The big head glared fiercely at the person in front of him, ignoring the others. The ghost thread in Poinsettia's hand has been released, and her expression is still grim.

Zhang San didn't think that the cold weapons of the City God guards could take them down, but pinned his hopes on the police on the periphery that they would definitely be able to block all the routes they escaped.

After all, the metropolis is different, either it doesn't move, and it creates a desperate situation as soon as it makes a move. Changing oneself in it, the fierce Duoji did not.

"Lay down your arms and come with us. "The empty-handed one, standing on the periphery, with a bulging bag at his waist, is either a gun or some strange cold weapon. Presumably the ringleader.

The big head didn't speak, the broken saber in his hand was held behind his back, ready to rush out at any time. Poinsettia said coldly, "Get out of the way." ”

"Hehe, you committed murder in the night market, and you also shot down two police firearms, I can't help you. ”

It turned out that at the food stall, they had already clashed with the police. It's really lawless, and you still come here to set up an ambush as if nothing happened, and you really think that the city god guards are decorations?

The more Zhang San thinks about it, the happier he becomes, that's good, he can be closed for several years. But ordinary prisons can't keep them......

The phone rings with a tinkling bell. Outside, a police officer picked up the phone and answered with a "uh-huh".

Zhang San pricked up his ears and faintly heard the sound in the earpiece.

“…… Collect the team and tell Lao Bai the order of the city. ”

"The people haven't been taken away yet, these two are particularly dangerous. ”

"Release, don't you understand?"

"But ......"

"Don't be verbose, follow orders. Wait a minute, give the phone to Lao Bai, someone will tell him. ”

Zhang San saw the police officer walking towards the rehearsal room, and his heart was ominous, could it be that Wan Dong came forward? and went straight to the central government? Otherwise, how could the police and the city god guards retreat?

The empty-handed guard of the city god was Lao Bai, and he heard the cry and walked to the door. The people inside immediately changed formations, and they were still tightly guarded.

The phone was farther away, and Zhang San couldn't hear the sound of the mobile phone microphone.

I only saw Lao Bai's gloomy expression, and after listening to it for a while, he said two words: "Reason!"

The other party talked for a while.

Lao Bai returned the phone to the police officer, turned around and walked in. Tsai carefully looked at the big head and poinsettia several times, as if to engrave their appearance in his mind.

The rehearsal room was very quiet. The poinsettia look remained unchanged, and on the bald head of the big head, the red light slowly revealed out.

"Wrap up. Lao Bai said softly.

The guards slowly retreated, and withdrew in an orderly manner.

Zhang San took advantage of the chaotic footsteps, quietly slipped down the tree, and climbed out of the fence. He crouched in the shadows, suddenly feeling socially isolated.

The power of the system can be so great. Does it mean that if anyone dares to help themselves, they will definitely end up miserable?!

The sound of the vehicle faded away, followed by the sound of poinsettia heels. After waiting at the school gate for a while, a car also appeared and picked them up.

Zhang San turned along the wall, the school gate returned to quiet, the janitor was still standing, the cigarette butt flashed, and it was estimated that he couldn't sleep for a while.

Zhang San pretended to be running, jogged over, and asked the uncle enthusiastically: "What happened just now, so lively?"

"I don't know. The uncle glanced at Zhang San, dropped the cigarette butt, and walked in.

Uh, doesn't the uncle like to chat? Why is this uncle so guarded?

He didn't know, tonight's incident, the police had made it clear, and they couldn't say it to anyone.

Zhang San had to continue to pretend to run at night and slowly walk around the wall.

"Don't think about it, go to the rehearsal room for a night's sleep, it's absolutely safe. Xiao Ming couldn't see Zhang San's preoccupied appearance.

"Forget it. Always return to the carbine, and there is a successful one?"

"Poinsettia is gone in the car, and it's safe tonight. ”

"Since it's safe, it's better to go to the hotel and sleep comfortably for the night. ”

"Go to the hotel, it's too arrogant, right?"

"Forget it. If you don't continue to slip through to dawn and move forever, the system will be hard to find......"

"...... will be exhausted"

……

Zhang San climbed over the wall and went in again, but saw the doorman uncle, who was checking the doors and windows in the rehearsal room. Presumably he was worried that Poinsettia had its own responsibilities when they appeared inside.

He jumped out again, this is a middle school, if he is worried about a scuffle here, he can't bear it after all.

Zhang San thought of a place and ran wildly.

When I got to the Communication University, it was already two o'clock in the evening. The library there was also no one at night, and he knew a lot of places to go into.

There is a lecture hall on the first floor, a storage room next to the rostrum, and the windows are open high and are not closed all year round. He sneaked in, found a corner and sat down, sensing if danger was approaching.

In the quiet of the night, even the wind rested, and he could hear his own heartbeat, powerful and steady. Time passed, and the danger did not appear.

The sleepiness came up, and as soon as he leaned over, he leaned against a drum stool next to him and fell asleep, desperate.

The night passed quietly.

……

In the conference room on the first floor of the new technology ranking network, Brother Tan shrank comfortably in a single sofa, and the jade bracelet in his hand slowly turned, which had been turned by him with its own luster.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps in the corridor, and Brother Tan opened his eyes slightly, but the other parts did not move.

"This, this ......" Bi Xuan strode in and stood still in front of Brother Tan, "That's it?"

"What do you want?"

"There must be an inside story, you have to ask for some dry goods. ”

"He has told the reason, and it completely corresponds to the itinerary and Wan Dong's information, what else is the inside story?"

"This is the appearance, Brother Tan, surrender only when you get it back, don't be confused by this guy. ”

"......" Brother Tan didn't bother to speak, and his slightly opened eyes closed again.

"I don't believe anyone can resist this inhuman temptation. Even if it's a stone, you have to turn over in front of temptation/temptation. When Bi Xuan spoke, he looked at Brother Tan seriously and found that he was not moving.

The grievances in my heart are even worse, even if you don't listen, you can't stop me from talking, right?!He continued his analysis: "And the simplicity of surrender really makes Lao Tzu crazy, and there is nowhere to do it!"

Brother Tan was unmoved, and seemed to be asleep, except for the bracelet that turned in his hand.

The reason he said further confirmed that it was impossible to resist temptation. Then, these days of detachment in the middle, what must have happened to him, and he still refuses to tell us. It should be tortured, and perhaps the truth can be told. ”

"Bi Xu. Brother Tan opened his eyes again, "Is it interesting? Even if his reasons are the same as what you think, what are you going to do?"

"Huh?" Bi Xuan was stunned, indeed, even if that guy is not all kinds of things, surrendered, he must not continue. Follow-up trials have already been carried out, and the next step is more important than anything else.

"Then send Wan Dong and them all out and arrest the other guy as well. Bi Xuan said this, turned around and walked out.

"Slow. Brother Tan said softly.

Bi Xuan stood still and refused to turn back.

"Call the stealing of the heavenly song, don't worry about other things. ”

Bi Xuan hesitated for a while, but walked out.

But there was constant criticism in his heart: "What is it, what is there to hide from Lao Tzu." The bastards, little white faces, and moles of the dog day will one day replace you. Unless ......"

Bi Xu's face suddenly sweated like rain: "Could it be that he is the superior?! The so-called mysterious superior is just smoke/fog/bombs." Doubts are justified, his character, when too lazy to explain, to push to the 'superiors' is the easiest way. Ahh

Damn, stealing the heavenly song, where did the hell die?!