Under normal circumstances, when the gun trigger is pulled, the firing pin inside will quickly hit the primer.
The primer made of fulminate of mercury will ignite the propellant in the cartridge case. The high temperature and hot combustion gas inside the gun will reach 3000 degrees in an instant, and the chamber pressure of 300Mpa will push the bullet to move at high speed.
This is how a handgun works.
At the same time all thermal weapons require combustion and explosion.
However, there is no oxygen in the air now, and all thermal weapons have stopped working at the moment of suffocation.
"Their weapons really don't work!"
The gangsters outside shouted that without the threat of guns, they became even crazier.
"Walk."
Fu Yizhi said something in Fu Anan's ear.
Fu Anan quickly stood up and followed Fu Yizhi.
With the help of the residential buildings behind them, the two men quickly climbed over the wall of the police station.
Looking at the two-meter-high wall, Fu Anan leaned over and finally understood why Fu Yizhi trained his climbing skills.
After the two of them went around to the police station, all the police officers' attention was focused on the main entrance. Fu Yizi used wire to open the door, and the two of them slipped in quietly.
The police station has six floors in total.
To ensure that the air compressors would not be lost, they were placed directly next to the director's office.
Fu Anan and Fu Yizhi searched for a long time and only understood the situation after hearing the conversation between two police officers outside.
The two looked at each other and quickly went upstairs.
It was next to the director’s office, so we found it quickly.
Five air compressors were quietly placed in a row, and Fu Anan took one away.
Although it was not particularly large, it took up Fu Anan's entire space.
Just as the two came out and were about to leave, they suddenly heard noise in the corridor.
A middle-aged man's voice came, "It can't hold out outside, take the compressor and leave here!"
Fu Anan's expression froze.
Before he could react, Fu Yizhi pulled him into another room.
Fu Anan's breathing paused when he entered the room.
Mr. Fu is very rich, but his luck is no different from athlete's foot.
Are you still a big shot if you can just open a door and break into the director's office
Fu Anan looked at the police chief who was sitting with his back to them and took a deep breath.
Fu Anan, who couldn't leave, looked at the director with sweat on his forehead due to nervousness.
As long as he shouted, those people would rush in.
Fu Anan stood there quietly for about ten seconds, but found something wrong.
Why is the director still sitting here motionless despite the situation outside
Fu Anan frowned suspiciously, feeling something was odd.
Before Fu Anan could notice, Fu Yizhi had already walked in front of the director.
"He is dead indeed."
What
Fu Anan walked up quickly.
The body was covered with corpse spots and it seemed that the director had been dead for many days.
The voice outside started again, echoing angrily on the sixth floor.
“There’s one compressor missing
Are you all gluttons
There will be one less person guarding!
Go find it now!"
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They are coming in!
Fu Anan looked around nervously. The office was very small and there was no place to hide.
"Fu Anan, come here."
Fu Yizhi stood by the window and pointed, "Step on it."
What
This is the sixth floor!
Fu Anan asked with some resistance: "Brother Fu, do you have any other choice?"
Fu Yizhi: "... You can also choose to die."
Too heartless and cold.
Fu Anan took a deep breath, and in order not to die, he stepped forward.
My legs are weak at this moment.
"I'll lift you up and hold on to the roof." Fu Yizhi said quickly.
Fu Anan was outside and before she could hear clearly, she felt Fu Yizhi grabbing her ankle.
Then exert force.
Fu Anan instantly flew into the air, and when he was about to fall out, he grabbed the edge of the roof.
(End of this chapter)