"Good! Good! ”

The stage performance was a troupe from Henan, among which there were several famous actors, wearing costumes, but as soon as they appeared on stage, they put on a white crane wings shelf, which immediately attracted full applause and applause.

It's a pity that Song Mingjing doesn't know anyone, and he is not interested in it at all.

He seemed to be staring intently at the stage, but in fact, all his attention was on the plot points in the small box.

Since ten minutes ago, the plot points that were originally zeroed have fluctuated violently, all the way up, and they have risen gradually, and as of now, he has grabbed 18 plot points.

Although there is no close contact with the battlefield, judging from the increase in plot points, Song Mingjing can expect that the battle over there has begun, and with a ruthless person like Hua Feihua, they will meet each other head-on, even if the Fangjia Village Police Department occupies the advantage of numbers and weapons, it will inevitably be very difficult and dangerous.

Song Mingjing tapped his fingers on the table, estimating that no matter whether he won or lost, the battle should be almost over.

After all, although the force in this world is not weak, it is not at the level of martial arts fantasy, and the qi is long, and it can be fought casually for a few days and nights.

Judging from the fights in the TV series, the martial arts style of this world is sharp, the shots are fast, and the emphasis is on defeating the enemy with one blow without consuming excess energy.

Sure enough, after a while, a reckless man rushed into the conference hall in a panic, ignoring the audience who were fascinated by the play, and shouted: "Something happened! Something's wrong! ”

"Something is wrong! I just saw the police force carrying the wounded over, covered in blood, and I don't know if they are dead or alive, it's so scary! ”

"What?" The villagers sitting in the distance may not be able to hear clearly, but some of the villagers nearby can hear it clearly, and hurriedly grabbed the reckless man to ask the reason, their faces are anxious, maybe their own children are also working in the police station.

When the scene was in an uproar, another police officer rushed to the venue, ran directly to Song Mingjing, and said, "Mr. Song, the boss sent me to invite you over." ”

"Let's go, lead the way." Song Mingjing took a sip of tea and got up unhurriedly.

In the police station of Fangjia Village, Russia.

In the director's office, there were four people: Xiaofo, Zhao Wuliang, Fang Shisanniang and You Dasheng.

The atmosphere in the office was a little stagnant, and the four of them were silent, even the smiling Buddha who had always been showing people in the image of Maitreya Buddha and always smiling and welcoming people was also worried.

With a "click", the door was pushed open, and Song Mingjing walked in.

Seeing him coming, You Dasheng sighed heavily, and his face was full of sorrow: "Brother Song, you are here, sit down first." ”

Song Mingjing casually found a place to sit down and asked, "How is the situation?" ”

You Dasheng sighed again and glanced at Zhao Wuliang, who said gloomily: "This time we killed two brothers and injured seven people, even if three of them are cured, they can no longer be policemen, the losses are too heavy!" ”

Song Mingjing was slightly silent and said, "I will publish this incident in the newspaper to publicize the heroic deeds of the Fangjia Village police, so that they can get the praise and glory they deserve." ”

Zhao Wuliang's face softened slightly, and he arched his hand: "Thank you, Mr. Song." ”

Song Mingjing shook his head, he just let his identity as a reporter play his spare time.

When he first crossed into this world, after the initial panic, Song Mingjing made a plan for himself, first hugging Guangzhou Daily in the early stage, keeping his identity as a reporter, and then writing about the Condor Heroes, Tianlong Babu, Xiao Li Flying Knife or the rise of a great power...... To be a copyist, if you can't keep it, you will achieve the myth of the rise of a generation of writers? !

Of course, this plan is not needed now.

With the help of putting yourself on an extraordinary path, what a reporter, what a trench, get the ball!

"Flowers are not flowers?"

Song Mingjing looked at You Dasheng and Fang Sanniang, and saw that Fang Sanniang's face was slightly pale, her right hand was covering her left arm, and there was a little blood on her clothes, obviously injured.

You Dasheng looked at Fang Thirteen Niang with concern, and said worriedly: "Thirteen Niang, your injury is okay!" We'll take care of it here, so you might as well go back and teach the doctor to take care of the wound first! ”

"I'm fine, just a little injury. It's just that I'm really old, and if I was young, Hua Feihua wouldn't hurt me so easily. ”

Fang Sanniang shook her head with a wry smile, and then said: "Hua Feihua was run away by him, but we caught his subordinate, and now she is locked in the interrogation room for interrogation, but her mouth is too hard to pry out any useful information." ”

Song Mingjing had already guessed that Hua Feihua had not been caught, and the reason why he asked more questions was because he had previously set himself up that a certain organization in the government had to ask about a dark line against Hua Feihua, and he always had to ask to express his concern, right?

To his surprise, Situ Ruthless was caught.

"I don't know Mr. Song, you guys ...... over there What else is planned?! Fang Thirteen Niang pondered.

Song Mingjing's face was silent, and thoughts flashed in his mind, thinking about how to answer.

Thundered!!

At this moment, like a thunderclap, something seemed to have exploded not far away, and the entire office shook violently a few times, and ashes and dust fell.

There was a faint wave of qi rushing over, even if he was sitting on the chair, Song Mingjing's body staggered forward, and he almost fell.

"The direction of the explosion, is it the prison and the interrogation room?" Zhao Wuliang's face changed greatly, and the pistol was copied in his hand.

A weird laugh full of madness and arrogance sounded, which reached the ears of several people, and when they heard this familiar and terrifying voice, You Dasheng's hand trembled, and he lost his voice: "Flowers are not flowers!" ”

No one expected that Hua Feihua had just fought with them, and it seemed that he had retreated, and then he went directly to the police station, which was so rampant.

Bang!

"He's a mad dog who catches and bites anyone!" Fang Sanniang slapped the table, jumped up, and gritted her teeth: "Let's go to the side of the explosion, Hua Feihua must want to save the prisoner, and he must not be allowed to succeed." ”

This is the thinking of normal people, Hua Feihua, as the leader, killed himself in order to save his subordinates.

However, Fang Sanniang forgot what she had just said, Hua Feihua is a mad dog, how can she be regarded as a normal person?

A few people got up and walked towards the door, when there was a loud bang overhead, the tiles cracked and flew, the beams broke, and a huge hole appeared on the roof, casting a large amount of light into the house.

But soon the light was occupied by a shadow, a face that made You Dasheng look at it as a nightmare, wearing a dark mask sticking into the hole, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of banter and indifference: "Little mice, are you surprised to see me?" Surprised? I had a great time playing before, but now let's continue the game...... Hahahaha! ”