"Fuck!" Yu Yan cursed on the intercom, "This can make him run away, what are you doing for food!"

The policemen upstairs who were "unfavorable" felt terribly wronged. When they heard this accusation, they just wanted to shout downstairs, "You can do it, you can do it." They didn't dare to fight back. The elderly soldiers who were full of fighting spirit were not polite at all.

, an old man held up a big broom and smashed it all over his head and face.

"Are you police officers doing your job all day long? If you have the ability to catch Bin Laden, then you know how to persecute the common people!"

"Uncle, please put down your weapons first, and if you have something to say, please speak up...stop fighting! It's obviously you who are persecuting the police!"

The suspect who jumped out of the window was unshaven and had a wrinkled face. He seemed to be in his sixties, but he was unusually agile.

Instead of falling freely, he grabbed the window lattice and swung like a monkey, throwing himself onto the crown of a big tree in the community. He curled up his limbs and protected his head and face with his hands, and his fall was cushioned by dead branches.

Before they reached the bottom, the other person suddenly opened up in mid-air, grabbed the tree trunk with both hands, and jumped directly over the heads of the flightless policemen!

"Chase!" Yu Yan picked up his baton, "Go around to the front and intercept him!"

The environment here is not like the time when I was chasing the qigong master - there are no small alleys here, and there are smooth and wide roads leading out of the residential area.

Thanks to modern technology, no matter how good his qinggonggong is, as long as there is no place to drill, he will never be able to outrun a car.

Several police cars came around in response, their sirens blaring sharply. They were intercepted in front and pursued by soldiers behind.

A sinister look flashed across the hunted suspect's face. Suddenly, he turned around in the air and swung something toward Yu Yan, who was pursuing him.

Yu Yan only saw his movements, not what the other party threw. But at that moment, an unprecedented sense of crisis hit him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and there was only one thought left in his mind: It's over.

cold.

At this moment, a hand suddenly touched his back and pushed him down violently. Yu Zheng, who was rushing forward, was unsteady and almost fell down. At the same time, something rubbed the back of his head.

Yes, there was a "ding" sound!

Yu Yan staggered a few steps, his knees softened and he knelt on the ground, looking back in shock.

The person who pushed him down with a slap was Yan Hao. Yan Hao was holding a black iron rod in his hand. On the iron rod were several small flying knives that shone with cold light. The suspects just said hello to him.

of!

Yan Hao didn't have time to talk to him. He caught up with the suspect after several ups and downs. The other party repeated his old tricks. With his hand open, there was a sharp whistling sound in the wind, and another flying knife!

Yan Hao waved the strange iron rod in his hand into a windshield wiper, turning it so tightly that it almost became an afterimage. Those small flying knives were once again attracted by the strange stick in his hand. Yan Hao took two steps forward.

After catching up with the suspect, he turned around and swept his legs. The suspect's expression changed. In order to avoid it, he jumped up suddenly, not noticing that there was a thick branch above his head.

The suspect jumped up and bumped into him, causing a concussion on the spot. He didn't even make a sound and fainted on the ground.

The police officers who arrived: "..."

The big tree trembled.

The reason why traditional Qing Gong is unscientific is that there is no systematic training in traffic rules before practice, and there is no safety foundation to teach disciples to "see six directions and listen to all directions". If you run so fast, you have to climb up a ladder if you have nothing to do.

Can there be no "car accident"?

Among those Qinggong masters who come and go, who has never bumped their heads several times? It’s just that in order to maintain the image of immortality, everyone keeps it secret from outsiders.

The police swarmed up and handcuffed the suspect.

"There is something in the pocket...wait a minute, this is...my mother!" Several policemen searched the suspect's body and found a dozen small scalpel blades, all of which were installed in a child's toy-like device.

In the launcher, if you press the switch, the sharp blade will be launched, which is very lethal in a short distance. "Lao Yu, you are very tough."

"Thank you," Yu Yan, whose feet were still a little weak, limped over and patted Yan Hao's shoulder with a wry smile, "Why are you here?"

Yan Hao buzzed like a mosquito: "Gang Leader Yang asked me to come. They said these people may have something to do with the Demon Cult, and they are worried that you may be in danger."

"Huh..." Yu Yan, who was almost cold, was still scared and out of breath. He put his hands on his knees. He arched his waist and looked sideways at the iron rod in Yan Hao's hand, "You...

What kind of kung fu is it? Is it internal strength? Can you still hold a knife?"

Masters are among the people, and real people don’t show their faces!

Yu Yan couldn't help but stand in awe.

Yan Hao replied coyly: "A magnet."

Yu Yan: "..."

"Specialized in detecting concealed weapons," Yan Hao said awkwardly, "I'm a little short-sighted and have astigmatism... I play computer games, so I can't see clearly when others find concealed weapons."

Officer Yu's head lifted up between his arms fell down, and he thought to himself: "You guys from a well-known and decent family are finally done."

A colleague ran over: "Brother Yu! Are you okay? Hey, what should I do with this suspect? He knocked himself into a concussion. Should he be taken back or sent to the hospital?"

"Forget it," Yu Yan stood up straight in pain, thinking, "It's enough anyway, the Demon Cult's are just as good as them."

"First..." Yu Yan glanced down and suddenly froze, "Wait a minute."

He got closer to the unconscious suspect and found a small bulge on the man's temple - like the wrinkled skin on his fingertips after being soaked in water for a long time.

Yu Yan went over to observe for a moment, put on his gloves, carefully picked up the piece of skin, and actually tore off a layer of skin from the suspect's face!

It is a very thin film, made of plastic or silicone, with realistic age spots and wrinkles on it, but it is not like the "human/skin/face/tool" in the TV series that can be peeled off in its entirety.

It's like a spring cake skin - it's made up of small pieces, and the shape of each piece has been cut very finely. The splicing locations are where wrinkles and muscle faults are prone to occur on the human face, leaving a line.

Natural ravines, you can’t even feel anything strange about them!

Under the mask, there is the face of a mature man. The skin is torn by the mask and is a little red, and the facial features have a fierce look.

With such a face, no one would dare to tell him in detail when asking for directions, but as soon as he put on the mask, he immediately transformed into a kind-hearted old man, and it was especially easy to gain the trust of his "peers".

"You have to check if this person has a criminal record when you go back," Yu Yan sighed softly, "These people from the Demon Cult have so many tricks."

At the same time, in another residential area in Yanning City, a minibus stopped in the shade of a tree, and a young man got out of the car. It was Xu Shaowen who picked up Mr. Zhou.

This time, they were obviously more careful. The minibus was replaced by a low-key minibus, which did not dare to park in crowded places. A fake tour group logo was also painted on the bus to conceal it from others.

The driver pressed the brim of his hat and said behind Xu Shaowen: "I told you before, the water flows slowly, don't be too greedy, be careful when selecting people, and have fewer people. When the training is completed, let these people run errands and spread the net for us."

, don’t take so many people to the base, the base is a place to train the backbone - you have to make money to take away so many people at once! It’s okay this time, have you alerted the police?”

"Do you think I want to serve so many old men and women? It's not because this year's target has not been completed! It's the New Year, otherwise what should I do?" Xu Shaowen's face turned cold, "Those who work in small places can easily

We are developing believers in each village. Who knows the competitive pressure in our big cities? In one area alone, there are two people selling health care products and one practicing qigong. Even acupuncture and weight loss have begun to shout slogans to attract people. The rent is too damn expensive.

!I heard that those losers from the Chunzi Department were all taken over soon after they arrived in Yanning... Sigh, I almost want to switch gears. This is the last order of the year. I did the math, and this time I got a full car.

, we have completed the task - someone is coming!"

Elderly people usually rush early rather than late. Before the appointed time, people were already crowded.

Xu Shaowen received them one by one with a smile. This time, he also gave each elderly person an extra small flag and a little red riding hood. It really looked like a regular tour group.

"Slow down, there is water in the car... I believe our ten-day journey will be very enjoyable. Not only can we enjoy the beautiful scenery, but we can also get nourishment for our souls... Hey, uncle, you are..."

Xu Shaowen supported the last old man who got on the bus and looked at this unfamiliar face with some confusion: "Have you come to our activities before?"

The old man was leaning on a cane, huddled into a small ball, looking at him somewhat bewilderedly.

An old man who got on the bus earlier quickly poked his head out of the car: "I brought him Lao Yang. We used to play chess together. He really can't live at home, so he is sleeping on the street. I think he is pitiful, so I

I brought him with me."

Xu Shaowen frowned slightly.

"Xiao Xu, please bring one more person with you. Lao Yang either has no money or no means. He is over ninety and too old. When the hotel looks at his ID card, he will first ask where his family is. When he hears that he has no family, it is not right.

If you dare to receive us, you will call the police."

When Xu Shaowen heard about his age, he smacked his tongue in his heart. Even the hotel didn't want to accept him, and their cult organization didn't want to accept him either! He couldn't catch his breath and his posture was wrong, so he might have passed. What do these old guys want to do with such a big life? Cultivate to become a spirit.

What?

Just as he was thinking about how to find a reason to refuse, Lao Yang quickly took out a paper bag and stuffed it into his arms, and said eagerly: "I just took it out when I queued up at the bank this morning. Lao Feng said I was blocking it because he was afraid you wouldn't want me.

I took a little more, a total of one hundred thousand yuan, young man, please take me one."

Xu Shaowen's ears twitched and he turned around to look at the driver.

The driver nodded gently to him. The extra 60,000 yuan could be split in half by the two of them, which would be used as overtime pay.

Xu Shaowen pretended to hesitate, and after a long time, he reluctantly nodded: "This is really against the rules... Oh, I see how pitiful you are, okay, I will take on this responsibility!"

Lao Yang tremblingly held his hand and got into the car.

"Ninety," Xu Shaowen's palms were warm and strong, and he lifted Lao Yang into the car lightly as if he were lifting a light object. Out of professional habit, he said casually, "If my grandpa

I should be like you when I'm still alive. I used to love listening to his talk. It's been almost a century. He knows everything that happened and never gets tired of hearing it. Your family really doesn't know how to cherish it."

Lao Yang was stunned for a moment. In an instant, the slightly pleading look on his face disappeared, his eyelids drooped, and his eyes were a little helpless.

A minibus loaded with "Old Red Riding Hood" cars, bearing the sign of "Sunset Red Tour Group", quietly blended into the traffic and left Yanning City. A somewhat worn-out car followed silently behind.

Yu Lanchuan, who was in a company meeting to discuss the contract, finished explaining the last risk point and saw the WeChat message from Han Dongsheng on his mobile phone: "I'm following them."

"Roger it." Yu Lanchuan quickly replied to the message by holding up the coffee cup, "The locator is installed, and someone from the Beggar Clan is also watching."

Han Dongsheng was a little worried: "Master Xiao Yu, what if they have a master in charge? Gang Leader Yang is so old, I really don't feel confident about starting a fight with others now. Can you really not issue an order to lead the alliance?"

While Yu Lanchuan was reading WeChat, he was still debating with colleagues in the company: "Solving the problem is a matter for the relevant business departments. The risk control department only gives risk warnings. Concealing the equity holdings on behalf of the shareholders is a legal risk. What did I say wrong?"

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To be continued...