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Chapter 84 Explosion
Yang Mianmian ruled out the idea of ​​a confrontation with Wu Zhihua from the very beginning, he has weapons, he is a man, all the conditions show that she is in a weak position.

If she wants to win, she can only find another way, and then she will win with one blow. Now she is looking for such an opportunity.

Opportunities are always for those who are prepared.

While Yang Mianmian was waiting quietly, he had already heard He Quan's 92-type pistol scold Wu Zhihua's self-made gun bloodily. With constant swearing, Yang Mianmian learned a lot of new uses of swearing.

Sure enough, police weapons have a bad temper...Yang Mianmian put her head on her knees and thought, but Jing Chu's gun never swears (don't ask her how she knows), so it probably follows the owner's personality.

He Quan must be a good policeman who has a bad temper, loves to swear, but has a strong sense of justice. It's a pity that he is lying in the trunk now, and he has long since lost his breath.

And Wu Zhihua's self-made gun was about to be scolded and cried: "It's really none of my business (>﹏<) It's useless for you to scold me... I also want to make a good gun, but we can't decide to make it ourselves Aren't you also being held by the bad guys now?"

Type 92 was choked by it's words, and couldn't say anything more. After holding it for a long time, it said with a crying voice: "If Lao He knows that I have fallen into the wrong hands now, he will be very sad, but I will There is no way (>﹏<)”

At that moment, Yang Mianmian felt sorry for them. Any object is not free from its birth. It is not their own choice as to who they are used by. The position they stand on is completely passive.

In other words, from birth to death, they are involuntary all their lives. Even if they know that they are the weapons of the bad guys, when Wu Zhihua pulls the trigger, no matter how unwilling they are, they can only be forced to shoot.

What a cruel thing.

She decided not to give them a chance to violate her ideas, and she would definitely get rid of Wu Zhihua before he shot him.

At the same time, after confirming that everyone was gathered in the dining room, Jing Chu took Chang Yan to Wu Zhihua's rented room first.

The police had inspected the place long ago, and Wu Zhihua left in a hurry, leaving behind a lot of evidence, including He Quan's police uniform, but no weapons were found.

Jing Chu asked the proprietress: "How many rooms are there in total, and is there a basement?"

"There are twenty rooms on the second and third floors. There are some in the basement, but we basically don't use them."

Jing Chu stood there for a few minutes, then nodded, "Let's go back."

He also planned to wait until dawn.

Time passed by, and the east gradually turned white. This was the most sleepy time of the day, and the students in the dining room were all sleepy. The curtains were drawn, and Jing Chu stood in front of the window, watching through the gap. The bus parked in front of the door.

Now is a good time for Wu Zhihua to do something, and he himself thought so. Yang Mianmian originally thought that when he hid under the bus, it was also one of the few times when Wu Zhihua didn't point the gun at her. At that time, she could find a way to escape up.

It's a pity that she still underestimated the degree of cruelty of this big drug lord.

Shooting would attract attention, and he didn't intend to do so unless it was a last resort, so the best way to get rid of Yang Mianmian was to inject drugs.

Yang Mianmian was stunned when he saw him take out the syringe, and asked in disbelief, "You want to inject me with drugs?"

"It won't be very painful, because you are so obedient." Wu Zhihua lightly stated that he didn't seem to want to kill someone.

Yang Mianmian watched in "fear" as he stuffed the gun back into his back and walked towards him with a syringe. At that moment, she remembered the time when she stabbed Hu Yilin. In comparison, she was really too kind.

When Wu Zhihua approached, she raised her foot and kicked his knee joints, then turned around and threw the chair on him. After running a few steps, she heard Wu Zhihua's cold voice: "Stop."

Yang Mianmian didn't need to turn her head to know that he was pointing the gun at her back. She stopped and made a gesture. Before Wu Zhihua could understand the meaning of her gesture, he realized that his eyes went dark and the light in the basement went out. up.

At the critical moment, the little friends are still working hard as always. As an item with a relatively high degree of freedom like a light bulb, it is normal to occasionally trip or something!

Electric lamp: "Turn on the lamp at any time, that's how capricious it is!"

The 92-style got a new skill in an instant: "Hey! Then can I also explode!"

Yang Mianmian opened her mouth, wanting to tell it that this is not okay, because pulling out the lamp is fine, and if it explodes, it will die by itself. She doesn't need it to save her, she can solve it by herself.

But Type 92 didn't give her a chance to speak. Instead of being used by a crime, it would rather die generously than to become an accomplice of a criminal.

At this moment, it is full of determination, it goes forward bravely, and it dies generously!

Yang Mianmian only heard it shout loudly: "I swear, I will fight all kinds of criminal activities endlessly until the last drop of blood is shed!"

boom!
Wu Zhihua's screams sounded in the basement. Yang Mianmian didn't hesitate anymore, turned around and ran, not forgetting to lock the door for him from the outside. Several boxes of beer, Coke and Sprite, as well as gas tanks and several large barrels of gasoline.

Yang Mianmian's gaze was immediately attracted, she opened the lid of the barrel, and the smell of gasoline came over her face, as long as she pushed them and lit a match, everything was over.

This terrible idea lingered in her mind for a minute, Yang Mianmian hesitated for a long time, stretched out her hand, but still retracted it.

"It's cheap for you." She thought bitterly, "Forgive your life."

But she would never let go of the opportunity to teach him a lesson.

When they had a conflict, Jing Chu was arranging for the students to get on the bus, and checked the inside of the bus with the driver and the proprietress, but the place where the luggage was originally placed underneath was empty, and no one was hiding inside as he thought.

Could it be that he guessed wrong?From the very beginning, Wu Zhihua only planned to take hostages to go down the mountain?When Jing Chu doubted his own speculation, he faintly smelled the smell of smoke.

"what happened?"

The proprietress hesitated and said, "It seems...is there a fire?"

"Get in the car first, I'll go and have a look." Jing Chu pulled out his gun and walked along the wall to the place where the smoke was coming out.

However, what did he see?
Yang Mianmian diffused smoke through the only small ventilation window in the basement... After observing the wind direction today, she was lucky to find that the basement was downwind, so she gave up the idea of ​​pouring gasoline and lit a fire upwind instead. Straw piles, thick smoke billowing, poured into the basement through the small ventilation window.

She sneered while fanning with a cattail fan: "Shoot me if you have the ability." She stood in the blind spot of the entire shooting area. Unless Wu Zhihua had clairvoyance, he would never be able to hit him.

Jing Chu: "..." What a wonderful turn of events. He never expected it. He felt Yang Mianmian's ferocity, but he didn't know that it was the result of self-sacrifice with a police gun.

It's a pity that Wu Zhihua was too calm. Although the thick smoke made him cough violently, he didn't respond.

Yang Mianmian couldn't hold back anymore, she said bitterly: "You can hold it, you're being cruel, just wait!" She ran back to bring a bucket of gasoline, brushed it and poured it into the basement, the walls were all covered Gasoline was soaked.

Wu Zhihua couldn't sit still after smelling the strong smell of gasoline: "What do you want to do, you can't escape even if you burn me to death."

"What are you talking about? I just accidentally knocked over the gasoline tank when I was running away. What does it matter to me if you accidentally ignited your own gun?" Yang Mianmian made up a lie without changing his face, and made a quick move to Jing Chu. Calling gesture.

Jing Chu walked a little further away, and called Fang Yuan while observing the movement over there.

At this time, the rain had stopped, and Fang Yuan quickly led his people to catch up again. On the way, Yang Mianmian threatened Wu Zhihua in various ways.

"Throw your gun out quickly, or I'll light it up, I tell you, I'm not a policeman, I just want to avenge myself, hehe, dear, you definitely didn't think about it when you pointed a gun at my head in the forest Is there ever now?"

Wu Zhihua said coldly: "You are assaulting the police."

"Are you still pretending now, oh, you think I don't know, I almost forgot, you think I don't know that the one in your trunk is the policeman, you think I don't know that your name is Wu Zhihua, you are a big Are you a drug lord? Can you cos the police for some time, which policeman will carry drugs?"

Wu Zhihua was silent for a moment: "You know everything?"

"Yes, I know you still have a gun, which is hidden in your calf. Now, throw it out to me, or I will set it on fire right away and burn you to death here."

"Are you not afraid that the police will hold you accountable?"

"I told you not to blind BB, then I'll show you." Wu Zhihua clenched the gun in his hand, waiting for her to appear in his field of vision.

But he was soon disappointed, Yang Mianmian did not show up, she just threw an unlit match into it: "Do you want to trick me into showing up and shoot me, sorry, not everyone has the same IQ as you Low, I can guess what you are thinking by moving my toes, if I don’t throw the gun out, what I throw in will be a lit match.”

Wu Zhihua wasn't sure what she was going to do, so he hesitated for a while, still afraid that she would burn him to death, so he swallowed his anger and threw the gun out.

Yang Mianmian picked up the gun and took it apart: "Hey, there's no bullets, are you afraid I'll kill you?"

Wu Zhihua didn't say a word, Huluo Pingyang was bullied by dogs, he never thought that there would be such an accident that he fell into the hands of a little girl, but he has experienced big storms after all, and he is still calm now.

"Also, you plan to prick my syringe and other drugs on your body." Yang Mianmian obviously didn't intend to stop there.

Without saying a word, Wu Zhihua threw what she wanted out of the window, and Yang Mianmian continued there. When she was satisfied, she nodded, "That's about the same."

After finishing all this, the police came, and Yang Mianmian couldn't keep these dangerous goods for his own research in the public, so he could only reluctantly hand them over to the police.

"Raise your hands high, and come out slowly." Fang Yuan arranged a lot of special police at the exit of the basement, all of them in full force, waiting for Wu Zhihua to come out.

The door opened slowly, and Wu Zhihua walked out slowly with his hands raised high. He seemed so nervous that he kicked over a half-empty gasoline drum. The gas tank didn't fall on its back.

Obviously Wu Zhihua was the one who wrestled, but the policeman was more nervous than him. Afraid of his sudden counterattack, Fang Yuan immediately said loudly: "Don't move."

Sure enough, Wu Zhihua stopped. Fang Yuan winked at the people next to him and signaled them to handcuff him. Wu Zhihua didn't resist, but made a request: "I want to have a word with that girl."

His hands were handcuffed behind his back, Fang Yuan was slightly relieved, and did not immediately agree to his request, Wu Zhihua calmly said: "Officer Fang, you probably still need my cooperation in many things, my small request Don't you even agree, you see, I am completely controlled by you now."

He raised his hand, and the handcuffs rattled.

Fang Yuan was right when he thought about it. If someone asked Yang Mianmian if she would like to, of course she would not be stage frightened, and said to Jing Chu, "I want to see what else he can do."

Jing Chu had nothing to do with her temper, so he could only nod his head: "I'll go with you."

"What do you want to tell me?" Yang Mianmian looked at the subdued Wu Zhihua with mocking eyes.

The corners of Wu Zhihua's mouth curled up slightly, and he was ridiculed endlessly: "Little girl, you will suffer a lot if you look down on people so much."

Yang Mianmian was about to retort, but she heard Chang Yan shout "be careful". Before she could react, she saw Wu Zhihua let go of his hand, and a lit lighter fell to the ground.

At that moment, the lighter screamed: "No, there is oil here and it will burn!"

Yang Mianmian turned around and wanted to leave, but unfortunately, there was not only gasoline in this narrow corridor, but also... gas tanks.

At this moment, the gas tank remembered what Wu Zhihua did when he held it up, and he unscrewed its valve: "Ah, I'm going to explode!"

Before she finished speaking, she only heard a loud bang, and then she couldn't hear anything after a buzzing in her ears. She was dizzy, and her chest was so disgusting that she wanted to vomit. She lay on the ground and felt dazed for a long time.

Raising her head, she saw Jing Chu's face, which was very close at hand, was covered in blood.

(End of this chapter)