Yang Mianmian ruled out the idea of a head-on conflict with Wu Zhihua from the beginning, he had weapons, he was a man, and all the conditions showed that she was in a weak position.

If she wants to win, she has to find another way and win with one blow, and now she is looking for such an opportunity.

Opportunities are always given to those who are prepared.

Yang Mianmian had already heard He Quan's 92-style hand ~ gun scolding Wu Zhihua's self-made gun in the process of staying quietly, from its aiding and abusing to being embarrassed and then to dying, scolding that was called hearty, swearing continued, and Yang Mianmian learned a lot of new uses of swearing.

Sure enough, the police equipment has a bad temper...... Yang Mianmian rested her head on her knees and thought, but Jing Chu's gun never swears (don't ask her how she knows), so she probably followed the master's personality.

He Quan must be a good policeman with a short temper and a love of dirty words, but he has a strong sense of justice, but unfortunately he is lying in the trunk now, and he has long lost his breath.

And Wu Zhihua's homemade gun was about to be scolded and cried: "It's really none of my business (>_92 style was choked by its words, and I couldn't say the following, I held it for a long time before it said with a crying voice: "If Lao He knew that I fell into the hands of bad people now, I would be very sad, but I couldn't help it (>_ Yang Mianmian felt pity for them at that moment, any item is not free from birth, what kind of people they use is not chosen by themselves, and the position they stand on is completely passive." In other words, from life to death, they can't help themselves all their lives, even if they know that they are now the weapons of the bad guys, when Wu Zhihua pulls the trigger, no matter how reluctant they are, they can only be forced to shoot. What a cruel thing to do. She decided not to give them a chance to go against her own ideas, and she would definitely take out Wu Zhihua before he could shoot. At the same time, after confirming that everyone had gathered in the dining room, Jing Chu took Chang Yan to Wu Zhihua's rented room first. The police had already inspected there, and Wu Zhihua was in a hurry when he left, leaving behind a lot of evidence, including He Quan's police uniform, but there were no weapons. Jing Chu asked the proprietress "How many rooms are there here, and is there a basement?" "There are 20 rooms on the second and third floors, and there are basements, but we basically don't use them." Jing Chu stood there for a few minutes and nodded, "Let's go back." He also planned to wait until dawn. Time passed minute by minute, the east gradually turned white, this is the most sleepy time of the day, the students in the dining room are sleepy, the curtains are closed, Jing Chu is standing in front of the window, looking at the bus parked in front of the door through the gap. Now, it is a good time for Wu Zhihua to make a move, he thinks so himself, Yang Mianmian originally thought that when she hid under the bus, it was also the time when Wu Zhihua did not point the gun at her, and at that time she could find a way to escape. It's a pity that she still underestimated the ruthlessness of this big drug lord. Shooting will attract attention, and he doesn't plan to do it unless he has to, so the best way to deal with Yang Mianmian is to inject drugs. Yang Mianmian was stunned when she saw him take out the syringe, and asked in disbelief: "You want to inject me with drugs?" "It won't be painful, for your sake." Wu Zhihua did not seem to kill people lightly. Yang Mianmian watched with "fear" as he stuffed the gun back into his waist and walked towards him with a syringe, at that moment she remembered when she was tied to Hu Yilin, in comparison, she was really too kind. When Wu Zhihua approached, she raised her foot and kicked his knee, and then reflexively smashed the chair on him, and just ran a few steps, she heard Wu Zhihua's cold voice: "Stop." Yang Mianmian didn't have to turn her head to know that he was pointing a gun at her back, she really stopped and made a gesture, Wu Zhihua didn't understand what her gesture meant, and found that it was dark in front of her, and the light in the basement was turned off. At a critical time, the friends are still as strong as ever, as an item with a relatively high degree of freedom such as electric lights, it is too normal to trip occasionally or something! Electric light: "╭(╯^╰)╮ Pull the lamp at any time, it's so capricious!" Type 92 got a new skill in an instant: "Huh! Then I can also go off and blow up! Yang Mianmian opened her mouth, and wanted to tell it that this was not okay, because it was okay to pull the lamp, and if it blew up, it would be finished by itself, she didn't need it to save it, she could solve it by herself. But Type 92 did not give her a chance to speak, and it would rather die generously than use it for crime, and never want to become an accomplice to the criminal. At this moment, its heart is full of determination, it is indomitable, and it is generous to death! Yang Mianmian only heard it say loudly: "I swear that I will wage an endless struggle against all kinds of criminal activities until the last drop of blood is shed!" "Bang! Wu Zhihua's screams sounded in the basement, Yang Mianmian no longer hesitated, turned around and ran, and did not forget to lock the door for him from the outside, the exit of the basement was a narrow corridor, which was stuffed with sundries by the proprietress family, there were several cases of beer and Coke Sprite, as well as gas canisters and several large barrels of gasoline. Yang Mianmian's eyes were immediately attracted, she opened the lid of the barrel, the smell of gasoline came to her face, she just pushed them, and lit a match, and it was all over. This terrible thought lingered in her mind for a minute, Yang Mianmian hesitated for a long time, her hand stretched out, but she still retracted. "You're cheap." She thought hatefully, "Spare your life." But she would never miss the opportunity to teach him a lesson. When they clashed, Jing Chu was arranging for the students to get on the bus, and they also checked the inside of the car with the driver and the proprietress themselves, but the place where the luggage was originally put was empty, and no one was hiding as he thought. Could it be that he guessed wrong? Wu Zhihua just planned to go down the mountain by taking hostages from the beginning? When Jing Chu doubted his speculation, he faintly smelled the smell of smoke. "What's going on?" The proprietress hesitated: "It seems to be ...... There's a fire there? "You guys get in the car first, I'll take a look." Jing Chu pulled out his gun and walked along the wall towards the place where the smoke was coming from. However, what did he see? Yang Mianmian emitted smoke through the only small ventilation window in the basement...... She was lucky to see that the basement was downwind after observing the direction of the wind today, so she gave up the idea of pouring gasoline and instead chose to light a straw pile upwind, and the smoke was billowing into the basement through the small ventilation window. She sneered while fanning a puff fan: "If you have the ability, shoot me." She stood in the blind spot of the entire strafing area, Wu Zhihua would never be able to hit him unless he had a clairvoyant eye. Jing Chu: "......" is really a divine turn, he never imagined it, he sighed at the ferocity of Yang Mianmian, but he didn't know that this was because of the self-sacrifice of a police gun. It's a pity that Wu Zhihua was too calm, and although the smoke made him cough violently, he didn't have any response. Yang Mianmian couldn't hold her breath, she said hatefully: "You can bear it, even if you are ruthless, wait for me!" She ran back and brought a bucket of gasoline and spilled it into the basement, soaking the walls with gasoline. Wu Zhihua finally couldn't sit still after smelling the strong smell of gasoline: "What do you want to do, you can't escape if you burn me." "What nonsense are you talking about, I just accidentally knocked over the gasoline drum when I was running away, and what does it matter to me that your own gun went off and ignited?" Yang Mianmian made up lies without changing his face, and made a quick gesture towards Jing Chu to call people. Jing Chu walked a little farther away, and called Fang Yuan while observing the movement over there. At this time, the rain had stopped, and Fang Yuan quickly led people to catch up again, and on the way, Yang Mianmian coerced and enticed Wu Zhihua in various ways. "Throw your gun out, or I'll set it on fire, I tell you, I'm not a policeman, I just want to avenge myself, hehe, dear, you must not have thought about it when you pointed a gun at my head in the mountains and forests, right?" Wu Zhihua said coldly: "You are attacking the police." "Are you still pretending at this time, oh, you think I don't know, I almost forgot, you think I don't know that the one in your trunk is the policeman, do you think I don't know that your name is Wu Zhihua, a big drug lord?" Can you cos the police take a snack, which cop will carry drugs? Wu Zhihua was silent for a moment: "You know everything?" "Yes, I know you still have a gun, which is hidden in your shin, now, throw it out to me, or I will set you on fire and burn you here." "Aren't you afraid that the police will hold you accountable?" "It's all said don't be blind, then I'll show you." Wu Zhihua clenched the gun in his hand, waiting for her to appear in his field of vision. But he was soon disappointed, Yang Mianmian didn't appear, she just threw an unlit match into it: "Do you want to trick me into appearing and then shoot me, I'm sorry, not everyone's IQ is so low as yours, I can guess what you're thinking with my toes, and if you don't throw the gun out, what I throw in is a lit match." Wu Zhihua couldn't figure out what she was going to do, and hesitated for a while, still afraid that she would burn him to death in a frenzy, so he could only swallow his anger and throw the gun out. Yang Mianmian picked up the gun and dismantled it: "Yo, there are no bullets, are you afraid that I will kill you?" "Wu Zhihua didn't say anything, the tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by dogs, he definitely didn't expect that there would be such an accident that made him fall into the hands of a little girl, but after all, he has experienced a lot of wind and waves, and now he is still calm." Also, you're going to prick my syringe, and other drugs on you. Yang Mianmian obviously didn't plan to stop there. Wu Zhihua didn't say a word, threw the things she wanted out of the window, Yang Mianmian was there to continue, and when she was satisfied, she nodded: "It's about the same." "After doing this, the police are here, and in front of the public, Yang Mianmian can't keep these dangerous goods for his own research and research, so he can only be reluctant to hand them over." Raise your hands high and walk out slowly. Fang Yuan arranged a lot of special police at the exit of the basement, and they were all on standby, just waiting for Wu Zhihua to come out. The door slowly opened, Wu Zhihua walked out slowly with his hands held high, he looked so nervous that he kicked over a half-empty gasoline barrel, he stumbled, and almost fell, but fortunately he held on to the gas tank next to him so that he didn't fall on all fours. It was obvious that it was Wu Zhihua who wrestled, but the police were more nervous than him, afraid that he would suddenly fight back, Fang Yuan immediately said in a loud voice: "Don't move." Wu Zhihua really stopped, Fang Yuan gave the people next to him a look, and motioned for them to handcuff him, Wu Zhihua did not resist, but just made a request: "I want to say a few words to that girl." His hands were already cuffed behind his back, Fang Yuan was slightly relieved, he didn't immediately agree to his request, Wu Zhihua said calmly: "Officer Fang, you probably need my cooperation in many things, don't you agree to my little request, you see, I am completely controlled by you now." He raised his hand, and the handcuffs rattled. Fang Yuan was right to think about it, and asked Yang Mianmian if she was willing, of course she wouldn't have stage fright, and said to Jing Chu: "I want to see what else he can do." Jing Chu couldn't do anything about her temperament, so he could only nod: "I'll go with you." "What do you want to tell me?" Yang Mianmian looked at the subdued Wu Zhihua, and the corners of her eyebrows and eyes were full of mockery. The corners of Wu Zhihua's mouth curled slightly, and he was also indescribably sarcastic: "Little girl, you look down on people so much, you will suffer." Yang Mianmian was about to sneer at each other, but she heard Chang Yan shouting "Be careful", and before she could react, she saw Wu Zhihua's hand loosen and a lit lighter fell to the ground. At that moment, the lighter screamed, "No, the oil here will burn!" Yang Mianmian turned around and wanted to leave, but unfortunately, there was not only gasoline in this narrow corridor, but also ...... Gas canisters. The gas tank only remembered what Wu Zhihua had done when he held it just now, and he loosened its valve: "Ah, I'm going to explode!" Before she could finish speaking, she only heard a loud bang, and she couldn't hear anything in her ears, she was dizzy, her chest was so disgusting that she wanted to vomit, and she lay on the ground, feeling confused for a while. Raising her head, she saw Jing Chu's face close at hand, all covered in blood.