The Minghai City Public Security Bureau, the emergency command center, is a little busy at the moment.

Chang Haidong, the director of the public security bureau, just slapped the table and scolded his mother, and trained his subordinates, just like the third grandson.

Then Wan Chaofeng, secretary of the municipal party committee, and Yan Qide, the mayor of the city, came together, and they gave instructions and reprimands, which was another busy job.

They can't help but be nervous, Minghai City is an international metropolis, and there was a vicious terrorist attack, and their resumes have been smeared.

However, they are undoubtedly lucky, the violent terrorist incident happened quickly and ended quickly.

A lot of messages have been brought under control before they have time to be sent.

Tomorrow there will be no news about a terrorist attack in Minghai City, and no one will know that there has been a terrorist attack in Minghai City except for those who have experienced it firsthand.

A harmonious and stable society does not tolerate the slightest message of darkness and riots.

Through the glass window, he looked at Wan Chaofeng and said something with an excited expression. Wang Tiejun pursed his lips, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out one casually, lit it, and smoked.

He is a military man, he is only interested in destroying the enemy, and in it is the show of those politicians, he is not interested in participating and does not bother to listen to anything.

But as he smoked, he sighed that these guys were so lucky.

A group of more than 20 terrorists stormed into a shopping mall with tens of thousands of people, and two of them had bombs strapped to them, and as a result, they had no other record except to cut and wound more than 20 people.

The results of their actions were so low that they undoubtedly saved the hats of those guys.

However, Wang Tiejun was also very happy, if there were casualties, he would also feel uncomfortable, after all, they were all unarmed ordinary people.

And the existence of their soldiers is to protect them. If he watched them bleed, he would be ashamed of the military uniform on his body.

When he thinks of those terrorists, he hates them. All day long, but what a good day, shouting about what jihad, what independence. Well, even if you want to make a fuss, you come to us, you go to the government, what kind of ability is it to cut the people?

Is that going to get what you want? What a bunch of bastards!

However, thinking of this violent terrorist incident, there was no one dead, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud and proud.

There is half of his credit for this, if it weren't for the fact that he loved soldiers like sons, he gave his three soldiers love leave and let them accompany his girlfriend for two days.

And these three guys are knowledgeable and interesting to accompany their girlfriends to go shopping, and the key is to go shopping together. So much so that they intervened in time to stop a group of people, including a guy with a bomb strapped to him.

Otherwise, there would definitely be dead and wounded, just another guy with a bomb, and who would clean it up with seven or eight terrorists?

When he arrived at the scene, he saw the severed hand, as well as the few terrorists with broken muscles and bones, his teeth also hurt, and their secret service team, known as the killing machine, was not so dark.

If this person is not found out, he is not sure. Such a person is much more terrifying than hundreds of terrorists.

The point is that if he wants to do something bad, who can stop him?

"Dada. The sound of boots hitting the ground was heard.

Wang Tiejun retracted his distant mind, looked up, quickly extinguished the cigarette, sat upright, learned from the secretary and mayor inside, and picked it up, well, it's quite like that.

Combat vest, camouflage trousers, high-top military boots, and short ear-length hair make Wen Xinlan look heroic and capable.

The smell of smoke in the air made her frown in disgust, and she glanced at the pretending superior, she didn't bother to bother with him, just "bang", put a notebook in front of Wang Tiejun, "The video materials you want are here." ”

Although he is a superior, Wang Tiejun can only choose to ignore her rudeness, there is no way, she is his old superior, and he can't afford to offend this aunt.

Thinking of this, he was depressed, originally he was a bully in the team, and he said nothing. Since this girl came, his prestige has decreased significantly, and usually the monkey cubs see him like mice see cats, but now they have learned to talk back.

Alas, I miss the days when I used to be kings and hegemons.

Sighing in his heart, he clicked on a video material, and at first it didn't look like anything.

He frowns when he sees terrorists slashing people frantically, and smiles comfortably when he sees his soldiers subduing terrorists.

But when he saw the shocking knife, his heart couldn't help but be snatched away, "Damn! Who is this kid, this knife is really domineering." ”

Then he saw a young man, mad like a madman rushing towards a few terrorists, that crisp and neat movements, agile and ruthless skills, he couldn't help but itch, and wanted to have a fight with this kid.

It's just that the camera in the mall is too weak, neither high-definition, but the location is not right, and when I look at it from several angles, I can't see the young man's face, and he scratches his ears and cheeks in a hurry.

Hurriedly called up the monitoring of other floors, and finally he saw Jiang Ming's face.

He pointed to Jiang Ming's young and handsome face and said, "Find out this kid for me as soon as possible, no matter what he does." This person, I want it. ”

Wen Xinlan rolled her eyes, making her resolute face have a more feminine expression. She was quite speechless to this boss, he thought that he was buying Chinese cabbage in the vegetable market, and said that he wanted it.

Don't say whether people are willing to be soldiers, but if you are willing to be a soldier, as long as you have a scruffy beard and a lewd face, people can't follow you.

She felt that as a subordinate, she needed to remind her boss not to be too wishful thinking.

So Wen Xinlan coughed dryly, "Ahem, I have checked this person's information, it is confidential, and I don't have enough authority." ”

Wang Tiejun's brows furrowed, "What level?"

Wen Xinlan had a smile in the corner of his eyes, and raised his eyebrows, "PS level." ”

Wang Tiejun's brows furrowed even tighter, "This is the son-in-law of that family again? No, how many son-in-law brothers have this kind of skill? But this PS-level is exclusive to those second and third generations." Damn, a headache. ”

Wen Xinlan looked at him amusedly, and didn't interject.

Wang Tiejun thought for a while, "No, my idea is not right. You can't be prejudiced against others just because they come from a good background. In recent years, these sons and brothers have really produced a few characters. Don't say anything else, let's just say that Bai Changwu in the west, although he is young, but that kung fu, tsk, even we veterans have to give a thumbs up. ”

Wen Xinlan smiled and frowned slightly, "You don't mention him to me less, and you will be upset when you hear his name." ”

"Bai Changwu, that young man is good, why don't you look down on it. Wang Tiejun was very surprised, he had seen Bai Changwu, no matter how he treated people or his style of acting, he had everyone's demeanor, and he was a good young man.

"There are many good people, and he is not the only one. Wen Xinlan's face was frosty, "You are the captain of the second team of the Heavenly Sword Special Brigade, not the third aunt and sixth wife of the matchmaker, please pay attention to your identity." ”

Wang Tiejun pursed his lips, thinking about his generation of military gods, how tragic it was to reprimand the little girl.

He intercepted Jiang Ming's avatar and put it in the information database, and sure enough, it prompted the confidentiality level "PS" level. He entered his access account and quickly called up Jiang Ming's information.

Looking at it, his brow furrowed. The information shows that this kid is an unsuccessful young master.

With this kind of terrifying skill, it can be called an unsuccessful weapon, and you teach others how to live with a face.

What the hell went wrong, how could there be such a ridiculous file?