Military: Let you report, you can easily catch the wanted criminal

Chapter 1146: Leave the evidence to me alone

Before a group of people saw Jiang Fan's figure, they started shooting wildly downstairs.

Jiang Fan smiled slightly.

He took out a small grenade directly from his pocket, threw it towards the 17th floor, and then quickly moved to the two floors below.

A few seconds later, a sudden explosion was heard upstairs.

Countless flying sand and rocks, as well as broken stones fell from the upstairs, and even the stairs under Jiang Fan's feet were crumbling.

Following the explosion, countless people screamed.

Some people even moaned in despair: "Ah, our legs, my hands, it hurts so much, please help me."

There were panicked footsteps, a man holding a gun, and the gun tip rolled to the ground.

There were even many people walking down the broken stairs.

The window was locked from the inside, and Jiang Fan could only hold on to the wall with one hand and step on the edge of the window sill with two legs.

Jiang Fan frowned, and hurriedly dealt with the sharp protrusions of the broken glass, jumped up, and landed in the room.

Several people felt confused, and the next second, they fell to the ground.

Soon enough, Jiang Fan opened the window of the stairwell and stood on the windowsill.

Jiang Fan visually estimated that these people should be professional mercenaries.

People downstairs also began to run upstairs, and the hurried footsteps in the corridor were mixed with the wails of many people.

Jiang Fan heard the footsteps behind him, and those on the 17th floor were already chasing him.

Although the glass in this kind of high-rise building is made of special materials and thickened, for Jiang Fan, with a little force, the glass will shatter instantly.

The man fell, accompanied by the sound of the window breaking, which made the remaining two people realize that there should be support outside the window.

The two fell to the ground, and the other three also sensed the danger.

There were only a few men with pistols in the corridor on the 19th floor, but their condition was obviously stronger than the other thugs.

People on the 19th floor heard the sound and rushed over, only to find that the corridor was empty.

Hanging half of his body outside the staircase window, he aimed at the man who had just shot into the corridor.

Jiang Fan hung upside down on the steps of the 20th floor. Jiang Fan held a gun in each hand and hit two people directly.

With two hands grasping the raised tiles on the wall, at an altitude of dozens of meters, his body was like a plastic bag hanging on a branch, swaying in the wind.

Using both hands and feet, I climbed to the 19th floor in about five seconds.

They found the ambush locations respectively, and Jiang Fan used his eagle eye skills to lock the opponent's location.

But Jiang Fan's two hands seemed to be holding suction cups, firmly adsorbing the wall, and his legs followed suit.

He hurriedly threw a grenade, which directly blew up their way up.

But his arm was still scratched by broken glass. Jiang Fan had no time to pay attention to the wound. Blood dripped on the ground, reflecting Jiang Fan's movement.

With one hand free, he hit the glass with the butt of his gun.

The two conspired in a low voice: "They should have an accomplice, a sniper. We must act separately."

"Yes, I will move towards the stairwell. You stay where you are and cover me."

The man said: "Okay, but you must be careful."

But their conversation was completely overheard by Jiang Fan, who was not far away from them.

Jiang Fan also immediately changed his strategy, still hanging upside down on the steps of the 20th floor, when he saw a figure approaching him from a distance.

He estimated how long it would take for the opponent to reach his shooting range, and fired two shots calmly.

The other person was shot and fell to the ground.

There was only one person left, and Jiang Fan no longer took the other person seriously.

The wound on Jiang Fan's arm was bleeding more seriously because of the violent exercise just now.

He found styptic powder from his bag, sprinkled it on the wound, and wrapped a bandage around his arm a few times. The other party's sense of smell was very sensitive. He smelled the smell of blood in the air and guessed that Jiang Fan must have been injured as well.

He cautiously approached the stairs, and Jiang Fan noticed it immediately.

Jiang Fan pressed his body tightly against the wall of the corridor, feeling the footsteps of the other party as he slowly approached.

He held his breath tightly, and the other person stopped one meter closer to him.

The other party can wait, but Jiang Fan has no time to wait.

He threw the gun through the door and hit the other person's head directly.

The other party stumbled back two steps unsteadily. The next second, Jiang Fan rushed over from the door and slapped the other party on the wrist.

The gun in the opponent's hand fell.

The mercenary saw the bandaged wound on Jiang Fan's arm and banged his head hard against the wound. However, Jiang Fan judged his movement trajectory first, grabbed the opponent's head, and smashed it to the ground.

The man felt that his brain was spinning, and he couldn't even see clearly the face of the man in front of him.

Jiang Fan hit the opponent's head on the ground a few more times like a rubber ball, and a pool of dark red blood appeared under the opponent's head.

Completely lost consciousness.

hiss--

Jiang Fan looked at his injured arm. The strenuous exercise just now made the injury to his arm more serious.

He took a deep breath, walked to the office, and knocked politely on the door.

dong dong dong-

It was quiet and unresponsive inside.

dong dong dong-

This time, a man's nervous voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

Jiang Fan said in cotton language: "Open the door, it will be too late to reveal my identity later."

Several people in the room looked at each other with horrified expressions on their faces.

Everyone clenched the guns in their hands, as if they were holding on to their own life-saving straws.

Jiang Fan said with the last of his patience: "I'll say it one last time, open the door quickly, otherwise I won't be polite."

The people in the room asked: "Where are those subordinates at the door?"

Jiang Fan smiled and said, "Haha, I'm already talking to you here, what do you think?"

Jiang Fan's voice was creepy.

One of them asked the others to protect themselves, and he was ready to open the door.

The moment he pulled the door handle, several other people shot wildly at the door with their eyes closed.

Jiang Fan had already anticipated the other party's move and hid on the other side of the door.

Jiang Fan sneered: "Is this your attitude? It seems that you all want to die."

One of them said hurriedly: "No, no, give me a chance and let's talk."

Jiang Fan said: "Okay, throw out the gun and let's end this matter."

Several people followed suit.

Jiang Fan smiled and said: "Okay, everyone, do you need me to say anything else? Just follow me?"

One of them thought of Bai Haijun's words: "You can take us away, but don't kill us. We have all the criminal evidence of Bai Haijun."

Jiang Fan, who had already left, stepped back in response to these words.

"Really? Then leave the evidence to me alone."

Several people were stunned.

Why is this different from what Bai Haijun said before?
Can you give it to them directly?
Wouldn't it be detrimental to the White Navy?
(End of this chapter)