Breaking Through the Clouds

Chapter 17

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At the junction of the inner and outer window sills, the wooden frame was covered with oil stains left by the smoke and fire for many years, and on the black dirt, there were several extremely unclear horizontal edges.

- Shoe prints.

Yan Yan leaned out and observed it carefully for a long time, and finally found traces of climbing on the fire escape ladder that was close to the wall outside the tower.

Yan Yan motioned Jiang Ting to wait a moment, and then made a phone call: "Hey Lao Qin..."

"Where are you?" Qin Chuan was obviously driving on the phone, and the background was very noisy: "We have already searched Fan Zhengyuan's house for a round, and we will report to you in detail when we return to the bureau. The other hiding place is in the North District. Yihong Bath, I heard from the informant, why didn't you go?"

"I asked Ma Xiang to take people there, what?"

"Hey," Qin Chuan said with a smile, "you didn't see the 180 Yui Hatano, you can't blame me, brother."

"In that kind of place..." Yan Yan caught a glimpse of Jiang Ting out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly felt the need to maintain his personal image, so the conversation changed abruptly: "Who is Yui Hatano, why are your thoughts so dirty? "

Qin Chuan: "...???"

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm in Hu Weisheng's rental house, and there's some new clues here, you can stop by when you're close." Yan Yan hurriedly said before Qin Chuan answered: "If there's nothing else, just hang up first. Ha, come quickly! Bye!"

Jiang Ting took pictures of the shoe prints and kept them. He leaned against the wall with one hand and wanted to climb to the fire escape outside the window. However, just halfway through his inexperienced movements, Yan Yan pulled him down by his shoulders and scolded, "What are you doing, go up and back."

Yan Yan pushed Jiang Ting behind him, tightened his gloves, grabbed the window frame with a "hum", and soared into the air. He got out of the window and hung on the fire escape without protection. Looking up to the top of the building: "Fuck!"

"Something?"

"This person surnamed Hu is a talented person," Yan Yan said loudly, climbing up to the roof of the building, reaching out and dragging Jiang Ting up.

The insulation felt on the roof of the top floor was too rotten, and the space was filled with garbage, waste building materials, and broken pipes. The iron doors of the corridors at both ends of the roof were mottled and rusted, and had already been locked, and three illegal buildings were built with bricks and iron sheets on the edge, and there was the buzzing of the generator.

"It's quite a good idea to build a small duplex on the top floor by yourself. It's a pity that Hu Weisheng didn't learn to be a plasterer." Yan Xun approached the thatched hut and looked inside, and asked, "How did you come up with the idea of pushing the window? Don't follow me. Talk about intuition!"

In the evening, the typhoon was strong, Jiang Ting wrapped Yan Xun's coat tightly with one hand, covered his mouth and nose with the other, and said in a muffled voice, "Sixth sense."

"..." Yan Yan asked, "Are you a woman?"

Jiang Ting looked back at him without saying anything, his fair upper eyelids were slightly red from the cold.

Yan Yan glanced at him several times, "You got the police flower, stand outside, I'll go in and have a look."

There were three huts in a row, Yan Yan entered the one on the far left, and the plywood door opened with a push. The dust blowing out of the room made Yan Yan coughed several times. When the dust was almost dispersed, he bent down and got in by using the lighting of his mobile phone. Square meters of space, there is no place to turn around.

The cabinets covered with spider webs were piled with all kinds of plastic products and tattered copper and iron, all of which were usually unseen utensils, some wrapped in plastic sheets, and some covered with yellowed white sheets.

Yan Yan looked at the shape of the pile of equipment, and he had a bottom line. He took dozens of photos hastily, and then he didn't think it was dirty, so he lifted the cloth against the dust.

Dropper bottles, reaction tanks, heaters, dehydrators…

Yan Yan took a half step back.

—In these numerous spider webs, there is a batch of poison-making tools hidden!

"... Team Yan."

It was twilight outside the house, and the night wind was howling. Jiang Ting's gaze roamed the entire rooftop, and landed on the iron-clad house not far away from the sound of the generator. He hesitated a little, and repeated, "Team Yan?"

There was a lot of noise in the room, not knowing what Yan Yan was doing.

Jiang Ting narrowed his eyes, thought for a while, and finally walked over.

The windows of the tin house were covered with plastic sheets, and the iron locks were hung in the air. Just gently pull the latch to get in. This room was different from the other two. The dark and narrow room was relatively empty, the generators were stacked in the corner, and the wires of several different colors led to the half-person-height felt cloth at the other end of the iron room.

Jiang Ting pressed his hand on the felt, determined that there should be a rectangular electrical appliance underneath, and lifted the heavy felt with force.

With this action, a dry moldy ash rose into the air. Jiang Ting turned his face away and coughed a few times before stopping. He didn't expect that under the felt, it was a small single-door refrigerator.

For some reason, Jiang Ting's fingers were a little unstable. He opened the refrigerator door, and there were a lot of bottles and cans in the refrigerator.

Transparent beakers and opaque brown medicine bottles were cluttered together, most of them were empty, and there were traces of different colors on the bottom of the glassware. Only a few glass bottles still have solution in them, because they are not sealed properly, giving off a pungent smell of chemicals.

And in the groove on the inside of the refrigerator door, a bag was stuffed with a bulge, and it was tightly wrapped by layers of newspapers.

Jiang Ting's heart beat wildly, his face changed slightly, and he gently pushed aside the newspaper.

Inside is a small sealed bag of light blue powder.

Jiang Ting knelt on one knee and half on the ground, his pupils rapidly dilated and contracted, he reached out and lifted the half-slap-sized airtight bag, only to see a yellowed sticker on the lower right corner, with a pen writing a few words. Word - "Group C nine boxes of 7704", the ink has begun to fade.

Jiang Ting stared directly at the label, the coldness of the cold room enveloped this square inch, and his face was icy white in the darkness.

The existence of the powder is not unexpected to him, but why is this line of words

How could this line of pen characters appear here? !

A certain fragment emerged from the depths of my memory. It was an opener and darker factory warehouse. Countless bags of the same powder were piled up together, like a ghostly blue ghost wandering in the depths of hell. They were boxed and sealed by forklifts, boxes were loaded onto trucks, and in the dark night in the distance, a torrential rain poured, and the street lights flickered with ghostly green shadows.

"Six hundred million," someone said with a smile behind him, gentle as a devil's nickname:

"You see, earthly happiness is so valuable."

For several seconds, Jiang Ting's breathing almost stopped, then he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again. This action made him forcibly flatten all his doubts and freeze them under a thick ice called calm; then he crumpled the newspaper and threw it back into the refrigerator, got up, closed the refrigerator door, and covered the felt again. I stuffed the small packet of powder into my pants pocket.

At that moment, his wrist was grabbed.

Yan Yan's voice said coldly behind him: "Take it out."

Jiang Ting's body was slightly stiff, and his hands did not relax in his trouser pockets. He slowly turned around: "Captain Yan..."

"Take it out." Yan Yan said with dark eyes, "Don't force me to do it."

In just a few seconds, it seemed like a long confrontation. Before long, Jiang Ting's tensed forearm muscles finally relaxed, and Yan Yan pulled him out of his pocket and took the bag of drugs from his palm.

"Why?"

Jiang stopped and raised his chin slightly, but did not answer.

Yan Yan took out the phone, pressed the numbers 1, 1, and 0 in front of him, and moved his thumb over the dial button. He turned against the last light outside the door and couldn't see the expression on his face, but his voice seemed to freeze: "One last time, Jiang Ting. If you still don't have an answer, I'll take you on your way to Gongzhou tonight. "

"..." After a long silence, Jiang Ting said, "There's no reason, maybe it's because I'm taking drugs?"

After the solidified silence, Jiang Ting suddenly jumped forward. Yan Yan grabbed the neckline and lifted it abruptly, and then forcibly dragged him outside the house.

This kind of method of carrying chickens made people unable to breathe or even make a sound. Jiang Ting didn't know how many things he knocked over during the struggle, and then kicked the door frame, and small pieces of cement and sand poured down. Instead, he grabbed Yan Yan's hand and tried to break it apart, but he couldn't shake the steel-like restraint. It wasn't until he walked out the door that he was pushed forward suddenly, staggering a few steps and nearly falling.

"Cough cough!..."

Jiang Ting clutched his throat and was almost breathless, with a burst of flowers in front of his eyes, he straightened up after a while, and said hoarsely, "You..."

Yan Xun grabbed him by the chin, his handsome face was full of anger, just about to say something, suddenly raised his head and his face changed slightly: "Be careful!"

Before Jiang Ting could react, Yan Xun pushed him behind him. In the confusion, he felt the strong wind slashed against his auricle. He turned around abruptly and saw that someone else had come up from the rooftop!

The accident happened too quickly, and when the night fell, the visual conditions were very poor, and it was impossible to see what the person who came here looked like, only the sharp sword light flashed away. At this time, Yan Yan's reaction was extremely fast. He raised his hand to accurately hold the person's arm, and then slammed his elbow into the opponent's shoulder!

bang—

The sneak attacked the elbow abruptly, and the dagger in his hand fell in response. Unexpectedly, he didn't even hum, before the tip of the knife hit the ground, he raised his foot and kicked the dagger, grabbed the handle of the knife with his backhand and swung it horizontally - at the critical moment, Yan Yan's body leaned back, and the knife edge swiped close to the bridge of the nose!

At that moment, Yan Yan realized that the other party was extremely professional, and without turning his head, he shouted at Jiang Ting: "—Come on!"

Jiang stopped for a while.

The other party grabbed the leg that Yan Yanfei kicked over, and the tip of the knife chopped to the knee, and was kicked back by Yan Yan's chest. But his physique is very strong, he stabilized his body in just two steps, leaned over like lightning to avoid the counterattack, grabbed the gravel on the ground and sprinkled it with his hand—

Yan Yan conditioned reflex to block, but the dust got caught in his eyes, and it was too late in an instant.

At the same time as the severe pain, the thighs became cold and hot, and he knew that he was stabbed by the tip of the knife. But when people are highly stressed, they can't feel pain. Yan Yan is a very sturdy person. He didn't think about the danger of blood loss from the aorta, so he lifted his foot and kicked the opponent's dagger, bang!

The dagger hit the roof railing and fell downstairs.

The visitor groaned because his knife-wielding wrist was kicked, but the final sound rose coldly, but it was more a mockery than pain.

- That sound made Yan Yan hear his age, it should be a young man.

What is the identity of the other party

What is the purpose of ambushing the police

The dust made Yan Yan unable to see anything clearly, and in an instant, he was grabbed by the arm, and he turned around in a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw. This person is definitely a master of fighting. Yan Yan's height of nearly 1.9 meters is difficult for him to exhale a hollow circle. However, at the moment of landing, Yan Yan's fighting consciousness over the years made him hook the opponent's neck by feeling. ,boom! With two loud bangs, the two of them were thrown to the ground at the same time!

Almost immediately, the two of them scuffled in one place. Yan Yan couldn't see anything at all. He was punched several times, and he felt that the other party quickly searched all his pockets, and then felt it from his back pocket. something happened.

- That bag of drugs!

The visitor let out a low laugh, grabbed Yan Yan by the neck and picked him up, hitting the roof railing heavily. The weight of more than 80 kilograms and the impulsive force suddenly made the railings make a precarious sharp sound!

The power of the professional killer's palm to break the throat bone is no joke, and other police officers have already died honorably at the moment. Yan Yan grabbed the opponent's hand holding her throat with both hands, gritted her teeth and endured the severe pain in her eyes: "You...the one who killed Fan Zhengyuan..."

Applejack didn't expect to be recognized, "Oh?" He said, "I didn't expect the police to come so quickly, you didn't need to die."

Yan Yan's arms burst with blue veins: "I think the person who is going to die... It's you the fuck!"

All the movements happened in the blink of an eye, Yan Yan suddenly exerted force under his feet, swept the opponent's ankle, and immediately broke the evenly matched confrontation. Ajie staggered and almost fell, but because Yan Yan couldn't see, he dodged to avoid the pursuit, and a carp straightened up and grabbed Yan Yan's shoulder.

"..." Ajie scolded in a low voice, put his shoulders against Yan Yan, and threw his whole body onto the railing!

creak—

At the moment when the metal deformation occurred, Yan Yan had already twisted the opponent's shoulder and neck. As long as he exerted force, he could fall behind his back, and the professional killer volleyed downstairs. But in less than a thousandth of a second, the iron railings, which had been rusted to death by years of wind and rain, could not bear the weight of the two of them, and the whole row tilted to the outside of the roof!

It was too late to say it, and Yan Yan and Ajie both slipped at the same time.

Jiang Ting lost his voice: "Yan..."

But before he took a step, the cold and hard muzzle silently pressed against the back of his head.

A familiar voice with a smile whispered in his ear, "Don't move."