"Fuck!" Yu Yan scolded on the walkie-talkie, "This can also make him run away, what are you doing!"
The few policemen upstairs who were "unfavorable in their work" were terribly wronged. When they heard this accusation, they just wanted to shout downstairs, "You can do it." They didn't dare to fight back, and the old army with full fighting spirit was not polite at all.
"Do you police officers do business all day long? If you have the ability to arrest bin Laden, you know how to persecute ordinary people!"
"Master, put down your weapons first, and say something if you have something to say... Stop beating! You are clearly persecuting the police!"
The suspect who jumped out of the window was unshaven and wrinkled. He looked like he was in his sixties, but he was unusually agile.
Instead of falling freely, he grabbed the window lattice and swayed, like a monkey, and threw himself onto the canopy of a big tree in the community, curled up his limbs, covered his head and face with his hands, and was buffered by the dead branches. Before it fell to the bottom, the others had suddenly opened in mid-air, grabbed the trunk of the tree with both hands, and jumped over the heads of the non-flying policemen!
"Chase!" Yu Yan picked up the baton, "Go around and stop him!"
The environment here is not like the time when the qigong master was chased - there are no small alleys here, and the residential area is just a flat and wide road.
Thanks to contemporary technology, no matter how good he is, as long as there is nowhere to drill, he will never be able to run the car.
Several police cars came around in response, and the siren blared sharply. There are interceptions in front, and chasing soldiers behind.
A vicious look flashed across the face of the suspect being pursued. Suddenly, he turned around in the air and threw something at Yu Yan, who was chasing after him.
Yu Yan only saw his movements, but didn't see what the other party threw, but at that moment, an unprecedented sense of crisis hit, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and there was only one thought left in his mind: it's over, we need to do it. cold.
At this moment, he suddenly put a hand on his back and pressed him down suddenly. Yu Scheng, who was rushing forward, was unsteady and almost fell down. At the same time, something rubbed the back of his head. Yes, a "ding" sound!
Yu Yan staggered a few steps, kneeled on the ground with a soft knee, and looked back in shock.
I saw Yan Hao who pressed him down with a slap. Yan Hao was holding a black iron rod in his hand. Several small flying knives gleaming coldly were stuck to the iron rod. All the suspects greeted him just now. of!
Yan Hao didn't have time to talk to him, and several ups and downs caught up with the suspect.
Yan Hao swung the weird iron stick in his hand into a wiper, and it turned so tightly that it almost became an afterimage. Those little flying knives were sucked by the weird stick in his hand again, and Yan Hao took two steps forward. After catching up with the suspect, he turned around and swept his legs. The suspect's face changed. In order to avoid him, he jumped up suddenly, not noticing that there was a thick branch above his head.
The suspect jumped up like this, and slammed into it with straight brows, knocking himself into a concussion on the spot, without humming, and fainted on the ground.
The policemen who arrived: "..."
The tree trembled.
The reason why traditional Qinggong is unscientific is that it is unscientific here—there is no systematic training in compliance before the practice, and there is no safety foundation to teach the disciples to "see six roads and listen to all directions", run so fast, and climb up the ladder if you have nothing to do. No "car accident"
Those high-level Qinggong masters, who hasn't hit their heads a few times? It's just that in order to maintain the image of immortality, everyone is unified and not let outsiders know about it.
The police rushed forward and handcuffed the suspect.
"There's something in my pocket... wait, this is... my mother!" Several police officers searched the suspect and found a dozen small blades of scalpels, all of which were installed in a transmitter similar to a children's toy Inside, press the switch, and the sharp blade will be launched, which is very lethal in a short distance, "Lao Yu, you are tough enough."
"I thank you all," Yu Yan's feet were still a little weak, he limped over, and patted Yan Hao's shoulder with a wry smile, "Why are you here?"
Yan Hao hummed like a mosquito: "Fangmaster Yang asked me to come. They said that these people might have something to do with the Demon Cult, and they were afraid that you might be in danger."
"Huh..." Yu Yan, who was almost cold, was still afraid, a little breathless, with his hands on his knees, he arched his waist and looked sideways at the iron rod in Yan Hao's hand, "You are this What kind of kung fu, internal strength? Can you still hold the knife?"
The masters are in the folk, and the real people don't show their faces!
Yu Yan couldn't help but feel awe.
Yan Hao replied awkwardly, "A magnet."
Yu Yan: "..."
"It's a special anti-dark device," Yan Hao said embarrassedly, "I'm a little short-sighted and astigmatism... I play on the computer, others can't see clearly with the anti-dark device."
The head raised between the police officer's arms fell, and he said in his heart, "You guys are so famous and decent."
A colleague ran over: "Brother Yu! Are you alright? Hey, how do you deal with this suspect? He knocked himself into a concussion, should he be taken back or sent to the hospital?"
"Forget it," Yu Yan stood upright in pain, thinking to himself, "It's enough anyway, the demon sects are half a pound with them."
"First..." Yu Yan glanced down, suddenly stunned, "Wait."
He approached the unconscious suspect and found a small bump on the man's temple—like the wrinkled skin on the belly of his fingers after being soaked in water for a long time.
Yu Yan leaned over to observe for a moment, put on gloves, and carefully picked up the piece of skin, and even tore off a layer of skin from the suspect's face!
It is a very thin film, something like plastic or silicone, on which realistic age spots and wrinkles are made, but it is not like the "human skin mask" in the TV series that can be peeled off as a whole, with a spring cake skin Similar - it is spliced together in small pieces, the shape of each piece has been carefully cut, and the splicing position is the place where wrinkles and muscle faults are prone to appear on the human face, leaving a natural ravine. Can't feel the difference!
Under the mask, is the face of a strong-aged man. The skin was torn a little red by the mask, and the facial features were fierce.
With such a face, no one dared to tell him in detail when he went to the street to ask for directions, but as soon as he wore the mask, he immediately transformed himself into a kind-hearted old man, and it was especially easy to gain the trust of his "peers".
"Go back and check to see if this person has a criminal record," Yu Yan sighed softly, "These demon cultists have so many tricks."
At the same time, in another residential area of Yanning City, a minibus parked in the shade of a tree, and a young man got out of the car, it was Xu Shaowen who picked up Mr. Zhou.
This time, they were obviously more careful. The CMB was replaced by a low-key minibus, and they didn't dare to park in a crowded place. There was a copycat tour group logo painted on the body of the bus.
The driver pressed the brim of his hat and said behind Xu Shaowen, "I said it earlier, the water will flow, don't be too greedy, be careful when picking people, and have fewer people. When the training comes out, let these people run errands and cast the net for us. , don't bring so many people to the base, the base is the place to cultivate the backbone - you have to try to make money, get so many people at one time! This time, alarm the police, right?"
"Do you think I want to serve so many old men and women? It's not because the targets for this year have not been completed! It's the new year, what should I do?" Xu Shaowen's face turned cold, "Those who do it in small places are often How do you know the competitive pressure of our big cities when developing believers from village to village? In one area alone, two people sell health care products, one practice qigong, and even acupuncture and moxibustion to lose weight have begun to shout slogans to circle people, and the rent is fucking expensive. I heard that the rubbish in the Chunzi Department was brought to Yanning not long after they arrived... Alas, I want to change the rudder. This is the last order of this year, I have calculated, this time it is full of a car, We're done - someone's here!"
The elderly are generally rushing early and not late. The appointment time has not arrived, and there are already seven-seven-eighty-eighty people.
Xu Shaowen greeted them one by one with a smile. This time, he also gave each old man a little flag and a little red hood, which looked like a regular tour group.
"Slow down, there is water in the car... I believe our ten-day journey will be very pleasant, not only can we enjoy the beautiful scenery, but also get nourishment for the soul... Hey, uncle, you are... "
Xu Shaowen supported the last old man who got in the car, and looked at this unfamiliar face with some doubts: "Have you been to our activities before?"
The old man was leaning on crutches, shrunk into a small ball, and looked at him at a loss.
An old man who got in the car hurriedly stuck his head out of the car: "I brought Lao Yang, and he played chess together before. He couldn't live at home, so he was about to sleep on the street. I thought he was pitiful, so he Bring him with me."
Xu Shaowen frowned slightly.
"Xiao Xu, bring one more person. Lao Yang either has no money or is helpless. He is in his nineties and is too old. When the hotel sees his ID card, he first asks where his family is. When he hears that he has no family, it is not no. If you dare to receive it, you should call the police.”
Hearing this age, Xu Shaowen slammed his tongue, hotels don't want to host them, and neither do their cult organizations! Breathing in the wrong posture in one breath, maybe it will pass. What are these old people doing with such a big life, do they cultivate to become fine
Just thinking about how to find a reason to refuse, Lao Yang eagerly took out a paper bag and stuffed it into his arms, and said eagerly: "I just took it out in the line at the bank in the morning, Lao Feng said that I would stop, I'm afraid you don't want me, I took a little more, a total of 100,000 yuan, young man, take me one."
Xu Shaowen moved his ears and looked back at the driver.
The driver gave him a slight nod. With an extra 60,000 yuan, the two of them could cut it in half, which was just enough for overtime pay.
Xu Shaowen pretended to be hesitant, and for a long time, he nodded reluctantly: "This is really not in compliance with the rules... Well, you are so pitiful, okay, I will take the responsibility!"
Old Yang tremblingly supported his hand and got into the car.
"It's ninety," Xu Shaowen's palm was warm and powerful, as if he was holding an object that wasn't too heavy, he lifted Old Yang into the car lightly, out of professional habit, he said casually, "If my grandfather would I should be like you when I'm still alive, I used to love listening to his old man's words, it's been almost a century, he knows everything that happens, and he won't get tired of listening to it for a long time, your family really doesn't know how to cherish it."
Lao Yang was stunned for a moment, and in an instant, the slightly pleading look on his face disappeared, his eyelids drooped, and his eyes were a little helpless.
A minibus loaded with "Old Red Riding Hood", bearing the sign of "Sunset Red Tour Group", quietly mixed into the traffic and left Yanning City, where a slightly broken car quietly adorned the back.
Yu Lanchuan, who was in the company meeting and went through the contract, explained the last risk point and saw a WeChat message from Han Dongsheng on his mobile phone: "I followed them."
"Received." Yu Lanchuan quickly replied to the message by holding up the coffee cup to cover, "The locator is installed, and there are people watching from the Beggar Gang."
Han Dongsheng was a little worried: "Master Yu, what if they have a master over there, Yang Gang is so old, I really don't know what to do with people now. Can't you really issue an order from the leader?"
While reading WeChat, Yu Lanchuan was still debating with his colleagues in the company: "Solving the problem is a matter for the relevant business department, the risk control department only gives risk warnings, and concealing the entrusted equity holding is a legal risk, what did I say wrong? "
He didn't have any free hands, and sent a WeChat message under the conference table: "I don't, I'm suspected of picking quarrels and provoking trouble, I want to send it to you."
Han Dongsheng: "..."
Suddenly, Yu Lanchuan's phone vibrated again. He thought it was Han Dongsheng, but when he looked down, it was Gan Qing.
Gan Qing sent him a photo of a bead string and wrote: "New Year's lucky beads are being delivered to your door, Xiao Yu, remember to check out."
Yu Lanchuan is inexplicable - what do you mean, strong buy and strong sell
The days in winter are always extraordinarily short, and the night falls quickly, covering the ulterior motives of some people.
At ten o'clock, Elysium turned off the lights on time, and he didn't even want to waste the extra electricity. Mr. Zhou lay down for half an hour, and the surroundings were so quiet that there was no sound at all. He pulled his bag out from under the bed and crawled quietly. Get up and walk out on tiptoe.
"Lao Zhou?" Lao Wu, who was insomnia after a little movement in the bed next door, suddenly said, "What are you doing?"
Mr. Zhou shivered: "I... I go to the toilet."
Old Wu looked at him for a while in the dark: "You still have a backpack when you go to the toilet?"
Mr. Zhou stood bewildered at the door for a while. He was used to being kind, and he lied to deceive his companions. He couldn't do it by himself. I haven't been good at talking nonsense all my life, and I really don't know how to make it up, so I gritted my teeth, walked to Lao Wu's bed, and whispered everything I discovered.
Old Wu was silent for a moment: "I also think that when I come back from the activity in the afternoon, I will sleep the most deeply, but I can't sleep again when it's dark."
Mr. Zhou: "It's just not right! Let's go together."
Old Wu: "I've paid all the money..."
"Don't worry about the money," Mr. Zhou said urgently, "Leave here first, if you can't go out and call the police to get it back."
After hesitating for a while, Lao Wu was finally moved by him. He didn't take anything, and slipped out of the small building with Mr. Zhou. Probably because these old people are very stupid, they don't need to be too strict. One of the guards slept and the other went out to smoke. The two old men came to the back door of this farmhouse without much effort.
Mr. Zhou said: "I have to run today, or they will give me a separate 'extra class' tomorrow, and I am alone. I have to drink the water, and I can't get through it..."
Just then, a headlight flashed ahead, followed by a car horn. Lao Zhou's heart attack was almost not frightened, and he grabbed Lao Wu and squatted in the corner.
I saw that it was a minibus with the logo of a travel company. The dozing doorman heard the sound and came to the backyard to open the door for them, yawning. The "Dr. Xu" who tricked them into the bus took the lead to get off. Only then did he stagger down from the car, and it seemed that they were all elderly people who were slow to move.
Old Mr. Zhou sighed: "Another gang, how much money are they going to make?"
At this time, the old Wu next to him suddenly said: "There is no station nearby, how can we get there? Is someone coming to pick you up?"
"No," Mr. Zhou said casually, still paying attention to the minibus, "I know that the backyard door faces south, and after going out for more than ten miles, there is a long-distance bus stop. Slow, move slowly, it will be dawn when you move there, take a ride away."
"Oh," Lao Wu nodded slowly, "no one picked you up."
"What..." Mr. Zhou was suddenly pushed by the person next to him and sat on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the "comrade-in-arms" who heard him fleeing with him quickly stood up, ran a few meters away, and shouted, "There is someone who wants to run away, and he said he wants to betray his mentor!"
The high-beam headlights slammed over, and Mr. Zhou sat on the ground dumbfounded. Old Wu's voice woke the sleeping courtyard, and the surrounding area was instantly brightly lit.
But after a while, a group of staff ran out of the building, Xu Shaowen's face was slightly cold, he made a gesture to cut down to the driver next to him, turned to face the group of old people who had just arrived, and quickly put on a pleasant expression: " This uncle is not in a good mood, it's alright, we will isolate him alone, and send him home when he stabilizes... It's too late, come, everyone, be careful with your feet, let's go to rest."
"Hold on."
Lao Yang, who was the last to get out of the car, tapped the ground lightly with his crutches, and under Xu Shaowen's gaze, he slowly straightened his back, which was bent into a question mark.