Director Meng from the provincial department, his heart sank to the bottom, and when he saw the entry of the Blue Eagle troops into the scene, everyone was looking forward to it, thinking that it would be able to ping pong for a while, the gangsters fell, the hostages were rescued, and they were all happy and returned triumphantly.

But this strange Longjiang not only pretended to be blindfolded, but also let the bald ladles buckle it when he went in, and Nima even put on the handcuffs and was dragged into the house.

What kind of special warfare elite is this? It's almost the same as seeking death and abusing the elite.

On a hot day, Director Meng looked at Longjiang who was out of tune, and Hong Gang who didn't care, and his mood was the same as that big nose, which was pulling out the cold!

Colonel Hong Gang beside him, but he was not in a hurry at all, and was chatting with the Zhao detachment in a low voice.

"Lao Zhao, is the ambulance force enough?"

"There are two ambulances outside, one is for Secretary Li, and after opening the provincial hospital, there is only one left."

"It's too few, the hospitals with ambulances in the mobilization room are all driving over, at least, well, ten!"

The Zhao detachment was startled, looked at the colonel seriously, and wondered in his heart, looking at this posture, would it be necessary to bomb it with a plane in a while?

What a toll it would be.

Seeing that Colonel Hong Gang looked serious, he didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly called someone to make arrangements.

In a short time, the ambulances on duty in various hospitals in Yanagihara received orders from the 110 command center almost at the same time and rushed to the door of the No. 1 Detention Center.

Listening to Hong Gang's arrangement, Director Meng's heart was beating rapidly, this was clearly the rhythm of the attack, and he became more and more worried.

Blue Eagle is a special force of the field army, and he has to clean up after a big killing, and he leaves after the fight!

God, my hostage, my future, my qiē.

Thinking of the upcoming situation, Director Meng had cold sweat on his head, and he came out more and more.

But the other party was holding Shang Fang's sword in his hand, and it was still terrifying, he couldn't manage it if he wanted to, he had been a police officer for so many years, and it was the first time he encountered this kind of bad thing that wanted to cry without tears.

Just now, I went out and used my mobile phone to make a brief report to the Fu Department and the deputy director in charge, and the answer I got was the same, cooperate with the work of the Blue Eagle special operations force, solve it as much as possible, pay attention to the impact, and carry forward the police prestige.

Nima is such an uncoordinated group of soldiers, how can you let my old Meng cooperate?

Director Meng was in annoyance, his shoulders suddenly sank, and he turned his head to see that it was Hong Gang, looking at him seriously:

"Director Meng, why do you always sweat?"

"It's okay, it's a little hot." Director Meng was helpless.

"Tight heat? Don't be funny. By the way, is it kidney deficiency? Brother, at such an old age, there are some things that have to be controlled! ”

Hong Gang's expression was sincere, and his face was stern.

Director Meng: "I ......"

Hong Gang squeezed his eyes: "Oh, I see, isn't my sister-in-law demanding, it's okay, wait for it, I have a secret recipe here, it's an absolute drop to tonify the kidney!" ”

The director's face is purple, and his head is full of black lines!

……

Long Jiang was still blindfolded, and was pushed so much that he staggered into the corridor, the glow flashed in front of him, and the cold metallic glow of a police seven-seven pistol was clearly presented in front of him, and he seemed to be holding it in a bald hand.

It seems that this is the only gun used by the prisoners.

Before going out, he clearly remembered that the gun seemed to be in the hands of the calling police.

Today, the gun has changed owners.

This man's head is full of evil energy, and the black evil power is full of six figures.

Long Jiang took a closer look, and suddenly rejoiced in his heart, more than 70,000 evil powers!

There is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!

He endured the strong excitement in his heart, wore a blindfold, pretended to stumble towards this person, and the Taiji diagram in his left hand rotated violently, and a stream of evil energy drilled into his index finger and thumb, just waiting for that happy blow!

It's close, it's close!

Long Jiang was calculating the distance from the gunman in his heart, and at the same time thinking about whether to shoot the gun first or kill the person first.

The owner of the pistol sneakily hid behind two roll cabinets, and soon found the approaching Long Jiang, and scolded:

"Grass mud horse, who specially asked you to come over, hurry up and get out of here!"

This kid was the boss of the head, with a vicious face, and he stepped on the unconscious policeman's body fiercely, seeing that Long Jiang ignored him, he staggered and continued to run, and couldn't help but be furious.

Long Jiang was taken aback when he saw the glow of the pistol raised, facing him, and was about to fight back, but the mutation protruded!

The policeman who fell to the ground and was unconscious, but he woke up at some point, he suddenly turned over, hugged his head and calves, and dragged him to a stumbling side!

The big head was caught off guard, and he was dragged to the ground, and suddenly the string of meat between his legs suddenly tightened, and he was grabbed by the police!

In the earth-shattering sound of broken eggs, he screamed wildly, and his head was so bald that he let go of the gun and fell into the hands of the injured policeman, who picked it up, and the gun was originally his.

"Phew! Bang! Bang! "Three shots in a row.

The loud sound of gunfire echoed through the narrow corridors of the detention center, and the loud echo stunned everyone.

The lower body, head, and stomach of the big head were shot at the same time, his eyes were dim, and more than 70,000 evil energies quickly faded, dissipated, and turned into nothingness, and his body also fell straight and upright, and a cavity of blood suddenly spurted out, and blood flowed all over the ground!

Long Jiang was dumbfounded.

The target person who has been coveted for a long time is suddenly killed, and it feels like a class flower who has successfully confessed, and is suddenly pulled into bed by a hooligan.

It is like a boiled duck that grows two wings on its own and flies into the sky.

That extremely uncomfortable feeling almost made Long Jiang vomit blood, and he dragged off the blindfold, only to find that there was chaos inside and outside the detention center.

The policeman on duty who was arrested exerted all his strength, fired three shots, fell headlong, and fainted again, and the gun with few bullets left in his hand fell to the ground and was thrown far away.

The bald ladles were all in disarray, and seven or eight guys were howling and rushing to grab the guns, and they all knew that with a gun it was possible to rush out, and without a gun, there was nothing.

Outside, the armed police and the policemen all pulled apart, and the muzzles of various types of black holes were aimed at the corridor of the detention center across the door, nervously aiming at the bald scoops who were in chaos like crazy tigers, just waiting for the commander to give an order and start a strong attack.

Long Jiang was angry to death, what happened to Nima?

Brought up the virtual screen system and looked at:

Objective: 0/10

Time remaining: 9 days, 23 hours and 15 minutes

Ask with your mind: Does helping to kill the target count.

System answer: must be done independently. Otherwise, it doesn't count.

Long Jiang rummaged through the virtual screen, trying to find the radar function, remembering that the game missions have radar search, which is a big killer to complete the task.

After turning over for a long time, Longjiang found nothing......

The height was critical, and Director Meng, who was watching the battle, came out in a cold sweat, and scolded Yin Jiyou, who had fainted and avoided the battle, to death, and couldn't help but pull his neck and shout:

"Lao An, mobilize forces, and ...... according to Plan No. 2"

Halfway through the order, he remembered that the current supreme commander was Hong Gang, so he closed his mouth in a sneer.

Looking back at Colonel Hong Gang, he almost made Lao Meng angry again.

Colonel Hong was carrying a rugged Russian four-wheel razor, moving with all his might, buzzing with a shiny dagger, and a serious shaved beard, not taking the situation in front of him seriously at all.

Seeing the ants on Director Meng's anxious hot pot, Hong Gangqi said:

"What's wrong? Want that secret ingredient? Don't worry, wait a minute. ”

Director Meng almost spurted out a mouthful of blood: "Colonel Hong, inside, the hostages inside are highly dangerous, hurry, give an order." ”

Hong Gang raised his eyebrows, moved his hand, turned off the loud noise razor, and didn't know where to go, so he turned around and gave a strange order:

"Order all the officers to gather urgently and let the emergency doctor enter the scene."

Groups of police officers and special police officers, with strange expressions, collected their guns one after another, came out of the hiding place with guns, ran and gathered according to the order, and quickly formed a square formation in the lobby on the first floor of the detention center.

Even Lao An, the deputy captain of the special police team, got out of cover, ran over out of breath, stood in front of the neatly assembled team, and reported to Hong Gang, Director Meng and the Zhao detachment:

"There are 50 police officers in the special police detachment, please instruct after the assembly."

"The 40 commanders and fighters of the Yanagihara Armed Police Squadron have been assembled, please give an order!"

More than 100 police officers gathered in the hall, with puzzled eyes and eyes cast into the corridor of the detention center across the door.

During the question and answer, more than a dozen stretchers were carried by doctors and nurses, and they rushed in urgently, but they were suddenly shocked by the situation in front of them.

Separated by an iron door that is not thick, the atmosphere on both sides of the hall is extremely weird, and on one side, the army is pressing, and more than 100 armed police and special police officers stand in a square team, waiting for the battle, standing solemnly and quietly;

On the other side, dozens of vicious bald ladies howled and rushed out of their respective cells, rushing forward, as if grabbing something, and behind the roll cabinets and desks piled up haphazardly in the middle of the corridor, there were dozens of large bald scoops.

They are all in one position, bending their waists, pouting, trying to crowd each other, you push me, and scold.

What's even more strange is a black-faced and white-toothed young man, bare-chested, standing with a stunned face, being squeezed around by a group of bald scoops, and the short black hair on his head is very conspicuous in a group of shiny bald scoops.

Director Meng of the provincial department was so angry that his blood pressure rose, his nose was bleeding, and he rushed to Hong Gang in a few steps and yelled:

"If you don't act, it's too late, I beg you, take advantage of the chaos, give an order immediately, and start a strong attack."

The Zhao detachment of the armed police was also in a hurry, everyone knew that a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to rescue the hostages had appeared, but under the discipline of the troops, Hong Gang did not express his position, and he could not say anything, and his face was flushed.

Only a few heavily armed special operations elites wearing blue eagle armbands who came with them by helicopter remained unmoved and waited quietly around Hong Gang.

It's just that their expressions, like Hong Gang, are a little excited, a little excited, and a little expectant, all looking at the chaotic world outside the iron gate.

"Shh

Hong Gang put his carrot-thick fingers to his mouth, and shouted at Director Meng, who was looking at the collapse, and his mouth turned to the inside.

Director Meng had just flipped out a tissue, ready to wipe off the nosebleed, and his eyes involuntarily glanced in that direction.

When I boarded, the paper towel fell off.

It's scared off.