Secret Service Student

Chapter 8: 008 This is not a movie

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Watching the front closely, Zhang Yuan saw the Audi car turning in front, and immediately knew the kidnapper's intention, "They are going to abandon the car."

In order to facilitate overtaking, Passat had always been outside the yellow line on the road, and it was even more difficult to pull over.

Zhang Yuan kept stepping on the accelerator and the brakes, his hands and feet were in close coordination, and his movements were coordinated and accurate, just like a machine that specializes in manipulating a car.

When Passat saw the stitches, shuttled in the surging traffic, and wanted to pull over, Audi had already rushed onto the sidewalk on the side of the road. The small shops on both sides were filled with people shopping after get off work, and did not feel the danger is imminent. Come.

"Get off!" Just as Audi stopped steadily, Xiao Xu in the back seat lifted Fan Lingling out like a chicken.

"Uncle, I want to go home, I'll go back and beg my father is OK, uncle." Fan Lingling was still begging.

"Stop her mother's nonsense." Xiao Xu touched the police pistol pinned to her back, and pulled the handcuffs behind Fan Lingling with her hands. She was short, and pulled out two Type 85 submachine guns from the Audi back seat.

"Ju Wu, let's do it!" Xiao Xu threw a handful to Fatty Wu who had just come out of the front door.

"Haha, I didn't expect that I had been a police chief for more than ten years, and now I have to do this terrifying case! It's cool!" Fatty Wu laughed and threw away his cigarette butt, skillfully put the submachine gun in the magazine, and pulled the bolt.

"Is this a movie?" The pedestrians on the side of the road were a little puzzled, and they didn't even think that there would be such a bold villain.

"Make your mother's movie." Fatty Wu lowered his arm and pointed to a shuttle in a small supermarket on the side of the road.

"Da da da." The red tongue of the submachine gun spouted.

"Qiangqiang, bang, wow." The large floor-to-ceiling glass of the small supermarket shattered suddenly, then collapsed, making a loud noise.

"Robbery, this is not a movie!" The pedestrians sensed the danger this time, screaming and hurriedly evaded, and a few bloody people ran out of the small supermarket.

"Are they crazy, what are they trying to do?" Zhang Yuan stepped on the accelerator again, Passat buzzed, and rushed onto the sidewalk, knocking over a row of bicycles beside the road.

"Oh, cousin's car!" Lin Yue cried out in pain as she watched the bicycle rubbing on the Passat.

"What a broken car?" Zhang Yuan muttered, and continued to approach the small supermarket.

When Fatty Wu stepped on a piece of broken glass and shoved Fan Lingling into the small supermarket, he turned his head again.

Fatty Wu saw at a glance that among the fleeing crowd, there was a Passat oncoming. It must be fascinating. Fatty Wu and Zhang Yuan looked at each other.

There were a pair of eyes, the hostility in the other's eyes collided, sparks of anger splashed everywhere.

"No, get down!" Zhang Yuan and Fatty Wu knew that they were not good. They slammed on the brakes, stretched out their hands and pulled Lin Yue's coat and pulled her down. Then Zhang Yuan hurriedly pressed down. On Lin Yue.

"Papa." A fierce rain of bullets swept over, the bullets punched a row of bullet holes in the car glass, and then coughed into the seat of the car. The huge force made Lin Yue feel that the seat of the car was shaking. Another shock.

Where did a female high school teacher experience this kind of scene? She couldn't help but tremble. If Zhang Yuan moved a step slowly, or pulled her a little bit lighter, she would probably be dead by now. She never thought it would be so. Is close to death.

But the danger has not been eliminated. Will the kidnapper come after him and hit the car with another shuttle

Just when Lin Yue was trembling and terrified, she heard a low voice of comfort rang out from behind, "Don't be afraid, there is me."

Lin Yue's heart relaxed a lot. This student is no longer a simple second-year high school boy, and now this is her support, a thick and solid storm wall in front of her.

Zhang Yuan was also worried that the fat man would chase him. According to the judgment, these kidnappers are not as simple as kidnapping. The guns they use are standard police models, which are not strong in penetration, but are very accurate and stable. This fat man uses guns. Also relatively skilled.

Unarmed Zhang Yuan knows that he has no chance of winning against a kidnapper holding an 85 submachine gun. If he hits him, he can, but he and Teacher Lin are likely to get shot. Only to escape first is the last word. For Zhang Yuan, escape is very simple. He can easily escape under the tracking of the armed helicopter.

He stretched his hand under Lin Yue's body and didn't know what he encountered. It was a big lump, full of elasticity, and very comfortable, but Zhang Yuan didn't have time to think about it at this critical moment.

Zhang Yuan's hand pushed hard, reverse gear, his fingers hooked the steering wheel, and slammed on the accelerator. "Om" Passat let out a roar, and quickly backed away to the side of the sidewalk.

Fatty Wu chased for a few steps, and the sound of a police car faintly sounded in his ears. Looking up in the distance, the lights of the police car were already flashing.

"Asshole, running very fast." Fatty Wu cursed, and shot another bullet at Passat's driving position before turning around and hiding in the small supermarket.

Zhang Yuan hid behind the dashboard and backed a few hundred meters before looking up and seeing Fatty Wu not chasing him, he was relieved.

"Get up." Zhang Yuan patted the beautiful teacher on the back. Lin Yue still hugged Zhang Yuan's waist tightly. She was so nervous just now, she just felt that her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

"It's okay, he didn't chase it." Zhang Yuan comfortably stroked Lin Yue's soft hair, and a faint fragrance passed into Zhang Yuan's nose. The fragrance was sweet and soft, making people want to smell it after smelling it. When Yuan's palm slid across her back and felt the tight bra straps on her plump back, Zhang Yuan's heart surged with a strong impulse.

The movements of the two people are indeed a bit imaginative now. Lin Yue wrapped her hands around Zhang Yuan's waist, her white little face squeezed hard against his abdomen, as if she was eating a popsicle.

Zhang Yuan felt it, and Lin Yue felt it right away. He just felt something pushed up under her lips. She didn't think of anything at first, a careful heart was still beating, but she turned her face to the side when she thought of it. a bit.

Zhang Yuan was a second-year high school boy. When the reaction was strong, the flagpole was uncontrollably rising higher and higher as soon as it was erected, and quickly pressed against Lin Yuebainen's face.

Lin Yue pushed with her cheek, "What is this..." Before she finished speaking, Lin Yue had already thought of what it was. Her frightened snow-white face was flushed with peach blossoms, she sat up and she was ashamed and couldn't hold herself. Take a mouthful, "When is it, what do you think about you?"

Zhang Yuan smiled apologetically. It seems that this little boy's body is indeed very impulsive. You have to be careful in the future. If those boys in the class know that they not only touched the teacher they dream of, but also touched the face of the beautiful teacher, so as not to arouse public outrage. That's strange.

"Teacher Lin, get off the car, the police are coming soon." Zhang Yuan looked at the flashing police lights on both sides of the road.

"What about you?" Lin Yue asked worriedly.

"I'll go to the back of the building to see if there is a window to go in." Zhang Yuan stretched out his hand to help Lin Yue release the seat belt.

"Ah, you are injured!" Lin Yue suddenly saw a drop of bright red blood dripping on her skirt.

Zhang Yuan was shocked and stretched out his hand to take a look. Only then did he find that the little finger of one hand had turned over. He had forgotten the pain just now when he was nervous.

"Oh, it's okay." Zhang Yuan sucked the blood, turned the skin back, and looked around and there was nothing to bandage, so he had to hold down the blood tendons and shook his hands.

"Don't look at it, and hand it over to the police." Lin Yue frowned and persuaded, "You are a high school student. This is not what you should do. Those are all murderous bandits and guns."

Yes. Lao Tzu is just a high school student, how can he be like a special police officer, even a special police officer must have a gun, but seeing this situation, he can ignore it? Besides, it seems like I can handle it.

"It's okay, I'll go take a look and don't act rashly."

"Then you take me with you."

"it is good."

Zhang Yuan drove to the back of the row of storehouses. This is a secluded residential area. The back wall of the storehouse is behind a small garden. Every section has a small window, but the windows are all made of stainless steel. The security window of the article is closed.

Zhang Yuan stopped the car and ran over, Lin Yue followed closely behind, and walked to the small supermarket. Zhang Yuan slowly took a look. Inside the window was a small dark warehouse, which seemed to be The back warehouse of a small supermarket.

Zhang Yuan squinted, trying to see the location of the door clearly, Lin Yue also poked her head over, repeatedly scratching Zhang Yuan's face with itching.

"Clang Clang."

Lin Yue grinned at the sudden ringing of the mobile phone and almost fell.

"Don't turn on your cell phone when you are performing a task!" Zhang Yuan roared reflexively.

Lin Yue was stunned by him, and handed her mobile phone, "What is the task? Your mobile phone rang."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Zhang Yuan took the phone and pressed answer, with an idea in his mind to perform the task? Am I really a special police officer

Going a little further, when I heard the voice of a strange man, "Hello, this is Fan Dasheng, the police you called, I have arrived at the scene."

"Oh, I'm nearby, I'll be there soon."