside the wall. He held the gun in his right hand and tried to push the door gently with his left hand.
Based on the force behind the door, Huang Dongdong estimated that there should be something leaning against the back of the door. However, it was definitely not locked. Otherwise, she would not have pushed the door. There was a gap in the door, and there was the smell of diesel mixed with crude oil and mold. It came out of the gap quietly.
Huang Dongdong let go of his hand and tried to push the door again. He let go of the door again and pushed it again. After three times, Huang Dongdong was sure that the door was supported by something like a small tree branch.
Huang Dongdong slowly stood up. Now she could basically confirm that the female spy from R Country was hiding in the well room, but she had to think about what to do next.
According to Chu Yang's orders, there was no need to consider the plan to regroup with him. She only had two problems at the moment.
The first one was to kick the door open and enter.
The other one could only carefully open the small tree branch behind the door and slowly enter.
If Huang Dongdong could be smarter and be able to get to know someone from the front and almost commit suicide because of Kawasima Yosiko, then she definitely would not have the confidence she had now.
She stubbornly thought that she was Drizzle, which the country had spent a lot of effort to nurture. If she had to rely on a young uncle to guide her in this kind of work, then where would she put her face, Miss Huang?
Therefore, after Huang Dongdong thought about it for a moment, he decisively took a fierce charge and kicked open the door. With lightning speed, he used a gun to kill the female spy from R Country inside!
Of course, after this female spy was shot, Huang Dongdong did not mind informing Chu Yang to come over. He asked him to take out the USB drive from cutting open the woman's stomach. After all, Miss Huang was considered a daughter of a noble family. This kind of bloody thing was disdained, and he could even share some of the credit with that fellow.
Huang Dongdong didn't know why, but he suddenly remembered to share some of the credit with that young uncle. But she did think so, and when she thought about it, The corner of her mouth curled up into a smile that she couldn't see. She even imagined that the guy would admire her so much that he would prostrate himself in front of her and suck up to her.
When he thought of this, Huang Dongdong was shocked. Why do I care so much about that fellow's attitude towards me? So I actually care so much about that fellow!
Sigh, the young uncle is as strong as wine, the feelings of a young girl are always poems!
"Give it to me!" A rooster's cry that sounded like a spring dream came from somewhere in the town.