Chapter 21 Police Station

Fang Jian looked at the young policeman with a sad expression in front of him, he felt a little unbearable in his heart, and hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you still have weapons in the office?" ”

"What, weapons?" Zhao Jun subconsciously touched the pistol on his waist.

Fang Jian saw his thoughts, and said softly: "Now in this troubled world, the government doesn't know if it can effectively control the situation, with weapons can you protect yourself and help others, it's not a bad thing that weapons are in the hands of good people, Xiao Zhao, what do you say?" ”

Zhao Jun is not a rigid person, weighed for a moment, and pointed to the conference room on the side: "We don't have many weapons, just a few pistols, the director and I brought two, there are three left in the institute, there are less than a hundred bullets, and the key to the gun cabinet is on Director Zhang."

A bunch of keys were found from Director Zhang, a small 64-style pistol, two magazines, more than ten bullets, holding a pistol in his hand without feeling, Fang Jian frowned, and inserted the pistol into his waist along with the holster.

Coming downstairs, several women had not recovered from the vomiting, their faces were pale and leaning together, only Li Ping was nervous and indifferent, and was picking out various mobile phones on the counter with interest.

"Put down the phone, choose something useful, set off in fifteen minutes, mainly looking for maps and walkie-talkies"

Fang Jian scolded with a dark face, and Yang Mei cheered up and led everyone to hurry up.

Fang Jian handed the policeman a cigarette: "What are your plans?" Do you want to come with us? ”

Zhao Jun's expression was in a trance, as if muttering to himself: "I don't know, I should go to my superiors, but where should I find it?" I still want to go home and see..."

At this time, Li Ping shouted: "Found it, found it"

Li Ping handed the tourist atlas he found to Fang Jian, Fang Jian flipped through it and felt a little disappointed in his heart, the expression of the tourist map was abstract and not accurate.

Seeing this, Zhao Jun said: "We have accurate map manuals in our possession."

Fang Jian suddenly realized, yes, there must be a map in the police station!

At this time, everyone summed up the things they found, Yang Mei found a laptop, the power supply was still full, the computer contained some useful information, the kind of tourist map was also on the hard disk, others found some USB flash drives, but the mobile phone took one by one, and the woman also found some cosmetics and other things, Fang Jian didn't say much, and asked Zhao Jun to take everyone towards the police station.

Not far away, around the corner is the police station, not very big, a front yard, two police cars parked, a two-story blue and white building, here is the town police station.

Fang Jian looked at Zhao Jun: "Where should that policewoman usually be?" ”

"In the duty room, it's the first room next to the hall."

Zhao Jun was worried about the female colleague on duty, and walked in front of him in a hurry.

The door of the duty room is open, where is the shadow of the policewoman? Zhao Jun quickly searched every corner of every room, and the policewoman seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, leaving no trace.

"Liping, Liping, where are you?"

Zhao Jun sat on the ground, his voice hysterical, tears dripping down his cheeks and on the ground.

Fang Jian motioned for You Ren to search again, and after a while, You Ren waved his hand at him, but still didn't find it.

Fang Jian patted Zhao Jun on the shoulder and comforted: "Brother, don't worry, not seeing someone doesn't necessarily mean that there was an accident, it's better than seeing a living corpse, is she your girlfriend?" ”

Zhao Jun shook his head: "No, it's Director Zhang's daughter, Director Zhang has tried to protect me... I'm really useless, why don't you dare to kill it back? If something happens to her, a weak woman, how can I be worthy of her father! ”

Fang Jian sighed: "Hey, Xiao Zhao is fine, you have to live well, maybe we can still find her."

"Well, Brother Fang, I'll take you to find a weapon"

Zhao Jun, who has eased up, is not a hypocritical person, and he knows how to take the next step once he has figured it out.

Open the big iron door of the police storeroom, find three pistols in the gun cabinet, and find more than a hundred bullets in another cabinet, Fang Jian looked at the large one at a glance, this is a Wu Shi style pistol, although it has been some years, but it is very well maintained, it is heavy in his hand, a sleeve, a trigger, click, and the sound of hanging up in the empty warehouse makes him feel so pleasant.

Wu Shi pistol, finalized and produced in 1954, 7.62 mm caliber, high reliability, long range, great power, not the small 64 pistol can be compared, only than the army's active Jiu II type is a little behind, with it whether it is to deal with people or living corpses have an extra guarantee.

It's a pity that there are not many bullets, more than twenty rounds, only three magazines, and the rest are all six-four pistol bullets, and the square sword is all loaded in a backpack.

There were batons, handcuffs, a few helmets, and two police shields, and three walkie-talkies and batteries were unexpectedly found, and the communication problems of several people could be solved for the time being.

Fang Jian looked back at a few people who were flutes, and said a little strangely, "What are you doing in a daze?" Move them all to the car and change your clothes."

Looking at those police uniforms, Li Ping pouted, and muttered in her heart: "This police uniform is really ugly"

Fang Jian looked back at Zhao Jun: "That's all?" And nothing else? ”

Zhao Jun hurriedly said: "That's all, Brother Jian, we are just a police station"

Fang Jian didn't give up, and continued to ask, "Don't have more bullets or spears?" ”

"Not really, but there are still a few knives in the evidence room, do you want to take a look?" Zhao Jun pointed to the room next to him and said.

Fang Jian looked up, and there were a few big characters written on an iron door, the evidence room.

(Due to the restriction of sensitive words, the model of the firearm is replaced by homophones, please forgive me!) ）