Han Xiaofeng's voice was silent for a second or two, and the sound of the phone hanging up came from the other end of the phone.

It's true...... Hung up?

Twisting his brows and thinking for a while, Wen Yang quickly grabbed the telephone receiver that was resting on the side, put it back on the telephone, and listened to the movement in the corridor with his ears sideways.

The muffled footsteps went down the corner of the corridor, and it had disappeared, judging the location, Wen Yang was a little anxious.

Panda and White-eared are in the room over there!

Listening to the footsteps, there should be at least two people on the other side, Wen Yang is confident that he can deal with one, provided that the other party is indeed a thief-type thief - if it is a robber-type thief, drawing a knife and carrying a gun, then it is not certain who wins and who loses.

However, even if he deals with one and the remaining one, it is difficult to say whether Song Hanzhong can kill it. For this kind of simple and crude work, Wen Yang does not have much hope for Song Hanzhong, a weak scholar who is engaged in scientific research.

Time passed minute by minute, Wen Yang threw aside the eighth set of radio gymnastics, there is no need to do radio gymnastics to refresh himself at this time, okay?

My nervous heart is about to vomit out!

Since there was no point in squatting at the door, the horizontal thief had appeared, and he had gone straight to his destination, Wen Yang began to worry about whether his phone call had the desired effect.

"Whoa—whoa—"

Song Hanzhong's mobile phone on the table suddenly vibrated the novel xstxt. Wen Yang's hair exploded when he was frightened by the sudden sound.

Jumping on the table, Wen Yang saw a text message appear on the screen:

"Be sure to stay indoors."

Sender: Han Xiaofeng.

Staying indoors? What does it mean?

Why did Han Xiaofeng suddenly send a headless text message?

Thinking hard about Captain Han's intentions, Wen Yang was a little confused.

As the saying goes, interlacing is like separating mountains, is Han Xiaofeng playing code words? I don't understand.

Squatting on Song Hanzhong's desk, Wen Yang was a little hesitant, not knowing whether to wake up this guy and let him see the text messages sent to him by Han Xiaofeng. Although Wen Yang didn't have much hope that Song Hanzhong could understand this text message.

The phone call was also called, and he and Song Hanzhong may not be able to kill the guy who sneaked into the glimmer, what should I do next?

Wen Yang hurriedly circled back and forth on the table.

What are the ants on the hot pot, children's shoes, this is ah!

After turning one and three-quarters of a circle, Wenyang stopped.

Subconsciously flicking his big fluffy tail up and down, Wen Yang carried a front paw that was about to fall on the table, but it didn't have time to fall, and he was stunned on the big desk in a graceful posture of stepping on Feiyan, looking down through the glass window at the cart that appeared out of thin air downstairs, and a group of masked people who came out of the car and were black from head to toe.

The car has red, white and blue lights, right?

Did you read that right?

Wen Yang closed his eyes hard and opened them again, and sure enough, he was right! Even if the light is not turned on, it is a police ceiling light, okay? The body is painted with white paint with two big "special police", and there is also an English translator police!

Hordes of police cars!

Woo Rang Police!

In an instant, Wen Yang understood everything.

Han Xiaofeng received a call from Wen Yang, but Wen Yang couldn't speak, and this phone number was from Song Hanzhong's office.

If it is easy to make a mistake when you put your phone in your pocket, then this kind of thing will never happen to a landline.

Under what circumstances would the informant call the head of the criminal investigation team from a landline at midnight without saying a word?

After feeding a few times, Han Xiaofeng already felt that something was wrong.

With years of experience in fighting wits and courage with criminals, Han Xiaofeng pretended to hang up casually because the phone was silent, and then quickly pulled a team to rush to Shimmer.

Of course, the real situation of this part of the silent phone report is a little different from what Han Xiaofeng imagined, it is estimated that Captain Han mistakenly thought that Song Hanzhong had encountered criminals, and he may or may not have fallen into the hands of the other party, but the phone must have been made secretly, and it was inconvenient to speak. In fact, the other end of the phone is just a fat husky who sells cute and cute two every day.

Jumping off the desk, Wen Yang lay on the glass window, staring intently downstairs.

Looking down from the heights, the black police cars and the SWAT officers in black uniforms and jumper hats looked very inconspicuous.

Due to the distance, the size of the special police officers looked much smaller, a group of people bowed down, quickly scattered from the side of the car to the bottom of the R&D building, Wen Yang looked down, and could see a lot of black dots sticking to the root of the wall, towards the gate. There also seems to be a SWAT squatting under each window on the first floor.

Is this going upstairs?

it, the sea city shimmer version of the police and bandit war! There is no group performance in the live-action version!

Seeing a large wave of black spots pouring into the glimmer, and about a dozen or so people gathered downstairs, Wen Yang silently jumped off the desk, squatted beside Song Hanzhong, who was lying on the folding bed and was asleep, staring at the bright light slit under the door.

One, two, three......

Dark shadows swept past the door, quiet and fast.

Looking at the flickering light crack under the door, Wen Yang raised his paw and gently pushed Song Hanzhong's sleeping face.

It's almost time to wake him up.

After pushing hard three or four times, Song Hanzhong woke up.

"What's the matter, Da Mao, want to go to the toilet?"

Yawned sleepily, Song Hanzhong turned over, groped around with his eyes closed, touched Wen Yang's head, and rubbed it gently, "I'll open the door for you, hold back." ”

The dark shadow at the door was still moving rapidly, and Wen Yang took a step back and gave up his position on the side of the door.

Han Xiaofeng knew the location of Song Hanzhong's office, so it must be the most appropriate to appear at this time. The police are outside, and they are not afraid that the bad guys who sneak into the glimmer will cause harm to Song Hanzhong.

Getting up, Song Hanzhong closed his eyes, groped to put on his shoes, groped his way through the office and opened the door.

In an instant, the muzzle of three or five black holes was pointed directly at Song Hanzhong, who was holding the head of the bird's nest.

Wen Yang stood in the darkness of the room and said nothing.

The gun-wielding SWAT quickly gestured, and a person who looked like the one who gave the order in the distance replied with a gesture from afar, and a SWAT officer asked softly, "What's your name?" ”

"Song Hanzhong."

Song Hanzhong replied with a hundred times more spirit.

Wen Yang glanced at the R&D manager, who was so sleepy that he was walking with his eyes closed just now, which was more energetic than drinking Red Bull.

Song Hanzhong was just a small episode in their attendance activity, and after discovering that it was not an intruder, the SWAT officers left a member of the team and ran downstairs along the stairs they came up with.

Just leave the matter of catching criminals to them.

Innocent people should be evacuated as soon as possible.

Sticking his head out of the door, Wen Yang glanced left and right.

Song Hanzhong, who was running faster than a rabbit, had already followed the SWAT across the corner of the corridor, and Wen Yang heard his footsteps staggering down the stairs.

The pair of well-trained policemen were scattering and sneaking down the hallway, targeting the room where Hitler had lived.

The rooms of the panda and the white ear were on either side of Hitler's room.

At the door, a group of SWAT officers stopped, and the policeman who approached the door took out a black object with a slender elbow and gently shoved one end of the slender elbow against the corner of the crack in the door.

At the other end of the tube, a small display screen was received in the hands of the SWAT. Looking down at the screen, the policeman gestured at the orderlier, as if asking for something. After receiving the signal from the originator, a long metal rod attached to the small square box was removed, and the small square box was gently attached to the door. A group of SWAT officers by the door quickly spread out in a semicircle and covered their ears.

In the same way, Wen Yang, who followed the SWAT and probed his brain, and slipped to the vicinity, hurriedly raised his front paws and pressed his pointed ears.

It's really troublesome for these ears to grow on the top of the head, and it's not easy to press it!

The next scene was unforgettable for Wenyang.

With the sound of a landslide, the metal door that needed a key to open collapsed to the ground in the midst of flying dust and explosions, revealing a room with a gaping hole in the back. But where are the criminals in the room? The glass window was wide open, a rope hung from the window, and the table on which the cage had been placed was empty.

The panda has been stolen!

Jumping high, Wen Yang flipped over the big table, threw himself to the window and looked down, but there was nothing. Looking up, there were two legs pressed against the wall, standing on a high protruding piece of the wall.

Baring his teeth, Wen Yang threw out half of his body and bit down the leg above his head.

You have to count yourself in the celebration when you go back, right?

With a scream, Wen Yang had a happy thought.