Qi Wu saw his brother-in-law talking in a roundabout way, not happy at all. He took out the pistol from his waist, pointed it at Han Baihang's head and shouted: "Boy, I advise you to cooperate with us, otherwise, I will now
I’ll kill you with one shot!”
"Xiao Wu, put the gun away for me!" Pan Yuxun opened Qi Wu's pistol and feigned anger: "Don't use knives and guns all day long to convince people with reason, you know?"
Seeing the two of them, one singing a red face and the other a white face, and singing so falsely, Han Baihang felt like laughing in his heart, and a smile could not be suppressed from the corner of his mouth.
"Little brother." Pan Yuxun said with a family look on his face: "You are still young, and it is understandable that you make mistakes occasionally. As long as you plead guilty, I will be relieved. Isn't this a happy thing for everyone?"
Han Baihang couldn't help but move his stiff body, and said lazily: "You want me to take the blame for you, don't you mean it's all over with just a few words, and you don't come up with something?"
Pan Yuxun's face suddenly darkened. He didn't expect that he, the police chief, had talked to him so kindly, but that a prisoner would dare to make conditions to him!
Qi Wu stood aside, like a ignited explosive, and roared: "Brother-in-law, I see this guy is determined not to give up until he reaches the Yellow River, let me teach him a lesson!"
As he spoke, Qi Wu took a step forward and was about to take action when suddenly Han Baihang's eyes flashed. His hands that were cuffed behind his back suddenly broke away and punched Qi Wu in the abdomen.
Han Baihang's attack was so fast that Qi Wu and Pan Yuxun didn't react at all. Qi Wu was hit by Han Baihang's punch, and his fist didn't have much strength.
But Qi Wu panicked, and as the ground was covered with water stains, he fell backwards without firm footing, knocking over his desk.
Han Baihang saw the right moment, jumped up from his chair, threw himself on Qi Wu, and punched Qi Wu hard on the temple.
Qi Wu didn't expect Han Baihang to move so quickly. As soon as his hand touched the holster on his waist, he tilted his head and fainted.
After Han Baihang knocked Qi Wu unconscious, he took out the pistol from his waist, pointed at Pan Yuxun and said, "I'm sorry, I choose my own way."
This whole process seemed very long, but in fact it only took about ten seconds. Pan Yuxun was frightened by Han Baihang's ferocity. He huddled on the sofa in the corner, raised his hands and said, "You... you can't kill me, I...
…I’m the director!”
Han Baihang grabbed his dislocated thumb and pushed it back with a little force. The pain pierced his nerves like a silver needle, making his eyes go black for a while and he almost fell to the ground.
Pan Yuxun saw the right opportunity and jumped up from the sofa. It was hard to imagine that with his ball-like body, he could move so quickly.
"Someone is coming! Someone is coming!" Pan Yuxun rushed to the door, opened it and ran towards the door, shouting non-stop.
Suddenly, a gunshot sounded from behind Pan Yuxun, and the bullet landed accurately in front of his toes, causing him to stop in his tracks.
Han Baihang pointed his pistol at Pan Yuxun's back and whispered: "If you move again, I will shoot you in the head."
"Don't run! Don't run!" Pan Yuxun raised his hands, his calves were spinning, and he kept saying: "Don't kill me, you won't be able to escape even if you kill me. I'll be your hostage to help you get out."
Han Baihang stepped forward and put the muzzle of his gun against Pan Yuxun's back. He couldn't help but smile and said, "I didn't expect you to be quite knowledgeable. Please lead the way."
The sound of Qi Wu knocking over the desk just now had attracted the attention of the police, coupled with Pan Yuxun's roar and the sound of a gunshot.
The policemen in the police station surrounded Han Baihang and pointed their guns at Han Baihang, but no one dared to shoot. After all, their chief was still standing in front of the prisoner.
"Get out of my way! No one is allowed to shoot. Throw the gun to the ground!"
Before Han Baihang could speak, Pan Yuxun spoke first and snatched his lines. Han Baihang laughed in his heart, hit Pan Yuxun's shoulder with one hand, and teased: "Have you been robbed before? Why do you feel worse than me?
major?"
"Strong man, you just want to escape. Don't worry, I will definitely cooperate 100%. As long as you kill me, you can go wherever you like. How about I prepare a car for you?" Pan Yuxun was afraid.
The gun in Han Baihang's hand went off, and he pushed his belly hard, trying to stay away from the muzzle of the gun.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you." Han Baihang blocked himself with Pan Yuxun's body and whispered, "I just want you to do me a favor."
Han Baihang pulled Pan Yuxun out of the police station. The police were already surrounded outside, pointing their guns at the door.
"Tell them to get out of the way and get another car!" Han Baihang shrank behind Pan Yuxun and said softly.
Pan Yuxun shouted tremblingly: "Get out of here and find a car!"
The police officers looked at each other, looked at each other, and finally had no choice but to follow Pan Yuxun's instructions and make way for a passage. A car drove in and stopped exactly in front of Han Baihang and the two of them.
"Can you drive?" Han Baihang asked Pan Yuxun before getting in the car.
Pan Yuxun shook his head in horror, "How can I drive this iron truck? It's all driven by my driver."
Only then did Han Baihang come to his senses. This was the Republic of China, not New China. Driving a car was a technical job, not the basic skill of the future.
With no other choice, Han Baihang had no choice but to put Pan Yuxun into the car, got into the driver's seat, held the steering wheel with one hand, and pointed the gun at Pan Yuxun with the other.
The car started, Han Baihang turned the steering wheel, and rushed out of the police station. The police could only watch Han Baihang leave, and brought several police cars to follow Han Baihang.
"How do you get to your house?" Han Baihang glanced at the police car following him in the rearview mirror and asked Pan Yuxun.
When Pan Yuxun heard that Han Baihang was going to his house, he panicked and hurriedly waved his hands and said: "Strong man, please let my family go. I promise to send you out of the city safely, and no one will hold you accountable again!"
"Stop talking nonsense, how to get to your house?" Han Baihang roared: "Believe it or not, I will shoot you right now?"
Just as the car made a sharp turn, Pan Yuxu swerved and hit the muzzle of the gun. The cold muzzle of the gun made Pan Yuxu shudder. He sat up hurriedly, stayed away from the muzzle, pointed at an intersection in front of him and said: "
Turn left ahead!”
Under Pan Yuxun's guidance, Han Baihang took Pan Yuxun, who was vomiting incessantly, to the courtyard of a three-story foreign-style building.
"This is your home?" Han Baihang sneered, "It seems you are doing well."
Pan Yuxun's face was pale, and there were still remnants of vomit at the corner of his mouth. He said with a weak expression: "Zhuang... Zhuangzi, I was wrong, just go around me!"
"Don't worry, you won't die!"
Han Baihang pushed hard and led Pan Yuxun into the yard without paying any attention to the policemen chasing behind him.
