Once again, after three o'clock in the night, Zhang Wei appeared on the streets of Baoqing City in full armor.

The Czech light machine gun in his hand, the pair of barge guns stuck in the belt of the armed forces at his waist, and the large blade behind his back.

It can be said that it is a familiar feeling, a familiar taste.

The only difference is that he shaved his beard before going out, and used Liby's laundry detergent to rub his entire black face back to the delicate appearance of a little white face.

The operation of washing your face with laundry detergent does sound a little tougher.

But for Zhang Dixian's big black face, only this kind of operation can be quickly cleaned.

In addition, because the weather was really hot, I gave up the pretending to be forced and didn't wear the military coat that could cover the prickly heat and go out.

But just like this, when Xiao Yan saw Zhang Wei dressed like this, she still lost her mind for a while.

Because of the appearance in front of him, although he does not have the mighty appearance of his senior brother Zhang Dixian, he is also seventy percent similar in temperament......

The action plan of the Baoqing Branch has been formulated very well in a short period of time.

When Zhang Wei drove the tattered bread to the temporary headquarters a kilometer away from the noodle shop, he learned about the almost extravagant arrangement from the news that kept reporting from the front.

There were as many as five snipers who had reached the commanding heights around the shop.

In order not to attract the attention of those suspected strong people in the small shop in advance, the snipers have not set up their guns and aimed in advance.

But before they could act, they only needed to be a few minutes in advance, and they would be ready to fire.

There are a total of six squads participating in the operation, including the head teacher Fang Ping and the team led by Gao Aimin, a Taoist priest stationed in Maoshan Mountain, who will disguise themselves as customers who eat rice noodles and will suddenly attack after entering the small shop.

Then there was a support team, led by Xiao Yan.

They carried two bazookas and one flamethrower, and hid in a minibus that stopped at a turn just over 200 meters away from the shop before it moved.

In a maximum of ten seconds, the team will be able to support the past.

In the end, the remaining four teams were scattered within a kilometer range, which was very convenient for both supporting and blocking the escape of the people in the shop.

As for Zhang Wei, it is naturally impossible to hide in the temporary headquarters and follow Director Qin to command.

He and Xiao Yan, the commander of the front line, would enter the minibus and join the supporting team, but looking at such a cautious arrangement, Zhang Wei didn't think he would have much chance to make a move.

Baoqing City is just a small city on the N-line, where are there so many big masters to do things.

But even so, after Zhang Wei and Xiao Yan boarded the minibus, they still handed over a Type 92 pistol magazine and a talisman to Xiao Yan.

Thanks to today's large-scale operation, Xiao Yan was dressed quite normally.

When Zhang Wei habitually stuffed these things towards the other party's career line, he found that the other party's deep career line was well hidden.

At this time, Zhang Wei realized that he was not in the state of Zhang Dixian now.

Moreover, Zhang Dixian's secret must also be covered up to the death, otherwise something will happen if he really wants to do it;

After receiving the talisman and magazine, Xiao Yan was obviously a little surprised.

But in the end, according to Zhang Wei's instructions, the magazine with mysterious lines on the warhead was put away......

Things developed as Zhang Wei expected, and the arrest process seemed to be very smooth.

At half past three o'clock in the morning, only half an hour before the store closed, a group of nine people from Fang Ping's team scattered into the small store and waited in line at the counter.

By this time, although the business of the small shop was much colder, there were still more than a dozen diners on the table outside the store, eating noodles of various flavors.

Even in front of Fang Ping, there were two yawning night owls, waiting for the rice noodles they ordered to be ingredient.

It may be that after most of the night, both the shopkeeper and the three powdered women are now lazy and have lost much energy.

'Ahem~' After Fang Ping's cough a few times, the arrest operation began abruptly.

According to the targets that had been assigned a long time ago, they worked in groups of two and suddenly pounced on the four targets, while the rest of Gao Aimin rushed to the back of the counter, a large iron bucket suspected to be filled with oil.

At the same time, a tunic driving the minibus stepped on the accelerator hard, causing the minibus to rush towards the shop.

"Let's be honest, we're from the Shenwang Bureau. At the same time as a series of bursts of cheers rang out, the four targets were all pressed to the ground without exception.

Their hands were twisted behind their backs, their waists were pressed against their knees, and they lost all mobility in an instant.

Even if they are already struggling to the death, judging from the strength of their struggle, these four targets are simply ordinary people.

Instead of the previous expectation, some cult powerhouses with different credits.

When they arrived at the support team's minibus, it knocked over several tables, chairs and benches, and sped to the door of the shop.

Holding a Czech machine gun, Zhang Wei could already see that a man and three women were handcuffed by the special alloy handcuffs made by the Shenwang Bureau.

And took off the iconic robe, and Gao Aimin, who was wearing casual clothes, had already uncovered the lid of the barrel.

Looking at the strange white grease inside, he shouted loudly with excitement: "That's right, it's all corpse oil, these guys can do such a hurtful thing, and it's not enough to shoot them a hundred times." ”

However, in this kind of situation, where people have stolen goods, and even shoot them.

A man and three women who were cuffed by their hands behind their backs and held down by a pair of hands on their shoulders, Zhang Wei couldn't see the slightest fear on their pale faces, and they were still expressionless.

Instead, what Zhang Wei saw was the flash of ridicule in their eyes.

Subconsciously glanced at the lean shopkeeper, who was unscientifically bulging his belly, Zhang Wei suddenly shouted loudly: "It's not good! Teacher Fang, you quickly let them go and run ......."

It's a pity that Zhang Wei's prompt is still a little slower.

Not long after his prompt sounded, the shopkeeper's swollen stomach was already 'banging' and exploded suddenly.

A sky full of flesh and blood filled the entire small shop, and in addition to that, there was a large mass, at least hundreds of white flower insects, which filled the space of the small shop.

These white-flowered insects are still alive, and they are violently twisting in mid-air.

Some of the insects fell on the heads and bodies of everyone in the small shop along with the falling pieces of flesh and blood.

In an instant, except for Maoshan Taoist Gao Aimin's body, which lit up with a yellow light, he did not fall immediately, and the eight people of the other action teams fell to the ground.

Even the yellow light on Gao Aimin's body, after a second or two of lighting up, quickly turned blood-red, and then disappeared with a bang.

Similarly, this Maoshan disciple also followed in the footsteps of Fang Ping and fell to the ground.

At this time, the night owls who were eating powder outside the small store screamed in horror.

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