"You … can you still run?"
That simple punch brought about an unbelievably huge impact. The door on that side of the car caved in with a whoosh. The entire car seemed to have been swung by a sledgehammer that weighed several tons. With a loud bang, the car swung to the side. The glass on all sides was smashed into pieces by this violent impact. The pieces of glass rained down on everyone's faces.
When Jiaming leaned on the broken window and smiled at the inside and said those words, Ying Zifeng looked at the figure, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.
Although he also knew that some people, who trained their strength to the limit, could barely achieve the effect in front of him, but they definitely did not have such a thunderous impact.
Ying Zifeng was scared out of his wits, but the few people next to him reacted after a brief moment of shock. The moment before they turned their muzzles to Jiaming, Jiaming's two hands holding guns suddenly reached in through the window and pressed on the heads of the two people next to him.
Bang!
Blood spilled all over the car.
At close range, Jiaming's modified large-caliber pistol's destructive power was maximized. The two people's heads and shoulders exploded, and flesh and blood splattered all over the people next to them. Ying Zifeng's body was covered in blood and minced meat. At this time, he just stared blankly at Jiaming's muzzle, his teeth chattering. He raised his left hand and patted his body, but the blood stained his palm, and no matter how hard he patted, he could not get it off. It seemed that he was about to lose his mind.
Hundreds of people at the entrance of the market looked at the scene in a daze. Unknowingly, it had become as quiet as the night.
The next moment, the bullets on the ground created sparks. On the road further away, more than 20 police cars turned the corner and rushed over. A sniper leaned out from the roof of the car and aimed at this side. Jiaming lowered his head, and a bullet whizzed past his head. His two guns were aimed at Ying Zifeng in the car. The other two surviving agents did not dare to move.
"Why are you running so fast? I've always wanted to talk to you …"
Jiaming tapped the pistol on Ying Zifeng's head twice. Then, his smile faded. "You have ten minutes to make arrangements."
After saying this, he took two steps back, then turned around and rushed into the chaotic crowd in the market, disappearing without a trace in a moment. In the chaos of the fleeing crowd, more than 20 police cars finally approached the blood-stained taxi.
As Fang Zhitian watched this scene on the car television, he closed his eyes with a headache. Then, he let out a long sigh of relief, "Fortunately … he wants to talk …"
Another person sitting next to Ying Zifeng finished speaking in a low voice. He frowned and leaned over again, "I'm afraid … it's hard to say. He said that he would give Ying Zifeng ten minutes to make arrangements for his funeral. It's possible that he wanted to make Ying Zifeng feel greater fear. Ying Zifeng, he … he's pretty much scared out of his wits now …"
"Uh …" Fang Zhitian was stunned. "Ten minutes … Where is he now?"
*****
No one knew where Jiaming was.
When the 20 police cars arrived, they dragged Ying Zifeng out of the car in a semi-demented state. After talking to the remaining two agents, they immediately sent other people behind to start searching the area. However, naturally, there was no result.
The agent belonging to Ye Lian's team, who had been following behind and reporting the situation, had completely lost track of their target.
Jiaming left a countdown of ten minutes. No one knew what he would do. As the police, they naturally thought that they were invincible in the city with more than 20 cars of people armed with light and heavy weapons. However, the agents did not think so.
However, no matter how big the difference in the enemy's strength was, they still had to do something. In other words, there were two paths in front of them. One was to escort Ying Zifeng to the Public Security Bureau, and the other was to escort him to the hiding place of the agents.
Since the agents belonging to Ying Haisheng were already on the way, they decided to concentrate all their forces and send Ying Zifeng to the Public Security Bureau first. If the other party could take out the entire Public Security Bureau by himself … Uh, this idea was actually meaningless …
The motorcade drove onto the road. A few minutes later, they met up with several bulletproof cars driven by agents and transferred Ying Zifeng. Just now, Ying Zifeng, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, was trembling and covered in blood. At this moment, he finally reacted. "He will come … He will come … Where are we now? What time is it … I asked what time it is …"
He grabbed an agent's watch and looked at the time, then asked in a trembling voice, "How many minutes have passed?
How many minutes have passed? "
He desperately looked out the window. The agent next to him comforted him. "It's okay, Mr. Ying. I promise it's okay. You see, there are our people in front and behind. He didn't make a move just now, so he's not targeting you, or …"
"What do you mean it's okay?
What do you mean it's okay?
Huh? "Ying Zifeng, who was covered in blood, was almost crying." Isn't he here to kill me?
Isn't he here to kill me?
If he's not targeting me, is he targeting you?!
Our people are all around … What about the roadside? Those people on the roadside are also our people?! "
He pointed at the pedestrians on the roadside and shouted. He was in such a hysterical state, and the others couldn't do anything about it. Plus, they were also a little nervous about the ten-minute deadline. At this time, they were all paying attention to the situation on the roadside.
The motorcade turned at the next intersection. Between the towering buildings, the driver of the police car at the front suddenly lowered his head and looked at the sky. "What is that …"
The policemen in the front and back rows uniformly loaded their guns and looked up. The first thing that appeared was a small pink dot, which gradually became bigger.
"Plastic bag …"
"No, it looks like … an airplane …"
"A remote control airplane …"
Under the high vigilance, the people in the cars at the front and back also noticed that something was wrong in the sky above the street. One, two, three … More than ten toy remote control helicopters were lined up in a row and flew toward the motorcade.
In the bulletproof car, Ying Zifeng opened his mouth and looked down at the colorful remote control aircraft. His eyes widened. "He's here, he's here …" As he said that, he suddenly rushed toward the car door. "He's here … Let me out!
I don't want to die here, I don't want to die in the car, it's not safe here — — "
"Those are just remote control planes …"
The agent blocked him. At the same time, four police cars stopped on the roadside. A total of 20 policemen rushed to both sides of the road with guns. This road was not very busy, and there were not many pedestrians on the roadside. When they saw this scene that was like an anti-terrorist movie, they subconsciously ran away.
The policemen looked at the buildings on both sides, looking for the target. The snipers opened the roof of the car and the helicopters hovered above the motorcade.
At that moment, Ying Zifeng hysterically opened the car door and jumped out of the car with the help of the agents blocking his way.
"He's on the roof …" A policeman on the opposite side of the street said into the walkie-talkie. He raised the muzzle and pointed it at the top of the building.
A black shadow stood on the edge of the building and looked down at the motorcade on the street below.
After struggling for a while, Ying Zifeng got up from the ground and the agent behind him chased after him.
The first remote control plane fell and smashed into the window of the police car in front.
On the top floor.
The sun shone directly. He took a step back and let go of the complicated remote control in his hand. He looked at the blue sky and let out a long sigh, "It's about time …"
The river of time seemed to be blocked by this sigh for a moment. Above the street, the hovering remote control planes began to fall down. Countless eyes followed these toys. Someone began to give orders, "Shoot, shoot those toys." Ying Zifeng, who had rushed out of the car, was pulled back by the agent and he struggled with all his might.
Then … the explosion overturned the police car!
The remote control planes fell to the ground and violent explosions followed in an instant. The shockwaves rolled and overturned the cars. Some of the moving police cars were suddenly pushed out. In the midst of the flames, billowing smoke filled the street.
Ying Zifeng, who was completely confused and panicked, broke free from the pull of others and rushed to the place he thought was safe …
Inside the building, Jia Ming slapped his palm on the handrail as he walked down the stairs, humming an unknown melody.
At the same time, Ying Zifeng rushed into the building that was still under renovation.
"Tear gas!"
"Help —"
"Catch him!
Catch him!
Shoot immediately when you see the suspect, kill him on the spot … "
Looking from the sky, the road between the two rows of buildings was filled with billowing smoke and dust. Flames were ignited on the cars that had exploded. All the cars were in disarray and chaos. The agents chased after Ying Zifeng and rushed into the building. Some of them immediately began to rescue people in the smoke. Even more policemen rushed into the building with guns.
*****
Run!
Run!
Run!
Perhaps he was scared out of his wits by the hint of Jiaming's death, but at the same time, he was scared out of his wits. Ying Zifeng ran madly in the unfinished building. Hall, corridor, room, nothing could stop his determination to escape. At this moment, he only wanted to escape from the footsteps behind him and find a place to hide. The flesh and blood scattered all over his face and body seemed to be telling him that even if there were more people, it was meaningless.
The agents behind him stretched out their hands several times, but they couldn't catch him.
Wooden shelves, plastic buckets, cardboard boxes, abandoned lunch boxes, the crowd chased through the corridors. Finally, Ying Zifeng stepped on a steel pipe and suddenly slipped. His body fell to the ground.
The agents behind him jumped and threw him to the ground, "Mr. Ying, we are now …"
Thud —
The sound of footsteps could be heard. At the entrance of the corridor, a figure pulled a rope and landed on the ground.
Ying Zifeng, who was lying on the ground, raised his head. The agent who caught him also raised his head at the same time and raised his gun.
Several agents who were chasing from behind raised their weapons.
Then, violent gunshots rang out throughout the building.
Sparks flew and smoke filled the air. A mirror placed in a dark corner shattered into powder in the crazy gunshots. The next moment, blood splashed all over Ying Zifeng's body again.
"Ah —"
While the two sides of the corridor were shooting at each other, Ying Zifeng desperately got up and rushed back in the direction he came from. As he ran past a few agents, one of them was shot and flew backward. It seemed that the speed of his running was almost the same as the speed of his running. He could even clearly see the man's slight blinking and distorted expression as he flew through the air.
Leaving the agents to shoot at the grim reaper, he shouted and rushed out of the corridor. In the hall ahead, several figures seemed to have seen him and were about to rush toward him. He showed a terrified expression and suddenly froze. He fell to the ground, but the next moment, he struggled madly to get up and ran in another direction where there was no one. A sharp pain came from his shoulder. He didn't know if it was a stray bullet or something else that had pierced through his shoulder blade. His body swayed and continued to run for his life. In front of him was the stairs leading to the second floor …
At least at this moment, he had been scared out of his wits by the exploded body and the blood all over his body.
This was an indescribable chaos.
As the gun-wielding figure moved forward in the building, in the bursts of gunshots, the flowers of death continued to bloom. In this place, the number of people no longer represented an advantage. When precise marksmanship and sensitive reaction were used to the extreme, he became the grim reaper. Any object that moved back and forth in his vision was destroyed in the first moment. With the explosion in the crossfire, the stairwell collapsed, blocking most of the police below.
Without reinforcements, the gunfire and explosions on the second floor abruptly subsided. Ying Zifeng was shot in the leg. He leaned against the side of the corridor and gritted his teeth to prevent himself from screaming. Amidst the sound of footsteps, a figure suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor and was then sent flying by the bullet. He turned around and saw the nightmarish figure slowly walking over with a gun in his hand.
"Ah …"
With a hoarse cry, Ying Zifeng struggled to crawl to the fork in the T-shaped corridor.
A grenade was thrown from Jiaming's hand. The other end of the corridor exploded with billowing waves. The flames marked that side as a forbidden area.
Ying Zifeng turned the corner and desperately crawled toward the direction of the third corridor.
In the chaotic street outside, a person in charge of the police station directed the others to climb up to the second floor. Hearing the explosion, he wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. "I don't know what happened … That Ying family's second young master … Who exactly did he offend …"
Blood gushed out from his thigh, drawing a long line of blood on the ground. Ying Zifeng crawled until he was exhausted. He heard the footsteps behind him. "Ten minutes have passed. Are you ready?"
"Don't kill me … Don't kill me …"
The gun-wielding figure smiled. "Drug trafficking is punishable by death. You want me to not kill you? That girl only disturbed your mood of finding a prostitute. Why don't you want to not kill her …"
"Don't kill me …"
Crawling forward on the ground, Ying Zifeng could only say this sentence with his whole body trembling.
Suddenly, the gun behind him was raised. A figure appeared at the end of the corridor. He raised his hand, trying to be friendly. At the same time, several figures appeared beside him, also aiming their guns at him.
"Don't be impulsive. I just want to talk and try to find … a solution …" The person walked forward and sighed. "I think this matter has already become too big …"
"Uncle Fang …" Ying Zifeng looked at the approaching figure for a long time. Finally, he muttered a word.
"I'll kill him and solve it."
"You know it's not that simple."
The conversation sounded in the corridor. Ying Zifeng suddenly seemed to have regained his strength. He frantically crawled forward. "Uncle Fang, save me!
Uncle Fang … "He was as weak as a child. Even though his family and Fang Zhitian weren't very close, and even though he didn't have much of a good impression of him, the appearance of this Yanhuang Awakening leader could indeed give people great courage.
Approaching Ying Zifeng, Fang Zhitian stretched out his left hand. "Give me your hand. I'll save you."
Crawling on the ground, Ying Zifeng stretched out his right hand and grasped it.
Fang Zhitian put his right hand behind his back. When he took it out again, he raised a sharp military knife half a meter long. The knife cut through the air.
"Ah —"
A heart-wrenching cry of pain sounded in the corridor. This wasn't the first time Ying Zifeng screamed today, but it was definitely the most painful he'd ever felt.
Blood spurted out. Ying Zifeng's right hand was cut off at the elbow.
"So you have to give me some bargaining chips first …"
From the moment he stretched out his hand, to the moment he swung his blade, to the moment he chopped off the arm, this middle-aged man who held great power didn't even blink his eyes. After he finished muttering these words, he handed the broken arm and blade to Cui Guohua behind him, then kicked Ying Zifeng away.
Ye Lian looked up as he bandaged the howling Ying Zifeng's broken arm.
"You know, it's very difficult for me to make things like this today."
The middle-aged man smiled. "However, I want to say that we haven't really reached the bottom line. There's still a possibility of redemption.
So … I want to talk … "
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