The hotel waiter rings the doorbell.

The fresh, medium-rare steak was cooked just right, and he loved the taste with a hint of blood.

Another glass of sober wine, and while it is slightly smoky, it's time to meet the police officer for a while.

If he feels that there is no way forward, he should let himself show him a clear path.

In the wee hours of the morning, he went downstairs, and getting a car to drive was an unusual thing for him.

There was a car in the parking lot for him to use.

The latest red Pagani, he had long since seen it unpleasant, and he would be sorry for the color of the bag if he didn't use it to build it.

The car whizzed through the streets in the early hours of the morning, heading straight for the Huanhai Highway.

At the entrance of the Huanhai Highway, as soon as the electronic gate opened, the car hit the accelerator.

On the road around the sea at night, don't drag racing, sorry for this windy sports car.

The sea breeze carries an astringent taste, and the reaction force of the speed of the car neutralizes the red and white oil paint on the face, and the pleasure that penetrates into the bones is coming.

Haha, Yi Tian, you wait, tonight is the battlefield for the two of us.

The car sped forward, leaving the world behind it behind it, and an invisible barrier slowly opened up, gradually converging into two different worlds.

The sharp sound of brakes dragged on for a long time, and as expected.

There was a man standing on that huge reef in the bay, who could it be if it wasn't the sentimental police officer?

"Haha, it's just a game, why bother yourself, officer. In life, you can't escape that path, it's just who comes first and who comes last. Hongchen mundane things are too worrying, who can say that taking the first step is not a relief? ”

The officer turned around, and it seemed that this game had indeed hit him a bit hard.

It's only been two days since I saw him, and he's not alone.

In the night, I could still clearly feel that one of his eyes was on fire.

Well, what he wants is such an emotion, an emotion that is about to reach the brink of collapse, otherwise it will be a little difficult to act in the later scenes.

"Clown, hum, you're just a clown who jumps off the beam, a clown who doesn't dare to show his true face, how can you decide the life and death of others?"

"Haha...... I don't care what other people say, but I like to decide whether someone lives or dies, and that's my only pleasure. You people, who claim to be the representatives of justice, are nothing more than a cloak of justice to cover up your filthy souls. ”

The clown's red-white face smiled wildly in the night.

Yi Tian's anger was ignited in an instant.

He ran towards the clown, and if he could, he wanted him to be buried with the king.

In fact, the moment he rushed out, he had already lost.

There is a 16-character policy circulating in the market: I move when the enemy is quiet, I advance when the enemy advances, I retreat when the enemy retreats, and I move when the enemy moves.

Sun Tzu's materialist dialectical theory of the Art of War can be summed up in one sentence: do not start from subjective desires and feelings of joy and anger.

When you go to the battlefield with a deep sense of emotion, you can already see whether you win or lose.

The clown probably doesn't know much about the Art of War, nor does he know anything about the 16-character policy.

But he was clever and applied the 16-character policy perfectly.

When Yi Tian rushed up, he made a move to retreat as advance.

At this time, it is best not to fight hard with someone who has lost his mind.

He may carry you and rush into the middle of the sea and die with you. With only a few doggy swimming styles, about tomorrow or a few days later, someone will find one or two swollen male corpses in the sea.

In this way, the media will have news to cover again.

So at this time, he quickly retreated.

Of course, he also had his reasons for retiring.

A moment later, on the Ring Road, the roar of the wind-pulling Pagani engine was heard again.

He also slammed the empty throttle a few times, and the throttle sensation carried a strong provocative emotion in it.

The officer was fooled, and he ran quickly in his direction.

By the time he arrived, he had already found the old tool cart on the side of the road.

Alas, this is a pity, if you race with this tool car, it is a bit of a victory.

So he banged the two empty throttles with a double meaning, in addition to provocation.

There's another kind of voiceover.

That is: you come, you come quickly, don't say that I take advantage of you, I'm very fair here, let you hit the gas pedal twice.

In the night, he could feel the officer's face turn pale, and there was a feeling that his anger had reached its peak.

One step, two steps, three steps.

He was one more step ahead of the car, his front paws seemingly grabbing his ugly clown hat.

The throttle slammed hard, and he immediately ran out of the way.

On the road around the sea at night, the picture is a bit funny.

A red Pagani was moving unhurriedly ahead, an old diesel tool truck with smoke on its buttocks, and the throttle hit the bottom and failed to overtake the Pagani in front of it.

The two cars drove out of the Ring Sea Highway one after another, and on the edge of a remote tidal flat, the two cars stopped in front of a building.

258 commercial building, an unfinished building developed by a real estate group in the once glorious city of B 9 years ago, at that time, the building named 258 commercial building was built into a landmark building in city B, and it also received strong support from the municipal government.

When the main structure of the building was capped, the financial crisis caused the real estate group to go bankrupt overnight and declared it to enter the stage of bankruptcy liquidation.

No one wants to take over this building, and it has been vacant until now.

The building is overgrown with weeds, and the mottled façade is filled with black windows without mullions, just like scenes from a thriller.

Pagani stopped at the entrance to the underground parking lot, and a dark red figure jumped down quickly.

Before entering the underground parking lot, he glanced back at the tool cart that had just turned in.

In the dark corner below the entrance, he paused and listened to the movement outside.

Haha, the captain of the criminal police team, is that you so low-key?

The sound of heavy leather shoes running on the concrete floor came from far and near.

The officer's rhythm tonight was unusual, and it looked like he was going crazy.

Alas, today's young people are really fragile in their hearts.

He was roaring in the dark basement.

"Bastard, you come out for me, hurry up and come out for me."

This grandson, if he wants his life, he will expose himself to the enemy every minute.

Forget it, give him a hand.

With a snap, the lighter in his hand lit up, and the pitch-black basement had a spark that was enough for the officer to find his way.

Sure enough, the sound of footsteps sounded immediately, getting closer and closer to him.

Hehe, are all the policemen in the world like this without brains?