"You...... Can you still run? ”

The simple punch brought an unbelievably huge impact, and the door on that side collapsed, and the whole car seemed to be swung violently by a multi-ton sledgehammer, and it swung open to the side with a loud bang, and the glass on all sides turned into debris in the sky in this violent impact, and pounced on everyone's body. When Jia Ming leaned on the broken car window and showed a smiling face inside, and said this, Ying Zifeng looked at the figure, his teeth clicked, and he trembled irrepressibly.

Although he also knew that there were some people who had trained their strength to the limit and could barely achieve the immediate effect, it definitely did not have such a thunderous impact as in front of him. Ying Zifeng was frightened, but the few people next to him reacted after a short period of shock, and the moment before turning the muzzle of the gun to Jia Ming's side, Jia Ming's two hands holding the gun had already suddenly reached out of the window and pressed on the heads of the two people next to him.

Bang -

Blood was spilled all over the carriage.

At close range, the destructive power of the modified large-caliber pistol in Jiaming's hand was exerted to the extreme, the two heads and even the shoulders exploded, and the flesh and blood pounced on the person next to him, and most of Ying Zifeng's body was covered with blood and broken meat, at this time, he just looked at Jiaming's muzzle in a daze, his teeth were fighting, he raised his left hand and patted it on his body, and patted it again, the blood red stained his palm, no matter how he patted it, it seemed that he was about to be stupid.

Hundreds of people at the exit of the market looked at the scene here in a daze, I don't know when. It's as quiet as night.

The next moment, the bullet sparked on the ground, and farther on the road, more than 20 police cars turned around the corner of the street over there, rushing towards this side, a sniper leaned out on the roof of the car, aiming at this side, Jia Ming lowered his head, and a bullet whistled over his head. His two guns were pointed at Ying Zifeng in the carriage, and the other two surviving agents did not dare to move.

"What are you doing running so fast, I've always wanted to say something to you......"

Jiaming knocked the pistol on Ying Zifeng's head twice, and then, the smile disappeared, "You have ten minutes to explain the future." ”

Say that. He took two steps back, then turned and rushed into the chaotic crowd of the vegetable market, disappearing in a moment, and in the chaos of the crowd, more than twenty police cars. Finally approached the blood-stained taxi.

Watch this scene on the car TV. Fang Zhitian closed his eyes with a headache, and then let out a long sigh of relief: "It's okay...... He wants to talk about ......"

A person sitting next to him whispered to the other side, frowned, and leaned over again: "I'm afraid...... It's hard to say, what he said was to give Ying Zifeng ten minutes to explain the aftermath, it may be to make him feel more fearful, Ying Zifeng ...... I'm almost stupefied now......"

"Uh......" Fang Zhitian was stunned for a moment, "Ten minutes...... He is now, and no one knows where Jiaming is.

When the more than 20 police cars arrived, they dragged Ying Zifeng, who was in a semi-demented state, out of the car, and talked to the remaining two agents. Immediately, other manpower who were still in the rear began to search the vicinity, but naturally there was no result. And the agent belonging to Ye Lian's group, who originally followed all the way to the rear and transmitted the live situation all the way, had completely lost the target at this time.

Jiaming left a ten-minute countdown, no one knew what he would do, as a police officer, he naturally thought that there were more than 20 cars on his side. With light and heavy weapons, he can be invincible in the city. But the agents didn't think so. However, no matter how big the difference between the two sides is in their estimation of the enemy's strength. They have to do something at the moment, that is, there are two paths in front of them, one is to escort Ying Zifeng to the Public Security Bureau, and the other is to escort him to the hiding place of the agents. And since the local agents belonging to Ying Haisheng's side were already on the way, they also decided to concentrate all their forces and send Ying Zifeng to the Public Security Bureau first, if the other party can take out the entire Municipal Public Security Bureau alone-uh, this kind of thinking is actually meaningless......

The convoy drove onto the highway in a majestic manner, and a few minutes later, it converged with several bulletproof vehicles driven by agents, transferred Ying Zifeng, and sat in the back seat of the vehicle, Ying Zifeng, who was covered in blood, trembled, and only then did he react slightly: "He will come...... He's coming...... Where and what time are we now...... I asked what time it was......"

Snatched an agent's watch and looked at the time, then asked with a shudder, "How many minutes have passed?" How many minutes has passed? Looking desperately out of the window, the agent next to him comforted: "It's okay, Mr. Ying, I promise it's okay, you see that it's all our people in front and behind, and he didn't do it just now, so it can be seen that he is not targeting you, or ......"

"What's all right! What's all right! Yes? Ying Zifeng, who was blood-red, almost cried, "He didn't come to kill me?" He's not here to kill me! He's not targeting me, is he targeting you! Surrounded by our locals...... And what about the roadside, those people on the side of the road are also our people!? ”

Pointing at the pedestrians on the side of the road yelling, he fell into this hysterical state, and others had nothing to do, plus he was also a little nervous about the ten-minute deadline, and he was paying attention to the situation on the side of the road at this time. The convoy turned the next intersection, the towering building, and the driver in the police car in front of him suddenly lowered his head and looked at the sky: "What ......is that?"

The front and back police officers loaded the bullets with brushes, looked up, and the first place that appeared was a small pink dot, which gradually grew larger.

"Plastic bag bar......

"No, it seems to be...... Aircraft ......"

"RC Aircraft ......"

Under the high degree of vigilance, the people in the front and rear vehicles also saw that something was wrong over the street, one, two, three...... More than dozens of toy remote-controlled helicopters lined up and flew towards the convoy "buzzing".

Bulletproof sedans. Ying Zifeng opened his mouth, looked down at the remote-controlled planes of different colors, and widened his eyes: "He's coming, it's him......" As he spoke, he slammed into the car door, "He's here...... Let me out! I don't want to be here, I don't want to die in the car, it's not safe here-"

"That's just a remote-controlled plane......"

The agent blocked him, at the same time. Four police cars stopped on the side of the road, a total of 20 policemen rushed to both sides of the road with guns, this road is not prosperous, there are not many pedestrians on the side of the road, as soon as they see this scene like an anti-terrorist movie, they all subconsciously run away.

The policeman's gaze looks to the floors on either side, looking for a target. The snipers opened the roof of the car, and the helicopter hovered over the convoy.

At that moment, Ying Zifeng opened the car door a little hysterically, and jumped out directly under the obstruction of the agent.

"He's ...... on the roof," a police officer across the street spoke into the walkie-talkie. The muzzle is raised. Pointing to the top of the building.

A dark shadow stood at the edge of the building, looking at the convoy in the street below.

After struggling a few times, Ying Zifeng got up from the ground and chased down by the agents behind him.

The first remote-controlled plane fell and smashed into the window of a police car driving ahead.

Garret.

With direct sunlight, he took a step back, let go of the complicated remote control in his hand, looked at the blue sky, and let out a long breath: "It's almost ......"

The river of time seemed to be stopped for a moment by this sigh, and the streets were over. The hovering remote-piloted plane began to fall downwards, and countless eyes followed the toys, and someone began to give orders: "Shoot, knock out those toys." Ying Zifeng, who rushed out of the carriage, was pulled by the agent and struggled hard.

And then...... The explosion overturned the police car!

The remote-controlled plane fell to the ground, and a loud and violent explosion came indirectly in an instant, and the air waves rolled. They overturned the car. Pushed some moving police cars out abruptly, in flames. Billowing smoke filled the streets. Ying Zifeng, who was completely unaware of the situation and fell into a panic, broke free from the pull of others and rushed to the place he thought was safe in the air waves......

In the middle of the building, with his palms tapping on the handrails, Jia Ming walked down the corridor, humming an unknown melody in his mouth.

At the same time, Ying Zifeng rushed into the building, which was still under renovation.

"Tear gas!"

"Help—"

"Catch him! Get him! When he saw the suspect, he immediately opened fire and wanted to kill him on the spot......"

Looking from the sky, the road between the two rows of buildings was filled with smoke and dust, flames were burning on the exploding cars, all the vehicles were scattered and scattered, there was chaos, the agents chased Ying Zifeng towards the building, some people began to save people in the smoke for the first time, and more policemen rushed into the building with guns.

Run! Run! Run!

Perhaps frightened by the hint of Jiaming's death, but also scared out of his potential, Ying Zifeng ran wildly in the building that had not yet been renovated, the hall, the corridor, the room, nothing could stop his determination to escape, at this moment, he just wanted to escape from the chase behind him, find a place to hide, the flesh and mucus sprinkled with his head and face seemed to tell him that even if there were many people, it was meaningless.

The agents in the rear reached out and grabbed him several times, but they couldn't catch him.

Wooden frames, plastic buckets, cardboard boxes, discarded lunch boxes, the crowd chased through the corridors, and finally, Ying Zifeng stepped on a steel pipe under his feet, slipped suddenly, and threw himself on the ground. The agent in the rear jumped and threw him to the ground: "Mr. Ying, we ...... now"

Step-

Footsteps rang out at the entrance of the corridor ahead, and the figure pulled a rope and fell to the ground.

Ying Zifeng, who was lying on the ground, raised his head, and the agent who grabbed him also raised his head at the same time, raising his gun.

Several agents from behind raised their different weapons. Then, a violent gunshot rang out throughout the building.

The firelight flew and the smoke filled the air, and a mirror placed in the shadows over there shattered into powder in an uproar of the crazy gunshots, and the next moment, blood was once again splashed all over Ying Zifeng's body. "Ahh

In the confrontation on both sides of the corridor, Ying Zifeng climbed up desperately. Rushing back in the direction he had come from, and as he ran past several agents, a man was shot and flew out backwards, seemingly running at almost the same speed as he was running, and he could even make out the man's blinking movements and twisted expression as he flew up in the air.

Leaving the agents to shoot at the Grim Reaper, he screamed and rushed out of the corridor, and in a hall in front of him, several figures seemed to see him and rushed towards him. With a frightened expression, he froze and fell to the ground, and the next moment, he struggled to get up again and ran in the other direction where no one was around, and a sharp pain came from his shoulder. I don't know if it was a stray bullet or something that pierced his shoulder blade, he shook his body and continued to run lifelessly, and in front of him was the staircase that led to the second floor......

At least for this time. He had been frightened mad by the explosion of his body, the blood all over his body.

It's indescribable confusion.

Follow the gun-wielder figure through the building. In the burst of gunshots, the flowers of death continued to bloom, here, the number of people no longer represented the advantage, when the precision of marksmanship and sensitive reaction were used to the extreme, he became the god of death, any object that moved back in his field of vision, was destroyed at the first time, with the explosion in the firefight, the stairwell collapsed. Blocked most of the police below. Without support, the gunfire and explosions on the second floor suddenly subsided, Ying Zifeng was shot in the leg, leaned against the side of the corridor, gritted his teeth to prevent himself from calling out, and in the footsteps, a figure at one end of the corridor suddenly appeared. Then he was shot and flew away. He turned his head, the nightmarish figure with a gun in his hand. Walk slowly.

"Ah......h

In the hoarse scream, Ying Zifeng crawled to the ground and struggled to the fork in the T-shaped corridor. A grenade was thrown out of Jia Ming's hand, and the corridor at the other end exploded with billowing waves of air, and the flames marked that side as a forbidden area. Ying Zifeng turned the corner and desperately crawled in the direction of the third corridor.

On the crowded street outside, a police station chief instructed others to climb up to the second floor, listened to the explosion, and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead: "I don't even know what's going on...... The second son of the Ying family...... Who the hell did you provoke......"

Blood gushed out from his thighs, pulling out a long line of blood on the ground, Ying Zifeng climbed until he was weak, and listened to the footsteps behind him to follow: "Ten minutes have passed, are you ready?" ”

"Don't kill me...... Don't kill me......"

The figure with the gun raised smiled and smiled: "Drug trafficking can be shot, you want me not to kill you, that girl just disturbed your interest in recruiting prostitutes, why don't you want to kill her......"

"Don't kill me......"

Crawling forward on the ground, Ying Zifeng could only say this sentence trembling all over his body at this time. Suddenly, the muzzle of the gun in the rear was raised, and a figure appeared at the end of the corridor, he raised his hand, as much as possible to show friendship, and at the same time, several figures appeared beside him, also aiming the muzzle of the gun.

"Don't be impulsive, I just want to talk and try to find a ...... There can be a solution...... "The man sighed as he walked forward, "I think this matter has made a big fuss......"

"Uncle Fang......" Ying Zifeng looked at the figure coming over for a long time, and finally muttered a word.

"If I kill him, it'll be solved."

"You know it's not that simple."

The voice of the conversation remembered that in the corridor, Ying Zifeng suddenly seemed to have strength again, and crawled forward frantically: "Uncle Fang, help!" Uncle Fang ......, "He is as fragile as a child at this time, even though his own family and the Fang family are not very warm, even if he doesn't have much affection for Fang Zhitian, but the appearance of this Yanhuang awakened leader here can indeed give people great courage." Approaching Ying Zifeng, Fang Zhitian stretched out his left hand: "Give me your hand, I will save you." ”

Ying Zifeng, who was crawling on the ground, stretched out his right hand and shook it.

Fang Zhitian's right hand was placed behind him, and when he took it out again, he raised a sharp saber half a meter long, and the sword light slashed through the air.

"Ahh

A heart-rending cry of pain sounded in the corridor, this was not the first time Ying Zifeng shouted it today, but it was definitely the most painful one he felt. Blood shot out, and Ying Zifeng's right hand was broken at the elbow at this moment.

"So you're going to give me a little bit of leverage to talk to first......"

From reaching out, to waving the knife, until the arm was cut off, this middle-aged man with great power didn't even blink his eyes, and after muttering this sentence in his mouth, he handed the broken arm and knife in his hand to Cui Guohua behind him, and then kicked Ying Zifeng away. In the time that Ye Lian was bandaging the broken arm of Ying Zifeng, who was howling, he raised his head.

"You know, I'm embarrassed to get it like this today." The middle-aged man smiled, "However, I want to say that it has not really reached the bottom line, and there is still the possibility of redemption." So...... I want to talk about ......"