Fan Dasheng vibrated his arms, twisted his neck and walked out of the temporary headquarters. His posture was not a shock. It was shocking. In fact, it was because of the two bulletproof vests in the suit, which was really uncomfortable.
Uncomfortably, it was like getting into a tortoise's shell, heavy, tight, and extremely hot. As for whether it was ugly or not, it was not in his consideration.
Although he was very nervous and regretted letting a high school student perform such a dangerous and difficult task, he had no choice but to face the enemy with the submachine gun in his hand. He could only carry a small horn.
"I am Fan Dasheng, Wu Tianming, I want to talk to you!"
Fan Dasheng walked over, trying to stabilize his footsteps as much as possible. This is not a report to the Standing Committee. This is fatal.
The figure of Fan Dasheng soon appeared in Fat Wu's sight. He couldn't help but feel a little proud of him. Just fix me! Everyone who fixes me must die!
But Wu Tianming didn't shoot. He knew that Fan Dasheng was wearing a bulletproof vest. At such a distance, he was not sure of the violence. He didn't want to live anymore. It was better to hold Fan's father and daughter on their backs. Death was worth it.
"Vice Mayor Fan, you are finally here, hahahaha, come here, why don't you dare, are you scared? You ordered my job to be suspended, and where is my courage? You coward!"
Fan Dasheng stopped. Attracting attention and delaying time are his main tasks, "I want to confirm that my daughter is still alive!"
"Then you can listen well!" Wu Tianming put down the trumpet in his hand, "Xiao Xu, tear off the seal from his daughter's mouth."
Then there was Fan Lingling's heartbreaking cry, and her mental breakdown had been caused by such a long period of being held hostage, "Dad! Save me! Don't fight them, save me, dad!"
"Haha!" Wu Tianming laughed excitedly. The more miserable Fan Lingling screamed, the happier he was. The pain of the enemy is his greatest happiness.
When the opponent is excited, excited, fearful, hysterical, and emotionally fluctuating, it is when Zhang Yuan makes a move. The opportunity is here!
"Action!" Zhang Yuan finally waited for this moment and immediately issued a gesture of action.
"Noisy." With a not too loud voice, a small gap opened, and three ghostlike figures jumped into the dark room.
Zhang Yuan swiftly walked to the front with a gun in his hand, cats at his waist, which can make his movements more agile, leaning against the wall on the side of the middle door in three or two steps.
Zhang Yuan put his back against the cold wall, and pointed his guns in both hands. His eyes were particularly shining in the dark. At this moment, he was in a daze, not nervous.
He suddenly remembered something, as if such an experience had happened, more than once, it seemed that he had returned to the life that belonged to him that he had forgotten.
However, he didn’t have time to recall. He had to sense their location through the kidnappers’ voice. This is very important. It is the final step of the task and the key to success or failure. As long as Zhang Yuan opens the door, it must be as short as possible. Kill the target with one shot at the time, without hesitation, you can't miss.
Humans are living and spiritual animals, so all tasks will not go so smoothly. If it really goes well, then you have to be careful if you are caught in the trap. This is what Zhang Yuan's former instructor said. During Zhang Yuan's blood licking career, he has confirmed the correctness of this sentence countless times.
Accidental, sudden, coincidental events, or a very small mistake, will make the result of the action a failure, no matter how perfect your score is in front, if you can’t respond in time and can’t adapt to the circumstances, then the score will still be zero, maybe You have to take your life.
Fatty Wu's arrogant laughter suddenly stopped. He was like a lion surrounded by hunters, fearful and vigilant. People are always very sensitive at such moments, what he feels.
But this was just a feeling, not real. He didn't hear anything, otherwise he would shoot without hesitation. But even if it was feeling, he still doubted it.
"Xiao Xu, look at the back." Fatty Wu touched the black and clamped Fan Lingling's neck with his elbow. He held the horn in one hand and the gun in the other. Only then, he believed that if there was some danger, Fan Lingling could be blocked. before.
"Okay." Xiao Xu replied. After staying in the dark for a long time, his eyes have adapted to the darkness, so he can clearly see the door.
"Bang!" Xiao Xu opened the door abruptly and walked in.
The sudden change surprised Zhang Yuan, and it was too late to retreat, not to mention that the rear window opened wide, and the fool knew that he had entered.
Xiao Xu was also taken aback. He didn't see anyone standing less than half a meter away. He saw the window for the first time. The window was opened and the anti-theft fence was also missing.
not good! Xiao Xu's heart slammed, he wanted to shout, tell Wu Ju to be careful! But when he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't make a sound. He didn't see anyone there until he died. What killed him, he only felt that a very sharp and thin weapon plunged into his throat and blocked it. Hold the trachea and pierce it from the back of the neck.
too fast. Xiao Xu had been thinking about these three words before he died.
Zhang Yuan did not use a gun. He knew that although Xiao Xu did not make a sound, Fatty Wu must have been alarmed, but even if he was alarmed, Fatty Wu would not kill the hostages because he did not make a sound. People need time to judge at this moment. There is also a fluke mentality, and this is exactly what Zhang Yuan needs, even if it is only half a second.
"Small..." Fatty Wu opened his mouth and yelled tentatively before yelling out a word. Zhang Yuan already got the last-minute data, target position, head height, and no obstacles. These three data are enough. Up!
Step, raise your hand, shoot. The movements are proficient, quick and clean, just like practicing thousands of times.
"Bang!" With a clear gunfire, Zhang Yuan shot, before Fatty Wu's "Xu" hadn't vomited out. Zhang Yuan had fired without even seeing Fatty Wu, his hands were always faster than his eyes.
When the fire flashed, Fatty Wu's horrified eyes and a hole in the middle of his forehead were reflected.
A violent shot hits the center of the eyebrow.
"Dad." Fan Lingling whispered, she weakened with fright.
"Lingling!" Fan Dasheng dropped the trumpet and rushed over like crazy.
Subsequently, the special police ambushing on both sides of the supermarket also rushed in.
Lin Yue, who was standing on the opposite side of the main road, was extremely nervous at this moment. She had been watching the opposite side. She clamped her legs nervously and held her arms with her hands, as if she was standing in the cold wind, her lips trembled a little.
When the gunshot sounded, she hated that hateful student so disobedient. Why did she hate herself for failing to insist on not letting him in and let a high school student go and beat the kidnapper? This is not nonsense, if Zhang Yuan He died, how would he face his parents
Soon the lights in the small supermarket were all on, Lin Yue hugged her arms tighter, and then she saw Fan Dasheng walking out holding Fan Lingling, Fan Dasheng was full of tears, but he was laughing, and Zhang Yuan followed closely. Also walked out from behind.
When she saw Zhang Yuan's figure, Lin Yue only felt a surge of excitement in her heart, unable to restrain her, her eyes blurred.
Fan Dasheng walked to the place where he stood just now and stopped suddenly, handed Fan Lingling to Zhang Yuan's hand, leaned over and picked up the little speaker that he had just thrown away.
"The rescue was successful! Two kidnappers were killed, we have no casualties!" Fan Dasheng's voice resounded in the soft wind at night, with joy and excitement.
"Oh yeah!" Lin Yue wiped away the tears with the back of her hand, her uncontrollable excitement, loud cheers, and a burst of enthusiastic applause broke out all around. The high officials and small officials swarmed past with their slaps, and Lin Yue followed.
Fan Dasheng was busy embracing everyone, but Zhang Yuan could only hold the frightened Fan Lingling. He had hoped to have a positive hug with the beautiful teacher, and it was too much.
Zhang Yuan also felt the enthusiasm, but he didn't have much sadness and joy, as if he had already adapted to this kind of scene.
"Zhang Yuan, congratulations!" Lin Yue said.
"Congratulations, I haven't eaten dinner yet."
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After the staff finished the final finishing work, in the small supermarket, Fan Dasheng looked at the two corpses in front of him with some surprise.
"That high school student did it all?" Fan Dasheng asked.
Wu Tianming was shot in the head with a blackened gun eye, located in the middle of both eyebrows. It was as accurate as measuring with a ruler. In the darkness where he could not see his fingers, the situation was still so urgent and he could hit so accurately. It is truly breathtaking, even the two special police elites who participated in the mission with Zhang Yuan are also disappointed.
And Xiao Xu’s death was even more tragic. He still has his eyes open and never stares at him. He was not shot. He was shot with a pencil. Fan Dasheng recognized it at a glance. This is Zhang Yuan on the engineering construction drawing. A pencil used to draw horizontal lines.
Fan Dasheng had never imagined that a pencil could also be used as a murder weapon, and it was a deadly stroke. The force was so powerful that it penetrated Xiao Xu's neck completely, and even the blood hadn't even had time to flow out.
"Yes, we didn't have time to do it. Both of them were killed by the student. He moved too fast. If we didn't know that he was a student, we would really think that he was a professional senior killer." A special police officer. Reply.
"It's too powerful, too powerful. It's too powerful!" Fan Dasheng muttered constantly, turning around the corpse. This kid is a student, he is a murderer, so skilled, so cruel, and more importantly, he looks like nothing after killing, as if he killed two ants.
After several laps, Fan Dasheng finally stopped and said: "Immediately condense the corpse and send it directly to the crematorium. Don't publicize this matter outside."
When Fan Dasheng finished speaking, he went out, followed by the female police officer named Xiaorou. She was also surprised and confused. This student was really terrifying, but thanks to him, if he led the team, he would be able to make things happen. What did you do so beautifully
Fortunately, he is not a criminal. Xiao Rou thought to herself.
"Xiao Rou, check this student named Zhang Yuan for me as soon as possible. The more detailed the better, the better tomorrow." Fan Dasheng walked out of the supermarket and said in a low voice, after taking two more steps, he changed his words: "No, Check it now."
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