"Can you ... still run?"

That simple punch brought an incredible impact, the door on that side crashed, and the whole car seemed to be slammed by a ton of heavy hammers. Open, the glass on all sides turned into sky debris in this violent impact, and smashed his head and covered everyone's body. When Jia Ming lay on a broken car window and revealed a smiley face inward, when saying this, Ying Zifeng looked at the figure, and his teeth trembled and trembled uncontrollably.

Although he also knows that some people have exercised their strength to the limit and can barely achieve the immediate effect, there is absolutely no thunderous impact as before. Ying Zifeng was so frightened that some people beside him reacted after a brief horror. He turned the muzzle to Jia Ming's side. The moment Jia Ming's hands held the gun, he suddenly stretched out of the window. Come in and press on the forehead of the two people next to you.

boom--

Blood filled the compartment.

In a short distance, the destructive power of the modified large-caliber pistol in Jiaming's hand was exerted to the extreme. Two heads and even shoulders exploded. Flesh fluttered the person next to him with a full face, and Ying Zifeng was half full The body was stained with blood and minced meat. At this time, he just looked at Jia Ming's muzzle, locked his teeth, and raised his left hand to pat it again and again. The blood red stained his palm. Why? I can't shoot, it seems to be silly.

Hundreds of people at the market exit stared at the scene here, wondering when. Already quiet like night.

The next moment, the bullets sparked on the ground. On further roads, more than twenty police cars hurriedly swerved across the street corner and rushed towards this side. A sniper leaned out on the roof and aimed At this point, Jia Ming bowed his head and a bullet whistled past. His two guns were directed at Ying Zifeng in the carriage, and the remaining two surviving agents did not dare to move.

"What do you run so fast, I always wanted to talk to you ..."

Jia Ming knocked the pistol on Ying Zifeng's head twice, and then smiled away, "You have ten minutes, explain the aftermath."

Having said that. He stepped back two steps, then turned and rushed into the chaotic crowd of the vegetable market, disappeared for a while, the crowd fled chaos, more than twenty police cars. Finally approached the blood-stained taxi.

Watch this scene in a car TV. Fang Zhitian closed his eyes with a headache, and then sighed with relief: "Fortunately ... he wants to talk ..."

Sitting next to me, I whispered to the other side, frowned, and leaned over again, "I'm afraid ... it's hard to say, he was talking to Ying Zifeng for ten minutes to explain the aftermath. He felt even more afraid, Ying Zifeng ... he was almost frightened now ... "

"Uh ..." Fang Zhitian froze. "Ten minutes ... no one knows where Jiaming is now."

When these twenty police cars arrived, Ying Zifeng, who was in a state of dementia, was pulled out of the car and talked with the two remaining agents. Immediately, another manpower was deployed to conduct a search in the vicinity, but of course there was no result. The original agent who had been in the back all the way back to the real situation and belonged to Ye Lian's group had completely lost his target at this time.

Jia Ming left a ten-minute countdown, and no one knew what he would do. As a police officer, he naturally thought that he had more than 20 people on his side. With light and heavy weapons in this city, the world is invincible. But the agents didn't think so. However, no matter how much the two sides have estimated the enemy's strength. They have to do things at the moment, that is to say, there are two roads before them, one is to **** Ying Zifeng to the Public Security Bureau, and the other is to **** him to the hiding place of agents. And because the agents belonging to Ying Haisheng were already on the road, they also decided to concentrate all their strengths and send Ying Zifeng to the Public Security Bureau first. Then, if the other party could take the entire Municipal Public Security Bureau alone-eh, Such an idea is actually meaningless ...

The convoy drove on the highway, and after a few minutes, merged with several bullet-proof vehicles driven by agents, transferred Ying Zifeng up, and sat on the back seat of the vehicle. Ying Zifeng, who was covered with blood, shivered. Only then did he react slightly: "He will come ... He will come ... Where are we now, when is it ... I asked what time ..."

Grabbed an agent's watch and watched the time, then asked with a trembling: "A few minutes have passed? A few minutes have passed?" Looking out the window desperately, the next agent comforted: "It's all right, Mr. Ying, I promise it's okay. You look at us before and after, and he didn't do it just now. It can be seen that he is not targeting you, or ... "

"It's okay! What's okay! Ah?" Ying Zifeng, who was blood-red, almost cried. "He's not here to kill me yet? He's not here to kill me! Isn't he against you? We are all around us ... what about the roadside, those on the roadside are also ours !? "

The pedestrian pointing at the roadside yelled, he was caught in this hysterical state, and there was nothing he could do about it. In addition, he was a little hesitant about the ten-minute deadline. At this time, he was paying attention to the situation on the roadside. The convoy turned to the next intersection, the tower building, and the driver in the front police car suddenly lowered his head and looked at the sky: "What's that ..."

The front and back policemen shoved the bullets in full, raised their heads and looked at them. The first place appeared was a small pink dot that gradually grew larger.

"Plastic bags ..."

"No, it seems like ... a plane ..."

"Remote control aircraft ..."

With a high degree of vigilance, people in the vehicles before and after the car also saw that the sky was wrong. One, two, three ... more than dozens of toy remote control helicopters lined up in a queue, "buzzing" Fly over to the team.

Among bulletproof cars. Ying Zifeng opened his mouth and looked down at the remotely controlled aircraft of various colors, his eyes widened: "Here it is, he's here ..." While he said, he flew towards the door, "He came Now ... let me out! I do n’t want to be here, I do n’t want to die in a car, it ’s not safe here— "

"That's just a remote-controlled aircraft ..."

Agents blocked him, at the same time. Four police cars stopped by the roadside. A total of 20 police officers rushed to the sides of the road with guns. This road was not prosperous and there were not many pedestrians on the roadside. When they saw this scene like an anti-terrorist movie, they were subconscious. Run away quickly.

The police stared at the floors on both sides, looking for targets. The snipers opened the roof and the helicopter circled over the convoy.

At that moment, Ying Zifeng opened the car door hysterically and jumped out under the obstruction of the agent.

"He's on the top ..." A policeman across the street spoke to the intercom. The muzzle is raised. Pointed above the building here.

A dark shadow stood on the edge of the building, looking at the convoy down the street.

Struggling a few times, Ying Zifeng got up from the ground, and the agents behind him chased.

The first RC plane fell off and hit the window of a police car driving ahead.

Top floor.

Direct sunlight, he took a step back, let go of the complicated remote control in his hand, looked at the blue sky, and exhaled a long breath: "Almost ..."

The river of time seemed to be blocked by this sigh for a moment, over the street. The hovering remote-controlled aircraft began to fall downwards, and an innumerable amount of light followed these toys. Someone began to issue a command: "Shot, destroy those toys." Ying Zifeng, who had rushed out of the carriage, was caught by the agent and struggled hard.

Then ... the explosion overturned the police car!

The remote-controlled plane fell to the ground, and a violent explosion exploded in an instant, and the waves rolled. They overturned the car. Some police cars were suddenly pushed out of the flames. The billowing smoke filled the street. Ying Zifeng, who was completely at a loss and panicked, broke away from others and rushed to the place he thought was safe in the air ...

In the building, palms clapping the handrails, Jia Ming walked down the corridor, humming an unknown melody in his mouth.

At the same time, Ying Zifeng rushed into the building still under renovation.

"Tear gas!"

"Save people quickly--"

"Catch him! Catch him! See the suspect shoot out immediately and kill him on the spot ..."

Seeing from the sky, the smoke was rolling on the road in the middle of the two rows of buildings, and the flames were burning on the exploding cars. All the vehicles were horizontal and vertical. There was chaos. The agents chased Ying Zifeng towards the building. Began to rescue people in the smoke, more police rushed towards the building with guns.

run! run! run!

Perhaps it was frightened by the hint of Jia Ming's death, but also scared of potential. Ying Zifeng ran frantically in the undecorated building. There is nothing in the hall, corridor, room that can stop him from escaping. At this moment, he just wanted to escape the chasing footsteps behind him and find a place to hide. The flesh and mucus covered with head and face seemed to tell him that even if there were many people, it was meaningless.

The rear agent reached out and grabbed it several times, but he failed to catch him.

Wooden frames, plastic buckets, cardboard boxes, and abandoned lunch boxes, the crowd chased across the corridor, and finally, Ying Zifeng stepped on a steel pipe, suddenly slipped, his body fluttered towards the ground. The rear agent leapt forward and threw him to the ground: "Mr. Ying, we are now ..."

tread--

The foot sounded at the entrance of the corridor in front, and the figure pulled a rope and dropped to the ground.

Ying Zifeng lying on the ground looked up, and the agent who caught him also looked up and raised his gun at the same time.

Several agents in the rear chased up different weapons in their hands. Then, a fierce gunshot rang through the building.

The flames splattered and the smoke filled, and a mirror placed in the dark there shattered into powder in the sound of crazy gunfire. The next moment, blood splashed over Ying Zifeng's body again. "what--"

In the shooting on both sides of the corridor, Ying Zifeng climbed up desperately. He rushed back in the direction he was in, and when passing by several agents, a man shot backwards from a gun, looking almost the same speed as he was running, and he could even see the man flying slightly in the air. Winking action with twisted expression.

The agents were left to shoot at Death, and he yelled out of the corridor. Several people in the hall in front of him seemed to see him and rushed towards him. He showed a horrified expression, slammed his body, and fell to the ground. The next moment, he frantically struggled to get up, ran to the other direction of no one, and pain in his shoulder came. I don't know if it was a stray bullet or a hole that penetrated his shoulders. He shook his body and continued to run furiously. In front of him, it was the stairs leading to the second floor ...

At least this time. He had been scared by the bursting human body and blood.

This is unspeakable confusion.

As the gunman moved forward in the building. With the sound of gunfire, the flowers of death are constantly blooming. Here, the number can no longer represent the advantage. When the precise marksmanship and sensitive response are exerted to the extreme, he becomes a **** of death, any object that moves in his field of vision. All were destroyed in the first place, and the stairwell collapsed with the explosion in the crossfire. Most of the police were blocked below. Without support, the fire and explosion on the second floor suddenly subsided. Ying Zifeng hit a shot on his leg and leaned against the corridor. He clenched his teeth to prevent himself from screaming. In the sound of footsteps, the figure at one end of the corridor suddenly suddenly appear. He was then hit by a bullet and flew out. He looked back, the nightmare figure holding a gun in his hand. Come slowly.

"what……"

In the hoarse cry, Ying Zifeng crawled on the ground struggling to the fork in the T-shaped corridor. A grenade was thrown out of Jiaming's hand, and the other end of the corridor exploded with a billowing air wave, and the flame marked that side as a restricted area. Ying Zifeng turned the corner and crawled toward the third corridor.

Outside, in the rough streets, a person in charge of the police station instructed others to climb to the second floor, listening to the explosion and wiping the cold sweat on his forehead: "I don't know what's going on ... the second son of the family ... Who the **** did you mess with ... "

Blood spewed from the thighs, and a long bloodline was drawn on the ground. Ying Zifeng crawled to a point of weakness, listening to the heels of the rear: "Ten minutes have passed, are you ready?"

"Don't kill me ... don't kill me ..."

He raised a gun and smiled, "Things like drug trafficking can be shot. You want me not to kill you. The girl just disturbed your interest in prostitutes. Why wouldn't you want to stop killing her ..."

"Do not kill me……"

Crawling forward on the ground, Ying Zifeng could only say this sentence with trembling. Suddenly, the muzzle at the rear was raised, and a figure appeared at the end of the corridor. He raised his hand to show his friendliness as much as possible. At the same time, several figures appeared beside him, and the muzzle was also pointed at him.

"Don't be impulsive, I just want to talk, try to find one ... a solution ..." The man sighed as he walked forward, "I think this thing is already too loud ..."

"Uncle Fang ..." Ying Zi looked at the figure who came over for a long while, and finally murmured a word.

"I killed him and solved it."

"You know it's not that simple."

The voice of the conversation reminded me that in the corridor, Ying Zifeng suddenly seemed to have strength again, and crawled forward madly: "Uncle Fang helps! Uncle Fang ..." At this time he was as fragile as a child, even in his own home Fang's family is not very enthusiastic, even if his opponent's sky does not have much affection, but the presence of the awakened leader of Yan and Huang here can indeed give people great courage. Approaching Ying Zifeng, Fang Zhitian held out his left hand: "Give me your hand ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ I will save you."

Ying Zifeng, who crawled on the ground, stretched out his right hand and held it up.

Fang Zhitian put his right hand behind him, and when he took it out again, he raised a half-meter-long sharp saber, and the knife light flew across the air.

"what--"

The heartbreaking cry sounded in the corridor. This was not the first time Ying Zifeng shouted out today, but it was definitely the one he felt the most painful. The blood spurted out, and Ying Zifeng's right hand broke with his elbows at this moment.

"So you have to give me some talking chips ..."

From reaching his hand to waving his sword to cutting off his arm stiffly, this middle-aged man with great power didn't even blink his eyes. After muttering this sentence in his mouth, he cut the broken arm in his hand. He gave the knife to Cui Guohua behind him, and then kicked Ying Zifeng with a kick. While Ye Lian wrapped his broken arm for the howling Ying Zifeng, he looked up.

"You know, it's very difficult for me to get this look today." The middle-aged man smiled. "However, I want to say that there is no real bottom line and there is a possibility of recovery. So ... I want to talk about ... "