Breaking Through the Clouds

As long as one more second, the followers behind will discover the facts that they have exposed, then it is difficult to predict whether it will reach the end of the fishnet.

At this moment of instinctive reaction, Yan Yan bent down, rolled up his trousers unintentionally, and the action was naturally no abnormal, then he got up and went forward.

——When he rolled his trousers, his eyes glanced back instantly, the trees behind him were neat and neat, like a quiet shadow under the street light.

Many people cannot be ambush downstairs. First of all, if there is one, they will not be noticed along the way. Second, the community management has not been neglected to that point. It is possible to slip into one or two outsiders. There is no registered vehicle. It's too ridiculous to get in and out.

Then it is assumed that the tracker is between one and two people with a distance of about fifteen to twenty meters. Under this visible condition, the shooting accuracy is difficult to guarantee, that is, even if the opponent has a gun, it will not rush to shoot for a while; When approaching suddenly from the bushes, it takes at least two to three seconds for the opponent to make a sound and launch an attack.

And now-Yan Ye calmly visually checked his distance from the front door, about 80 meters.

Just one more minute, you can enter the monitoring area.

Flip-flops, severe slippers slapped on the concrete floor, and no one saw the blue tendons on the back of the hand carrying the garbage bag.

What does his follower want?

How many days have they been ambush in this neighborhood?

Why take a picture of him like a paparazzi?

If it wasn't for the wrong time, Yan Yan would almost have a ridiculous and ridiculous heart. But what he is most concerned about now is not that he has no guns, no knives, that trims the beautiful green area of ​​the community, and that he does n’t have any wood sticks to pick, but that Jiang stays in this apartment.

If you make any mistakes, will the opponent's next goal be Jiang Zhan who is weak?

The gate was getting closer, the bright lights in the duty room gradually became clear, and everything in the back seemed to stop. Yan Min's heart gradually settled down as he progressed step by step. He went up and knocked on the glass of the duty room. The security guard who was asleep with his head tilted awake, and came forward to open the door: "Hey, brother Yan!"

This security has been working in the community for a long time, knowing that Yan Zheng is a policeman, but he doesn't know what kind of policeman he is. Yan Yan stood at the door of the duty room and didn't go in. He touched the cigarette and gave him: "Excuse me, borrow a fire."

The security guard quickly thanked him for finding the lighter, and the two smoked cigarettes face to face, Yan Yan asked: "Have you been here tonight?"

The security officer said, "That's not it."

"See any stranger come in?"

"No, I'm staring at it!"

Yan Yanxin said that you were still staring. Who was falling asleep when I knocked on the window just now?

The security guard asked with a smile: "Brother Yan, what are you going to do and buy things?"

Yan Ying answered vaguely, extinguished his cigarette butt, and the person who had tracked for almost the time should withdraw, and said, "Your batons are for me."

If someone borrows this, the security will definitely not agree, but Yan Zheng is a real policeman, and the security will doubtfully give it to him. Yan Yan held the baton in his hand and seemed to be accustomed to its weight and feel. Then he said, "Go back to the duty room and lock the door."

Security: "Ah?"

The security guard did not realize what was happening and was pushed into the watch room by Yan Ming. He saw that he suddenly turned around and walked straight towards the trees at a speed that was quite fast. The next moment, the shrubs that had been calm suddenly swayed violently. A shadow pounced in the opposite direction!

Security: "..." Someone is over there? !!

The follower hasn't left yet!

Yan Mao set his heart at the moment when the people chose to escape, and a force jumped over the bushes, smashing through the night with a drink: "Stop!"

The wind whistled from his ears, and the tracker ran wildly, chasing after him. Both of them were extremely fast. They rushed out hundreds of meters before the security guard could respond. The tracker seemed to be familiar with the terrain of the community. They only picked up dark and rugged places and walked around the garden pool and several apartment buildings in a blink of an eye. , Rushed to the depths of the community.

Yan Yan wore a flip-flop, which affected his speed when he ran. Seeing him jumping off the wall, he blurted out: "Stop ... fuck!"

There were no people around this place to eat. A few nights of running and walking the dog had been hiding for a long time. I saw only three or five people walking out of the parking lot in my eyes. They were all women at a glance. Who should I stop? What if the tracker dog jumps off the wall?

In such a blink of an eye, the tracker has rushed straight towards the back wall!

"Let's go!" Yan Yan no longer hesitated, the growl scared the girls screaming back, and he threw his baton out immediately!

The baton whirled and was extremely precise, listening only to the "bang-!" The metal echoed for a long time, hitting the hand of the tracker on the back wall railing!

"what--"

The tracker uttered an extremely low, deep cry, probably because he was hit in the arm. Yan Ye pulled his leg up to catch up, but the tracker who was stimulated by severe pains took a few steps to take advantage of the leap. His skill was more flexible than Yan Ye imagined.

The next second, the target flashed and disappeared.

"I am!" Yan Yan cursed, leaping over the wall, looking around in the exclamation of the girls behind him. However, there is a large urban garden behind the community, and the lights on the road in the distance flicker, and the tracker's figure has long disappeared into the vast night.

"Yan Yan!"

Jiang stop?

When Yan Zheng turned around, he saw that Jiang Zhan had already arrived, and there were still a few security guards behind him. The brother who had just borrowed the baton in the duty room held a walkie-talkie and hurriedly asked, "Is it all right, Brother Yan? Is it a thief? Is it a thief? "

In the presence of outsiders, Yan Zheng couldn't say anything, and vaguely agreed to jump off the fence. The security guard also called in several colleagues and asked around him rhetorically: "Are you stolen, Sergeant Sergeant?" "Should you call the police?"

"No, it's just a little hair thief. I'll call my colleagues in the bureau tomorrow to see it." Yan Min sent a few words of gratitude to the security guards and asked them to send additional staff to patrol throughout the night. When everyone dispersed, they turned around and lowered their heads. He asked Jiang Zhan, "Why are you here?"

Jiang Zhan was wearing a light gray sweater, dark gray home cotton trousers and soft-soled shoes, and he also had the house key in his hand. Probably because he was in a hurry, he was still a bit hoarse when he spoke: "When you haven't come back for a long time, I'll go downstairs and take a look. I just met a group of security guards and rushed here. What's going on?"

"There is follow," Yan Yan said briefly.

He briefly described the process just found, and then touched a cigarette from his pocket. The arm muscles still shook with a slight tension after over-tightening. He clicked on the fire and took two hard breaths to stabilize his mood. Immediately handed it to Jiangzhan.

Jiang stopped receiving the smoke, the flashes of light shining on his fingers, and the white mist of nicotine slowly dissipated under the street lamp.

Neither of them spoke, and half of Jiangyan stopped hoarsely: "I don't feel right."

"how?"

"Only one person following you, and no gun, ran away immediately after being found?"

"..."

Jiang Zhan took a deep breath and raised his head, wondering what he was thinking. The brass street lamp reflected his beautifully shaped eyes. After a few seconds, he slowly and completely spit out white mist, saying, "Surely someone wants to kill you. But according to my knowledge of spades k, he didn't kill him. There will be only this formation. "

Yan Yan frowned suspiciously.

"Let's go to Gongzhou tomorrow." Jiang Zhan said quietly. "It's time to talk to Qi Sihao."

Gongzhou.

Grand Theatre.

The magnificent lights slowly dimmed in the hall, the boiling voices became silent, and the golden red curtain slowly opened, and the ballet played the first note in a wave of applause.

A heavy side door behind the auditorium was pushed open a slit, and then a middle-aged man about 50 years old with gray hair flashed in. His eyes were not used to the dim concert hall. He blinked hard and suddenly his shoulder was photographed. .

"...!"

The middle-aged man has not spoken yet, only listening to a male voice with a thick accent coldly: "Follow me."

The leading young man, dressed in black, looked like a waiter in a theater, but his stature was far more robust than that of ordinary people. He didn't know what was stuck in his trouser pockets. The middle-aged man didn't dare to squeak, lowered his head quickly to keep up, the two passed through the auditorium one by one, followed the east spiral staircase to the second floor, and came to the middle box door in the echoing singing. before.

"Wait," the young man dropped.

He knocked gently on the door, and then stepped into the box. The middle-aged man forcibly suppressed me to wait outside, and it took about two or three minutes to see the "waiter" come out. It was still very simple and concise: "Brother asked you to go in."

The box is directly opposite the stage. In the dark but spacious space, three large red sofas are placed against the wall, facing the wooden guardrail in a ring shape. There is also a small table and two armchairs in front of the guardrail. A man in a windbreaker is sitting on the wide chair on the left with his legs crossed. Because of the angle problem, he can't see his entire face. From the side, his eyes are staring closely. Looking at the opera, his expression seemed to be interesting. Slender fingers groped for peanuts in the snack nut plate placed on the table and ate them slowly.

The middle-aged man was full of anxiety and quickly looked around the box, but could only see a few bodyguard-like people standing on the corner with their hands on their backs.

"You are ..." The middle-aged man couldn't help but grit his teeth, and the last trace of reason made him swallow the word "spades k" back and forth.

Spade K laughed, forefinger to his lips to signal his snoring, and said, "Shh, the thirteenth princess is out."

On the stage, the girl danced with gold fruit in the music, and the flute gradually became clear with the clarinet. The princess who came out last was so innocent and beautiful. She appeared in the violin's relaxed and cheerful melody. The prince fell in love with him at once and vowed to marry her.

"Is it beautiful?" Spade k raised his chin towards the stage.

Middle-aged life spit out a word: "beauty."

"Do you think the prince loves her?"

"……Love."

The **** k nodded, and it seemed very interesting: "Yeah, everyone thinks so."

"..." The middle-aged man didn't know what to say. He forced himself to stand upright, but a fine cold sweat had oozed behind him. Maybe it was found this hidden fear and distress, Spades K shook his head with a smile and knuckles on the table! Boom! Stuck twice.

The box door opened again, and a low-brow eyebrow nurse came in, holding a grandma, and there was a sleeping baby inside.

The middle-aged man ecstatically greeted me into his arms: "Hee Hee, Hee Hee-"

"It's said that this girl is very good, doesn't cry and doesn't make trouble, and sleeps after eating. It is a blessed child." Spade K picked another peanut and threw it into his mouth with a smile: "But if there is another time, it may be She's not so blessed, you know? "

The middle-aged man has a stiff muscle on his face, and acupuncture-like fear pierces through his heart. When he speaks, he can even hear himself weak: "I ... I understand, but I just follow the process and so many people stare There is really no way ... "

"Does the process cost you money?"

The middle-aged man took a breath and his entire body froze.

"The grass on the wall is sloping at both ends. It was the first one that was cut when the hatchet fell down." Spade k raised his hand in this posture leaning on the back of the chair, and patted it with his back on the middle-aged man's heart. , The words are grave and long-hearted: "You 003 sirens are hard-won, anyway, they are fate, don't spoil easily."

Middle-aged people just felt guilty and their faces changed, and Nana couldn't speak.

At this moment, the door opened behind him, and the bodyguard who opened the door respectfully, whispered in Burmese: "Jiege!"

Ajie nodded casually, walked to the **** k and stood, and looked at the middle-aged man up and down. His eyes had a kind of sniper's peculiar brightness, especially when standing in the dark, he was so dazzling like a beast, and his eyebrows revealed the unveiled cruelty and fierceness, which made the middle-aged man cold. .

"Brother, the investigation of the seizure of the blue gold that was seized by the police and being sold privately is clear." Ajie didn't talk to the middle-aged man, and his fingerless hands found a small book in his arms. "These people are mainly involved."

Each page of this notebook has different two-inch headless avatars, and the names and official positions of the persons involved are recorded below. The **** k turned over, and was slightly interested, and threw the little book to the middle-aged man: "Look, there is something wrong with your municipal bureau, and we still have to help investigate."

The middle-aged man caught off guard and took the book with a baby. From a bunch of public titles, he glimpsed the anti-drug detachment, criminal investigation detachment, provincial notary office, and waste disposal company of Gongzhou Municipal Bureau ... The highest position was actually Qi Sihao. Detachment captain.

He began to get cold again: "... I see, I'll deal with it."

"Get clean," Stark K stared at the opera slowly. "The captain with the surname Qi left first, useful."

it works?

--What is the use?

Probably the doubts of middle-aged people's eyes were too obvious, and even Jie couldn't help asking: "How's it, brother?"

"The rank of detachment leader has many leadership functions and operational authority on a lot of things, but it can be even more useful. The so-called find a county official is worse than finding cash management." Spade k asked rhetorically: "These are not ours. Has it been proven? "

Ajie nodded his mind, and the middle-aged man listened beside him, and seemed to understand something. A name appeared in his heart—that was the black police that was almost publicly defaulted in the Gongzhou system later—the original anti-drug 2 Detachment, Jiang stopped.

The sudden applause from the audience interrupted his thoughts, and the middle-aged person looked for a look. The ballet on the stage has reached the stage of **. Prince Ivan, who broke into the demon kingdom to save the princess, was caught, and the demon king Keschi wanted to turn the prince into a stone. The prince in anxiety turned to the firebird he had saved; the firebird appeared in the light, and the devil and the devil were ordered to The demon fell into a never-ending dance and sang a song to put them to sleep.

Firebird led the prince to find the egg attached to the devil's soul. After breaking the egg, the demon king Keski disappeared with his sinful kingdom. The soldiers who turned into stone statues revived, the princesses regained their freedom, and Prince Ivan announced his marriage to the thirteenth most beautiful princess. They will hold a grand celebration of the choir melody and performance under the celebration of everyone wedding.

"What a perfect ending," Spades K sighed. "Unfortunately, the real story is not what people see."

No one dared to squeak, middle-aged people did not dare to move, and even Ajie stood on the side with his eyes, nose and nose.

"The demon king kidnapped thirteen princesses, but I feel that what he loves and expects has always been the firebird. Although the firebird brought death, he only sings when the firebird comes, otherwise the whole kingdom and even eternity His life is nothing but a cold, stiff stone statue. "

"Maybe the prince loves also the Firebird, but it doesn't matter. The prince is destined to be with the princess who is in the door."

No one understood what he was talking about, and the middle-aged man couldn't help but hold it. I saw Spade K stand up and move his neck in the final cheering applause and reunion chorus. Regretfully, "There is nothing to look at next, let's go."

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