Outside the back wall of Dongcheng Middle School is a barren land, overgrown with weeds, some even tall. The other end of the wasteland is a one-story bungalow, as for the reason why this piece www.biquge.info of wasteland became a wasteland, it must be that the demolition and relocation business was carried out vigorously when the school was built, and it was only later that it was found that the funds were insufficient, so Dongcheng Middle School only circled more than 60 acres of land, and the remaining large piece of land was abandoned by weeds.

Male and female students who return late from school often meet here to whisper, kiss, and even dormitory students who study late or climb out of the fence late at night.

Dongcheng Middle School ends at 5:30, and in this early winter day, the sun is slanting to the west early, illuminating the clouds all over the sky red, beautiful but a little poignant.

Outside the fence behind Dongcheng Middle School, there was movement in the tall grass, swaying the tall grass. Rest assured, at this hour, the students are not bold enough to fire cannons everywhere, and the teaching room in the school is still cut with sharp weapons, and they don't have the courage to shoot cannons, maybe the one against the wall will fall towards them.

The young teacher awoke from his slumber, let out a low cry of pain, put his hand on the wounded shoulder blade, gritted his teeth and let out a low cry. Obviously, his wound had been treated simply by some means, and it was basically not bleeding outward, except for a little blood flowing along the edges of the wound.

He endured the pain and gently stroked the wound, and then slowly moved his shoulder blades, his pale lips couldn't help but crack, and he was smiling to himself - the bullet was no longer in his body.

He tried hard, turned his body over, endured the pain and stretched out his hand to remove the tall grass in front of him, and slanted towards the classroom of Feng Jing's class, he saw the corridor cut by sharp weapons falling to the side, and he couldn't help but feel a chill on his back.

He hurriedly stretched out his hand to the uncomfortable shirt, took out a mobile phone from it, and was about to dial the number, when he suddenly felt that the uncomfortable shirt was very in the way, so he simply tore the shirt, and his muscles were exposed to the evening air.

The phone went through, but no one answered for a long time, and he couldn't help scolding: "Damn, answer it quickly!" ”

The young teacher dialed several times in a row, but still did not connect, and this depressing thing made him look a little irritable, threw the phone on the grass, and scolded Damn.

There was a slight movement around the grass, and the young teacher reflexively noticed it, hid deep in the grass, and pulled out a striderbtseal2001 saber from his calf, which was horizontal at his chin, ready to assassinate the latter.

The movement around him approached him, and the hand holding the saber trembled slightly as he endured the pain in his shoulder blade. He was a little nervous, and the knife turned angle after angle, trying to fight for his life.

The movement on the left was closer, and one turned sharply and leaped up, a sharp saber across the throat of an armed soldier.

The people around them quickly stood up, revealing their six heads, and their guns were aimed at the young teacher's head, and they shouted again and again - don't move.

The young teacher swept away several of them, all wearing army green uniforms and fully armed. The next second, he let go of the soldier he was holding, the tip of the knife went down, let go, and the saber fell to the ground freely, and his hands stretched out to his head.

At the moment when the saber fell to the ground, the soldier whose neck was crossed by the saber reversed, grabbed the young teacher's arm, and pressed his buttocks against his waist.

"Ahh You let me go, I'm Ling Ran, and I want to see your battalion commander Chen Haotian. The young teacher said with some difficulty as he turned his back, apparently his sharp eyes had already identified the person at the moment before he threw the knife.

As soon as the young teacher who claimed to be Ling Ran finished speaking, the two soldiers who were holding Ling Ran couldn't help but be stunned, and then reached over, covering Ling Ran's mouth tightly, and looked away at a relatively sturdy young man on the left.

The sturdy young man gestured, and the two of them bent over and walked towards the bungalow with Ling Ran in their backs, while the rest of the people each looked for the best shooting position.

Ling Ran's eyes glanced at it, the number of people was far beyond his expectations, the entire barren grassland was full of heavily armed soldiers in green uniforms, in groups of threes and twos, and there were more than thirty people.

The gate of Dongcheng Middle School has been guarded by the police, and heavily armed special police officers have also infiltrated the campus and distributed around the campus to check the students who stay on the campus.

The front of the school gate was full of people who came to watch the show, and the police who maintained law and order surrounded the people who came to sightsee. Compared to the hustle and bustle of the people, the road diagonally opposite the school gate is quieter, and a Chevrolet is parked on the side of the road, and the two people inside tilt their heads to look at the school gate.

"Team Wu, that girl is gone, maybe she has infiltrated the school." The mobile phone held by Team Wu, who was sitting in the co-pilot, made a sound.

"Then withdraw yourselves, lest you be discovered." Team Wu pinned his head and looked at the three strong men shuttling in the crowd at the school gate.

"yes, I see." Xiaohu, who was hiding on the roof of the building opposite the school gate, hung up the phone after speaking, picked up the walkie-talkie next to him and said, "Close, repeat, close." ”

Before the police arrived, when her classmates fled in panic and told some incredible horror ghost stories, she vaguely felt that something had happened to Feng Jing, and she sneaked into the campus at that time, and she was worried that something would happen to him.

At this time, several limousines in the distance were driving towards the school with full horsepower, but they were stopped by the traffic police in the distance when they were still 100 meters away from the school. More than a dozen young people in suits and leather shoes got down from the four cars, and the one in front was a middle-aged man named Guo Tian, Guo Zihao's father, the second richest man in Dongcheng.

Guo Zihao, who was in the crowd, saw his father hurrying in the distance, got out of the crowd, and ran towards his father. Guo Tiangang couldn't help but smile when he saw Guo Zihao running over—his son didn't have an accident.

But the smile just climbed up his cheeks, and the thick lips that were slightly upturned pulled down sharply, serious and cold.

"Dad." Guo Zihao looked at his father and said, "Go and save ......"

Before Guo Zihao's words were finished, there was a loud bang, which made the followers behind him at a loss.

"What about Xu Aiyi?" Guo Tian yelled at Guo Zihao, looking at the situation and slapping him again.

Guo Zihao covered his cheeks and hurriedly hid to the side, looking at his father with an innocent expression blankly, his father who became extremely cruel in an instant.

Guo Tian glanced coldly at his son who was retreating to the side, as if he saw something in his eyes, and turned to the more than ten young people behind him and said, "No matter what method you use, you must get the young lady out for me, or you will wait for the burial!" ”

"Yes." All the young people expressed their position in unison. Then Guo Tianyi waved his hand, and scattered in twos and threes, some looked at the campus, some took out their mobile phones from their trouser pockets and pressed a few keys to their ears, and some drove away......

Guo Tian turned his head, glanced at Guo Zihao, who was looking at him with his head raised slightly, and finally turned his eyes to the people at the school gate, sighed deeply, waved his hand to his son, and motioned for him to come over.

Guo Zihao looked at his cold father, and timidly walked towards his father, but to his surprise, his father did not slap him again, but hugged him tightly in his arms. There was silence, no words.

In the classroom where Feng Jing is located in the campus teaching building, students are lying on top of each other, men and women, piled up into a hill, and desks are piled up around the pile, Feng Jing stands at the top of the pile, his head almost touching the roof.

The roar still echoed in the classroom, and the crowd occasionally moved, Feng Jing stood at the top and bit his lower lip slightly, pressing down on the crowd under his feet, a little struggling.

Xu Aiyi timidly stood in front of Wang Jingqiong, who was showing off her sharp teeth, and shouted in a weak voice - Jingqiong, I am Xu Aiyi, do you still recognize me? The language was not distinctive, and it was repeated constantly, occasionally looking back at Feng Jing, who was standing on a high place with some difficulty, but every time she saw his unannoying expression, it made her feel even more uneasy.

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