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on the balcony.

A stout iron hook, tied to the fence with a live lock, and a rope hanging underneath, fell rapidly.

When Ji Ping arrived in a hurry, he looked down from the balcony on the twenty-third floor, and only saw a vague black shadow, and it was not real.

That's when it happened.

A little light, quietly floating in the darkness, illuminated his eyes.

That's not a ray of hope.

It was the light of death.

The crisp sound of gunshots and the orange light filled Ji Ping's senses almost simultaneously.

An angry bullet roared at him.

Decades of veteran criminal policeman, Ji Ping's instinct when danger comes, Ji Ping subconsciously retreated.

Bite!

The bullet hit the railing with a crisp sound.

The splash of metal shavings made the skin on Ji Ping's arm feel a pinprick-like tingling.

And his back and forehead were also in a cold sweat in an instant.

A moment of life and death.

It's dangerous.

In a few seconds, Zhou An rushed over, and the police followed.

"Don't get too far ahead, there's a gun!"

Ji Ping reminded.

Everyone cautiously looked down, turned on the flashlight, a pillar of light, and dispelled the black curtain, but the night was too thick, and the floor here was too high, a flashlight, and there was not much to see.

Only a dark rope could be seen straight down.

Ji Ping shouted in the intercom: "13, 13, the target jumps through the rope, 6 o'clock direction, balcony." ”

I have to admit that this suspect's skills are really agile to the extreme.

From the opening of the door to the present, in just one minute, she made a decision without hesitation and chose to jump off the building.

And, more importantly, in the process of descending on a rope, she also suppressed with firepower.

If Ji Ping's reaction had been a little slower, he might have been shot by now.

Ji Ping could only hope for the answer downstairs.

Soon, a voice came from downstairs.

"01, 01, six o'clock direction, north balcony, no target found."

"We saw the rope, but there was no one on the rope."

Suddenly a voice sounded on the intercom.

Hearing this, Ji Ping was stunned.

Looking down by the light of the flashlight, you can't see all the way down, but as far as the eye can see, you can't see a single figure.

This building, all of which are designed with large balconies facing north and south, that is, hanging down from the twenty-third floor through a rope, theoretically, she could enter the balcony of any house.

Thinking of this, Ji Ping's heart beat wildly, and a trace of bad thoughts quietly appeared in his mind.

There are police officers on it.

There are police officers down there.

But in the middle, there are 21 floor residents, who are in a state of falling asleep late at night.

and, a bandit with a gun.

If she were to take hostages, the consequences would be unimaginable.

There was a moment of silence.

The corners of Ji Ping's mouth twitched twice, put on his white gloves, and said expressionlessly: "Zhou An, you are in charge of the above, and you command all the work." ”

Then he said on the intercom: "13, 13, you keep an eye on the downstairs at all times, and if you find something, you can shoot." ”

After speaking, Ji Ping did not hesitate and stepped over the railing.

He is already forty-three years old, he has not acted on the front line for a long time, and his skills are not very athletic, and his movements over the railing look a little clumsy.

Time waits for no one.

At this moment, he knew he had to make a decision.

Ji Ping also knows that he made the decision by himself, so he must be the one who performs this task.

For it is not fair to order anyone else to go down.

The bandits have guns in their hands, and they hide in the shadows, so they have a geographical advantage, and the policemen go down the ropes, and their mobility is greatly affected, and they can even be said to be living targets.

But someone has to go down.

At least there's still a fight.

He is already in his forties, and most of the police officers present are young men in their twenties, and they have lived nearly 20 years longer than them.

At this moment, Ji Ping took a deep breath, holding the heart of death in his heart.

Someone is going to die, and if it does, let me do it!

Because I'm the leader.

Suddenly, Ji Ping felt a strong force in his neck, and his body was dragged off the railing and fell to the back in embarrassment.

"You can't, I'll come."

Then, Zhou An's deep voice sounded in his ears.

The short five words, like an incomparably sharp spear, pierced Ji Ping's heart fiercely, and his whole body trembled suddenly, completely stunned.

And Zhou An began to take off his pants.

Two trouser legs, a belt, forming a strong knot around his arms, he rolled over the railing, his hands clutching the rope.

He began to land.

The whole process, in less than ten seconds, everyone didn't come back to their senses, Zhou An had already arrived at the balcony on the twenty-second floor.

He put his feet on the railing, a rope in one hand and a gun in the other.

"Zhao Ruoyun, you come out!"

Zhou An suddenly shouted.

The awe-inspiring voice resounded throughout the community.

"Shout out and tell all the residents of this building to turn on the lights." Zhou An said a word towards it, looking at the balcony on the twenty-second floor, there was no one inside.

Then Zhou An continued to fall.

"Zhao Ruoyun, you come out!"

Twenty-first floor, no.

The sin value aura can see everyone within five meters, so on each floor, Zhou An simply glanced at it, and after finding that there was none, he continued to fall.

During his descent, many people heard the sound outside and turned on the lights.

Some even ran out onto the balcony to observe.

The night gradually brightens.

Zhou An descended all the way to the eleventh floor, he was like a spider man, using extremely rudimentary means of protection, constantly falling.

The night wind blew on his body, whistling and blowing, blowing his hair up, but Zhou An felt the rapid secretion of adrenal hormones in his body, and he was so cool that he almost flew up.

Walking on the edge of life and death, in the name of justice, to catch criminals, a great sense of accomplishment and personal satisfaction.

He loved it to death.

Eleventh floor.

On the balcony of this house, there are two large shelves, with sheets and quilts to dry, and the sound of hunting in the wind obscures the scene in the living room.

And Zhou An looked at it, and through the fabric, he saw a hazy red, a dazzling red.

It's close to yourself, just behind a glass door.

And the depth of this red color made Zhou An faintly familiar.

Zhou Anxin moved, and quietly remembered the woman who drove to assassinate himself that night, and then jumped into the river!

It's her?

It's her!

That day was Zhao Ruoyun assassinating himself?

Come to think of it, it must have been Marilyn's order, right?

"Zhao Ruoyun, come out, I found you."

Zhou An took a deep breath, opened his mouth and said, then turned over and jumped onto the balcony.

Now.

Between him and Zhao Ruoyun, there was only a thin layer of sheets and a layer of fragile glass doors.