"A bunch of damn guys, why are so many people dead?" In the middle of the night, Qingmai Police Chief's head buzzed when he received the call, he was in trouble.
They are indeed damned, they are all dead...
He knows very well what Basong does. On the one hand, the lack of arrests is due to insufficient evidence, and on the other hand, the drug market cannot be cleaned up at all. If Basong is beaten, others will take his place, and the newcomer will inevitably be replaced.
A period of bloodshed has resulted in local unrest, murders, and shootings one after another.
Until another Basong comes out.
Therefore, the first reaction of the Director is that a new person will take over, a new round of chaos will begin, and the crime rate will skyrocket. This is absolutely not allowed!
"Go to Basong immediately and arrest the person. We must not let the matter continue to escalate!" The director said with a dark face: "I will go to the police station right now!"
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The three of them walked around to the back of the villa. The donkey pointed to the balcony above and made a gesture.
Although Wang Zhen couldn't understand the gesture, he understood what the donkey meant, and he went up from here to double-team him.
The donkey's ribs were injured and bleeding, so he couldn't do the job, so he stepped back a few meters and pointed his gun at the balcony to escort the two of them. The shovel came over and crossed his hands in a supporting gesture. This was standard.
CQB cooperates with the movement of going upstairs.
But after looking at Wang Zhen's thin arms, he shook his head and changed his mind and whispered: "You half-squat and straighten your back, like me, I will step on you and hold on!"
Wang Zhen nodded, it would be great not to let him take the lead.
He stood up in a horse stance, thought for a moment and put his hands on his knees, forming a slope with his back. Then he turned his head to signal, took a deep breath and held it in.
With the shovel behind him, he put the gun behind his back, stepped on the spot for a few steps, and rushed up with small steps. He stepped on Wang Zhen's waist with his left foot, then stepped hard on Wang Zhen's shoulder with his right foot, and used the force to give him a hard kick.
Wang Zhen blushed, his neck thickened, and he stumbled forward. He stood up straight, relaxed, and farted without holding it in.
His face turned red and he quickly looked back. Fortunately, the donkey's attention was on it and no one heard him, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
When I looked up again, I saw that the shovel had already pulled up and grabbed the wrought iron railing of the balcony.
After all, they were just drug criminals. They were so unprofessional. No one was looking behind them. No wonder Jin Mao and the others didn't take a group of drug criminals seriously.
The place where the shovel went up was a bedroom on the second floor. There was no one in the bedroom. He quietly walked to the door, slowly opened the door and looked out through the gap.
There was no time for Wang Zhen to watch the excitement below, so Donkey greeted him and the two trotted back into the villa to the stairs leading to the second floor, and made a gesture to Golden Retriever.
Several people were ready to charge, but suddenly they heard loud gunshots upstairs. Golden Retriever rushed up without saying a word. This time it was not a test. Taking advantage of the distraction of the people on the second floor, he turned around at the corner of the stairs.
Half squatting, the gun in his hand clicked and fired in a short burst.
The two shots hit the waist of a drug criminal who turned his head to look at the situation. The bullet entered from the side and hit the ribs, then changed its flight path. It rolled and smashed the abdominal cavity into a pulp. The man's body tilted and he opened his mouth to shout but couldn't.
Streams of bloody foam came out of his mouth, and he died on the spot.
The golden retriever occupied the corner of the stairs. Bayonet and the poet rushed up and passed behind the golden retriever. The bayonet in front took a big step and walked up a few steps. Halfway through, he pressed against the railing and faced the two hurriedly sighted people in the shooting circle.
The drug criminal turned around again and pulled the trigger, "ta da da" "ta da da".
One person was shot in the chest continuously. Several flowers of blood floated up and he fell to the sky. His finger was still firmly on the trigger, and the remaining bullets in the gun hit the ceiling.
The other person was not so lucky. A bullet found his head and hit him from below the nose. The bullet rolled and disturbed the brain, then blew off a large piece of skull and flew out from the back of the head, causing blood to form in a fan shape.
It splashed more than one meter away and fell down without even a groan.
Covered by bayonets, the poet avoided bayonet fire and rushed up against the wall. He pulled the AKM trigger in his hand directly to the end, aimed at the person he could see in his line of sight and made a sweep. While sweeping, he moved toward the stairway leading to the third floor.
Rush away.
We must occupy this place to prevent anyone from running to the third floor to continue resisting. They don't have much time and cannot waste it.
The poet's wild sweep did not kill anyone, but the people who were still alive did not dare to raise their heads, and Golden Retriever also rushed forward.
Wang Zhen followed Jin Mao, and the poet walked backwards to follow him, pointing his gun behind him. Even if he knew that there was a high probability that no one would appear from behind, he still had to maintain formation.
If there are warriors jumping down from the second or third floor of the villa to outflank us, it will not be a mistake.
When they got to the second floor, Wang Zhen saw a shovel blocking the door of a room and shooting at the people inside. Jin Mao gestured to Donkey and Wang Zhen and pointed upstairs.
There was no one coming downstairs and there was no gunfire, but we still had to search. Even if there was no one around, we still had to search the drug criminal's home. As we all know, drug criminals like to keep cash at home.
Now this resistance is no longer a concern.
Wang Zhen walked past the poet and went straight to the third floor. As soon as he took two steps up, someone pulled him down. When he turned around, he saw it was a donkey.
"Rookie, face detective?!" Donkey mocked, "Don't give it away, follow behind!"
Wang Zhen was stunned for a moment. This guy has a bad mouth, but he really takes care of others. Looking at it this way, Donkey is quite handsome, but why does he have a mouth?
Seeing the donkey walking backwards and holding up the AKM in his hand, he made sure there was no one at the stairs and raised the muzzle twice in succession. Wang Zhen had never learned this before but he understood it immediately. He rushed past the donkey in three big steps and stood at the corner of the stairs.
He stood straight and pointed his gun at the building.
Donkey looked at Wang Zhen very strangely, what kind of gun-holding action is this?
We went upstairs alternately, and it seemed that there was really no one on the third floor.
There are three bedrooms, a living room, and a public bathroom upstairs. Donkey waved his hand and signaled to separate and search.
Wang Zhen turned left, kicked open the public security door, and looked sideways through the mirror inside. No one was there.
He took a few steps back and came to the bedroom. He stood close to the wall and stood on the side of the door. He pressed the handle with his left hand and pushed it gently. The muzzle of his right pistol was pointed at the crack of the door. As the door opened, no one was seen in the shooting range. Wang Zhen
Then I walked in carefully.
As soon as he entered the house, he felt something flash on the balcony. Wang Zhen raised his gun and walked over with a frown.
The curtains were drawn on the balcony, but only half of the curtains were left. The balcony door was not closed. As soon as the door was opened, the wind blew in and the curtains fluttered. Only the inside of the room was bright, but the outside of the balcony was dark. The light difference caused everything indoors to be seen.
Less than.
Wang Zhen raised his gun and leaned forward with light steps. When he walked to the balcony, he saw something tied to the balcony railing through the light projected from the room.
In an instant, Wang Zhen thought of a possibility. Someone jumped down here and wanted to run away?
It must be the target Basong, we must not let him escape!