For a call like Luo Zhaoyang, the man in the sweatshirt was the only one among these villagers who did not turn his head to look at Luo Zhaoyang.

As if he didn't know that Luo Zhaoyang was calling him, and when a villager walking in front of him stopped him, he realized that the eldest brother in Luo Zhaoyang's mouth meant himself.

And when he felt the strange gaze around him, he raised his head that was only in a hurry, and then turned his head to look in the direction of Luo Zhaoyang.

Just when his eyes met Luo Zhaoyang's face, he immediately lowered it again, and then ran towards the road outside Songkou at the same speed as running, and said to the surrounding villagers: "The money is not mine, not mine." ”

The man looked at the car that was already close at hand, and the distance from his current position to the car was a matter of two minutes at most, and he could not stop because he had contact with the person who was chasing him, and he was afraid that others would recognize him.

But just when he had just taken two steps, a gunshot suddenly rang out, and the sound pierced the sky, so some villagers squatted down under the sense of self-protection, and they held their heads in their hands, and they looked along the place where the gunshots sounded, and found that it was Xiao Chen who shot them.

"No one is allowed to move, if I do, I'll shoot." Xiao Chen warned loudly, and the muzzle of the gun that was still smoking quickly pointed at the man in the sweatshirt that Luo Zhaoyang had just pointed out to him, and walked towards him quickly.

"Sure enough, it's a newcomer, it's too impulsive, so many villagers, what should I do if something happens here?" Luo Zhaoyang said secretly in his heart, and then looked at the man in the sweatshirt who was not frightened by the gunfire like himself.

When he watched the man in the sweatshirt slowly narrowed into a line, Luo Zhaoyang knew that Officer Chen could no longer control the current scene.

When Luo Zhaoyang was about to quickly take down the man who was only a few steps away from him, he saw that the man suddenly fished at a man who was squatting on the side, and at the same time took out a dagger with the other hand, and when the sharp dagger was pressed against the hostage's neck, the corner of the sweater-clad man's mouth showed a sneer.

"Dead police, trying to arrest me, no way?" The man in the sweatshirt pulled the hostage step by step, and he didn't seem to be worried at all about the policeman pointing a gun at him.

As soon as he finished speaking, the car that was originally parked at the entrance of the village immediately moved, and the two windows facing the village product were quickly rolled down.

"Everybody get down." While Luo Zhaoyang shouted loudly at the squatting villagers, the muzzles of two submachine guns protruded from the car window.

Xiao Chen, who was holding the gun, also noticed such a change, and before the other party could shoot, Xiao Chen immediately preemptively fired two shots at the silver car, hoping that this would buy more time for the villagers.

"Damn, you really dare to shoot?" The man in the sweatshirt looked back at his own person, and he said angrily, he didn't expect Xiao Chen to ignore the hostage in his hand at all.

At this moment, his anger began to jump on his face, if it wasn't for the fact that he was still some distance away from the car now, he would definitely kill the hostages in his hands to prove that they were not scaring them to show the police, they were people who would dare to do anything.

The kidnappers saw that the police had noticed it, and they immediately turned the car around and retreated all the way in, preparing to receive their accomplices.

"Beware of hostages, beware of hostages." Those who were originally lying in front of the man in the sweatshirt, watching the car rolling all the way over, they all rolled away from this small village road, and looking at the hesitant Xiao Chen and the other two policemen, Luo Zhaoyang had to remind them that the hostages were dangerous, and hoped that they could handle it properly.

Listening to Luo Zhaoyang's shout, the three policemen began to hesitate, looking at the car that quickly retreated, they didn't know how to deal with it except for calling to the headquarters.

The man in the sweatshirt took a few steps back, and finally hid in the side of the car, which was regarded as the shooting angle of the policemen, looking at Luo Zhaoyang, who was a few steps away from him, he inserted the sharp dagger into the hostage who was useless to him, and after the hostage's screaming, he took a gun handed out in the car, and quickly completed a series of actions such as opening the insurance and loading.

"Die!" The man fired two shots at Luo Zhaoyang, if it wasn't for Luo Zhaoyang rolling out of the lane, it would be difficult to avoid such a close shot.

"Ah Feng, let's go, there's no time." The people in the carriage said loudly to the man in the sweatshirt outside the car, and they looked at the police car here, and they knew that this was not a place to stay for long.

The man in the sweatshirt looked at Luo Zhaoyang, who was hiding in the dry canal on the side of the road, he had a feeling of unwillingness, he didn't expect that someone could recognize him here, and he also knew that now that he was seen by Luo Zhaoyang as his true face, he couldn't stay here anymore in the future, he had to escape.

"Hurry up, hurry up."

The people in the car looked at the man in the sweatshirt and were still a little reluctant, they immediately urged, and in another minute, the other policemen in the village would arrive, and even if they could stop these policemen with their firepower, they would not be able to escape the tracking of the other police.

Xiao Chen and the police officers watched the fallen hostage, they couldn't help but grit their teeth and shoot at the car again.

It was also as the man in the sweatshirt got into the car, and the car quickly sped up and left at a flying speed.

And just when Luo Zhaoyang raised his head to take a look at the situation, he found that something like fruit began to be thrown on the car, and before he could open his mouth to shout, the grenades that rolled in rang out ......like a chain bomb.

The mud and stones that were blown up made the villagers lying on the road scream in a miserable way, and the wounded were suddenly slept on this rural road, and the concrete village road, with the blood stains flowing, was immediately dyed with bright red patterns.

The policeman wanted to chase after him by car, but the villages hiding on the road blocked their way, even though he stood aside and shouted, "Let's see, let's see." But still no one paid attention.

The silver cars were gone, a large number of police officers had been rushed out, their reinforcements seemed to be late, and the only thing they could do now was to inform the units and set up checkpoints at the exits of the highway, and they had to deal with the miserable situation here.

"What's the matter with Luo Zhaoyang, I didn't even say I would let you come, do you see how big a cutout you have made now?"

The director looked at the miserable situation in front of him, and he scolded Luo Zhaoyang who had just climbed straight from the canal, and scolded loudly, things are like this now, and he really doesn't know how to end it.

"I ......"

"What am I? Even if you know how to heal, you can't take care of the wounded here, and now that things have become like this, are you satisfied? ”

The director put all the responsibility on Luo Zhaoyang, and while scolding Luo Zhaoyang, he straightened his big hat.

Luo Zhaoyang patted the mud on his body, looking at the director's angry appearance, he knew that if he explained more, it would be useless, because from the director's tone, Luo Zhaoyang knew that he was going to carry this black pot by himself.

"Okay, since you think it's my fault, what do you want?" Luo Zhaoyang looked at the direction of the silver car and said expressionlessly.

"You wait for ......" The director stopped in front of the two unspoken words of punishment, because Luo Zhaoyang is not a policeman, and he can't talk about punishment, let alone organization and discipline.

"You wait here by yourself, I'll go first." Luo Zhaoyang didn't want to waste it here with the director, and he found that not far away, a truck was driving from another place, and the direction they were going was the direction in which the kidnappers left.

Luo Zhaoyang intercepted the truck for himself, and when he jumped into the back compartment, Officer Chen also jumped up, and he looked at Luo Zhaoyang with a deep apology in his eyes.

"What are you doing here? You're not going to hurt me one more time, are you? Luo Zhaoyang patted the roof of the truck, and shouted loudly again: "Hurry up, catch up with him in front of him a silver car, the license plate number is ......" Luo Zhaoyang pondered for a while, he was trying to remember the license plate number of the car just now.

"The license plate number is fake, you can chase the car, don't care what license plate he is?" Police Officer Chen looked at Luo Zhaoyang, and he said a little embarrassed.

"Then chase me, we are the police, you can rest assured, despite speeding, you are now helping them on a mission." Hearing what Officer Chen said, Luo Zhaoyang put his head in front again, patted the car and reminded the driver loudly.

The young driver was excited about Luo Zhaoyang's promise, because this first-class highway made people limit to 60 mph, if it weren't for the fear of deducting points, the truck could not pull the goods normally, he would have already tried to speed up here to test whether the performance of his car was good.

The driver's sudden acceleration almost threw Luo Zhaoyang out of the car, but fortunately, Officer Chen, who was standing next to him, pulled him aside, so he was spared.

The cold wind blew across their faces, making them feel like knives cutting, and even Officer Chen's words of sorry were blown away by the wind, so Luo Zhaoyang had to stare at Officer Chen with his eyes open, hoping that they could use gestures to convey his meaning to themselves, because his current ears had been overwhelmed by the sound of the wind and the sound of the truck, making him a deaf person who was not deaf.

The silver car seemed to have reached a distance from them, but Luo Zhaoyang had no intention of taking his body back into the car, because he was afraid that he would miss it again and let the robbers escape again.