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At this time, Bai Dewang completely lost the appearance of the previous successful businessman, his face was blue and his hair was messy, and after a while, his voice was a little hoarse when he cried.

At this time, a sweaty, middle-aged man in his forties wearing a police uniform rushed in through the crowd, stretched out his hands at Zhang Xinjie, and said with a self-reproachful face: "Team Zhang, I'm really sorry, I went down to handle the case, I didn't expect such a thing to happen, blame me for not doing my job well, blame me for ......"

This person's name is Song Qingyi, and he is the director of the Heisong Town Police Station.

"Song Suo, Mr. Bai is a VIP of the municipal government's investment promotion, if something like this happens on your territory, you have to give an explanation anyway. Otherwise, the city will blame you, and you'll be the end. ”

Seeing that the VIP he brought was beaten like this, Zhang Xinjie, who had fire-breathing eyes, ignored Song Qingyi's outstretched hand at all, and yelled at Song Qingyi, and because of his excitement, the spit star splashed Song Qingyi's face.

Song Qingyi was shocked when he heard this, and he didn't care about Zhang Xinjie's disrespect for him, so he walked a few steps and quickly came to Song Qingyi, who had been put on a stretcher, and the two policemen who were beaten by Mo Feng.

When he saw that the two of them were still in a coma, his face instantly became gloomy: "Send them to the hospital quickly." ‘

Years of criminal investigation experience told him that the injuries of these three people were afraid that the town hospital would not be able to solve them.

It's unlucky, why is this unfortunate thing happening on my turf. In the face of Zhang Xinjie's roar, Song Qingyi, who had no backstage background, had to sigh that he was unlucky.

"Song Suo, what should I do now?"

Just when Song Qingyi was secretly annoyed, the police officers around him came over to ask for instructions on what to do next.

"Grab it."

Song Qingyi slowly raised his head, stared coldly at Mo Feng, whose face was gradually gloomy under the siege of several heavily armed policemen, and said through gritted teeth.

When I think that I am very likely to be affected by this matter. Song Qingyi couldn't help but secretly hate this unknown young man in the encirclement.

"Phew!"

"Phew!"

"Ahh

Yes! ”

Just as Song Qingyi was thinking about how to torture Mo Feng to relieve his anger by locking him up, with a burst of screams, several figures flew upside down, and then fell heavily on the concrete floor, howling and rolling incessantly.

Before Song Qingyi could understand what was going on, a figure in the distance suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes. The next moment. Two long needles about two inches long and shining silver were firmly pressed against the neck of Song Qingyi, who had a wide open mouth and a frightened face.

At this time, Mo Feng had long since lost his previous breeze, his face was cold, and his eyes flashing red exuded a violent aura, as if he was looking at a dead person, staring coldly at Song Qingyi in front of him.

Since last night in the forest after experiencing a life and death in the forest, Mo Feng seemed to have transformed into another person overnight, cold-blooded, ruthless, and ruthless......

In fact, it is no wonder that Mo Feng is furious, anyone who is pointed at the head with a gun several times a day will not be comfortable. What's more, every time it is indiscriminate, and each time it is more than the last.

Now that the state's violent apparatus has been reduced to a powerful thug, Mo Feng naturally doesn't mind teaching a hard lesson.

Five or six professionally trained police officers. Unexpectedly, they were knocked to the ground in less than three seconds under Mo Feng's hands, and judging by the degree of twisting of their hands and feet, I am afraid that they will not even be able to get out of bed in three months.

It can't be said that Mo Feng is ruthless, in fact, Mo Feng is already very reserved, otherwise, if he tries his best with his fist that has been strengthened by pulse qi, I believe that it is no longer a person lying on the ground, but a few cold corpses.

When the silver needle in Mo Feng's hand had just settled on Song Qingyi's neck, the policemen standing on the periphery only reacted at this time. The pistols and micro charges in his hands pointed at Mo Feng's body.

Just as the policemen were aiming at Mo Feng with their guns, the hatred in Song Qingyi's eyes under Mo Feng's needle had long disappeared at this time. In its place was a deep fear.

Beads of sweat rolled down Song Qingyi's gray face, and he didn't dare to wipe it with his hands, for fear of startling Mo Feng.

From the chill that made his soul tremble from Mo Feng's cold eyes, Song Qingyi had no doubt that as long as he made a move that Mo Feng considered unfriendly, Mo Feng would not hesitate to leave two holes in his neck.

This kid has really killed people. Song Qingyi climbed up step by step from the grassroots level. For Mo Feng's cold eyes, he had seen it from the faces of a team of soldiers when he was in the army many years ago.

"Young man, first, put the needle down, put it down, let's talk about it well. I, I don't know too much, too much about the specifics. Wait, when I find out the reason, I will definitely give you a fair answer, you, you do the opposite, it will increase your guilt. ”

Song Qingyi stabilized his mind. There was a smile on his face that he thought was kind, and his voice trembled so much that he almost shook his tongue out.

At this time, Song Qingyi almost scolded the eight generations of the ancestors of the police who fell to the ground in his heart. A group of rice buckets, even a little rabbit cub can't be cleaned up, if Lao Tzu escapes this difficulty today, go back and pull out all the skin on your body.

But no matter how angry he was in his heart, Song Qingyi didn't dare to show it on his face, and he still had two life-threatening needles on his neck.

"Got something to say? Fuck you, have you given me a chance to speak until now? Just because the bastard surnamed Zhang has a background in his family? If I let you go, I promise you'll give the order to shoot me right away. Am I right, Director Song?" Mo Feng said with a sneer.

In the face of Mo Feng's ridicule, Song Qingyi was so angry that he trembled, as the head of a family, he was not carried by everyone to offer him, but now he was taught by a young man as a grandson on his own territory, how could he have suffered such a wretchedness.

Song Qingyi was angry, but the situation was stronger than others, there were two needles on his neck, even if he was full of fire, he could only nest in his heart, and he had to smile on his face.

Zhang Xinjie on the side saw that the policemen were in a swarm, and knew that the time for his performance was up, so he pulled out a pistol from his waist, pulled the rifle and fired a shot into the sky, and then aimed the muzzle of the gun at Mo Feng in the middle of the field, and shouted: "I order you to let go of the hostages within three sounds, otherwise I will shoot." ”

Zhang Xinjie is very confident in his marksmanship, he believes that Mo Feng can kill Song Qingyi before he can put the needle into his neck, so that he not only successfully rescued the hostages and made meritorious contributions, but also helped Bai Dewang to help the enemy, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone. It seems that this kid is really a ladder that God has given him to climb up!

Hearing Zhang Xinjie's words, the most nervous person was not Mo Feng, but Song Qingyi, who was taken hostage by Mo Feng, not only did he not have the slightest gratitude to Zhang Xinjie at this time, but scolded his ancestors for the eighteenth generation in his heart. (To be continued.) )