Sakura Troop (2)

Hahn staggered around the room with his hands behind his back, feeling the smell of death emanating from the villa, haunting him like a nightmare. The bright red blood stains www.biquge.info the pen and the fun pavilion solidify in my mind and form a pattern of cherry blossoms. Milon patted Hahn on the shoulder, smiled and said, "Don't be cranky, hurry up and get to work." What's so scary about special forces made up of women? Even Japan's kamikaze forces can't escape the fate of perdition, remember, as long as we stick to justice, we are not afraid of evil spirits! ”

Hahn nodded in agreement with Milon's opinion, and he looked around the villa, the chaotic thoughts in his mind falling like fallen leaves in the wind. Hahn stood facing the window for a moment, trying to compose himself...... After a few minutes, Hahn picked up his magnifying glass, bent down, and got back to work.

Golden sunlight shines through the dark clouds, through the window lattices of the villa, and into the room, showing an intermittent light. Flickering and dimming, the light flickering on the walls, and in this subtle light, there is an indescribable scene. The room was silent, and many transparent spiritual lights were formed. These spiritual lights quietly dissipated, so soft, like the bright moonlight. Sleep in the silence of the night, wandering the blurred streets. Oh, this fleeting light, where do you come from?

Professor Colin's death soon spread to every corner of Garan City, and the mysterious cause of his death caused many unwarranted speculations. 'Sakura Troop' conjures up some terrifying images.

Officer Ball's investigation did not make progress and there were few clues about the case, which stalled the investigation.

Pol and two police officers walked down the main street, and soon merged into the pedestrian flow of another avenue. Officer Pol looked up and suddenly, he noticed a man watching him in the middle of the crowd, following him. Pol gave the two officers beside him a look, and the three of them scattered along different routes and disappeared into the crowd.

They circled the block, jumped over the guardrail, and outflanked them from different directions. The blatant stalker realizes that something is wrong and runs down the street.

The policemen quickened their pace, pushed through the crowd and lunged at him. The police and the bandits shuttled through the road, and from time to time there were screams of women around them.

Officer Ball stopped the bandits on a street corner, and two other officers surrounded him from different directions, cornering the bandits. There was a roar in the air, and Pol was the first to rush forward and twist the bandit's shoulder, grabbing his wrist while pressing his knee against his abdomen. The bandit bowed down in defiance, reaching into his pocket with his other hand and drawing a dagger that glowed with cold light.

The dagger whizzed through the air, and the cold light shot into Officer Ball's chest. Pol let go of the bandit's hand, turned sideways, and threw a nice high kick. The bandit hurriedly rolled back, and at the same time changed the direction of the dagger with a flick of his wrist.

The dagger slashed above Officer Ball's cheek, and Officer Ball hurriedly dodged, one turned and jumped behind the bandits, and used his skillful fighting skills to grapple with the bandits.

The three police officers took a stance, clenched their fists, and took turns attacking the bandits. Officer Ball's heart began to beat wildly, and he reminded himself to stay calm and not to be negligent. A policeman suddenly rushed to the left, pulled a wooden stick off the guardrail, then swerved to the right, swinging the wooden stick and striking the bandit in the back.

The stick snapped in two, and the bandit felt a burst of pain in his back, making him dizzy, unsteady on his feet, losing his center of gravity, and falling to the ground.

The bandit was like a tuna that had fallen from a fishing net into the cabin, churning violently on the concrete floor, and the current of pain hit his body.

Pol threw out the baton in his hand, and the baton hit the bandit in the head accurately. The bandit clutched the back of his head and struggled to get up, but Officer Pol leapt in front of him and stepped on his wrist, the dagger slipping in the palm of his hand.

With a 'click', the cold handcuffs snapped around the bandit's wrist, and Pol kicked the bandit viciously and kicked him in the abdomen. Officer Pol picked up his baton and slammed the bandit on the head, and the continuous blows caused many wounds to open the corners of his mouth and forehead, and blood gushed from the wounds.

A series of blows continued for a few seconds, and the bandit suddenly shouted, stood up and rushed through the street, using all his strength, crashing into a huge reflector.

Officer Pol realized that something was serious and hurriedly reached out and tried to hold him, but it was too late.

The crazy bandit, with his eyes closed, slammed the weight of his whole body into the mirror.

A loud, crisp sound passed, and the mirror cracked into many tiny cracks. The cracks widened, crumbling in an instant, shards of glass spilled all over the floor.

The frenzied bandit huddled tightly in a ball, fell from the air to the ground, and began to roll forward as soon as it touched the ground. Pedestrians on the street took refuge, and the crowd dispersed, overturning in a sparse uproar.

Taking advantage of the chaos, the frenzied bandits ran across the streets and fled the scene. Officer Pol stood there for a few seconds, slapped his head sharply, and shouted at his companions: "What a madman, everyone chase, don't let him run!" ”

The police officer had a shocked expression on his face, and it was too late to chase him, so he could only watch the bandits disappear into the end of the street.

Officer Pol beckoned to his companions, "Don't chase him, I think his skills are not bad, it may be a retired officer and soldier of the special forces." We must be careful with such people, who commit murder a hundred times more than ordinary people! ”

One police officer asked suspiciously, "A person like a police officer is endangering society, why don't we arrest him?" ”

Officer Ball calmly said, "Giving them a stable job is the key to solving the problem." Many of the retired special forces are highly skilled personnel, because the service time is too short, and they are eliminated before they can fully exert their strengths. We can augment them into the grassroots police force, so that they can be useful, and it will be of great benefit to the maintenance of public order. However, the big man doesn't care about these things! They only care about their own power. ”

Officer Ball's lips twitched as he said this, and he thought that his wages had been in arrears, and that he was overwhelmed by the various apportionments. Under the shadow of a gloomy atmosphere, corruption has become the norm in society, and who can save the fate of this world! Drugs, crime, and violence are like a poisonous snake around everyone, pushing the world into a bottomless abyss.

Officer Ball and his companions returned to Professor Colin's villa along the street, but a terrible sniper was turning his gun on them at the top of a tall building. The barrel of the gun moves slowly with the target, and the sniper holds a sniper rifle and aims at the target moving below. He raised the rifle above his head, the scope locked onto the target, his finger immediately pulled the trigger, and a bullet made a graceful arc straight to the hunting target. One of the officers behind Officer Ball fell to the ground, his head cut by a bullet in a bloody hole, and the blood formed a large puddle of blood in the back of his head. The sniper raised the butt to re-aim and delivered a second shot in a short time. The bullet swirled and flew out of the chamber, and another police officer was immediately shot and fell to the ground, only to see him crooked his neck, his body spasmed, and his legs kicked hard a few times, and he swallowed.

Officer Pol heard the terrifying gunfire behind him, and he didn't have time to jump to his feet, hide under a guardrail and shoot back. The glass above the window shattered, and the sniper hurriedly turned sideways and ducked behind the wall. Broken glass fell from the rooftop, and the glass blocks reflected the sun's rays and shimmered for a moment.

The sniper crouched down, frowned, placed the gun in front of him, examined it carefully, and then pulled a bullet from his jacket pocket and shoved it into the chamber. I saw him flash in the window, raise his rifle and shoot at Bol under the guardrail. In a very short time, Pol also raised his gun, and after two crisp shots, the sniper was shot in the skull, and the rifle fell from his hand to the downstairs, and his body fell to the concrete floor. The sniper stared at the sky with empty eyes, his face gradually losing blood, and his body became extremely stiff.

Officer Ball bent over and gasped for air, he felt a spasm in his chest and desperately needed fresh oxygen. Pol's head began to get dizzy, his shoulders were numb and he didn't feel the slightest sensation, he gritted his teeth and opened his eyes wide, realizing that his shoulder had been completely pierced by bullets, and blood was soaking the police uniform and shirt inside. Pol tried to control himself and try not to shake, but his body was heavy, and every movement required a lot of physical strength. In the villa opposite, the police officers who were looking for evidence heard the gunshots and hurriedly ran towards this side.

Another sniper in a building not far away, raised his rifle and fired another volley of bursts. The policemen who rushed to the front threw themselves on the ground, and the remaining policemen hid behind the building and returned fire with laser guns raised. Pol struggled desperately behind the guardrail, his blood-stained hand reached into the pocket of his jacket, his fingers trembled and he took out the communicator and reported to the sheriff in a hoarse voice: "Hey, hey, I'm Officer Pol of the Criminal Investigation Division, and I was attacked by militants near Professor Colin's villa. Now the situation is critical! Request support! ”

The police gradually moved closer to the building where the sniper was hiding, and used all their minds to determine the direction of the sniper's fire. Then nod your head and use a simple gesture to convey a course of action.

Officers raised their pistols and fired at the building from different directions, using crossfire to cover the next round of assault. Several officers were already close to the building, and they were able to locate the sniper's exact location by sight and sound. (To be continued.) )