Not far away, the bridge deck is brightly lit, and the alarm lights on both sides of the bridge seem to have blocked traffic.

"Boss, I haven't eaten enough, I'm so hungry." Impotence patted his fat belly, licked his fingers and food scraps, and looked back at the fragrant cabin, a little reluctant.

"I'm hungry, I don't have a penny in my pocket, and they confiscated my phone." Long Jiang and impotence walked onto the two-person wide gangplank on the shore of the boat one after the other, intending to go ashore and go home.

Several police cars drove up at a gallop, and the loudspeakers played rolling shouts:

"Binzhou police emergency notice, Binjiang No. 4 auxiliary bridge on both sides of the 1000-meter range is about to be blocked, search for fugitives, please leave the scene after hearing the notice!"

Police cars stopped on both sides of the road and began to evacuate passing vehicles.

A policeman's blue and white vehicle stopped on the side of the road, and two policemen wearing white biochemical suits came out of their clumsy feet.

A gray-haired head poked out of the car, which seemed to be the leader, and shouted loudly: "Wang, Li, the leader temporarily prepares dry food for 0 people to take away, and then burns two pots of fish soup!" Be quick. ”

The two said yes and walked towards Longjiang impotence.

"Boss, let's go, the strip is coming." Knowing that the police were not here to arrest people, the impotence was still very nervous, and his words were unnatural.

"Ah Yi, listen, don't run around, this may be an opportunity." Long Jiang turned sideways, dodged the two policemen who walked and staggered on the pedal, and quietly said with impotence on his stomach.

"Opportunity? What chances? Impotence sneezed loudly, followed the Longjiang River to the shore, and hid in a group of people watching the excitement, thirsty and hungry, and did not understand.

In less than ten minutes, three hotel waiters carried a large bucket of fish soup and one carried four large bags of steamed buns, and followed the police out of the cabin hotel.

The owner of the hotel stood at the bow of the boat and bowed: "Thank you for coming, Captain Wang, what else do you spend, I am so familiar with your sub-chief, the police and the people, I don't have much money for the troops." ”

"That's not good, the leader explained, you must give money, and in addition, you should close the door and evacuate the customers! Don't delay the police action! ”

The boss said yes with a sad face and went back to the cabin.

"Ah Yi, it's up to you≤∝≤∝≤∝≤∝ m.↖.c↓omstyle_tt;." Long Jiang pursed his lips and pointed at the guy who fell at the end, carrying a big steamed bun like a mountain, and squeezed his eyebrows at the impotence.

"Meaning."

Impotence smiled, lowered his head and got out of the crowd, pretending to hit the waiter inadvertently, and reached out to support him when he stumbled and was about to fall.

"Oh, I'm sorry, are you alright?"

The waiter looked up and was stunned, just about to open his mouth to get angry, reprimanding and reprimanding this fat man who didn't walk with long eyes, but somehow his mind was confused, his mouth opened and closed, and silently handed over the steamed bun to impotence, and without saying a word, he turned around and stepped on the gangplank, and returned to the cabin.

"Well done!" Long Jiang walked over quietly and secretly praised impotence with his thumb.

"A rookie with 100 mental power, every minute and every second!" Impotence triumphant.

"There will be martial law here in a while, you take a taxi home to find Mimi immediately, leave me alone." Long Jiang took the two large bags of steamed buns that impotence was carrying.

With a sinking hand in his hand, the weight of the steamed bun was not light, he lowered his head, held the big bag, walked a few steps, and quickly followed the two hotel waiters in front of him who were carrying buckets of fragrant fish soup.

The night was deep, the police lights roared, a team of policemen came, Zhang Luo blocked the river, several night cruise ships waved flags, Zhang Luo docked, dismissed tourists, and the riverside walking tourists panicked and scattered.

No one noticed that the guy with a big bag of steamed buns in the back had quietly changed to another person.

The temporary headquarters of the national security escort is located in the park under the No. 4 bridge on the riverside, next to a huge sculpture pedestal, which is sheltered from the wind and is suitable for driving vehicles and various command equipment.

Under the bright car lights, more than a dozen police officers and national security officers were gathering together, sitting or standing in a meeting, and in the middle stood the person who was foaming at the mouth and announcing the task with a waist and a high spirit, which was Director Qiao.

"The above are the four requirements I said, in the final analysis, the vehicle falls into the river, we must chase and escape, and strictly pursue responsibility! From bottom to top, check to the end! ”

I don't know who sniffed and smelled the smell of food, and the policeman's stomach began to gurgle and roar one after another.

"Leader, the emperor is not short of hungry soldiers! Let's eat first! A fat policeman turned his head to look at the three of Longjiang, wiped his nose and muttered.

"Eat? Who is still in the mood to eat at this time? Do you know that the leadership of the General Administration is waiting for us to reply? Who's that, huh? Director Qiao straightened his neck like an aggressive rooster, his eyes were cold behind his glasses, and he unceremoniously stared at his subordinates, waving his arms heroically.

"Phew!" The fat cop muttered something and stopped talking.

Several colleagues around the fat policeman exchanged glances with each other, and Long Jiang could see clearly, with disdain and contempt shining inside.

Two hotel waiters panted and carried the soup bucket to the side of the sculpture steps, and on a police car with the back door wide open, three or four young policemen took the soup bucket and disposable cutlery, put it on the steps, and began to distribute meals according to the number of people at the meeting.

Long Jiang pretended to be panting and booed as he carried the four plastic bags containing steamed buns, walked up the steps, and wiped the sweat on his head.

Director Qiao was twenty-two or three meters down the steps, surrounded by a group of absent-minded police officers, still impassionedly giving instructions, and the two hotel waiters put down everything and left in the opposite direction.

The mission goal is right in front of you, but unfortunately it is a few meters away before the light rune can take effect.

What to do? The two waiters walked farther and farther, and they couldn't keep carrying the steamed bun and pestle, right?

Or a few arrows to walk over and raise your hand to put down Director Joe?

That's not good, the twenty or thirty policemen around are not vegetarians, how can they let Long Jiangshun leave?

You have to think of a way to kill the target without exposing yourself.

"Give me the steamed buns, and you can go." A policeman next to him stretched out his hand, took the bag of steamed buns and handed them to others.

Steamed bread? Long Jiang looked at the tightly packed steamed bun bag in his hand, like a super huge basketball, his eyes lit up, there is!

The last bag of steamed buns didn't wait for it to be delivered, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the bag of steamed buns suddenly rolled straight to the policemen at the bottom of the steps like a ball.

"Oops, it's gone!" The policeman who picked up the steamed buns exclaimed, pulled his legs and chased after the bag of steamed buns that rolled down, and when he saw Long Jiang standing in a daze, he glared and said angrily: "Don't chase it yet!" ”

"Hey, right away!" Long Jiang jumped down the steps quickly, quickly overtook the policeman who received the steamed bun, chased after him for seven or eight steps, and stopped the steamed bun before it rolled to the ground.

The left and right were standing and listening to the meeting, and the distance was so close that they had already seen the foam splashing out of Director Qiao's mouth, and they could see it clearly under the light of the car, Longjiang was overjoyed, his right hand firmly grasped the steamed bun bag, and his left hand was hidden behind the bag and bounced quietly and rapidly.

A bunch of light talismans flashing with only oneself to see, with varying levels of evil energy, followed the gap of the surrounding people, and pounced into the left chest of Director Qiao's body, who was waving his arms excitedly.

"Ahh Hearing the screams coming from the crowd, Long Jiang squinted his eyes proudly, and his left hand was ready to go, and he continued to wait.

Director Qiao was like a house finch that had only been hit by a bullet, he suddenly turned his head, his hands covered his chest, his mouth was open, and a pair of eyes behind his glasses were round, staring at the dark night sky, and fell on his back!

The incident happened so suddenly that the police didn't even react to what had happened.

After a few seconds, there was a great confusion among the surrounding police.

"Call the doctor!"

"Joe has a heart attack, who has a quick-fix heart pill?"

"No, there is bleeding in the front chest, I want a tourniquet!"

The virtual screen in front of Longjiang is scrolling:

"Mission completion goal: 6

Remaining targets: Choi Jincheng, Shen Xiong, Yamamoto Lang

Time remaining: 3 days, 0:04 minutes

Gain Good Power: Unknown

Gain Evil Power: Unknown

The police officer chasing the steamed buns was dumbfounded, took the steamed bun bag in Long Jiang's hand in a daze, and looked at Director Qiao who was still speaking in high spirits just now, and fell to the ground at this time, like a leper dog who had been shot, under the night light, his face was gray, and there was no trace of vitality.

Seeing that Long Jiang was stunned and looked at the scene, he came to his senses, stretched out his foot and kicked Long Jiang, and said fiercely:

"Go away, what are you still doing here?"

Seeing Long Jiang silently walking away, he was secretly happy: "God has opened his eyes, Qiao Qiwan, who has always pretended to be forced, is actually dead!" ”

After looking at the messy porridge policemen, he shook his head again: "This time it's okay, and I can't eat." ”

Long Jiang Shun completed the task, squeezed out the busy team, hurriedly stopped a yellow and white taxi, and went straight to the villa rented by Mimi.

The taxi didn't wait for it to stop, Qi Sheng, who had been waiting for a long time, rushed over from the villa, hurriedly threw a 50 yuan bill to the taxi driver, and dragged Long Jiang down.

"Boss, something happened. I don't know, Mimi answered the phone, very dangerous. ”

Impotence stood at the door of the villa, looking forward to it, carrying a piece of buttered bread in his hand, hurriedly handed it to Long Jiang, and handed over a plate of oily Binzhou sausages with a fork stuck in it.

"Boss, hurry up and eat." Impotence stuffed the plate into Long Jiang's arms, and urged him to eat quickly.

"What's the matter, so urgent? Don't have time to eat? Long Jiang looked at the impotence strangely, then looked at Qi Sheng, took the bread, took a bite of the forked sausage, and entered the gate of the villa.

There is a huge table in the living room of the villa, on which are placed a bunch of computers and strange electronic instruments, on which the yellow and green lights are shining, Mimi has headphones in her ears, and her hands are crackling and typing on the keyboard, as if she is talking on the phone, and her expression is busy.

"Just keep an eye on it, don't do it yet, wait for us to arrive, remember, don't be impulsive, to prevent them from hurting the hostages."

"Hostages?" Long Jiang swallowed the sausage with difficulty, took the kvass drink handed over by Qi Sheng and took a sip, and sat down on the red chair opposite Mimi, his face full of inexplicability.

Mimi put down her headphones and looked at Long Jiang with sympathy.

Impotence and Qi Sheng also came over and looked at Long Jiang with a nervous expression.

Long Jiang felt the slightest bit wrong, and said strangely: "What? ”

"Boss, I hope you're ready, we have very bad news."

Mimi put away her face, looked at Long Jiang seriously, and said something that made him jump up:

"A time ago, Sister Zeng's father was killed, Fan Dazui was seriously injured, and Zeng Qiaoqiao was also kidnapped!"