Yang Mei trembled like a prey being targeted by a beast, and took a half step back. Immediately afterwards, the man in black supported the corridor railing with one hand and jumped down. The eagle grabbed a chicken and pressed her neck, "Bang!" He slammed her against the wall!
"..." Yang Mei didn't even have time to call for help, she didn't even make a sound. She clasped the man's arm with both hands, but it was in vain. She only felt that her body was being lifted up against the wall inch by inch, even her toes were almost off the ground, and her whole body weight was hanging on the fierce man who was holding her throat. on hand.
The terrifying suffocation made her face red in a few seconds, from red to blue, from blue to purple.
Brother Jiang... she thought vaguely.
I'm sorry, I may... may be...
This last thought gradually became blurred, and just before she completely fell into the abyss, suddenly—
"who?!"
The man turned back suddenly, but it was too late. His neck was pinched from the back by a tight muscled elbow, and it was a terrifying force that was enough to break the throat bone. The force even caused him and the visitor to fall heavily to the ground!
"Cough cough cough cough cough!!..."
Yang Mei knelt on the ground and coughed frantically, fresh air poured into the air pipe from the injured throat bone, and she almost spit out her lungs with a straight cough. After coughing for more than a minute, she struggled to raise her head, wiped the tears from her face with both hands, looked up, and exclaimed, "Yan Yan!"
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negative layer.
Qi Sihao was pushed by the black-clothed man who beat him just now, stumbled through a corridor, and saw a bright light in front of him—it was the underground wine cellar of a nightclub. Rows of wooden barrels and wine racks were placed against the wall, with an open space in the middle, and a chair was placed at the top of the open space.
"You..." Qi Sihao seemed to recognize who the young man sitting on the chair was smoking, and couldn't help trembling: "You are..."
Ajie put his right foot on his left knee, and said indifferently in the curl of cigarettes: "Do you know who I am?"
Although I don't know, I have seen it and even caught it.
Qi Sihao trembled even more, and even the naked eye could clearly see the frequency of tremors in his calf under his trousers—that was when he was still in the anti-drug detachment, under the dazzling, mythical young and promising Jiang Ting. When he was running errands with a dead salary, in an anti-drug operation to the dock, the special police in front surrounded a highly suspicious bulletproof luxury car with guns, and then grabbed the young man in front of him from the back seat of the car.
At that time, he was younger and more arrogant. Facing the muzzle of more than a dozen black submachine guns, he stood there with a smile and raised his hand in the wind, looking at every SWAT policeman on the scene with malicious intent, as if he wanted to remember their faces. Like in the mind. The commander of the SWAT team was stared at by his gloomy eyes very uncomfortable. He reported to the command car through the walkie-talkie to catch a suspect. At that time, Qi Sihao clearly heard Jiang Ting's cold voice from the walkie-talkie:
"Why didn't you kill him?"
"What?" The SWAT team leader thought he didn't hear clearly, and repeated in a serious tone: "Report to the command car, one of the suspects has surrendered, he has surrendered! Please instruct."
There was silence in the channel for a long time, and then Jiang Ting said, "Come back with the handcuffs."
After the operation, the young man was handcuffed and escorted into the police car. He suddenly turned his head, and the eagle's sharp eyes were fixed on Jiang Ting. This kind of look made everyone who saw it feel uncomfortable. The SWAT was about to reprimand, but he suddenly said, "I heard that you want to kill me?"
No one knew how he recognized the commander-in-chief from so many police officers at a glance, or maybe it was because Jiang Ting wore a dark blue uniform with the highest rank on his shoulders.
Jiang Ting's face that had never seen a trace of expression turned around and stared at him without any emotion, no different from looking at a thief, robber or client. Under this kind of condescending gaze, the young man suddenly laughed in a twisted manner, stretched out his head and said a word to Jiang Ting's ear.
At that time, Qi Sihao was standing far away and couldn't hear what he was saying. Judging from his mouth, it should have been a swear word, but the surrounding SWAT police reacted greatly, and several people scolded him sharply at the same time and pulled him back.
Jiang Ting was quite calm, moved his wrists and asked, "Do you want to say it again?"
The young man was still smiling like that, slowing down and repeating slowly, before he finished speaking, "Crack!" With a loud sound, half of his body was slapped by Jiang Zing!
Jiang Ting's hand strength is definitely not a joke. When the young man stood up with a gasp, blood was clearly overflowing from the corner of his mouth.
"Say it again," Jiang Ting said clearly.
Qi Sihao was sure that the young man was ill. He seemed to be suddenly aroused by some kind of great interest, and even scolded the swear word again.
Snapped! !
The slap was so loud that people even looked at him from afar.
Jiang Ting said, "Say it again."
"..." The young man gasped and straightened up again.
This time, blood was splattered between his teeth, which made the white teeth even more terrifying, and there was an illusion like eating blood and eating flesh. The paradoxical scene made the surrounding special police feel a little chilly, and when someone was about to step forward to stop him, they saw him leaning over Jiang Ting's ear, his blood-stained teeth gently opening and closing, and his tone was actually gentle: "Why are you so cruel? What? You knew that I would be released, and the days ahead are still long, don't you?"
Jiang Ting said, "Yes."
And then he just stood still, slapped the young man with a slap in the face, and slammed the young man into the police car door!
"The next time I see him at the scene, I don't need to warn him, and I will kill him without waiting for resistance." Jiang Ting took out a disinfectant tissue from the car, wiped his hands slowly, and said, "The responsibility is mine."
He turned and walked into the distance, while the young man was escorted by the SWAT and rudely pushed into the police car.
—You knew that I would be released.
At that time, Qi Sihao, like everyone at the scene, thought it was just ridiculous arrogance, but not long after, when he was sorting out the case file, he found that this person was really released on bail due to insufficient evidence, and he was released after he could not be convicted.
When he learned this, Qi Sihao stayed in the office for a long time. After the shock, surprise, disbelief and other emotions subsided, an impressive picture accompanied by fear slowly emerged from the bottom of his heart—
It was when the police car that escorted the suspect drove away that day, the young man stared at the leader of the detachment Jiang with his back to him through the rear window of the car. The police car drove farther and farther, but his viper-spitting gaze seemed to stay where he was, as if it foreshadowed some kind of misfortune in the future, making everyone who noticed it shuddered.
—You knew that I would be released.
Then he was released, smoking a cigarette leisurely at this moment, and appeared in front of Qi Sihao.
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Ajie flicked the ash, and his tone was slightly calm, but Qi Sihao shuddered again as if electrified: "Do you know why you are here?"
"No, no... no..."
"Calm down, stand up straight, you are also a squad leader anyway."
"I don't know, it's all their envoys, it's really them." Qi Sihao regretted that his bowels were blue, and kept repeating: "I just signed it, I was confused for a while, I was confused for a while, I can do it. Get the money back and give it back to you—"
"Money," Applejack laughed, "money is the least valuable thing in the world."
Qi Sihao was at a loss, if he hadn't been held hostage by the killer, he would have fallen to the ground in the next moment.
"You could have had as much money as you wanted - if you hadn't sold this thing."
Applejack raised his hand, took out a photo from his trouser pocket, and threw it forward. The photo swirls to the ground, Qi Sihao lowered his head and looked down, only to see a packet of blue powder, wrapped in a transparent sealed bag, and written in a faded pen on the yellowed label in the lower right corner. Author: Group C, nine boxes of 7704.
What's this
Indeed, as Qi Sihao said, he is only responsible for signing. The actual operation is to take things out of the box, pass them out, develop offline, and sell them to various channels... These have nothing to do with him, and it is normal to not recognize them.
"Do you know what this is?" Ajie slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and teasing appeared in his eyes: "This may be your prosperity and wealth for the rest of your life, or it may be your life-threatening charm."
At this moment, the sound of the secret door opening and closing came from the depths of the wine cellar, and then the previous foreman mother Sang hurried over: "Brother Jie!"
As soon as Applejack looked up, the foreman whispered a few words in his ear.
Qi Sihao was in extreme panic and couldn't hear what she was talking about, but then he saw Ajie's face changed slightly: "What?"
The foreman nodded in horror.
"... This life is really tough." Ajie said softly, not knowing who he was talking about, then got up and strode towards the exit, passing by Qi Sihao and instructing: "Look at him, don't let him run away. "
The killer understood and nodded.
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Fire exits.
"Giggle..."
The man in black lay flat on the ground, desperately grabbing Yan Yan's arm, and pinching his fingers into his muscles. A few bloodstains slowly flowed down Yan Yanqiu's elbow, and converged along the forearm on the jutting wrist.
But this pain didn't change Yan Yan's expression. He knelt on one knee and half on the ground, staring at the man in black. The fish flicked violently a few times, and then suddenly softened, and there was no movement.
In the narrow corridor, the air was as stiff as freezing, and Yang Mei tightly blocked her mouth.
"Hu... Hu..." Until it was confirmed that the killer was out of breath, Yan Yan slowly released the hand from the black-clothed man's neck and stood up panting.
"Yan, Yanyan Yanxuan, you you you..."
Yan Yan made a stern gesture of silence to stop Yang Mei's trembling shouting, and immediately pointed upstairs: "Come on."
"Then, what do you do? Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang he... "
"Let's go!" Yan Yan almost scolded her in a low voice, rudely pulled her up by the arm, pushed her and walked up the stairs for several steps involuntarily: "Don't be long-winded, go out and wait at the back door for the car, If we don't come out in ten minutes, don't worry about it, just go by yourself!"
Yang Mei almost blurted out that she couldn't, but then, her eyes crossed Yan Yan and settled on a scene not far away, her teeth chattering uncontrollably.
"—go what?"
A sinister voice sounded, it turned out to be a smile, like a hungry beast finally smelling the scent of an unarmed human:
"I don't think I need to go, just stay."
Yan Yan suddenly turned around.
A thin and fierce figure appeared at the end of the corridor, and then the figure turned around, revealing Ajie's cold and rebellious face. At that moment, Yan Yan's shoulder and neck muscles were obviously tensed, and their eyes collided in the air. Ajie smiled slowly, word by word: "I said that when we meet again, it will be your death."
Yang Mei's lips trembled violently with fear, and she clutched at the dusty wall like a life-saving straw, so that her knees would not fall to her knees.
At this moment, she heard Yan Yan smile slowly: "Okay."
Then I saw Yan Yan suddenly flew with force, and volleyed the short knife dropped by the man in black before—
At the same time, Ajie also moved, he bowed his waist and pulled out the dagger from his calf, and rushed towards Yan Yan like lightning!
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The lower level of the wine cellar.
The door blocked all sounds from outside, and the wine cellar was so quiet that even breathing could be heard clearly. Qi Sihao was unsteady, and the sweat on his back was dripping with layers of sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water. The killer took out a cigarette from his trousers pocket and smoked it. He let go of him when the fire was lit, and he stumbled twice immediately. Almost fell.
"Now I know what I'm afraid of, what did you do?" The killer sneered halfway through his nose, "If you're honest, you won't be able to afford this, it's all yours."
Qi Sihao naively responded.
"Who did you work under before, the Second Detachment of Anti-drug?"
When Jiang Ting was the leader of the detachment, his style was very tough, and a character like Qi Sihao could not be reused by his subordinates. Therefore, Qi Sihao's history of submissiveness was always ashamed of him, and he never mentioned it much.
He responded with caution and hummed twice, only to hear the killer say casually: "Is the surname Jiang the captain of your detachment? This person is quite difficult."
Qi Sihao just subconsciously said "uh", but suddenly it feels wrong again, is it difficult to deal with
What's troublesome
Didn't Jiang Ting die neatly
"But then it was said that he was still dead," the killer hummed. "Going against our boss, that's how it ends."
Qi Sihao was in shock and wondered whether the killer was a pure threat or implied. Could it be that he fought against these drug dealers, and now he has to end up like Jiang Ting
Are they trying to kill him here? !
The killer didn't notice Qi Sihao's pale face, didn't know what he remembered, and raised the corners of his mouth maliciously: "He will not leave if there is a way to heaven, but he will come here if there is no door to hell. He is talking about you, Captain Jiang, but you are unlucky. It was once his..."
"I'm not! I'm not!" Qi Sihao shouted sharply: "I'm not the same as the Jiang man at all, you can't kill me! If you kill me, things will not be so easy to clean up!"
The killer scoffed: "You? What kind of thing are you? If you really want to kill you, you are not like an ant. Even the surnamed Jiang is no longer enough. You know he will eventually—"
puff.
In fact, it was only a small sound, but the killer's movements suddenly stopped, his body swayed forward, and the cigarette butt slipped from his fingers to the ground.
Qi Sihao's eyes widened in fear, and his pupils clearly reflected the last scene of the killer's life - he seemed to want to look back to see who killed him, but he was no longer strong enough to support this last action. Blood gurgled from the position of his left chest and heart, and then he kept this half-turned posture, booming! He fell to the ground, splattering dust.
"Who... who is it," Qi Sihao nervously took a half step back: "Come out... ah ah ghost!!"
After the corpse fell to the ground, the scene behind him was revealed. Among the rows of wine racks, Jiang Ting lowered the gun in his hand, threw the mineral water bottle that was attached to the muzzle for silencer, and bent over to pick up the metal bullet casings that had fallen on the ground.
"You, Jiang, Jiang team..." Qi Sihao almost suspected that he was dreaming, thumped and fell softly, and tumbled backward: "Are you, you, are you a ghost or - or - ah, don't come! Don't come!"
"I'm really not the same as you," Jiang Ting said flatly.
His tone was still as unmistakably cold and tough as before, and then he stepped forward, knelt on one knee and half beside the bloody corpse, and ordered, "Shut up if you don't want to die."
Qi Sihao gasped, as if he was really caught in a terrifying nightmare. He saw Jiang Ting pull out his folding knife from under his coat, swipe the blade out, and stab it at the bullet hole in the left chest of the corpse. Flesh-stained bullets.
Jiang Ting picked up the warhead from the ground and motioned to the sleepwalking Qi Sihao: "Follow up."