Later, another policeman added: "Chief, as far as I know, there are more than eight people who died in the Gehr Hotel."

"How many more will die? And who died? Stroth looked at his subordinates nervously, being able to kill eight policemen at once was already a big deal, and the director was dead, so he didn't think about the big thing, he just cared about being happy. It's not just these people who are dying now, can you not be nervous?

"I heard, I heard that another police squadron came from Berlin, and there were about seventy or eighty soldiers like this, just to arrest three men and one woman and four criminals who had just crossed the border.

The informed policeman explained the situation in detail, in fact, this policeman was the detective of the police station, and he was also dining at the Geer Hotel at the time, out of professional instinct, he saw this matter clearly, and when the reinforced police retreated, he also followed and watched, and also saw the dead policeman, and ran back in fright without looking carefully, if it wasn't for the new director to ask, he didn't dare to say it, because I was terrible,

"Seven, seventy or eighty" When Slot heard that seventy or eighty had died, he was also frightened and surprised. I didn't speak for a long time, I looked completely stupid, who were the people who dared to kill the police? Who are these people? What is he not right about, what is he afraid of? Killed seventy or eighty policemen, how many of them are few? Can one less person wipe out seventy or eighty? By the way, how capable is the person who kills someone?

Since Stroth and the director have always been at odds, some people don't tell fortunes to discordants, and the two of them don't have a reason. As long as the two can't help it, there will be nothing if they don't meet, so, in order to meet less, Strot simply doesn't go to the police station, and he has always ignored the affairs in the bureau, and he doesn't know what the situation is.

When I heard it, it turned out that the opponent was so powerful, I had to be careful, don't make it bad if I haven't passed the director's hide, and my life will be handed over to others, so the gains outweigh the losses, and Slot is afraid that he won't be able to survive this night, and Stroth is scared, and he starts to tremble when he sits in a chair, right? Do you say that you are afraid of death?

The matter is not over yet, after midnight to cross the border to arrest someone:? When you talk about things, you talk about things.

It turned out that there were four policemen who crossed the border to stalk, and it turned out that there were five policemen who crossed the border to stalk Doris, the boss of them, and the leader who reported to the director just now was the second lieutenant who was reporting to work, and he had been killed by the Soviet soldiers, and these four people were not dead, so I told them in detail about the situation of crossing the border stalking,

Strot is even more afraid, the opponent is so powerful, isn't it just looking for death to catch it? If you don't catch it, you will disobey the minister's order, and you will have to peel off your skin, so you can only hold on hard, and take this opportunity to eradicate dissidents and consolidate your position.

At this time, the director's family had already put the director's body in the car, and the director's wife came to say goodbye to the deputy director, "Bureau, I pulled the dead ghost back for burial, hoping to catch the murderer as soon as possible and avenge my husband,"

"Sister-in-law, please rest assured, I will, catch the murderer, if I can catch the murderer tonight, I will take the head to the coffin of the bureau tomorrow to pay tribute to the bureau, so that the bureau can take care of the life as soon as possible."

"Thank you, husband is not dead, and I will definitely thank you,"

The director's wife left, and Stroth himself decided: at present, it is necessary to send two groups of people to investigate the situation all the way to the Geer Hotel, and there is no danger along the way, so send his own people; The second way is to cross the border to arrest criminals, this road is the most dangerous, so send the old director's people, it is better to die,

Su Junsheng knows, the matter can't drag on any longer, the policemen who know tonight, none of them can stay, they all have to die, if you say this, Doris, the boss will be much more stable, and there won't be any problems this night,

Su Junsheng turned around again, and roughly calculated, there should be one hundred and seventy or eighty people in this police station. The laser pistol has to be shot several times before they can be broken up, and they are still all white and tender, maybe there will be a net, and it was decided to use the gas through Changhong, come to a one-size-fits-all, and the water will not let you live,

Thinking of this, Su Junsheng left, the police station, retreated more than 20 meters, Su Junsheng came out of the space, pulled out the old sword, gently pulled out the sword from the scabbard, and slowly pulled out the sword, and a rainbow immediately covered the police station.

The officers shouted, "What's going on? Rainbow in the middle of the night? ”

A policeman hurriedly patted his ass: "Bureau, this is a good sign, when will it be brilliant, it will be a good star, and the bureau will definitely be able to soar after the bureau, director"

"Why wait? I don't think it's necessarily," Stroth said, although his heart was still a mess, his heart was smiling, beautiful, grinning, it was good to be the leader, and he had what he wanted.

At this moment, Su Junsheng gently knocked the scabbard with his sword, and there was a crackle, the sound was not loud, but the policemen under the rainbow were like a thunderbolt in the sky, and the sound was not only deafening, but also drilled straight into people's hearts.

The sound came into my head, as if I was going to blast my head open, and the pain was unbearable, and there was not much time: one by one the policemen rolled on the ground······

My mother and father shouted, crying, the scene was extremely tragic, that is, three or five minutes, the moaning, scolding gradually stopped, the hand was released, no longer holding the head, the expression of extreme pain was still engraved on the face, but the Strot, who had just stepped into the position of director, did not have a trace of pain on his face, but a look of confusion, a face of incomprehension, a face of unwillingness, what is wrong? I just became the director, but my ass hasn't been hot yet? Do you want me to die?