Mao 18 rushed to the window, because it was far away, so he couldn't see clearly, and the camera was broken by him again, so he could only see a rough look.

Mao 18 knew that something really happened this time, there were explosives, but unfortunately it was classified as a terrorist attack.

Mao Shibai was no longer in the mood to take the stairs, saw a pipe next to the window, reached out and grabbed it, and slid down.

The smoke in front of the city hall has not yet cleared, and there are injured people lying on the ground, but fortunately there are no dead people.

None of us knew how it could have been, what had exploded.

Someone in the crowd shouted, brothers, they bombed us with bombs, and they simply fought.

Zhao Ting didn't know what it was, and the explosion just now made Junlang at a loss.

Zhao Ting asked, is this part of your plan?

Junlang said no, no one told me that I was going to explode.

Zhao Ting found a place to tie up Junlang, but still on the side, calling Mao Eighteen.

Mao 18 said while running, I've arrived, I've arrived.

The crowd woke up from the explosion, their eyes red.

The city's electronic door has been smashed open.

More than a thousand people rushed straight in.

Someone shouted, rushed in, and grabbed the guy surnamed Zhao.

Mao 18 had already arrived at Zhao Ting and said, Liu Zijian, why haven't they come over yet.

Zhao Ting said I don't know, it stands to reason that it should have arrived.

Mao 18 said, in this way, you call Liu Zijian and them, and I will resist for a while.

Zhao Ting said so many people, how can you do it yourself, let's do it together.

Mao 18 said that it is easy to make mistakes in this situation, and it is difficult to grasp the light and heavy shots, so don't follow the muddy water.

Zhao Ting said, I'm not afraid, anyway, I don't rely on this job to eat, you can support me when the time comes.

Mao 18 didn't have time to talk to Zhao Ting, and said, call Liu Zijian.

Zhao Ting shouted, you wait for me, Mao Eighteen is gone.

Zhao Ting called Liu Zijian and said, Boss, why haven't you come yet, if you don't come to the city government, it will be over.

Liu Zijian said that the traffic jam was blocked as soon as he got on the road, and there was an accident. I'll figure it out.

Liu Zijian hung up the phone and said, quick, get out of the car and run over. Mao Eighteen couldn't stand it.

The old white surname on the road watched the special police with loaded guns running desperately, and he didn't know what was going on.

Secretary Zhao had already seen the chaotic scene outside, and said, it can't go on like this, I went out to explain to these brutes, didn't their leaders bring all my original words.

The secretary grabbed Secretary Zhao's arm and said, no, your safety comes first in this case, I guess someone has ulterior motives in this matter.

Secretary Zhao said, no.

The secretary said that every day Mayor Dong drinks tea and reads the newspaper in the office, but today he can't see his shadow, doesn't this explain the problem?

Secretary Zhao suddenly remembered the development of Huaihua Bay. Mayor Dong means that the government sets up the stage and the enterprise sings.

Of course, Secretary Zhao has no opinion, this is a consensus.

There is a disagreement that Mayor Dong said that Tongfa Industry is the most powerful company in the city, so it is better to let them do it.

Secretary Zhao disagreed, saying that it is necessary to introduce a competition mechanism so that all enterprises can come in, so as to promote economic discovery.

Although Mayor Dong didn't insist too much, Secretary Zhao knew what he was thinking, could it be that this incident was planned by him.

The secretary called Liu Zijian while pulling Secretary Zhao, and Liu Zijian said, I already know, the traffic police who can go over are being dispatched, and the police are rushing there.

Mao 18 had already rushed into the crowd, like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, and wherever he went, someone would lie down, and the cry spread far away for a while.

Mao 18 was already blocked at the gate of the office building, and a few people looked at Mao 18 for a moment, but they still rushed up.

Mao Shibai looked at the few people in front of him, although they were all wearing work clothes and suits, as if they were working in some agency, but their eyes showed a word.

There is viciousness in his eyes, this is the imprint left by the long-term wandering of the rivers and lakes, lingering.

Mao Eighteen was not polite, and someone would lie on the ground at first.

Someone will scream at the foot.

While the six people in front of them lay on the ground, the people behind calmed down.

Mao Eighteen took a breath and said in his heart, it's okay, it's okay.

At this time, there were already traffic police rushing in, and the police motorcycle was screaming, which was annoying.

Someone said on the loudspeaker, hurry up and leave, or you're not welcome.

Someone in the crowd scolded, grass and mud horses, we want wages, what else can you do if you are not polite.

Someone took the lead in overturning the motorcycle of the traffic police. Several policemen were lost in the crowd.

Mao Eighteen scolded,, this is too crazy.

He took a look inside the building, there was a water pipe for fire fighting, connected the water pipe, turned on the faucet, and shone on the crowd.

The fire pumps are all high-power, and the water sprayed out hurts people's bodies and faces.

The crowd hula dispersed, revealing several policemen lying on the ground.

Zhao Ting came over and pulled the people up and into the government office building.

Secretary Zhao came down, looked at this kind of scene and said, it is difficult to be a good person, and it is difficult to be a good official.

Mao 18 looked at a few policemen and scolded, grass, you fucking eat mixed rice, let people fight like this, and don't fight back.

A policeman said with a wry smile that it was not that we were incompetent, but that this kind of thing was too difficult to do, and if something happened, we would lose our jobs.

Mao 18 saw Secretary Zhao and said, Secretary, hurry up and characterize, this is a typical terrorist activity, organized and premeditated.

Secretary Zhao said, no, there are many people who don't know the truth, they are innocent, once things are finalized, their lives may be over.

Mao 18 sighed and said, it's all like this, you are still thinking about others, you will be killed by your kindness sooner or later.

At this time, the roar of motors was heard outside, and more than two dozen agricultural tricycles stopped in front of the city hall.

Many men, women, and children came down.

An older person said, what's the matter, are they also here to thank Secretary Zhao.

The old man walked a little trembling, and there was a six or seven-year-old child beside him.

Looking at the crowd blocking the door, he frowned and said, "Everyone." Can you borrow a light and let us pass?

Someone turned around and asked, "What are you doing?"

The old man said, we are here to thank Secretary Zhao.

The man kicked the old man in the stomach and said, thank him, we don't even give a fucking salary, and you thank him.

The old man fell on his back and fainted on the ground.

The person behind suddenly stopped doing it, and several young people rushed over and grabbed the person with a few punches.

People from both sides fought together and made a mess.