Qin Jun's recovery power is far beyond ordinary people, and in just one week, he has almost recovered.

During this time, the secretary visited Qin Jun in the Repeat Offender Control Center every once in a while for various reasons. In private, he also sent a lot of nutritional products to Qin Jun.

In this week, Qin Jun lived a very peaceful life, no one with ulterior motives came to disturb him again, except for diligent meditation and practice of the "Bathing Snow Accumulation Qi Technique" to quickly replenish the body every day, the rest of the time was thinking.

After learning of Fang Weiguo's death. Qin Jun's heart almost collapsed. I just experienced the departure of my brother, but I didn't expect that the man who raised him since he was a child and had a great body also left him.

Anger and hatred filled Qin Jun's heart. It replaced the previous confusion and decadence.

From Zhang Daxing's death, to the assassination of the Special Ninth Bureau, to his own imprisonment in a serious offender control center, to Fang Weiguo's special plane being shot down. This series of events seems to be a conspiracy around Qin Jun.

Qin Jun is not stupid, Zhang Daxing and Fang Weiguo died one after another, it was easy for him to perceive that someone was targeting him behind his back.

The secretary was the only person who had contact with Qin Jun this week. Although the sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked officer had come a few times occasionally, he only stood from a distance and looked at Qin Jun with vicious eyes, obviously he was afraid that Qin Jun would expose him like a secretary.

Qin Jun sat cross-legged on the iron bed in the room, silently running the "Bathing Snow Accumulation Qi Technique", with the help of this **, the injuries left by the previous fight with the three prisoners had already recovered.

Knock knock.

The sound of familiar footsteps came, and Qin Jun didn't even need to open his eyes to know that the person who came was the secretary.

The secretary did not disturb Qin Jun's practice, he stood quietly to the side with a cold expression.

About a quarter of an hour later, Qin Jun let out a long breath of turbid air before he slowly opened his eyes and said, "You're here." Qin Jun has known this secretary since he was a child, but the other party is usually too indifferent, so Qin Jun is naturally reluctant to take the initiative to get close to the other party.

The corners of the secretary's mouth were slightly raised to show a smile.

Qin Jun looked at him for a while and asked, "The leaders of the bureau, do you really plan to lock me up like this for the rest of your life?" ”

The secretary shook his head and said, "Director Fang is gone. Do you think other people will give in to your unruly temper? ”

Qin Jun smiled bitterly, thinking of the majestic figure in his heart, he couldn't help but have a few crystalline tears in the corners of his eyes.

A moment later, the secretary suddenly pulled out an embroidery needle from the palm of his hand, and with a very covert movement, threw the embroidery needle through the crack in the iron door.

Qin Jun got up slowly, pretending to inadvertently step on the embroidery needle on the soles of his feet.

The secretary was silent for a while, he no longer spoke, but said in lip language: "Yanjing's friend sent a message, the time of action is tonight, and the connection location is a white pickup truck on the road at nine o'clock in the base. ”

Qin Jun smiled slightly, and a cold smile immediately appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The secretary's face showed a hint of approval, and he turned to go out with his hands behind his back.

It didn't take long for Qin Jun to suddenly go crazy and shout, and ripped off the stainless steel bed legs, and used the sharp end to cut a two-finger-long cut on his body.

Yin Hong's blood gushed out, and Qin Jun's face turned pale in pain.

After a while, a soldier from the Special Ninth Bureau hurriedly ran over.

"Colonel Qin, what's wrong with you?" The person who came was the young soldier who was in charge of delivering food to Qin Jun, and he looked at the blood flowing from Qin Jun's body with some concern.

"Help!" Qin Jun's face was pale, and his speech was weak and weak, as if he was going to lose his breath at any time.

"You hold on for a while, and I'll call someone to take you to the medical room right away." The young warrior comforted as he pulled out the communicator on his waist.

In less than five minutes, four heavily armed soldiers of the Ninth Bureau walked in pushing a movable bed. Two of the fighters pointed their guns at Qin Jun. The other two people took two sets of handcuffs and fixed Qin Jun's two hands to the bed frame, and then the four of them pushed the four-legged mobile bed on wheels out.

In the long passage, at intervals, there were two handles, and they just glanced at Qin Jun in a hurry, and then didn't look at him again. The young warrior and four heavily armed warriors pushed Qin Jun's bed and walked all the way out, and no one stopped them on the way.

Entering the elevator, the young soldier swiped his card on a card reader in the elevator and quickly pressed the button that led to the third basement floor.

At the moment when the elevator door closed, Qin Jun suddenly moved. He jumped up from the bed and kicked twice at the two fighters behind him as fast as he could, and before they could react, they were slammed into the elevator by Qin Jun's flying legs.

Knock knock!

The strength of Qin Jun's legs was particularly strong, and after the two of them crashed into the elevator, they fainted on the spot.

After Qin Jun knocked out the two people at the foot of the bed, the two people at the head of the bed reacted, and their first reaction was to draw their guns, but the space in the elevator was very small after all, and the restraint greatly affected the speed of action.

Just now, Qin Jun used the embroidery needle given to him by the secretary to only open the handcuffs of his right hand, and his left hand was still handcuffed to the bed frame. He pressed his left hand on the bed, his whole body flipped over, his feet clamped between the neck of one of them, and his right hand turned out an embroidery needle, which shot out of the air and stabbed the opponent's wrist with unmistakable accuracy.

There was nowhere to hide in the elevator, and the soldier suddenly screamed, let go of the gun in his hand, and clutched his right wrist tightly, his face trembling pale. Because the needle that Qin Jun shot out was extremely powerful, it directly pierced the tesustring.

At the same time, Qin Jun's legs twisted hard, and after a "click", the head of the warrior who was caught around his neck by his feet tilted his head and fell to the ground.

As a last resort, Qin Jun still didn't want to hurt any member of the Special Ninth Bureau.

After dealing with the three people, the warrior whose wrist was pierced by the embroidery needle wanted to lean over and pick up the gun on the ground, but saw Qin Jun's body spinning in mid-air, and a sharp flying kick hit the opponent's head. The warrior felt a loud buzzing bang in his head, and then his eyes rolled and he fell to the ground.

In the elevator, there was still the last young soldier left standing in place stunned, Qin Jun's flowing movements were too fast, making him dazzled for a while.

When the young warrior realized that he was going to draw his gun, a cold muzzle had already been pressed against his head.

"Don't worry, you have brought me food for so many days, I will not kill you. But I'm going to grieve you, be my hostage! ”

An indifferent smile appeared on Qin Jun's face again.

Confident and composed!