Sister, you miss me

Heishan calmly and calmly, just smiled coldly, changed the phone, and called Hu Biao.

"Black Mountain, something?" Hu Biao's voice was clear, and in the middle of the night, Black Mountain would never play pranks.

"Brother, have you been monitored?"

"My phone card is unregistered, only you know it."

"I was monitored, it seems that the note is looking at me."

"how come?"

"It should be the confession of the demolition below."

"That said, the factory is no longer safe."

"Yes, I will dismiss personnel and transfer equipment."

"Okay, act now, and you also find a place to hide."

"Brother, don't worry, since I am prepared, I will see how big the police battle is."

...

Ford Edge stopped fifty meters away from the factory gate. After the flame was turned off, Qiao Xuan felt her heart throbbing and throbbing, secreting adrenaline hormones, working alone at midnight, acting alone, exciting and nervous.

Check the intercom and firearms, and after three consecutive deep breaths, he pushed the door and got off the car.

The moment the door closed, Yang Feng's concerned gaze appeared in front of him, and his gentle voice echoed in his ears: Remember to wear bullet-proof vests and don't take the lead.

In the night, under the street lamp, the beautiful police flower showed a bright smile, then opened the trunk and took out a bullet-proof vest.

Qiao Xuan did not expect that such a subtle movement would eventually save her life.

When I came to the door of the rolling mill, the rusty iron door was closed, and the same rusty iron chain lock was hung.

Looking in through the fence gate, one person's eye is full of wormwood, and a little further away, several factories stand alone.

Because there are no lights in the factory, the visibility is extremely low. In the pale moonlight, the entire factory is like a giant beast dormant in the dark.

Qiao Xuan gritted her teeth and called Chai Jing: "Xiao Jing, I'm at the gate of the factory, has the signal moved?"

"No, the other party didn't notice it. During the period, he called the communication company to check the phone bill."

"That's good. That Xiao Jing..."

"Ok."

"I'm a little nervous."

"I told you not to act alone, it's too dangerous."

"No, I am not afraid of bad people, I am afraid of something unclean."

"Ah, don't tell me, I'm also scared."

"Also, the grass inside is taller than me. Who knows if there are snakes, insects, rats and ants inside?"

"Then you are not coming back? Come back soon!" On the other end of the phone, Chai Jing was more scared than she was.

"My fear is half of you, I am not so afraid, hehe, now, I am going in, good luck to me."

"Jojo, Joe..."

Qiao Xuan ended the call, glanced at the dense spear tips on the iron gate, took a deep breath, and took ten seconds to land on the opposite side lightly.

I remember that when I was in elementary school, the benefits of the rolling mill were so good. Everyone envied the workers in the rolling mill. They sharpened their heads and squeezed into the mill. Even girls looking for a target were the children of the rolling mill.

In just over ten years, the eyes are full of declining grass and withered poplars, and the ruined ones are like ghosts. Qiao Xuan also feels like a world away.

Qiao Xuan is right. As an excellent criminal policeman, she has been an excellent police school student in shooting and unarmed combat. She is not afraid of murderous criminals, but after all, she is a female. She has an innate fear of snakes, insects, rats and ants. .

I was afraid of something, biting the small flashlight and didn’t take a few steps. I felt like I stepped on something soft and squeaking. The police fought in two battles, the body trembled, the light was struck down, and the instinct jumped away. As soon as he called, he bit his left hand wearing a tactical glove in his mouth.

It is a mouse, a family of seven or eight rats, large and small, with black bodies and small mung bean-like eyes glowing with a faint light, curiously looking at the human uninvited guest who broke into their home.

Soaked in sweat, Qiao Xuan chose to take a detour, pulling the unroofed wormwood and walking towards the factory.

Finally stepped out of the grass and stepped on the cracked asphalt pavement. At this time, the pale moon was also covered by clouds, and Qiao Xuan wanted to cry.

However, her unyielding personality supported her, and a girlfriend was watching her.

"Xiaojing, Xiaojing?" Qiao Xuan talked to her girlfriends, distracted and relieved her fear.

"Oh, sorry, take a nap."

"Not righteous."

"How is it possible to tease you, Jojo, I'm so worried, you can withdraw quickly, okay?"

"You know, I'm not the kind of person who gives up halfway. I have walked across the grass and stood in front of the factory."

"Perhaps you are going in the wrong direction. That's a few idle factories that no one cares about!"

"Just look at it." Qiao Xuan suddenly thought of a prank, "Guess what I just stepped on?"

"Gold, shit?"

"It's a mouse to go to you."

"what?"

"It's still a nest, maybe you have one at your feet."

"Huh? Jojo, you are so annoying, I will ignore you again."

"Haha, coward, you have the guts and love to watch horror movies."

"You don't understand, I watched it with the boy I like."

"So you deliberately ate other people's tofu."

"Wrong, I deliberately let people eat tofu."

Qiao Xuan's voice was solemn: "Xiao Jing, thank you."

"Why! Suddenly so nauseous."

"I just want to say thank you." Qiao Xuan sighed lightly, "for now, let's talk about it first, and then contact me if there is any situation."

After finishing the call, Qiao Xuan came to the entrance of the factory. The rusty iron door was not padlocked. Qiao Xuan tried it with her hands. It was quite heavy, but she pushed it a little bit.

In the harsh "crunch" sound, the bird flew in shock, the crow screamed "quack", and Qiao Xuan's heart also mentioned his throat.

Pushing open the heavy door is like opening a heavy history.

The darkness is like the substance, and the light of the small flashlight is not far enough before it is swallowed by the darkness.

The mottled wall and the rusty steel beams, however, did not smell of musty and dust.

Thinking of this, Qiao Xuan's eyes lit up, so to speak, there were activities here.

The light of the flashlight fell on the ground, and there was not much dust on the opposite side, but there were a few obvious footprints.

Qiao Xuan's eyes widened, biting her lip, she couldn't help but fetched the gun, opened the insurance, and then walked deep into the factory along the footprints.

Passing a small door, Qiao Xuan entered a larger and darker space, quiet enough to hear her own heartbeat, and walked to the corner step by step. Five or six blue plastic buckets appeared in front of him, each of which was one person tall.

Is the intelligence wrong? Is it discovered by the enemy? Is it in another factory?

Qiao Xuan had several thoughts in an instant, and when he was about to exit the same way, his eyes lit up.

The sudden change from dark to bright made Qiao Xuan very uncomfortable. She subconsciously covered her eyes with one hand, and at the same time, the hand holding the gun was sweaty.

"Who, who is there, is it Brother Shan?"

"I didn't dare to be deceived. I thought the police could see through my tactics, so I threw stones and asked for directions, but when I saw that the stone was heavy enough, I would rather be fooled."

The factory building was empty and echoed, Qiao Xuan kept turning around, unable to determine the opponent's location.

"Where are you, hiding your head and showing your tail, shamelessly?" Qiao Xuan was excited, but couldn't stop the trembling of his voice.

"Wow!"

With a pain in her neck, Qiao Xuan pulled out the small syringe, shouted "help me" into the headset, turned around, and saw a big iron man slowly coming.

"It's you?" Qiao Xuan raised the gun, only to find out in horror that her strength was loosing rapidly, and she couldn't pull the trigger at all.

The next moment, his arms drooped, his knees were soft and he was sitting on the ground, his breathing was so laborious, and his upper eyelids were heavier than a thousand feet.

"Miss Qiao, let's meet again."

This was the last voice Qiao Xuan heard before losing consciousness.

...

Qiao Xuan was in danger, Chai Jing panicked. No matter how late it was, he opened up Qiao Kun’s cell phone. As an old criminal policeman, Qiao Kun had been sleeping very spiritually. Hearing the ringing of the cell phone, he grabbed it and connected, "I am Qiao Kun."

"Uncle Joe, this is Xiao Jing, it's not good, Qiao Qiao is in danger." Chai Jing said while crying.

"Xiaojing, don't worry, speak slowly, what is going on."

So Chai Jing talked about Qiao Xuan's plan again. Before finishing talking, Qiao Kun interrupted: "Play the piano indiscriminately."

Beidu Municipal Law One immediately activated the three-level response mechanism of the municipal bureau. Criminal police, special police, local police and even co-policemen all went into battle, and requested the support of local armed police forces.

The police from the local police station were the first to dispatch. Their task was to deploy perimeter defenses to prevent criminals from fleeing with hostages, and at the same time, to stop crimes when conditions permit.

At the same time, special police and armed police armed to the teeth are also rushing in.

Heishan took the dazed Qiao Xuan out of the factory and found that it was blocked outside. He sipped, cursed, "Really fast," and then laughed at himself: "Grandma's, after all, it's a trick to ask for directions."

"Miss Qiao is in my hands, who dare to come over!" Black Mountain yelled unscrupulously.

He can see clearly that even the guns outside are not matched by the grassroots police, but he has no doubt about the police's response speed, not to mention that the identity of the hostage in his hand is so special and the weight is so heavy.

Montenegro returned to the factory and walked into his home court.

...

Thirty minutes ago, Yang Feng suddenly received a call from Zhao Min. Guoan accidentally discovered Hu Biao's whereabouts. He was in Beidu and asked if Yang Feng was interested.

Hu Biao wanted his life more than once, and Yang Feng happened to be full of anger with nowhere to vent, thinking about killing!

And Zhao Min almost died in the hands of the killers hired by Hu Biao.

So the two hit it off.

Hu Biao is very low-key. He condescends to live in a private house in the fringe of urban and rural areas. There is an advantage here. There is no need to register for an ID card, and there is a large migrant population, which makes it difficult to reveal whereabouts.

Since receiving the call from Heishan, Hu Biao has been uneasy. The call was made to a nearby hair salon, and only a half-old mistress came. Hu Biao vented and drove away the mistress.

Just lying down here, the door was kicked open, and a cold muzzle was on his forehead.

After Hu Biao's initial panic, he quickly calmed down.

With a click, the lights came on, and two familiar figures appeared in front of them.

"Hu Biao, what else can you say?" Yang Feng said coldly.

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time, and being able to die in your hands can be regarded as being wronged."

"I will fulfill you." Yang Feng opened the insurance and pulled the trigger.

"Yang Feng wait." Zhao Min stopped him. "We need his confession."

"Confessions? Haha, there will be many people buried with me." Hu Biao bit his teeth, and a burst of black blood unexpectedly shed.

"There is poison in his mouth!" Zhao Min shouted.