The town's security team has just gotten the news.

It didn't say that it must be coming this way, because there are two branches on this road, both of which may become the direction of Zhou Ziming's escape, depending on what kind of car he stopped at that time.

So, it's just possible to be suspicious.

But this case is a very important matter, and it is an order issued by the Supreme Bureau, and they dare not slack off in the slightest.

The driver took the newspaper and realized that they were looking for the fugitive with a reward of 1,000 yuan.

This man has fled in this direction?

The driver frowned and carefully recognized the black and white photo, and finally said to the conductor, "Xiao Zhou, look at it."

He was driving in front, and the person who got out of the car was wearing a mask and a hat, which was really unrecognizable.

The conductor took the newspaper and looked at the eyes carefully, his face slowly turning white.

"These eyes, like, seem to be a little bit like."

She didn't see the face either, but the eyes did look a little similar.

The conductor quickly told him about the man wearing a hat and a mask.

"He took the letter of referral to the doctor, shaved his head, as if he was very sick, I, I didn't think about it."

No wonder he was so excited when he was about to get out of the car, it turned out that he was a murderer.

Thinking that he had been chatting with him before, the conductor felt a chill in his back.

The vigilante quickly asked, "Which way are you going?"

"That village over there, he said he was going to find an ox cart."

The figure suspected of Zhou Ziming appeared, and the town office hurriedly called to report to the above, and at the same time arranged for personnel to pursue Zhou Ziming in the direction of escape.

The men went into the village to investigate, and when they heard that no strangers had entered the village, they dispersed, and in groups of two, they began to search the surrounding roads and mountains.

The police force in the town is limited, and there are no police dogs available, so they can only rely on manpower, which is inefficient.

It wasn't until half an hour later that several police cars arrived, five police dogs and more than a dozen SWAT officers joined the search team, and Zhou Ziming was soon found wearing a disguised mask in a mountain.

Not long after the people from the task force arrived, Ye Hao also came over on a motorcycle.

took off the helmet, looked at the mountains and forests not far away, and listened to the occasional dog barking, the corners of Ye Hao's mouth hooked slightly.

Zhou Ziming, this time, it is difficult for you to fly.

Ye Hao parked the car, and Man Pan came over.

"Young Master, do you need our people to go up?"

Ye Hao: "No need, let's rest."

Don't underestimate the strength of other people's regular army.

Man Pan nodded, and said to Ye Hao again, "The town secretary wants to invite you to the office to rest and drink tea."

Ye Hao turned his head to look, and sure enough, he saw a middle-aged man standing a few steps away, smiling very warmly at him.

Ye Hao also smiled, "Okay."

Anyway, it's waiting for news, and it's better to sit than to stand.

Ye Hao agreed to go to the town office to take a break, and several town leaders were happy as if they were celebrating the New Year, thinking that they would wait to hand over a plan or something, there is a state-owned flour mill in the town, and I don't know if people need it in this regard.

After a while, Ye Hao was leisurely drinking tea in the town office.

And on the highest mountain not far from the town, Zhou Ziming was standing on the edge of the cliff, and he was throwing the backpack in his hand to the bottom of the cliff.

Now he is no longer suitable for carrying things with him, he is too tired.

After the backpack was thrown down, Zhou Ziming only had two steamed buns and the dagger in his hand.

He nibbled on the steamed bun in his hand as he continued to move forward.

The barking of dogs in the distance seemed to be closer, and looking at the sky that was getting darker overhead, he kept cheering himself up inwardly.

Hold on, hold on, it's going to get dark soon, and then everything will be delayed, and all action will be thwarted.

He had a chance to escape, and he certainly had a chance to escape.

In a hurry, the steamed bun didn't swallow, and Zhou Ziming coughed.

He threw away the steamed bun in his hand, leaving only the dagger in his hand.

Over a hill, Zhou Ziming wanted to leave from the ravine halfway up the mountain, but he heard a dog barking below, and he was outflanked.

There was no way back before and after, so Zhou Ziming had no choice but to march towards a hill on the left.

The constant climbing caused his physical strength to be quickly consumed, and Zhou Ziming soon felt that the feet were not his own, and he could only rely on instinct to climb forward.

Yes, he can't stop.

The consequences of stopping were well known to him.

Killing pays for life, he will eat guns.

That's right, that Hu Chuan was killed by him, not Cui Gui.

Cui Gui didn't kill at that time, Hu Chuan still had a breath, and when he went back to deal with the "corpse", the man was holding his head and wanted to run, but Zhou Ziming completely smashed his head with a stone.

As long as Cui Gui is arrested and cooperates with the autopsy, the truth of Hu Chuan's death will be revealed immediately.

So he can't stop, and now he's fighting for his life.

If you hold on any longer, it will soon be dark, and when you will not be able to reach out in the woods, those people's movements will be hindered, and they may even be suspended.

Yes, persevere, he can escape, he can definitely escape, God will not let himself die like this, absolutely not!

The sweat on Zhou Ziming's forehead flowed down his hair and cheeks like rain, and his vision was blurred, he didn't know whether it was dark or sweat soaked his eyes, and there was already a black afterimage everywhere he looked.

Coming to the foot of a big tree, Zhou Ziming took a few breaths, wanting to see the situation behind him, but found that not only could he not see clearly, but he couldn't hear anything in his ears except for his own breathing and heartbeat.

What's going on, are you too tired?

Zhou Ziming shook his head and continued to move forward.

He didn't know how far away those people were, but he knew he couldn't stop at this point.

The instinct to survive constantly stimulates the potential in his body, and his limits are constantly magnified and stretched.

But man is driven by flesh and blood, and when he can't see things and can't hear outside sounds, his physical strength has been exhausted.

The end of the limit is the loss of consciousness, although Zhou Ziming has been warning himself not to have that situation, he still fell into a semi-comatose state.

In this state, he quickly stumbled and rolled down the hill.

The feeling of weightlessness made Zhou Ziming's mind a little clearer, but it was just to keep his consciousness from dissipating.

At this time, Zhou Ziming couldn't even scream.

He didn't know how high, how far it was, and how dangerous it was to fall.

All he knew was that the constant tumbling and impact had caused his head, face, and various parts of his body to feel a heart-piercing pain.

That kind of pain made his legs finally feel conscious.

He felt the pain, physically, spiritually.

He knew very well that he couldn't escape this time.