"You're tired too, it's time to rest," an unfamiliar voice came from behind, the voice was very cold, and for a moment it made Ju Yan feel a little creepy, he just raised his head, and the next moment he found that his gaze suddenly turned to the right, and then his eyes went dark.

Ju Yan's body lay limply on the desk, his head pulled weakly to the side. Unlike Su Penghui, his neck has just been completely broken. Liu Jiajun's movements are very direct, very fast, and very accurate.

"It's over?" Liu Jiajun, who had completed the task, was relieved, and the indifference on his face began to melt rapidly like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, "I can finally accompany An Rui to live a peaceful life." ”

Liu Jiajun turned around and prepared to return to the hallway, and then climbed out of the window where he entered.

"Brother Yan, Lao Su said that your handpaper is running out here, I'm afraid I won't have time to come over on duty tomorrow, so I'll just ...... now," a voice sounded at the door, Liu Jiajun was still fantasizing about his future life with Li Anrui in his mind, and after relaxing, he didn't even notice that someone suddenly came upstairs.

Meng Jie pushed open the door, and just as he was halfway through his words, he suddenly saw a stranger standing in the room, and Ju Yan was already lying on the table and didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

Meng Jie was very alert and reacted quickly, and when he saw Liu Jiajun for the first time, his intuition told him that this person was dangerous, but he did not recognize Liu Jiajun as the man he had fought on Yanggong Causeway that day.

It's no wonder that Meng Jie, Liu Jiajun has lived in the mountains for more than a month, he has grown a beard, his hair has grown a lot, and his skin has become a little rough, and his temperament has changed a lot. In addition, Liu Jiajun also made some moves in his appearance in order to facilitate his movements, so Meng Jie's first reaction was not to recognize him.

When Liu Jiajun saw someone suddenly coming in, he planned to turn around and leave here immediately, but after noticing that Meng Jie had already made a move to pull out his gun, he immediately changed his mind.

Meng Jie was also confused by Liu Jiajun's initial movements, thinking that he turned around and wanted to escape, and when he drew the gun, he did not shoot immediately, but was ready to chase after him with the gun. The companion was lying on the table and didn't know what the situation was, and Meng Jie didn't plan to shoot rashly in the office.

However, after only hesitating for a moment, Meng Jie discovered Liu Jiajun's true intentions.

"So he didn't want to escape!" Meng Jie was shocked, and when he was about to raise the gun to shoot again, Liu Jiajun had already crashed head-on into his arms, and the two were instantly entangled together, and Meng Jie's hand holding the gun was also held by Liu Jiajun.

The familiar movements reminded Meng Jie of some past events, and Liu Jiajun's sudden bullying in front of him also gave him a chance to take a closer look at the face of this strange man.

It didn't look like it was a little different, but with this kind of look and this kind of flexible joint technique, Meng Jie understood the identity of the comer in an instant.

"It's you!" Meng Jie said fiercely, he desperately wanted to break the hand that Liu Jiajun held his right hand so that he could use the gun in his hand normally.

Of course, Liu Jiajun will not let him agree, and both seem to understand that the focus of the grappling is this gun. Meng Jie wanted to shoot, he knew that he was not Liu Jiajun's opponent if he only had close combat skills; Liu Jiajun had no intention of snatching the gun, because he couldn't kill Meng Jie with the gun after snatching the gun, the gunfire would expose him and make him fall into a situation where he couldn't get out.

Meng Jie was knocked against the wall by Liu Jiajun in the scuffle, his strength seemed to be greater than Liu Jiajun, but there was a big gap between him and Liu Jiajun in terms of flexibility.

Meng Jie felt that he had no strength but couldn't use all of it, and several joints on his body were also locked by Liu Jiajun. In the stalemate, he suddenly thought of shouting, but the moment he was about to open his mouth, Liu Jiajun saw through his intention.

Liu Jiajun not only guarded against the gun in Meng Jie's hand, but also guarded against him from suddenly calling someone. When Meng Jie was about to open his mouth, Liu Jiajun slammed into the door in front of him.

The forehead was directly knocked on Meng Jie's face, Meng Jie felt a sour nose, his head "buzzed", and the voice that was about to shout was stopped in his throat.

Taking advantage of Meng Jie's pain, Liu Jiajun suddenly let go of his hands and feet, got out of the fight, and then rushed towards the window when he came in without looking back.

Meng Jie saw Liu Jiajun let go of himself, and knew that he was planning to run, but when he was hit by Liu Jiajun just now, many stars appeared in front of his eyes.

"Don't run, dog," Meng Jie chased after him, and just as he was about to raise his hand and raise his gun, Liu Jiajun had already jumped out of the window.

Meng Jie chased to the window and fired a shot at the figure downstairs. There was only this shot, and Meng Jie pulled the trigger several times in a row, but no bullets came out of the pistol.

"Damn," Meng Jie was a little depressed when he saw Liu Jiajun's figure disappearing into the night downstairs, and then he noticed that the gun in his hand was dropped by Liu Jiajun in the process of fighting just now, and there was only one bullet in the gun that had been loaded.

Meng Jie wanted to chase out, but he couldn't rest assured of the other people in the room, and when he chased him from the corridor just now, he noticed that there seemed to be a person lying on the ground.

Although he was unwilling, Meng Jie had no choice but to return to the house. The sound of gunfire had already alarmed some soldiers nearby, and Meng Jie heard the sound of someone rushing towards him.

Back in the corridor, Meng Jie turned on the light and found that the person lying on the ground was Su Penghui, he tried Su Penghui's snort and found that the person was just unconscious.

Seeing that Su Penghui was fine, Meng Jie was also a little relieved, and he hurriedly returned to the office to check Ju Yan's situation.

A group of soldiers burst into the small building of the civil affairs office, and when they broke into the office, they saw only a man with an indignant face standing at a table.

The man stared at the man lying on the table in front of him, his eyes bloodshot as if a fire was burning inside.

His body trembled slightly, and his clenched fists made it clear to those around him that this was a reaction of extreme anger.

Noticing the man's mood change and the gun he was holding, the soldiers who rushed through the door became more and more alert.

"Raise your hand," one of the soldiers at the head drank towards Meng Jie, and suddenly he noticed that the man next to the table was somewhat familiar.

"Get his gun down," the soldier commanded his companion beside him, who, seeing that Meng Jie was motionless, beckoned to his companions to get the man under control first.

Meng Jie's emotions were on the verge of exploding. Ju Yan died, at the hands of Liu Jiajun. His heart was filled with anger and grief, and he didn't know that the gun had been taken from his hand, and his hands were tied.

"Team Chen, it's Director Ju who died." After checking Ju Yan's condition, a soldier reported to the captain of the team.

Then another voice came from the hallway, "There's another one here, and the man is still alive." ”

"Take him away!" Chen Chaoli, the captain of the patrol soldiers, said coldly, and he ordered another soldier to take the injured Su Penghui to the hospital.

"There's a kind, bastard," Chen Chaoli leaned in front of Meng Jie, his eyes staring at him fiercely, "You dare to kill our cadres in Jilong Mountain." ”

When he said this, Chen Chaoli looked at Meng Jie as if he was looking at a dead man.