In two minutes, choose a life among the real family members, and the "family" who get along day and night, live and die together, and are enough to deliver their lives.

If two minutes pass and nothing is chosen, both sides die.

The audience all sighed that the criminals who used this kind of poisonous trick were really black-hearted.

In the first few seconds of the countdown, none of the cops in the maze could calm down. They shouted and walked around impatiently, shouting at the surrounding areas where there might be surveillance, threatening the bandits to stop quickly.

But as the bright red numbers on the screen passed second by second, they began to feel at a loss, looking back and forth at the people on both ends of the screen, anxious and crying.

At this moment, they are not policemen, but ordinary people who are powerless in the face of death.

Zhang Jiaju is no exception, his eyes are constantly moving between his parents on the left side of the screen and his colleagues on the right side of the screen, his face is full of pain and struggle, he wants to smash his fist at the screen, but he is afraid of touching the screen but is regarded as having made a choice. Sweat quickly wet the broken hair on his forehead.

Fortunately, he is still an experienced veteran policeman, and he has not lost all his cool when he is cornered.

Zhang Jiaju took a deep breath, closed his eyes and abandoned all chaotic thoughts, then walked to the front of the screen and found a small hole at the top of the screen. He knew that the bandits should be watching them through this small hole with a camera hidden. Zhang Jiaju said eagerly to Xiao Kong: "This is not a game, this game is flawed, if this is a game, then at least the player should have a chance of winning, otherwise you are just entertaining yourself......"

Hearing this, the policemen in the maze seemed to have a backbone, and they all regained some calm, and they all followed suit, and provoked the bandits towards Xiao Kong, saying that this was a fart game.

In the midst of the noise, Zhang Jiaju stared straight at the camera, just as he was staring straight at the surveillance camera.

Every audience member looked at Zhang Jiaju's sweaty face, and they could feel the perseverance and tenacity in those eyes. Zhang Jiaju is worthy of his leader, and in such a situation, he still tries to negotiate with the bandits, whether it is delaying time, pinning his hopes on the arrogance of the bandits, and just fighting for a glimmer of life for his colleagues and family members.

As if forced to look, the camera gradually recedes. Zooming out, zooming out again, slowly noise began to appear in the picture, and the tone gradually covered with a layer of gray, as if looking at people from the monitoring screen.

In the picture, several bandits wearing masks are gathering in front of the surveillance screen.

They are watching the behavior of two groups of troubled police officers on the screen in order to survive.

"Boss, this Zhang Jiaju is talking about game balance." Blue Mask, who sits in front of a screen and operates an electronic device, turns his head to report to Red Mask.

"It's just a clamor of waste. If they have prepared enough intelligence information, they know that we never kill ordinary people. Red Mask looked at Zhang Jiaju on the screen with disappointed eyes. Obviously, the odds are already there, and these elites are in a hurry, and they don't even think of any of them.

Red Mask played with the butterfly knife as he turned his head to stare at a screen.

That screen is connected to the surveillance outside the building. The police outside could not receive a reply from their colleagues in the factory, so they immediately prepared to send in reinforcements. It turned out to be blocked on the first floor. The staircase was sealed and the elevator was shut down. The police were about to climb through the window outside the wall, but they triggered the trap that the masks had set beforehand.

"Boss! I threw a piece of the screen out, and the police outside saw the game we were playing and really didn't dare to come in, haha. A tall bandit wearing a green mask swaggered over.

"Don't relax. The police compromised with criminals on the surface, but in fact they would never give up, and behind the scenes, they might be thinking of other ways to break through. Red Mask said this, but there was no trace of panic in his tone. He calmly looked at his watch and said, "We can probably play this game for half an hour." ”

The other masked companions had no doubts about this.

Green Mask walked to the front of the surveillance screen, watched Zhang Jiaju lead a group of people to negotiate to the end, and couldn't help but ask: "What if these policemen don't make a choice until the end?" Really kill both sides? ”

"No matter how they choose in the end, or if they don't choose, the ending has already been set." Red Mask smiled and said the ending: "In their screens, they will all choose [real family] to live in the end." They're just part of the game. Our game is played with the police from all over the country. ”

"Remember to record it, cut it well, and let the police across the country see the picture that will happen later." Red Mask's calm voice was filled with the smell of blood.

The masked bandits laughed cruelly.

The audience originally thought that Red Mask was vicious enough, but they didn't expect to underestimate him.

Artificial manipulation to choose the result, so that all the police forcibly become the people who live and kill their companions, and plan to spread the results of this self-directed and self-staged afterwards. Red Mask It is intended to shake the foundations of the police community. If the police can't fully trust their comrades, then the cohesion of the organization will be lost.

As the countdown approached zero little by little, and the bandits still didn't move, the police in the maze gradually began to take it anymore.

I am worried that if I continue to wait like this, my relatives and companions will all die.

They had to face the screen again, struggling again.

The scene suddenly became chaotic again.

【10】……

There are only ten seconds left.

Suddenly, a "ding" sound came.

Correspondingly, the screen in front of one of the police officers changed.

Everyone looked over. I saw that the half of the screen on the left where there were relatives suddenly brightened, and the barrel of the gun that was originally ready to fire was put away, and an assassination was wiped out; On the right screen, the color tone suddenly dimmed, full of dead silence.

It's as if someone has already made a choice - live on the left, die on the right.

Everyone looked at the police in front of the screen in a daze.

The policeman scrambled to argue: "I, I didn't choose!" ......" However, what can be seen with the naked eye is that his original anxious expression seems to have been splashed with a basin of cool ice water. The volume gradually decreased, "It should be, it should be accidentally touched ......"

For a moment, everyone looked at him with different expressions.

suddenly

"Ding", "Ding".

While everyone was paying attention to this person, two more sounds sounded in the labyrinth.

Everyone found the location of these two sounds, and found that the two screens also made a choice - the left side is alive, and the right side is dead.

【5】……

There are only five seconds left.

"Ding", "Ding", "Ding", "Ding", one after another, the sound of making choices sounded one after another.

Everyone had to make a final choice.

Some policemen looked at their colleagues and found that without exception, they all chose to let their relatives live. As if this choice was the right answer.

【3】……

The hesitant, the lucky, are driven by a kind of inertia called collective at the moment, so they involuntarily touch the screen on the left. It wasn't until the screen on the right was grayed out that they muttered "I'm sorry ......" and sat down on the floor weakly.

【2】……

The screen changes one by one.

【1】……

The police officers were so vulnerable that they did not dare to look at the final outcome.

【0】……

However, some people did not make a choice until the end.

Zhang Jiaju's hand is still ten centimeters away from the screen.

He shook his hands and hesitated to the end.

The number is reset to zero. Just as he closed his eyes, thinking that his indecision was about to kill the people on both sides, the next moment, he looked up and found that the screen in front of him had an unexpected result.

The left is bright, the right is dark. The left lives and the right dies.

But this was obviously not his choice...... Zhang Jiaju's eyes were full of doubts.

It's a pity -

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" The police officers in the labyrinth watched through the screen on the right as their colleagues trapped in the room were engulfed in bomb after bomb.

The labyrinth was only low sobs and a slight murmur.

Some people angrily wondered: "No, I obviously didn't choose it this way...... but it was regarded as a hypocritical justification, attracting the sneers of others.

Zhang Jiaju didn't laugh. His eyes, which had lost their brilliance, trembled and kept trying to come to his senses. In the next second, his eyes suddenly widened, and he suddenly understood something.

"We've been deceived!"

He let out a roar.

Everyone looked at him blankly.

In front of the monitoring screen.

Red Mask quietly watched Zhang Jiaju say something to the other policemen. Quietly looking at the lost and depressed policemen, under Zhang Jiaju's explanation, he gradually straightened up, clenched the handle of the gun, and his face was full of anger.

"When people get angry, their vision becomes narrow." Red Mask put away the butterfly knife and stretched, "It's not enough to break the bones of the police and destroy the trust of the grassroots, you have to destroy their most proud signboard." It's time. ”

Looking at Zhang Jiaju, who led everyone to regain their strength as a leader, Red Mask said to the eager partners around him: "The heat is enough." It's time to play. ”

The masked bandits cheered and picked up their guns.

Labyrinth.

Zhang Jiaju had just finished explaining the "shady" of the game just now to his colleagues, and a group of people were full of anger and had no way to vent.

At this time, the voice of the radio sounded again, this time it was not a mechanical sound, but the original voice of the bandits' banter: [Officers, the game was fun! In return, this place is left to you to collect the corpses slowly. I hope that when we meet again in the future, we can still play games together. Hahahaha! 】

As soon as the radio was turned off, a series of running footsteps could be heard in a corner of the maze, along with the cheerful "Goodbye, officer!" "See you next time! 咻 ~ (whistle)".

These words were like basins of gasoline, which made the hearts of the police officers burn a raging fire.

"These bitches are going to run!"

"Lao Tzu is going to kill them!"

The policemen tightened their guns tightly, intending to chase after them.

Zhang Jiaju is no exception.

"Can't chase!" However, his partner, the young policeman, stopped everyone. The young policeman said: "Brother Jiaju, according to the regulations, we have to wait for support at this time......"

However, none of the people present planned to listen to the rookie newcomer.

Not to mention the policemen who were transferred from various places, even the people from their main bureau just looked at him with a sneer. After being tricked by despicable bandits and losing half of their brothers, no one could see the culprit leave with a smile on his face.

There was a moment of hesitation on Zhang Jiaju's face, but he listened to the rampant laughter of the bandits in the distance, and then looked at the bombed room on the screen, he suddenly shook off the hesitation and said, "I am the on-site commander." ”

The on-site command has the power to make ad hoc decisions.

This is known to the audience at the beginning of the film.

At that time, Zhang Jiaju made a temporary decision to shoot and save people before the support arrived.

But now the audience is sitting on God's perspective, knowing that the mask gang is not a small role, and they are fully prepared to make every decision of the police within the plan. Zhang Jiaju is likely to suffer.

The audience could only watch Zhang Jiaju lead the team to chase down the shouting mask gang in the maze.

The mask bandits felt the pursuit behind them, and one by one they cried and called their mothers, and almost knelt on the ground and begged for mercy. However, this gesture made the police even more angry, how could they be teased by such miscellaneous things.

Like knives cutting through flesh, every time they flash through an intersection, they can lure away two or three angry policemen.

By the time the few remaining police officers realized something was wrong, it was too late.

The labyrinth corridor, which was originally harmless to humans and animals, suddenly had a lot of mechanisms. Some are locks that keep the team out; Some spew smoke that disturbs the view; In some cases, a gap suddenly appears in the moving wall, and the lone person is snatched away.

The last team also became fragmented.

Zhang Jiaju ran out of the smoke and called out to his young partner, but there was no response, and when he called out to other colleagues, no one answered.

The whole labyrinth was quiet, and he was the only one left.

Zhang Jiaju cautiously searched for an exit, and when he finally walked out of the maze, the sight in front of him made him barely able to hold the gun.

It's an abandoned factory, with a vast open space of empty space, surrounded by dusty mottled concrete walls and lined with rusty staircases leading to the upper floor. Looking at the picture, it is as if you can smell the smell of dust mixed with rust.

The sunlight shines in stingily through the small window, dispelling a little cold.

Through the sunlight, Zhang Jiaju saw that at the edge of the floor, there were more than a dozen delirious policemen kneeling.

It was the colleagues who disappeared one after another in the labyrinth.

Some of them are delirious and muttering meaninglessly; Some trembled and sobbed lowly, begging the bandits to spare him; Some of them had blood hanging from the corners of their mouths, and they were crumbling and fell into a coma; Some saw Zhang Jiaju in a trance, and angrily sent out a cry for help.

They fell to their knees in a row. Like a group of prisoners waiting to be executed.

Zhang Jiaju walked forward blankly, his eyes shattered, and he almost lost the strength to face reality. He couldn't figure it out, but for a while, how things had come to such a situation - half of the team was blown up and the other half was taken hostage alive. He doesn't understand.

"I've finally met you, Detective Zhang."

The red mask appeared from the stairs and greeted Zhang Jiaju briskly. There is no restraint and jealousy that bandits should have when they appear in front of the police.

Zhang Jiaju instantly put away all his sadness and vulnerability, an indomitable old policeman who was never allowed to show weakness to the enemy. He pointed his gun firmly at Red Mask: "Surrender, you are already surrounded." ”

Red Mask walks down the stairs, ignoring the danger of being shot. "Put the gun down." He nodded with his index finger and commanded.

Zhang Jiaju knew that putting down the gun in this situation was no different from automatically sending his life to the bandits. Therefore, the gun in his hand did not move a single cent.

Red Mask seemed to appreciate Zhang Jiaju's stubbornness, so he smiled and waved upstairs.

One of the masked accomplices saluted in a strange salute, then walked up behind the kneeling policeman and pointed a gun at the back of the head of one of them.

Zhang Jiaju had a bad premonition in his heart, and he was just about to say something.

"Bang!"

The masked bandits shot impatiently.

As the bullet jumped, a mass of something swayed out of the head of the executing officer.

Wu Yan remembered that his eldest brother told him that in the early days, the country executed death row prisoners, shooting at close range, and the bullet entered the back of the head and came out of the front brain, which could break half of the head. Because the process was too bloody and inhumane, other means of execution were later resorted to, such as lethal injection.

Although the film cuts down on authenticity for the sake of art, looking at the corpse with the skull intact on the screen, Wu Yan is still angry at the cruelty of the bandits.

The corpse fell limply to the ground, the sadness of its face frozen forever. The masked bandit kicked it, and the corpse smashed undignified on the ground seven or eight meters low.

There was a muffled thumping sound.

also smashed into Zhang Jiaju's heart.

Zhang Jiaju's steady hands holding guns couldn't help but tremble.

Red Mask's eyes were like torches, and he saw this detail, and then Zhang Jiaju said in a good time: "You have killed a hostage." Give you three seconds, and if you don't put down your gun, you'll kill the next one. Three ......"

Obviously he was brutally killed by the bandits, but he said that he was killed, Zhang Jiaju stared at the red mask, his eyes were split. The muzzle of his gun was aimed at Red Mask, a distance he could shoot if he wanted to. But...... But......

Zhang Jiaju glanced at the companions upstairs who were waiting for him to come to the rescue.

"Second ......" Red Mask slowly raised his hand.

Zhang Jiaju gritted his teeth and put away the gun, "Okay!" He shouted over the Red Mask countdown, "I'll put down my gun!" He put the gun on the ground and stood up with his hands raised.

"That's right." Red Mask nodded in satisfaction.

"Who the hell are you?" Although Zhang Jiaju has no gun, he is still a policeman, and his backing is the whole country. He intends to stall for time, to talk about it, to find flaws.

"We're just ordinary people, sir." Red Mask replied playfully.

"Modest, isn't it? In a few months, several major cases have been done one after another, if this is called ordinary, then the capital has long been chaotic. Zhang Jiaju laughed ruffianly, relaxed, but actually turned sideways little by little, trying to let the law enforcement camera on his chest record more data. In the past, the surveillance was too far away from Red Mask for anyone to photograph his face, but now, it was the closest moment to Red Mask.

"Why can't you be too wasteful?" Red Mask chuckled and said, "It's the first time I've committed a crime, and those Har's in the bureau didn't take it seriously. The second time he committed the crime, there was no movement, and the police couldn't find anything for two weeks and put it on hold. The third time you committed the crime, you only took it a little seriously, but because you were in the capital, there was an international conference to be held soon, so you didn't dare to impose martial law, you didn't dare to make great efforts to investigate, and everyone was pulled by the leaders to do something else...... It can be said that we have come to this point, and you police have really helped us a lot. ”

Ha'er, Sichuan-Chongqing dialect, meaning fool.

Zhang Jiaju took a deep breath and said with a smile: "It's all very good opinions." Is there anything like this? We can improve. ”

Red Mask also smiled: "Talk about it casually, any more will be fat." ”

Fat, the dialect of the magic capital, the meaning of slapping a swollen face and being fat.

The two spoke back and forth a few words, and the red mask was almost an accent, making people unrecognizable.

There are many high-ranking officials from all over the country in the audience, listening to the red mask and speaking with an accent, there is no slightest awkwardness, it is really like the locals are talking.

"Are you waiting for support from outside?" Red Mask asked Zhang Jiaju.

Zhang Jiaju was stunned for a moment and did not deny it, "You have discovered this." So are you going to run? ”

"There's no hurry." Red Mask shook his head, "The game isn't over yet, you and your colleagues are now my hostages. Come in, and you will kill your own brother, just as you did. Am I right, sir? The last sentence of the red mask was asked by the camera on Zhang Jiaju's chest.

All the police in the factory have been controlled, so naturally there is no need to restrict communications.

All the tricks were seen through, and Zhang Jiaju should have felt depressed, but when it came to the game, he had to think of his brothers who had died half. He didn't care about his situation anymore, and asked Red Mask directly: "In that game just now, you seem to have a hard time with [family]?" Do you have a family? What do they do to you? ”

The red mask was stunned, and his eyes moved from the law enforcement camera to Zhang Jiaju's face.

At this time, the camera was given to those masked bandits on the second floor. Their original crooked figures, after Zhang Jiaju asked this question, they all seemed to feel that something was wrong, and they became nervous.

Red Mask followed Zhang Jiaju for a moment, and suddenly slowly approached, "Do you want to know why I'm wearing a mask?" ”

Without waiting for Zhang Jiaju to answer, Red Mask continued to talk to himself: "I'll tell you a story." When I was younger, I scored 99 points in math, and when I got home, my mom was so happy that she made me chicken soup, my favorite soup. That night, my dad was scolded by his boss at the company, and he drank a lot before he came back, saw my test paper, and asked me why I didn't get 100 points, and there was only one point difference between 99 and 100 points, why the fuck couldn't I get 100 points. Then he pressed my face into the soup and said that I should make up for it. For a long time, the mask was my face. Of all the masks, I hated the red one because it most resembled my dad's drunken and angry look that night. That's why I'm wearing this. Because with it, I can't see it. ”

After the story was over, the red mask had already walked to Zhang Jiaju's side. He grabbed Zhang Jiaju's hair and asked, "Detective Zhang, how is your father treating you?" ”

Zhang Jiaju tilted his head, his gaze seemed to look through the mask, leading down the real face of the red mask.

After listening to Red Mask's self-report, the audience was creepy and at the same time, they were all a little silent.

Sighing for the rare true feelings and accusations of the bandits, and resentful for the father who created the monster, and shuddering at the red mask that has been completely distorted physically and mentally.

Red Mask recounts his childhood, his tone chillingly calm, and he even laughs when he speaks of something, but his eyes are like a black hole, like a whirlpool to another world, sucking out all his human warmth. As the story grows, Red Mask gradually transforms into a beast full of resentment.

Wu Yan knew that the eldest brother's acting skills had transcended the boundary between truth and falsehood, if he hadn't heard about the eldest brother's childhood from Sister Xiaoxiong, otherwise he would have thought that the eldest brother had a miserable life when he was a child. He remembered that when he met his eldest brother for the first time, his eldest brother was caught by Director Zhou, and in the small talk, he said that he was beaten by his father with a stick and fainted when he was young. At that time, Wu Yan still had a little sympathy, but now that he thinks about it, the purpose of the eldest brother's words at that time is likely to be the same as the story told by the red mask in the movie - just a tactic.

When the camera gave a panoramic picture just now, Wu Yan clearly noticed that the red mask stepped on the pistol that Zhang Jiaju had placed on the ground just now, and quietly moved to the rear. At the same time, the red mask dragged Zhang Jiaju's hair with one hand, and hung half-folded at his side with the other. He understands the eldest brother, it is a gesture of holding something in his hand.

Fortunately, the book that the eldest brother was holding at that time was not a knife...... Wu Yan sighed.

On the screen, the confrontation between Zhang Jiaju and Red Mask continues.

The red mask let go of Zhang Jiaju's hair, slowly took a few steps back, and walked around Zhang Jiaju.

"Do you think you're a good cop?" Red Mask asked.

"Yes." Zhang Jiaju answered with a clear conscience.

Red Mask continued to ask, "So, if I say that someone has committed a greater sin than me, will you arrest him?" ”

Zhang Jiaju thought for a while: "If it is found to be true, I will." ”

"Even if that person is a police officer?" Red Mask stopped.

"......" Zhang Jiaju stopped talking.

Red Mask held out and pointed to the second floor. Zhang Jiaju's heart tightened, thinking that another colleague was going to be mutilated. As a result, this time it was a blue-masked bandit with a computer in his hand, crackling and operating, and then some projections appeared on the wall behind the hostage policeman.

"Director Zhao of the capital, corruption. By the way, in the same position, five years ago his boss was found to be corrupt, and he personally arrested him. ”

With the words of the red mask, the projection screen on the wall showed the appearance of a middle-aged man in civilian clothes, and there were stacks of cash on the table in front of him, a considerable amount.

"Director Huang of X City, leaked the details of the operation to the underworld forces to cover up the crime."

The projection was changed to a video, which shows the director Huang in a well-decorated room, with two young girls with beautiful faces, giggling and removing his clothes.

"Deputy Director X, sexually assaulted, was only fined three glasses of wine after being reported, and was suspended for half a year. But after three months, he reinstated. Last October, he reoffended ......"

Every time the Red Mask tells the story of a person's crime, a number of pictures or photographs appear in the projection on the wall.

"It's too much." Red Mask didn't say anything, and let the projection continue to bring out the moths in the system one by one. He asked Zhang Jiaju: "There are obviously worse people in the police than us, but why do you never arrest them?" Have you ever counted how many people are really worthy of the profession of police? ”

Zhang Jiaju listened expressionlessly, people who have been in the police for many years will not simply be disturbed by some unverified things.

The camera cuts to some dimly lit command room.

Some middle-aged people in police uniforms sat at the conference table, looking at the screen on the wall, watching everything that was happening in the factory through the camera on Zhang's chest.

Listen to the reports on the wall in the distance. The group of middle-aged people bit their cigarettes and smoked violently, and the room was filled with smoke.

"Be careful to block the news and don't spread a word."

"Yes."

When the audience saw this, their emotions were once again manipulated by the director.

The original good guy seems to have a stain? And the unequivocal bad guys seem to be doing good deeds?

Wu Yan remembered that his eldest brother said that it is much more difficult for bad people to do good things than good people to do bad things. Good people do bad things, which is closer to the instinct of human nature. It doesn't need to go through elaborate and lengthy foreshadowing, sometimes as long as the temptation is just right, the good person can become the person who least wants to be, when the subconscious overcomes the conscious, a failed life begins; And the bad guy does good deeds, which is to fight against the life so far, from the back to the front, little by little to overthrow the solid value, once the ruminant life, it is the beginning of self-abuse.

Of course, the original words of the eldest brother are not like this, but it is almost the same meaning.

Going to the movies like this, the boundaries between good and bad people begin to blur, and a confrontation between good and evil suddenly begins to have depth. The group of police officers suddenly divided one side after another in three dimensions.

In the factory.

Red Mask seemed to know the urine of the distant leaders, so he looked at his companion on the second floor who was recording it all with a video camera. As he said in front of the surveillance screen before, he wants to record everything that happened today and show it to the police across the country.

"What I wanted to say and what I wanted to do, I was almost done. There seems to be no need to keep these hostages. Red Mask looked at the policemen kneeling in a row behind him.

"Don't!" Zhang Jiaju hurriedly stopped the subtext contained in Red Mask's words, "Let them go, I beg you to let them go." It doesn't matter what the other cops are, but these people, I promise, are good cops. ”

Red Mask tilted his head: "I used to be a good boy, but no one would let me go." ”

Zhang Jiaju knew that the other party was unwilling to let them go easily. "Why are you willing to let them go?" He asked.

"I heard about the pride of your police force, then ......" Red Mask's eyes flashed, and he pointed to the ground with his finger, "You kneel down first and let me see." ”

Zhang Jiaju slowly knelt on the ground.

Red Mask was still not satisfied, "Kowtow." ”

Zhang Jiaju clubbed his forehead to the ground. At this time, he has long lost the light of a detective. The uniform was already soaked with sweat, and the ashes were no longer neat and tidy, and the face was also smeared with dirty marks, and it was simply embarrassing.

The masked bandits laughed uncontrollably.

"I feel your sincerity." Red Mask thought for a moment and said, "I heard that you are the gun king of the police force, and you are the holder of all shooting records. It just so happens that I'm good at this, so let's shoot the target. ”

The audience suddenly became nervous.

At the beginning of the film, the two showed their powerful shooting abilities when they appeared on the stage, and they must have this duel as fate as if they were superior.

One is the [Gun King], and the other is not yet famous.

Zhang Jiaju's eyes lit up with a light called confidence.

And the mask bandits also grinned maliciously.

"Okay," Zhang Jiaju asked Red Mask, "how do you compare." ”

"I'll bet you two. If you win, I'll spare the lives of two of them. ”

Zhang Jiaju said: "I'll bet four with you!" ”

Red Mask shook his head, indicating that there would be other game items in a moment.

Zhang Jiaju agreed, but didn't know how the shooting competition would start. Confused, Red Mask pointed to the second floor. On the second floor, a female bandit in a purple mask walked out and sat next to a hostage policeman. Purple Mask took two balloons out of his pocket, blew them up to ten centimeters in size, tied them in a knot, and placed them on his shoulders and the shoulders of the hostage policeman. This means that these two balloons are the targets that Zhang Jiaju and Red Mask want to shoot.

"Aze, don't hit my earrings." The purple mask squeezed at the boss gracefully.

Zhang Jiaju was stunned. More than 95 per cent of the exchanges of fire between police officers and criminals occur between 8 and 10 metres, rarely exceeding 10 metres, beyond which it is difficult to hit the target. Pistol shooting training in the police force is usually only practiced at a target of 10 meters. When he reached 25 meters, he used a military pistol to shoot at the target, and 5 out of 8 guns were on target, and he was already a master.

And they are now at least twenty meters away from the "target" on the second floor, and it is extremely difficult to hit a small balloon. If you are not careful, the bullet will hit the body or head of the "target", or accidentally injure other kneeling police officers.

Red Mask didn't care about such a possibility.

He handed Zhang Jiaju a pistol seized from the hostage police. In order to show fairness, they will use the same gun when they play.

"You start first." The red mask let Zhang Jiaju start first.

Zhang Jiaju seems to know that no amount of protest will be in vain. He could only try his best to adjust his condition and save his brother.

Zhang Jiaju raised his gun and aimed it at the brother who knelt down on the second floor.

The red mask on the side looked at him with his hands folded.

The masked bandits took the time to enjoy the game.

Purple Mask looked at his lover with adoring eyes.

Several conscious and sober hostage policemen, with hope in their eyes, vomited blood while praying for Zhang Jiaju's victory.

The middle-aged people in the conference room waited silently in the smoke for the outcome of the game.

These people are all the witnesses to this game.

The picture switches back and forth, the editing is very broken, and the speed is getting faster and faster, just like Zhang Jiaju's accelerating heartbeat at this time.

"Bang!"

Zhang Jiaju shot.

The bullet flew to the second floor and rushed towards the balloon. Pity.

The bullet was thirty centimeters away from the balloon, and the thud left a hole in the wall behind it.

The balloon around the neck of the hostage policeman, intact.

Zhang Jiaju gasped, as if the shot just now had consumed all his strength. However, the results did not satisfy him.

He was reflecting on the mistakes and details of the shot just now, when the red mask on the side came over, took the gun in his hand, raised the gun, aimed, adjusted his breathing, and fired, all in one go.

"Bang!" "Poof."

The balloon on Purple Mask's shoulder exploded.

It was Red Mask who won.

The bandits cheered and shouted, "What [King of Guns], at this level? "If he is the king of guns, the boss is the [king of guns]!" ”

Purple Mask was not surprised by the result, and when he stood up, he happily threw a kiss at Red Mask.

Zhang Jiaju was defeated, and the ending was two hostages who were executed on the spot.

"Don't!" Zhang Jiaju shouted in vain. There was no gun in hand at this time. His shouts were unintimidating.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two shots.

The two bodies fell to the ground.

Zhang Jiaju fell to his knees in pain, his mouth open, and he couldn't shout a syllable like a speechless. Saliva dripped out unconsciously, making his whole person even more embarrassed.

And the red mask stood beside him, condescendingly watching Zhang Jiaju wail like a lost dog. After taking a deep breath, the excitement of defeating a strong enemy quickly faded and calmed back.

"Still playing?" Red Mask asked Zhang Jiaju.

"Play!" Zhang Jiaju wiped his saliva and tears, and stood up with red eyes.

"Play something else this time." Red Mask said, "I heard that you are still the combat coach of the Beijing Police Force?" ”

It's going to be better than martial arts.

"The one whose back falls to the ground first loses. Bet on four this time. Red Mask said.

Zhang Jiaju agreed.

This time it's no longer Red Mask fighting.

"I'm coming!" The green mask stood up and jumped to the ground from a height of seven or eight meters with a few clicks.

Red Mask shouted "Start", and Zhang Jiaju and Green Mask fought. Zhang Jiaju is worthy of the name of the head coach, with concise moves, experienced experience, and the style of a general with one punch and one kick. The Green Mask is young, full of physical energy, big and powerful, strong in resistance to blows, and good at falling. For a while, the two were evenly matched.

The audience watched this fight scene and slowly felt that it was different from the action movies they had seen before.

Usually, everyone is used to watching action movies in which the pros and cons are proficient in a certain kind of boxing, and suddenly seeing this kind of "simple" fighting scene, I think it's quite fresh.

In the Chuanwu action movie, everyone fights very well, with a rhythm like dancing with one punch and one kick, you punch a punch, I block it, I kick it out, you dodge. All the punches and kicks that hit people seem to be just tickling, and one move to defeat the enemy exists between the minions.

In front of him, Green Mask and Zhang Jiaju each have their own set of rhythms, and the frequency of offensive and defensive conversion is extremely high, and occasionally there are two people attacking at the same time, or defending at the same time. Those punches on the face and body will make people gnash their teeth, make people trance, and make people angry, thus increasing the force of the punch and changing the rhythm.

The audience watched with blood pumping, as if they were watching a real fight.

Wu Yan knows that this is likely to be one of the changes that the eldest brother has brought to the movie.

Fights don't last long, and the timing of victory and defeat is often instantaneous.

Green Mask punched twice with his chin, and the mask was crooked, blocking his vision. Zhang Jiaju's fist hesitated for a moment, thinking about whether to continue to chase after the victory, or take the opportunity to take off the mask and let the other party's true face be photographed by the camera. Just as he was hesitating, Green Mask rushed straight over, completed a set of actions with his eyes closed, and threw Zhang Jiaju hard.

Zhang Jiaju was thrown on the concrete floor, as if a drop of water was broken on the ground, he moaned and writhed slowly, and he no longer had any strength.

Amid the cheers of the masks, the red mask looked down at Zhang Jiaju: "You lost again." ”

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Four gunshots. Four bodies fell to the ground.

Zhang Jiaju was lying on the ground, his face buried in his arms, and his shoulders trembling slightly. I don't know if it's because the pain hasn't eased, or because I'm sad because I lost four more brothers.

"And one last game, bet eight, all the hostages' lives. Come on, Detective Zhang, if you lose, you won't be able to save anyone. Red Mask said.

This sentence reminded Zhang Jiaju that it was not time to give up. He slowly got up. His face and body were already covered with dust.

"Than what!" Zhang Jiaju seems to be about to give up everything.

Red Mask snapped his fingers upstairs.

Blue Mask, who was in charge of computer technology, saluted, then tinkered, and the report was complete.

Zhang Jiaju didn't know what they were doing.

Red Mask explained: "Just blocking the signal of this place. Worry about the person on your camera hearing the rules and helping you cheat. ”

Zhang Jiaju didn't understand.

Red Mask said the rules of the last game: "Now outside this factory, your support is ready to come in." I heard that you are also a master negotiator. Well, in the next few minutes, you can try to save your brothers' lives with a mouth. ”

With that, Red Mask said this, and the other masked bandits began to change the clothes of the remaining hostage cops, tying ropes around their bodies and strapping their guns to their wrists. Finally, they were given masks of different colors.

Zhang Jiaju understood the content of the game, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

The audience also understood. The masked bandits dressed up the hostage policemen as bandits, and when the reinforcements came in, they saw eight suspicious characters with guns in their hands and masks, and they definitely greeted them with a shuttle of bullets.

"It's up to you how many of them survive next." Red Mask patted Zhang Jiaju on the shoulder, and then left the passage.

Zhang Jiaju couldn't care about leaving the bandits behind. He clutched his aching body and staggered to the second floor, ready to take off his brothers' masks and take off their guns before they could help in.

However, he was only halfway up when the support behind him came out of the maze. One by one, the well-trained special police officers quickly pinpointed the "enemy" and became vigilant.

Zhang Jiaju was about to shout loudly to stop them, when suddenly, a recording left by the bandits came out of the stereo: "I want to play a game with you. 】

Zhang Jiaju's voice couldn't be heard for a meter in the recording that resounded through the factory. All he could do was wave his hands and tell the SWAT officers not to shoot.

However, the next sentence of the recording made Zhang Jiaju stunned.

[Let's compare guns.] I kill Zhang Jiaju, you kill us. See if your bullets are fast or mine. 】

In such words, Zhang Jiaju's waving hands don't look like saying "don't shoot", but saying, "I'm here, save me." ”

The SWAT officers nervously hid behind cover amid the roaring recordings, aiming their guns at the "bandits" on the second floor.

Zhang Jiaju turned around in a daze and looked at the hostage police not far in front of him.

He clearly saw that the half-awake young policeman with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, wearing a red mask, was his partner, his girlfriend's younger brother, his future brother-in-law......

"Brother Jiaju......" The young partner was half-asleep, it seemed that there was a lot of pain in his body, or everything that happened today made the young man feel that he was afraid, he weakly opened his tearful eyes, looked at Zhang Jiaju helplessly, and murmured: "Brother-in-law......"

In Zhang Jiaju's eyes, the world at this moment seems to have lost its voice.

【Bang!】 【Bang! 【Bang! 】

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

A pre-recorded gunshot could be heard from the stereo.

SWAT officers also shot the eight "masked bandits".

Eight masked bandits were shot, shaken, and fell to the ground.

Zhang Jiaju's wail was in the sound of gunfire, and no one cared......

……

The camera came to the outside of the factory.

"The gangsters have been subdued." The on-site commander held the walkie-talkie and listened for a while, and then happily turned around and announced to everyone.

The police officers around him secretly celebrated.

However, just as everyone was relaxing, a violent explosion suddenly occurred in the factory, and the huge factory collapsed.

Dust kicked up tens of meters high.

The scene was a mess.

"Someone is hurt here!"

"Doctor! Call an ambulance! ”

"Help!"

People shouted.

In the confusion, four doctors, a nurse found a seriously injured policeman and carried him on a stretcher into an ambulance.

The seriously injured policeman was in a daze and knew that it was these five paramedics who had rescued him. He thanked them: "Thank you, thank you, doctor." ”

The ambulance was activated, and at an even speed, it drove unhurriedly outside the blockade.

The doctor, who was sitting next to him, heard the thank you of the seriously injured policeman, he smiled, bowed his head and said:

"No thanks. That's what we have to do. ”

The seriously injured policeman nodded lightly, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

What he didn't see was that the doctor who was talking to him, the eyes above the mask were so cold that there was no trace of temperature.