At this time, the militia had already surrounded them, and the vans were locked from the inside, and they could not get in, but the people inside could not get out, because the militia locked the door from the outside with a U-shaped lock, just waiting for the turtle to be caught in the urn.

The carriage was smashed with sticks by the militiamen, except for Liu Handong and Zhang Wei, the rest of the people were colorless, and they fell into the hands of hundreds of angry men outside, and they must not be torn to pieces.

"I'll put it on for you." Zhang Wei said.

Liu Handong stepped forward impatiently, leaned back against the exoskeleton, and asked Zhang Wei to help him connect the metal knots on his arms and legs, the weight of this military exoskeleton is very light, probably made of expensive titanium metal, all kinds of exposed bearing gears and chips and circuit boards covered by the shell, full of steampunk and Star Wars mixed style, and the August 1st military emblem on the arm armor makes people feel familiar and intimate.

Zhang Wei helped Liu Handong put on the helmet, which is a high-tech helmet with a full range of sights, if used with firearms, it can be used to achieve 100 shots, the core component of the whole exoskeleton is also an important factor that delays it from being put into mass production is the lack of supporting batteries, and the super battery developed by Zhang Wei just fills this gap, making the exoskeleton that has been developed for several years from a model to an actual combat weapon.

"Try to feel it." Zhang Wei turned on the power system of the exoskeleton and looked at Liu Handong nervously, he had never played with this system, but he just knew how to use it.

Liu Handong clenched his fists, waved it twice, and said with a smile: "It's like a rocket on your arm, it's strong." ”

Zhang Wei said: "It's not just energy, you can try it with a punch." ”

Liu Handong punched the inner wall of the car, and a pit appeared on the metal body.

"It's explosive and the stamina is good." Zhang Wei said, "The battery can supply eight hours, and one battle is enough." ”

Liu Handong couldn't wait to go out and beat people, but was persuaded by the old ghost: "Wait, the old man is coming." ”

The old ghost guessed correctly, Shang Yonggui was coming with great interest, hundreds of people surrounded the van, banging with sticks, and the noise was non-stop, and when the old secretary arrived, he was suddenly silent.

Shang Yonggui said, "Open the lock." ”

Someone stepped forward to open the U-shaped lock and hid to the side in a hurry, for fear that the people inside would rush out.

There was no movement in the carriage.

"Knock on the door and let them out." Shang Yonggui said that he had already made up his mind that these people were killed on the spot, and if they were handed over to the public security organs, there would be a lot of trouble, because no one could figure out what forces were behind these people.

A militiaman stepped forward and knocked on the door with a baton: "Come out, we treat the prisoners preferentially." ”

The people inside refused to come out.

"Bring the gas cut." Shang Yonggui said that if it weren't for the fact that his son-in-law was also in the car, he would have ordered gasoline to be poured on the fire.

Immediately, someone Pegasus went back to the village to get the gas cutting equipment, and until the equipment arrived, the car door was still firmly locked with a lock, just in case.

Sirens sounded in the distance, and it turned out that a cadre from the police station came to support, and the director and instructor arrived, and they also brought two six-four pistols, and people in police uniforms joined in, and the morale of the militia was greatly boosted.

After tossing for so long, it was already evening, the militiamen were hungry, and the rear received an order, the big canteen urgently steamed steamed dumplings, and the supermarket trucks first sent a large number of mineral water and biscuits, which were distributed according to the row of formations, and everyone sat on the ground, drank water and ate dry food, and the sun was setting, and the glow reflected the red flag, which had a unique battlefield pride charm.

Suddenly, someone pricked up their ears: "Listen, what sound?" ”

It was the sound of the iron sheet twisting and tearing, and the door gradually deformed, cracked, and fell to the ground with a clatter, followed by a person jumping out, landing on both feet, and splashing a puff of dust and smoke.

This is a guy wearing strange metal bones, a metal rope that resembles a vertebrae on his back, complex metal connecting rods on the outside of his arms and legs, and even metal joints on his fingers, armor plates at key points on his chest, and a semi-enclosed helmet on his head, communication antennas, aiming devices, and camera sensors, but the militia don't know what it is.

Liu Handong has been familiar with this set of equipment just now, the military exoskeleton produced by Jiangbei Heavy Industry has a very good man-machine effect, you can get started in just ten minutes, wearing this set of equipment, the otaku can become a fierce man, if the elite soldiers wear it, the combat effectiveness can surge tenfold.

The dust and smoke cleared, and the militia was silent, and no one dared to do anything.

Liu Handong walked towards Shang Yonggui with a clatter, like the footsteps of the police in the movie, and the red laser emitted by the head viewing device shone on the person's body, and the person who was illuminated was frightened and retreated.

"Shoot!" Shang Yonggui shouted.

The police station chief pulled out his pistol, the green gun on the handle of the Type 6-4 gun was still attached to his belt, and the director's hand was shaking, he had never seen such a strange sci-fi product.

"Bang." He fired, and the bullets flew away, a hundred and eight thousand miles away.

"Bang, bang." The director fired continuously, but he didn't hit, but the onlookers were shot by the militia, and they fell down with a sigh of clutching.

In order to protect the magazine spring, the grassroots police only loaded three or four bullets in the gun, and they didn't hit the "machine qì person" when they ran out, Shang Yonggui panicked, and unconsciously took a few steps back, and the eldest son Shang Yonggui stepped forward to protect his father and yelled: "Give it to me!" ”

The spies in charge of the old secretary's security rushed up, Liu Handong carried a one-meter-eight long army green ASP emergency stick with one hand, and swept over with a "woo", and the spies were immediately knocked down.

The energy provided by the military exoskeleton allowed Liu Handong to add 200 horsepower out of thin air, which is equivalent to a 3.0 displacement naturally aspirated car, and he waved his stick and made a terrifying sound of breaking the sky, which was sharp and piercing, and it was terrifying.

A large number of militiamen rushed over with shields, groups of people, groups of people were knocked over, Liu Handong ran and jumped like a divine help, and he could run out seven or eight meters away with a swish, not as weird and mysterious as Japanese ninjas, but with a mechanical texture.

The militia repeated their old tricks, adopting the tactics of the enemy advancing and retreating, and the enemy retreating and advancing, but Liu Handong did not accept this set, wherever he went, no one ran as fast as him, and he did not have great strength.

The defeat of the army was like a mountain, and the militia could no longer organize an effective offensive and defense when they encountered such a large killing weapon, and it was useless to let the businessmen and sons shout.

In the van, everyone was dumbfounded, and on the crops after the autumn harvest, hundreds of men in camouflage uniforms lay horizontally, and Liu Handong turned his back to the sunset, put the stick on his shoulder, and returned in style.

Zhang Wei took out the car keys and started the truck to move forward, Liu Handong stood majestically on the carriage to open the way, how dare the militia stand in the way, let them go.

"Dad, what's going on?" Shang Yumin wanted to cry without tears, a few outsiders broke into the small business village, beat people, and just left, is there still Tianli, and Wang Fa!

"Call Beijing." Shang Yonggui said that by this time he had already determined that the background of the troublemakers must be very complex, not only against himself, but also at the conservative ideology of the representatives of the small business villages.

……

Liu Handong's trouble in the small business village soon reached Liu Fei's ears, and he immediately instructed the Public Security Bureau to conduct a thorough investigation and severely punish the criminals.

Shen Hongyi rushed to the municipal party committee building, he walked like a fly, his sword eyebrows were locked, and he asked to report to Secretary Liu separately in person.

Liu Fei reprimanded the secretary, and said sternly: "Hongyi, what is the progress?" ”

Shen Hongyi said: "Liu Handong and others have reported the case as soon as possible, and have provided human and physical evidence, and the problem is even stricter than imagined. ”

Liu Fei sneered, of course he knew that the problem was strict, this Liu Handong made a mess of the small business village, but he was angry, can the small business village be touched, he didn't dare to move, it was a treasure held in the palm of his hand by a bunch of old guys, the test field.

Shen Hongyi took out the file bag from his leather bag, pushed it over, and did not speak.

Liu Fei opened it and saw that it was Zhang Miao's information, including the results of DNA testing, which confirmed that the girl had a 99.99% chance of being his daughter.

"What does this mean? Is it related to the case of the small business village? Liu Fei calmly pushed the file back.

"Related, Zhang Miao was illegally imprisoned by Xiaoshang Village and brainwashed, in other words, she was willing to work and live in the Xiaoshang Village Art Troupe."

Liu Fei became irritable: "Isn't this very good?" ”

Shen Hongyi was speechless for a while, organized his language, and said with some embarrassment: "This art troupe is not the other art troupe, it is actually equivalent to ...... It is equivalent to ......" He was entangled in whether to say the word **, but looking at Secretary Liu's anger, it seemed that there was no need to explain.

Of course, Liu Fei understands that in fact, many high-end clubs have some girls with good colors and arts, which are used to entertain VIPs and the like, but the remuneration is rich, and those who are scheming can even marry into wealthy families.

"In addition, Xiaoshang Village illegally imprisoned a deputy to Zhejiang's provincial people's congress over a business dispute." Shen Hongyi continued, "This case has been filed for more than a year, but it has never been able to proceed, the resistance is too great, and there is no evidence. ”

Liu Fei pondered for a moment and returned to normalcy, he said: "The problem of Xiaoshang Village will be handled separately, the facts of the crime of Liu Handong and others are clear, and the public security organs should crack down on it severely." ”

Shen Hongyi said: "Understood! ”

He understood, one yard is one yard, and the grievances between Secretary Liu and Xiaoshang Village will not be mentioned for the time being, but Liu Handong must do it first.

Of course, Liu Handong will not obediently sit at home and wait for the police to arrest him, at this time he has already arrived in Beijing, he wants to break the news, and he wants to expose all kinds of filth in the small business village to the media.

Song Shuang received a call from Liu Handong, and the two met in a café and talked for two hours, and then Song Shuang went home with the materials and asked his father for help.

Song Jianfeng was sitting in the living room watching TV in a line shirt, he just glanced at the things his daughter brought and dropped them, and wrote lightly: "These are not new, my father knew it when he was the director of public security in Jiangdong." ”

Song Shuangdao: "Then you don't care?" Just indulge them in their misdeeds! ”

Song Jianfeng said: "It's almost over, I'm waiting for the opportunity." As he spoke, he picked up the remote control and changed the channel.

The news broadcast, the mourning music sounded, and the announcer's solemn voice said slowly: "Tried and tested loyal ** fighter, proletarian revolutionary, Marxist theoretician......"

Song Jianfeng turned off the TV, stood up, and said calmly: "This is the opportunity I am waiting for." ”

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