Inside the grain station.

Brother Dan, the God of War, Nan Zheng, and two other brothers from Rongfu rushed into the corridor together and ran to the innermost room.

Outside the door.

The driver who drove for Brother Dan and others lowered his head and picked up the cigarette box, he heard a motor sound coming from behind the vehicle.

"brush!"

The driver turned around in an instant and saw a dazzling light coming from the windshield behind the windshield.

"Bang, bang!"

Immediately afterwards, a muffled sound came out, and a cart truck behind it roared and hit the rear of the van. The driver suddenly shook his body forward and his head hit the steering wheel.

"Bang, bang!"

The back door of the cargo truck was pushed open, and more than a dozen young men holding machetes, draft handles and steel pipes rushed down like hungry wolves, and instantly surrounded the van.

"Fuck your mom, kill him!"

"get off!"

"Take it down for him!"

"Bang, bang bang!"

More than a dozen people rushed up and beat and smashed the van. The driver in the car glanced around with blood on his forehead, grabbed the pistol in his right hand and rushed to the outside of the car. After the gunshots, the crowd temporarily dispersed, but soon the young man with a gun in his hand also collided in the cab of the van.

More than ten seconds ago.

"Bang!"

Brother Dan kicked open the door of the innermost room in the corridor, quickly glanced inside, and immediately turned around and said, "No one?"

Nan Zheng was stunned and waved his hand and greeted: "Let's go!"

At this moment, gunfire from the outdoors came into the house. Bo Bo immediately reached out to stop the person behind and shouted, "Things are wrong!"

"Crash!"

Nan Zheng, who had a tacit understanding with Bo Bo, ran forward for two consecutive steps, lowered his head and opened the door of another house with one shot: "There are windows here!"

After the words came, the five people turned around and entered the house, and fierce footsteps came from both ends of the corridor.

"Run through the window!" Nan Zheng shouted at the door.

"The old man is still outside!" Brother Dan rushed to the windowsill and shouted without hesitation: "Go back to save him!"

outdoor.

After a hurry, the driver, nicknamed the old man, drove a van with two tires broken and rushed forward for more than ten meters. The body of the car lost balance and hit the wall with difficulty in control.

"Bang!"

The old man pushed open the car door and as soon as he stepped down, he was shot in his leg. Then six or seven people rushed up, took the manuscript handle and a knife, and slapped him hard.

"Fuck your mother, set it up for him!" A man with scars on his face shouted with a knife in his hand.

"Kang Kang Kang Kang Kang Kang!"

At this critical moment, after Brother Dan and others ran out of the window, they rushed to the door as soon as possible. After spearing the crowd, Nan Zheng pulled the old man from the ground with one hand and put it on his shoulder.

"Let's go, let's go, Brother Dan!" Bo Bo pulled Brother Dan, who was already red-eyed, and shouted continuously.

After saying that, the group ran out of the yard in a panic, and Brother Dan was also shot in the arm in order to cover Nan Zheng.

The other end.

In the municipal bureau, He Weixu stared at him for a long time, and finally dialed a phone number with the notes "Political Commissar Lao Zhang".

"Hey?" Political Commissar Zhang quickly answered the phone.

“Where is it?”

"I feel uncomfortable, what's wrong with it at home?"

"The city is going to hold a temporary meeting. You come back and let's go there?" He Weixu looked at the photo of him and Political Commissar Zhang when he was young, and replied in a daze.

"!" Political Commissar Zhang was silent on the other end of the phone for more than ten seconds before responding with a smile: "Okay, then I'll go there later!"

He Weixu stared at the photo and added again: "Come back, I'll accompany you to the city!"

"!" Political Commissar Zhang paused for a while and nodded and responded: "Okay!"

After saying that, the two hung up their phones.

In the city, in a luxurious apartment, Political Commissar Zhang, who has been called "second brother" by Shen Jinhong, Bai Tao and others, sat alone on the sofa, looking down at his phone and silently.

Just over twenty minutes ago, he learned from some relationships that Lao Tong and others from the Tourism Bureau had been called away by the procuratorate, and Li Yuhua was also ready to leave for Beijing. Political Commissar Zhang, who had worked in the system for half his life, naturally it was not difficult to analyze from this information that his Li Yuhua faction might face a major disaster.

But in this disaster caused by Secretary Ma's counterattack, Political Commissar Zhang may not be able to say what the final result will be, but if he stays, he will definitely be the abandoned part.

The second brother was not going to sit and wait for death. He had a private account abroad and contained a large amount of embezzlement money, which was enough for him to live for the rest of his life. Now the family must have been targeted by the procuratorate and the bureau, so he didn't care about his wife and children for the time being, and he was just going to leave first.

"Bang!"

After putting the phone in his pocket, the second brother lifted up the suitcase beside him and walked out of the apartment. However, as soon as he took two steps, the phone rang a text message in his pocket.

"brush!"

The second brother stopped, looked down at his phone and was stunned.

"The police have already gone, you can't run away, but you have to know what to choose!"

The text message content is emotional and the phone number is unfamiliar, but it is not difficult for the second brother to guess who was sending him a text message.

The door is close to you.

The second brother looked at the security door, his face was ashen, and he stood with his eyes closed for a while, then turned around and returned to the sofa again.

"Dingling!"

The phone rang again like a death-seeking moment. After the second brother glanced at the caller ID, he put his left hand on his forehead and answered the phone as if he was breathless.

"Hello?"

The other end of the phone was silent.

"Speak!" The second brother gasped and shouted again.

"Old Zhang, come back! I still have a chance to come back, believe me!!" He Weixu persuaded in a trembling voice.

"I graduated from the University of Political Science and Law. Wouldn't I know that I wouldn't be sentenced to death?" Political Commissar Zhang responded with a pale smile.

"Old Zhang!! If you are wrong, you are wrong, but you have to admit it! We have worked in the team for so many years!"

"Old He, are you asking me to stay in the same prison with the prisoners I have caught?" Political Commissar Zhang asked with red eyes.

He Weixu was speechless.

"Old He, let's go for the next life. If there is still a chance in the next life, I will be the political commissar for you!" The second brother narrowed his eyes and took out his pistol from his waist.

"Have you gone up?" He Weixu heard this, stood up suddenly and asked the detective next to the desk.

"Zheng Ke said they have already gone up!"

"Lao He, you can't stop someone who wants to die!" Political Commissar Zhang wiped his tears and gritted his teeth and said, "Let's leave early. Lao Li is wrong, and Secretary Ma may not be right. Lao He, if you are friends, don't make things difficult for my family!"

"Kang!"

With a gunshot, Political Commissar Zhang was killed in his magnificent mansion, which was never visible to the light.

Black h.

Lin Jun answered the phone: "Hey?!"

"The grain station is a trap, no one!" Brother Dan said straight to the point.
Chapter completed!