Life in siheyuan era

Zhang Yong turned to look at the rear window. Through the gap between Shen Lanbo and the other public security officer, he could see the headlights of the car behind.

Then, confirming that this convoy was racing, seeing who had the better driving skills, he turned back and shouted, "Turn left ahead."

Whoosh... The jeep turned, and Zhang Yong gripped the handle on the car door tightly to avoid falling onto Zhou Zhiyuan.

The jeep sped onto the straight road. Zhang Yong sat up straight and immediately looked back, the car lights behind him reflected in his eyes.

"A master!" Zhang Yong exclaimed, turning back around.

He asked again, "Is Nie Yucheng a spy?"

"Don't ask, don't guess, just point the way."

Zhou Zhiyuan still said the same thing, but Zhang Yong insisted on saying, "I saw that he was a spy a long time ago."

Shen Lanbo's voice came from behind, "Don't say that. You saw it a long time ago, but didn't report it?"

Shen Lanbo reminded him, and Zhang Yong immediately said, "This guy is really well hidden."

He said the right thing. Shen Lanbo didn't speak anymore. The jeep quickly turned into the alley, then entered a gliding state, quietly stopping in front of the courtyard house. Zhang Yong pushed open the car door and was about to get out, but saw more than a dozen figures rushing into the gate.

"They are all masters!" Zhang Yong exclaimed again, jumping out of the car and running wildly inside, rushing into the middle courtyard and pointing to the room in the main house, shouting, "It's this room."

It was useless for him to shout at this time. Several figures had already rushed into the door, and several other figures were holding pistols, looking around.

But he had to shout, because he saw Yu Li's figure.

The neighbors in the courtyard heard the noise and came out of their rooms one after another, surprised to see more than a dozen public security officers standing in the courtyard with guns.

Yu Li and a slender figure walked out of the west wing one after another. Zhang Yong saw her at a glance, shouted, and sure enough, attracted Yu Li's attention, who quickly asked, "Director Zhang, what happened?"

Hearing the voice, Zhang Yong seemed to suddenly see Yu Li, and hurriedly replied, "Team Leader Yu, secret operation, can't say."

While speaking, Zhou Zhiyuan and Shen Lanbo walked out of the room. By the light in the courtyard, Yu Li suddenly saw Zhou Zhiyuan and was immediately stunned. Zhou Zhiyuan was actually wearing a well-fitting blue police uniform, and he was holding a pistol in his left hand.

He and the tall young man walked out of the room and were discussing something.

Shen Lanbo asked in a low voice, "Which direction to pursue, the train station or other routes? I don't think the train station is possible."

Zhou Zhiyuan closed his eyes slightly and pondered for a moment, then opened his eyes and replied in a low voice, "The train station. I remember there's a train to GZ at 8:35."

"He wouldn't be so stupid."

"When things are abnormal, there must be a demon. Trust me this once."

"Nonsense, when have I not trusted you?"

Shen Lanbo immediately ordered, "Leave four comrades to investigate the situation, the other comrades follow me."

As the order was issued, more than a dozen figures rushed out like a whirlwind. Zhang Yong didn't even have time to say hello to Yu Li, following the figures in front all the way, running wildly. This opportunity was rare, and he didn't want to be left behind.

Yu Li was about to shout "Zhou Zhiyuan," but saw him disappear in a flash.

So she swallowed the voice in time. Just as she closed her mouth, she heard Yu Haitang beside her ask in a low voice, "Sister, besides Director Zhang, who else do you know?"

"Zhou Zhiyuan."

Yu Haitang said in surprise, "Zhou Zhiyuan, this name sounds familiar. Oh, right, what's his relationship with Zhou Zhining?"

She made the connection. Zhou Zhining had a younger brother named Zhou Zhiyuan, a cadre in the urban management section of the street office, but he was wearing a police uniform.

This kind of identity was unfamiliar to Yu Li and Yu Haitang, but their parents could guess it at once, "Your neighbor should be a secret investigator."

Her parents had experienced both the old and new societies, and their class struggle ideology was deeply rooted. At this time, they sighed, "It's hard to know a person's heart. Nie Yucheng is actually a spy."

They felt it deeply, and their goodwill towards Nie Yucheng immediately turned into hatred. People who had not experienced the old society would not understand this feeling.

The Yu family and the neighbors actively cooperated with the public security investigation, while four jeeps sped towards the train station.

Zhang Yong still had to tell Zhou Zhiyuan at this time, "Run slower, I can't keep up."

"I didn't ask you to keep up..." Zhou Zhiyuan replied, "Wait for us in the car."

"I'll regret it for the rest of my life."

"Then you can do whatever you want. I'll regret it for the rest of my life if I have to wait for you."

Zhou Zhiyuan said this without any room for discussion. Amidst Zhang Yong's grumbling, the jeep crashed through the plaza railing and rushed to the entrance of the train station waiting hall. Zhang Yong shouted "Awesome!" jumped out of the car, and ran inside with all his might.

People didn't know what had happened, but seeing fully armed green uniforms and blue police uniforms running wildly into the station, their instinctive reaction was not to flee in all directions, but to follow closely.

But they obeyed discipline. The green uniforms blocked the entrance and didn't allow passage. As several shouts came, "Maintain order, wait for news."

A series of shouts came from the crowd and were passed back, "Maintain order, wait for news..." Hearing the shouts, everyone stopped.

But Zhang Yong struggled to squeeze past, whispering to the two soldiers, "I'm plainclothes."

"Show your credentials."

One of the soldiers responded, then looked at the several green uniforms squeezing over.

The soldiers knew them and didn't need to see their credentials, but Zhang Yong, who was going all out, replied, "I'm Zhou Zhiyuan's plainclothes."

Then he was grabbed by the arm by a green uniform and rushed into the checkpoint, and then he heard the other party roar in a low voice, "Follow us."

He was lucky to meet a soldier who knew Zhou Zhiyuan, but he was also unlucky. The green uniform let go, and several figures disappeared in a flash.

So Zhang Yong continued to run with all his might, turning his target to the several blue figures in front.

But the blue figures also disappeared. Fortunately, he heard a shout, "Something happened over by the train."

Then a series of figures walking out ran in one direction.

At this time, he didn't need to look for green uniforms or blue police uniforms. Everyone was going in the same direction, just run in the first echelon.

While running wildly, Zhang Yong suddenly discovered that he could actually run so fast. Although he was out of breath, his speed didn't decrease. He saw from a distance that the train ahead was surrounded by a dark mass of figures, and people were roaring "Catch the spy" on and off the train.

At this time, several angry roars suddenly came from the crowd, "Grab weapons and kill him."

The crowd scattered with a bang, and everyone looked for weapons everywhere, but there were no sticks or kitchen knives on the train, and it was not easy to find a stone.

But Zhang Yong didn't have this idea. He ran wildly all the way and bumped into a public security officer, then grabbed the public security officer and said urgently, "I have a way to solve the problem."

He didn't care what the problem was, he first said he could solve it, and if he couldn't solve it, Zhou Zhiyuan would solve it.

But the public security officer definitely didn't believe him, and shouted sharply, "Back off, it's dangerous inside."

In just this moment, Zhang Yong saw a familiar figure, immediately jumped up and waved, making a "Hey..." shout. He didn't know who the other party was, but he knew that the figure had just been sitting next to Shen Lanbo.

And that "Hey" was looking around, as if looking for something, saw Zhang Yong waving and motioned him to come over, and then led him to squeeze inside. There were two circles of green uniforms and blue police uniforms inside, each of them focused and holding guns in one direction.

"Hey" grabbed his arm and walked inside, saying in a low voice, "You know Nie Yucheng, try to distract him and try to find an opportunity."

Listening to his instructions, Zhang Yong realized that his chance to make a contribution had come, and he was immediately energetic and full of strength.

Walking into the inner circle, he saw Zhou Zhiyuan pointing a gun in that direction at a glance, and the remaining worries suddenly disappeared.

So he turned to look in that direction, and saw Nie Yucheng leaning against the carriage, his right arm tightly strangling the neck of a young woman, his body hiding behind the young woman, only revealing a small half of his face, his left hand holding a small bomb, his thumb pressed on it.

At this time, he was talking to Zhou Zhiyuan, "Zhiyuan, what are you hesitating about? Do you know a secret? Do you know that if you shoot my head, this bomb will definitely explode too?"

"Heh, I know you know, and your brother also knows. He's been aiming through the iron skin of the carriage for five minutes, right? But he doesn't dare to shoot, because neither of you are sure, and it also proves that you both know who I am?"

Nie Yucheng's voice was very gentle, as if he was chatting with a friend. In fact, that's how he said it: "Alas, it's also fate that brought us together. We could have been friends, but the opposing positions didn't allow it. Now that we're facing each other with weapons, it's really sad."

As Nie Yucheng's voice fell, Zhou Zhiyuan said solemnly, "We don't want to kill you. There are also orders from above. If you are him, we will treat you with courtesy."

"If you are not, we don't have your tortures either. We will give you an appropriate sentence based on the information we have. Even if the crime is heinous, it's just a matter of a bullet. Afterwards, we will bury you properly. Why blow yourself up into pieces?"

Zhou Zhiyuan persuaded him to surrender, and Nie Yucheng smiled, "We haven't had enough contact! If it were you, would you surrender?"

Zhou Zhiyuan didn't speak, and Nie Yucheng continued, "As the old saying goes, 'Different rice feeds a hundred kinds of people'. Some people will surrender, and some people won't, and you and I are the same kind of people, dignity is above life."

Listening to Nie Yucheng's eloquent talk, Zhang Yong couldn't bear it any longer. He was going to take action.