Dong Jackal is still so fucked up, only telling us what to do, and not revealing anything about the case. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info put down the phone, and the beard also scolded Dong Jackal, I pressed the fire for him, and hurried out of the Internet café together and found a taxi.

Of course, I only said to go to the northern suburbs, did not tell the taxi driver the specific destination, first, I was afraid that something was going to go wrong, the taxi driver knew too much but provoked verbosity, and secondly, I was afraid that he was timid, once he knew that he was going to the grave, don't be scared.

But Rao is like this, the taxi driver is still muttering, just arrived in the northern suburbs, he took out a posture of not driving down.

My brothers paid to get out of the car, and during this time I received a text message, which was sent by Dong Jackal. He told us a cell phone number and said it was the person in charge of tonight's mission.

I quickly called the person in charge. If you want me to say that the person in charge is also a bad talker, after the phone was connected, he only said two words and then took the initiative to hang up.

He told us to go to the duty room on the south side of the cemetery and stressed that we should be careful to keep our tracks hidden. For the rest of the way, Beard and I deliberately slowed our steps, tried not to make a sound, and kept a close eye on our surroundings......

Don't look at it as a dark day, but the cemetery duty room is lit, although the windows are hung with thick curtains, but they are lined by lights, and they are also shining.

When we entered, I found that there were quite a few people, seven of them, four of whom were standing in the corner, and the other three were sitting at a wooden table.

From here, I concluded that the three sitting were policemen, and the four were informants, just like me and Beard. Beard and I hurriedly greeted the three of them, and I also called out sweetly to the officer.

Among the three people, there are two young people, who are playing with their mobile phones, ignoring the two of us, and one is a middle-aged man, who is holding a cigarette, looking at the map, hearing our words, silently humming, and arrogantly waving his hand, let us go and wait.

Beard was not satisfied with his attitude, and grinned, but I winked at Beard, and joined the team of these four people, I noticed that these four people were not commuters of our batch.

The room was almost silent, and the officer's attention was the most concentrated, and the cigarette from his mouth often fell on its own due to too much ash. He ignored it and kept frowning at the map.

I don't know if we informants have been punished for standing for more than an hour, and the officer's cell phone rang with a text message.

He took it out and looked at it, his face sank, and then beckoned us all over.

We gathered up at the wooden table, and he laid out the map on the table. I found out that it was a topographic map of the vicinity of the cemetery, and there were three places in it, circled by red pen.

"Divide into three groups and set up ambushes everywhere, keeping an eye out for a tall man with a bell in his ear, who is the fugitive to be arrested this time." ”

After listening to this, I had a question, and I said in my heart that since this man is a fugitive, why is he still carrying a bell so ostentatious?

I couldn't ask more, and the officer told us to take out all the weapons we were carrying.

There were six of us, all of us pulling out our sticks. The two young officers put away the sticks, went to the closet in the corner, and took out six electric batons.

They handed us electric batons one by one, and the inch-headed police officer also instructed us, "When you meet a fugitive, don't talk to him, and just use the electric batons to electrocute him." Otherwise, you will be in danger. ”

I was even more confused.

Then we set off very quickly. It is said that there are nine of us, including three policemen, and each group should be a police officer with two informants, but these three policemen are in a group, all in one group. In addition, each group carried a walkie-talkie and a telescope.

I think so much in my heart, these three guys are clever, their position in this group is the safest, and even if they are just pretending at all, they can't meet fugitives at all, and our two informant groups are probably on the cusp. I couldn't help but curse secretly, saying in my heart that when they are policemen like them, when they receive awards in the future, will they be ashamed?

Let's just say that my group, in addition to me, also has a beard and another short informant. When we arrived at the designated place, we found a bush and lay down inside.

We took turns looking around with binoculars, but during this long wait, we had to stop talking, otherwise it would be too boring.

I talked to this kid and asked him if he knew what happened to the fugitive he was going to arrest this time.

He didn't hide it, saying that he heard that this fugitive was an authentic murderer, and he had killed a policewoman a few days ago.

I am very sensitive, and I know that there are very few female police officers in the entire police station. I asked him again, "Is this policewoman Liu Jing?"

The little informant shook his head, indicating that he didn't know. I wanted to continue to ask him, but the intercom rang and the voice of the officer.

He scolded us and said what was he muttering? Honestly squatting, the fugitives are coming at once!

I wondered how he knew we were talking, but I quickly reacted and said he must be looking at us with a telescope, and that the telescope of their group was used for this.

We don't talk about anything anymore. It was midnight.

During this time, we suffered a lot of sins, and it was very windy and very cold here. Let's just say that I was lying on the ground, and I had been freezing for a few hours, and I couldn't get up and move, so I had to curl up and try to keep myself warm.

The beard came to pee halfway, and he had a trick, so he turned sideways and took out the dick thing, and the urine was solved.

I also kept thinking about the officer's words, and I said that he didn't emphasize that the fugitive was coming soon? How long has it been, and why is there no news at all?

But my idea was quickly overturned. Two gunshots rang out in the distance. The sound of gunfire not only pierced our ears, but also broke the loneliness of the entire cemetery. We all couldn't help but stand up.

Of us, only the police team was armed with guns. Stupid also knew that something had happened to them. Then there was a call from the officer on the intercom, and we all got our support quickly.

We hurriedly set off and ran to the west ambush point, that is, in the direction of the police team. The little informant and the beard were very active, and they ran fast, and I took out the idea of grinding foreign workers, and fell far behind. In fact, I seem to be timid in doing this, but there is nothing wrong with it. Because the first to die on the battlefield is often the warrior, and those who can walk off the battlefield alive are likely to be "cowards".

I wanted to let the beard learn from me, and I was so timid, but I couldn't stop him, and he finally thought I was running slowly, and took the initiative to pull me to run with me. I was pitted by his righteous energy again.

When we arrived at the western ambush site, there was a young police officer crouching here, who was holding a gun in one arm, but the gun was covered in blood, and it was estimated that he was not lightly injured in this arm.

When he saw us, he was angry, pointed to the woods behind him, and told us not to delay, and to rush in and arrest people.

The little informant was the first to make a move, swishing out. The beard looked at the woods with a fearless face, and then stretched out his hand again and said to the young officer, "Lend me a gun!"

The young officer's face immediately turned cold. I especially want to slap his beard a few mouths, make him wake up, and say in my heart that no matter what the occasion, what is the difference between people like us borrowing guns from strips and borrowing their wives, and is it possible?

I didn't want the young officer to get mad, so I forcibly pulled my beard away and rushed towards the grove together.

The range here is too big, and the little informant doesn't know where to run. Beard and I didn't have a clear goal, and it was best to spread out, but we didn't make this fool and decided to go together.

Beard was more agile and told me to follow me and he would clear the way.

I said yes. The problem is that the beard doesn't go the ordinary way at all, and actually burrows under the tree. The woods were also full of graves, some of which were leaning against the trees.

The beard does not shy away from these things, and sometimes rushes up and down the grave. I'm not as good as him, so I deliberately walked around.

I didn't count how long we were chasing, but this time Beard stepped on a deserted grave again, and suddenly there was a thud, and then Beard screamed.

The grave collapsed, and his beard fell into it. I looked at it and my heart tightened, and my heart said let him do it, this is good, make the grave owner angry, right?

It wasn't a big deal, and I believed I was right, and then a small yellow dot popped out of the grave.

It looks like a star, but the stars are all in the sky, how can there be any such thing as a grave? The yellow dot rises rapidly and disappears into the dense foliage of the tree.

I was stunned when Beard shouted, "help!" and I hurried over.

Half of his body was stuck in the grave, and although he struggled on his own, he couldn't get out at all. I pulled him as hard as I could, giving him a boost.

The beard was originally very cooperative, but soon, his expression was stunned, his face sank, and he said to me with a crying voice, ", what touched my leg!"

I was stunned for a moment, and my heart said that in the middle of the night, what could be in the grave? Aren't they all dead people?

I felt the urge to let go for a while, but I forced down this thought, continued to pull my beard to death, and let him join me and play hard.

He struggled for a while, probably for more than ten seconds, and with a bang, his whole body crooked out on his side, and rolled down the grave to the ground next to him.

The beard is a mess, especially the pants are open. He didn't care whether it hurt or not, whether it was dirty or not, and hurriedly got up.

We both carried electric batons and walked together to the collapse of the grave. By the hazy moonlight, I couldn't see clearly, but I was sure that there was something in it.

It wasn't white bones, it looked flesh and blood on the outside, and it was piled up in a big ball.

The beard scolded uncleanly, and we both wanted to pull this thing out to see what it was, but the problem was that we really didn't have the guts.

Soon another gunshot was heard not far away. My heart was stirring. Ignoring the strangeness of the grave, the beard called me and rushed in the direction of the gunshots.

I mentally estimated the distance, and when I was almost done, I persuaded Beard to change from running to walking. The beard also asked me, "Why don't you see anyone here?"

I couldn't answer anything, but as we passed under an old tree again, I heard a click, and something fell on the top of my beard's head.

He wiped his beard casually, and when he opened his palm to look at it and smell it, his voice changed, and he said to me, "Damn, blood!"

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