"What the hell!!"

The sirs, who have received scientific education since childhood and have experienced layers of selection, saw the hideous dead head of Issey Miyake Isaku suspended in the air, and instantly panicked, and the guns pinned to their waists were directly reduced to burning sticks, and they didn't even look at them, and they scattered as birds and beasts.

Thanks to Jin McGee and Meng Fan, they didn't count on them in the first place, otherwise, they would have to fall into endless despair.

"Let's go to the police armory to get a gun first, since this guy has come out with him, then let's take advantage of the sun before it sets, and wipe it out in one go!"

Looking at the small pistol with only two bullets left in his hand, Meng Fan couldn't help but propose.

"Okay." Kim McGee nodded heavily.

On the way out of the ghost world, the two of them were really fed up with the weak power of a little three-eight, especially the advantages brought by shotguns and submachine guns.

Now.

The dead head has temporarily given up chasing the two of them, and has instead eaten and bitten the others, as if he wants to fill the body that was born early and was badly injured and lost.

This is the opportunity to discuss countermeasures!

"You two, give me a hand."

Almost at the same time, Director Ashin, who was lucky enough to pick up a life, sat paralyzed on the ground, unable to get up, for fear that the dead man's head would come back, so he could only call for help.

Seeing this, Kim McKee was helpless and stepped forward to help.

The gold medal partner who accompanied him from birth to death did so, and Meng Fan had to accompany him.

Since the two of them had no time to waste, they directly carried the frightened director into the gun hanger, and then closed the door and iron windows.

"Wait a minute, my leg is healed, let's go ......"

Meng Fan ignored the shouts behind him.

And Kim McGee shook his head, with a wry smile on his face, how could he bring Director Ashin with him at such a life-and-death moment, even if he insisted that he was not afraid.

"Let's go."

Meng Fan pressed the last bullet into the magazine.

After some resupply, they re-opened their shotguns, and Kim McKee carried two shotguns behind him, a peachwood sword in his left hand and a miniature submachine gun in his right.

As the leading elder brother, Meng Fan's firepower was even more fierce, and in the corner of the police armory, he found two fragmentation grenades that were some years old, and directly pocketed them all.

Since the archives and the police armory were on the basement floor, there were not many rooms, and the search was completed quickly.

Jin McKee, who found nothing, asked, "Brother Fan, there are so many rooms in the police station building, where can we find the dead man's head?" ”

"Layer by layer, one by one."

To be honest, Meng Fan couldn't think of any good way, so he could only fight steadily.

However, along the way, every time he entered a room, he first smashed all the windows on the side of the hallway to let in the sunlight.

The rooms on the other side, which were also curtained, were left to Kim McGee to dispose of with a shotgun.

Of course, before pulling the trigger, Meng Fan would formulaically remind the people inside to squat down immediately.

The speed was not fast at first, but seeing that the sun was getting lower and lower, the two couldn't help but increase their efficiency.

At around five o'clock, both the first and second floors were cleared of danger.

"There is only the third floor left, where there are two toilets, an intelligence section activity area, a small conference room, and the director's office in the center."

At the top of the stairs, Kim McGee refilled his shotgun with a solemn expression.

"In another half an hour at most, the sun won't work, let's hurry up and split up."

"You touch from both sides, and smash the toilet window open to let in as much sunlight as possible."

After giving the order, Meng Fan rushed forward alone, and Jin McKee, who was left behind, did not pause at all, and immediately turned around and ran to the side.

At this point, they and the dead man's head of Issey Miyake must be thrown into the street!

Otherwise, when the yin qi is strong at night, and one's own vision is restricted, but the other party can move freely, the situation will be completely reversed.

With this sense of urgency, Meng Fan cautiously went into the toilet and checked the cubicles one by one with a gun.

Tick!

In the extremely quiet environment, the sound of the faucet leaking was particularly terrifying, and Meng Fan's fingers were tightly attached to the trigger, almost pulling it.

The dead man's head is not here, though.

When he smashed the opaque window and felt the afterglow fall on his body, Meng Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

Unfortunately, he could only enjoy this momentary sense of security, and he wiped his sweaty hands on his clothes and continued to move towards the middle office area.

The other side.

Kim McGee also finished checking the toilet.

The two looked at each other head-on, but did not say hello, just nodded, broke the glass, and stood in the sunlight of the hallway, carefully observing the room closest to each other.

Intelligence Section.

The curtains were closed, and most of the area was extremely dim, so Meng Fan's vigilance was the highest, and he did not rush in, but examined it more carefully.

Suddenly, he noticed that the curtains shook and something seemed to be pulling at the bottom.

"Who?"

"Shoot without speaking!"

In fact, Meng Fan was not joking, he had already aimed the submachine gun at the place where the abnormality occurred.

"Brother, don't shoot, your own people."

A familiar voice came.

It's Jin Tsai.

When reporting in the director's office in the morning, he suspected that he and Wen Zai were also time-travelers, because they hadn't watched "Fierce Ghost Mission", so they were not sensitive to the plot at all.

"Okay, you stand up first and walk where the sun can reach."

Suppressing the other thoughts in his mind, Meng Fan said in a commanding tone.

"Brother...... We come from a place, why bother fellow villagers...... The dead man's head wasn't here at all, it went to the director's office next door. ”

His voice trembled, and he refused to stand up at all.

"Where's Wen Tsai? He seems to be our fellow countryman too. ”

Meng Fan's face was as usual, his eyes wandered around the other corners of the room, and at the same time silently took out a grenade.

"I'm here."

Another trembling voice rang out.

Meng Fan, who originally wanted to do it directly, moved in his heart, and suddenly asked: "Fellow, have you two heard of Jacky Cheung?" ”

"No, why did my brother ask that."

"What about Andy Lau?"

"Nope."

"Where's Uncle Nine?"

“……”

The two people in the room seemed to realize that something was wrong, and after a moment of silence, they hurriedly said: "I know Uncle Nine, I know Uncle Nine." ”

"Uncle Nine is famous, who doesn't know it, hehe."

"What's his name?"

"Nine...... Nine ......"

I couldn't give a name for a long time.

After a quick trial, Meng Fan was sure that these two guys had been bitten, and they were very strange traversers, as if they had forgotten all the well-known actors on Hong Kong Island.

"Goodbye."

"Uncle Jiu's name is Lin Zhengying."

Before the words could be spoken, a fragmentation grenade was thrown in.

Real men never look back at explosions.

Meng Fan immediately fell to the ground and rolled to the other side.

Bang!

Suddenly, the roar resounded in the sky, and the entire police station building shook, and Kim McKee, who had just gone out, was so frightened that he almost went off.

"Ahhh

"It's hot!"

In the intelligence section's studio, two wails disappeared in a flash.

He didn't die on the spot when he received a grenade in the front, and he shouted that it was hot, and it was clearly the sunlight that burned him to death through the shattered window.

So far, only the director's office has not been searched.