"Fuck!"
Jin Ruchao turned his back on his back, the expression on his face turned ferocious, what the hell is going on, did you find Lao Tzu just like that? !
For more than ten seconds, there was no time to think about anything else. The policeman walking behind saw that the black suit in front of him suddenly ran out like a wild dog that had run loose.
"stop!"
It was too late to say it, and the moment Jin Ruchao took a step, the policeman behind him reacted, and then shouted loudly, and picked up the walkie-talkie on his shoulder.
"Da Song! Da Song! There is a situation here, come to support! Come to support"
The scene of the two running away and chasing after each other happened next to the police booth. When the walkie-talkie rang, Da Song in the room happened to look up and see clearly. Although he said he managed a comfortable life, but fortunately, the reaction speed has not been completely dropped. Da Song quickly started the police car next to the house, turned on the siren, and drove in the direction where the two were chasing.
Jin Ru ran fast, but the policeman behind him was not slow in chasing him. This sudden situation was like a shot of adrenaline. Even though he was running fast, the policeman's brain was also running at high speed.
Where have you seen it. . . acquaintance? No, has a criminal record? But I am familiar with this piece of criminal record, who is that? . . . Is it wanted? wanted. . .
It was only now that the policeman remembered that just the day before, he happened to browse through the arrest warrant, and the face that was stuck in his mind just now. . . If you read correctly, could it be Jin Ruchao? !
The thought of this policeman is even more shocking. That's right, the more I think about it, the more correct it is. It must be that Jin Ruchao didn't run away. This kid just got involved in a murder case before the Chinese New Year. He is a fugitive who the city bureau is focusing on. !
"Da Song! Da Song! Notify the center, this person should be Jin Ruchao! Repeat, notify the center immediately!"
As soon as the siren sounded behind him, Jin Ruchao jumped onto the curb along Jianshe Street, staggered several times, but his speed still did not slow down.
Just as Da Song parked his car on the side of the road, the message on the walkie-talkie came. He wanted to go up to help, but when he heard Jin Ruchao's name, Da Song went back into the car in an instant, and quickly turned on the police system equipment , report the situation to the command center.
"Gold into the super! Stop!"
"Fuck!"
Jin Ruchao, who was galloping in the grass, heard that, sure enough, his identity was exposed, so he simply aimed at the path ahead, and leaned to the right under the cover of a flower bed.
"Hey!!!" After a loud cry, there was no movement.
"Want to run! Where can you run, come out!"
The policeman at the back saw that the other party hadn't moved, and he must have fallen to the ground in secret. Then he pulled his baton and aimed at the right side of the flower bed.
"Don't...!"
The verb behind it is still in my throat, huh? people! The policeman turned around and found that the right side of the flower bed was empty. . . It was dark just now, and I vaguely saw Jin Ruchao falling over here. . . Could it be. . .
Before I had time to think about it, I suddenly felt a chill in the back of my head, and my eyes went dark, and then I didn't know anything. . .
In the smoggy night, even if the roadside lights are bright, they become hazy, and the unreality of alternating reality and illusion just wanders in every corner of the city.
matter. . . How did things become like this. . . Zhang Zichen blinked his tired eyelids and shook his head slightly, trying to get rid of the mess in his mind that was getting worse and worse.
But if everything goes as expected, then society is no longer called society, and life is no longer called life. After all, Zhang Zichen was just a young man in his twenties, and sometimes he dared not recall the series of things he experienced during this period. The deep and boneless feeling of powerlessness hit every inch of his muscles, so that The whole body is numb and weak. At this moment, at this moment, Zhang Zichen just wanted to lie down and have a good sleep, and put aside all these cumbersome traps and cannibalistic whirlpools, even if he just lay down on this small street right now, as long as he let himself sleep. . . It's good to sleep for a while. . .
"Chenzi! Chenzi! Did you hear me!"
Looking at Zhang Zichen's expression, Ah Liang knew what was going on, but the situation was already at the point of imminent danger. If not, Ding Minyi would not have let everyone go so humbly.
Now that LH has just ended, it is still in the period of LH. At this moment, the eyes of the whole world are on BJ, on China, if SJZ will explode on a large scale. . .
"Oh shit!"
Ah Liang's scalp felt numb after thinking about it, what kind of power is this, daring to be so unscrupulous on the ground in China! Ordinary Mudera, if he was still talking nonsense, how did he manage such a complicated action? And what is the force standing behind him.
"Chenzi! Chenzi, our top priority right now is to stop the explosion, don't hesitate about other things, think about SJZ, think about those people who may be injured or injured innocently, Chenzi!"
Although the information he received was pitifully small, Ah Liang believed that with Zhang Zichen's ability, he would definitely be able to deal with it.
"This kind of thing, this kind of thing should go to the police in the future."
The night unknowingly arrives at two or three o'clock. This will be the most exhausting and sleepy time in life. Sun Ke was still holding the dossier in his hand, but his eyelids were so heavy that he could hardly lift them up. Cheng Ze rubbed his face vigorously, and just after he yawned for a long time, he heard the phone in front of him sound like thunder. It rang.
Volume 4 Evil Provocation Movement Chapter 20 Prelude
The LH period is the most sensitive time. This is already the fifteenth night shift of Director Liu, so I don’t know if it’s because of long hours of high-intensity and concentrated work, or because I’m getting older, and my body’s muscles and bones really can’t keep up. Liu Cheng stood in front of the window at this moment, looking at the early morning night in SJZ, feeling a thick layer of mist covering his eyeballs, no matter where he looked, it was unreal, not real at all.
"It's really..."
Liu Cheng took off the flower glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and was trying to dispel the fatigue in his bones, when the mobile phone in his pocket rang suddenly.
The strings in his mind collapsed too tightly for a long time and easily lost their proper elasticity. Liu Cheng took out his mobile phone, put on a mirror and glanced at the number on it.
An unfamiliar and strange number, which does not belong to any number segment and has no markings, is just a long string of garbled codes with seventeen or eight digits.
An ominous premonition suddenly came to his mind, Liu Cheng did not hesitate, raised his hand to connect the phone and quickly put it to his ear.
"..."
I don't know if the other party's voice is low or has undergone some special technology or processing. In short, no sound can be heard beyond Liu Cheng's step.
this. . . ! ! !
The voice from the phone just now was still floating in my ears. . . But every word is like a bomb, making everything around him illusory. Liu Cheng squeezed the mobile phone in his hand vigorously, so as not to drop it.