Chapter 100: Charity Bazaar
& Wind, to the right. Zhou Zihan's voice was still calm, and there was no fear in his tone at the moment of life and death.
Ling Feng immediately understood what Zhou Zihan meant, exhaled and raised his voice, and slammed into the beam between the two doors on the right side of the off-road vehicle.
The body of the Chevrolet off-road vehicle was raised high to the right side during high-speed driving, and before it rolled over, Zhou Zihan stepped on the accelerator to stabilize the center of gravity, and controlled the off-road vehicle to speed on the road with two tires on the right side.
The rockets with tail smoke slashed at the belly of the Chevrolet's raised car at such high speed that Ling Feng could even hear the strong sound of the rockets breaking through the air as they flew past. Zhou Zihan closed his lips tightly, his expression did not change, and he was engrossed in manipulating the off-road vehicle.
Under the gaze of everyone, the off-road vehicle sped steadily down the road with two wheels on the right side, and it was like a passing of the terrorist Toyota Rover.
Chekov turned his head to look out the window, and like the other three terrorists, he watched in amazement as the Chevrolet lifted its body staggered through the left window.
Zhou Zihan condescended and glanced at the four terrorists in the Toyota Ranger expressionlessly.
& There was a muffled sound, and the rocket exploded in the distance.
The two cars staggered by.
Zhou Zihan's shoulder leaned to the left, Ling Feng also stopped exerting force to the right, and the Chevrolet fell back to the road with a thud, jolting violently on the ground a few times. Zhou Zihan slammed the direction, and Chevrolet stopped in the middle of the road with an extremely beautiful drift.
Ling Feng hurriedly said, "Be careful, there are bombs in the terrorists' cars!" ”
At the same time as Ling Feng spoke, Zhou Zihan had already pulled out his pistol and fired two consecutive three short shots.
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A series of bullet holes appeared on the left rear side of the Toyota Rover, and there was a muffled "peng", and the left rear wheel was blown up by the second round of short shots.
The Toyota Rover, which was speeding for its life, immediately lost its balance and flipped on its side on the road, with a loud "boom", and the bomb placed on the car was triggered by the Toyota Rover to explode extremely violently when it rolled.
Zhou Zihan looked at the Toyota Rover who turned into a ball of fire, a smile appeared on his face, and he turned his head to Ling Feng and said, "I know." ”
At this time, the police car behind finally arrived and stopped on the road in a mess.
Ling Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly.
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It was 8:30 a.m. when Ling Feng arrived at the International Convention and Exhibition Center.
The fact that no bombs exploded in 10 schools confirmed that the terrorists were bluffing.
Chekov's death temporarily put an end to this anti-terrorist operation.
All forces are beginning to focus on the security of the Pan-Pacific International Economic and Trade Talks.
However, Ling Feng was still a little uneasy, and vaguely felt that something seemed to be missing.
The hall on the first floor of the International Convention and Exhibition Center is brightly lit, and four security personnel are on duty.
As soon as Ling Feng walked into the hall, a uniformed security guard walked up and asked, "Sir, please show your invitation card." ”
The charity sale has begun, and there are no other people in the hall except the security guards.
Ling Feng took out his G9 ID and looked around the hall while the security guard checked the ID.
After carefully checking the documents, the security guard respectfully handed them back to Ling Feng, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Detective, is there anything I can do?" ”
Ling Feng casually asked, "Nothing happened here, right?" ”
The security guard replied, "One qiē is normal, nothing suspicious happened." ”
& Is it said that the military sent people to perform security? Why didn't you see it. Ling Feng asked casually and walked straight to the elevator.
Two security guards followed closely.
A security guard was stunned, but seeing that Ling Feng didn't look back, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The people of the military perform security at the site of the charity bazaar, and the work in the hall will be handed over to us." ”
Ling Feng showed an inexplicable smile and walked into the elevator first.
Two security guards followed the elevator and stood behind Ling Feng.
The elevator is very clean, and the silver elevator room is wiped without a trace of dust, and the light is recognizable.
Ling Feng asked casually, "Don't you need to be on duty on the first floor?" ”
A security guard smiled: "The work in the hall is basically done, and we are about to go to the charity sale on the thirteenth floor, which happens to be the same road as the detectives." ”
Ling Feng smiled and stopped talking.
The two security guards exchanged glances and reached to their waists, revealing the jet-black hilt of the gun stuck in their waists.
In the lobby on the first floor, a security guard took out a communicator and whispered: "Call, call, there is a National Security Bureau agent who is taking the elevator upstairs." ”
A deep man's voice came from the communicator, "Roger! ”
The security guard turned off the communicator and picked up a sign next to him and placed it at the entrance, which read "Private activities, no entry" in eight large red letters. Another security guard closed the gate and closed the barrier.
In the elevator, two security guards pulled out their pistols with silencers from their arms and aimed them at Ling Feng.
Ling Feng looked at the constantly beating floor numbers in the elevator, and seemed to be unaware.
The two security guards looked at each other and smiled hideously.
& Unconsciously, "Transcendence" has written 100 chapters, and although the results are still dismal, Yutian still sincerely thanks the 32 book friends who collected this book. Thank you all for your support, your support is the motivation for me to persevere. If you have friends who need to communicate, you can add my **,**xielei2905. (To be continued......)