A gunshot exploded in the escort car, bang!
The rear window burst in an uproar, just as the motorcycle rider in front had already galloped, and stopped with a sharp noise. At the same time, Bu Chonghua jumped out against the sky full of glass pieces, sat firmly in the back seat, and shouted, "Go!"
Without his second order, the motorcyclist was about to start when suddenly two sharp beeps came from not far away! beep!
When Bu Chonghua turned his head, his pupils suddenly froze.
There was a very familiar silver big G parked on the side of the road. Through the car window, I saw Jiang Dian sitting in the driver's seat with a sinking face. The co-pilot was Wu Yu, whose face was completely bloodless!
"Can you hold on?" Jiang Ting asked in a deep voice.
Wu Yu was wearing a hospital gown and Jiang Ting's thin coat on his shoulders. He said hoarsely, "Yes."
Jiang Ting said, "Okay."
The next moment he pulled the handbrake and stepped on the accelerator, G65 let out a low roar of a beast, and rushed out like lightning at the same moment when the target motorcycle started!
"The command center reported the city bureau, the command center reported the city bureau, the Jin O5365 police car crashed at the south entrance of the Changyi Tunnel, repeat the Jin O5365 police car crashed at the south entrance of the Changyi Tunnel!"
"Report! Shooting and robbing prisoners at the crash site! Four motorcycles shooting police cars and robbing prisoners!!"
"There is no firepower for the traffic police at the scene, please request emergency support!! Request emergency support!!"
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The Jinhai Public Security Bureau was in chaos. Walkie-talkies and telephones were ringing one after another. Everyone in the lobby on the first floor was running and shouting. Cars with various license plates roared out of the iron gates, and they were with each other in the sound of alarm sirens. The police cars in the jurisdiction gathered together and rushed to the Changyi District in the north of the city.
Song Ping sat quietly behind the large solid wood table in the director's office, like a gray sculpture.
He didn't make a sound, didn't move, didn't even breathe ups and downs, half of his body didn't enter the dignified air, the wrinkles around the corners of his eyes extended into the shadows, and melted into the dark and difficult light and shadow.
A figure finally turned around from the window. It was the old secretary in the interrogation room, with a soothing tone: "Old Song."
Song Ping closed his eyes.
Neither of them said a word again. After a long time, Song Ping finally spoke very, very lowly and slowly, and said, "Sometimes I really wish I wasn't so old and could go back to thirty years ago, even twenty years ago..."
The old secretary patted his shoulder, and a long sigh slowly disappeared into the silent air:
"… Who isn't."
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At the same time, Changyi District Inter-Provincial Expressway Tunnel.
With a whimper, the motorcycle galloped out, knocking the barricade into the air and leaving in an instant. In the next second, G65 rushed out of the tunnel, just like silver lightning following the shadow, biting the motorcycle and rushing down the viaduct!
Beep! Beep beep - almost all construction vehicles pass by on this road, one after another desperately honking their horns to avoid, some can only turn into the emergency lane and stop one after another. Bu Chonghua gritted his teeth and turned his head on the back seat of the motorcycle, only to see the G65's 900-horsepower horsepower exerted to the extreme under Jiang Ting's helm. The air wave rushed to the front!
Big G and the motorcycle kept pace, the passenger car window was lowered, Wu Yu shouted in the strong wind: "Bu Chonghua!"
Bu Chonghua clenched the gun in his left hand, his eyes didn't move for a moment, he only looked at the pale and familiar face in the car window, and the particularly dark and deep eyes.
"Stop, Bu Chonghua." Wu Yu looked at him, his voice low and tired and full of pleading: "It's too dangerous."
The police cars on the viaduct behind were rapidly gathering, red and blue lights flickered into one piece, and the horns were hurriedly coming with the wind. Bu Chonghua finally abruptly looked away, glanced back, and then turned to Wu Yu, with a cold tick on the corner of his mouth: "Where else can I go when I stop, can I go back to prison?"
"you… "
"Go back and go to jail while expecting that group of trash to help me avenge the revenge that I haven't avenged for 20 years in my lifetime, or do I regret killing Peng Wan every day behind bars, and didn't bring you to die heroically in the kidnapper's secret room?"
Wu Yu stared at him without making a sound, and one hand firmly grasped the door handle, and the dislocated knuckles were bruised.
He may have never been unconscious on the hospital bed for so long, the eye sockets have been completely sunken in, the eyelids are extremely obvious, and the brow bone is sharp and abrupt. The motorcycle rider and Big G galloped close to each other. For a moment, the two were close at hand, and Bu Chonghua even saw his own shadow from the depths of his pupils.
He raised the gun in his left hand and used the muzzle to lift Wu Yu's hair behind his ear in the violent wind. His tone of voice at that moment could almost be called gentle:
"Do you still think that I am the most perfect person you have ever met?"
Wu Yu's eyes widened slightly.
"...I have not been educated in the moral qualities of your elites which are impeccable..."
"Bu Chonghua is the best person I've ever met in my life, and also the most perfect idealist."
"Out of that door, the sun will still rise tomorrow, you are still the perfect, excellent, dazzling Bu Chonghua, I should never have met you!"
…
The self-deprecating, difficult, murmured, cautious and hopeful voices of the past sounded from all directions, tearing to pieces in the wind with countless pictures, and went away in an uproar.
Bu Chonghua looked at him and smiled.
"—Wu Yu!" At this time, the loud G sound suddenly intensified, and Jiang Ting shouted categorically: "Hurry up! I'm going to get stuck!"
Jiang Ting's proficiency in handling this car may be comparable to Yan Xun's. Braking, shifting, and stepping on the accelerator are all done in one go. The pointer on the instrument panel is gradually approaching the terrifying 260. In the speed of life and death, he will use this reinforcement to overtake a car. The modified steel body is abruptly stuck in the way of the motorcycle rider—
But at this moment, Bu Chonghua raised the muzzle and pulled the trigger, bang!
The squeaking sound of the side-view mirror disappeared, and the conditioned reflex of the big G tire drew a thrilling S!
Jiang Ting didn't say a word of national scolding, and turned the steering wheel back with force in the flash of lightning. I saw that Bu Chonghua did not hesitate to point the still smoking muzzle at Wu Yu's forehead: "Stop! Otherwise, my next shot will not be Take a taxi!"
Jiang Ting's brows trembled, and he released the accelerator while flying, but at this moment Wu Yu reached out and tightly grasped the hot barrel: "Go on!"
"Wu Yu let go!" Jiang Ting shouted angrily.
"It doesn't matter, let him shoot!" Wu Yu's fierce roar was filled with hot blood: "If I die, hit me up, don't slow down!"
When I die, you hit me.
Bu Chonghua looked deeply into Wu Yu's sharp eyes, he was indeed thin to the point of being completely different, but his face was full of indescribable explosive tension; The deepest, most powerful and true side hidden in the film is forced out from under the appearance of lowliness and self-deprecation.
Hard-edged, fierce and decisive.
"..." Bu Chonghua finally shuddered and exhaled, and in a low voice commanded the rider: "Grab your balance and prepare to go off at high speed." Immediately afterwards, he suddenly exerted force to wrest the barrel back from Wu Yu's palm, and his thumb flicked the safety dial. Piece, the bullet clicked and loaded, and said coldly:
"Just think that your Bu Chonghua has already died in the secret room."
Jiang Ting: "Wu Yu!"
The next moment, Bu Chonghua's gun deflected, the rear windshield shattered with a bang, and Jiang Ting slammed on the brakes with a loud noise!
The big G tires rubbed two black marks on the ground, and the car drifted to a sudden stop. The front of the car turned 90 degrees.
The four motorcycles roared away, and Bu Chonghua's profile disappeared into the billowing smoke. He seemed to be looking at the car all the time, and finally turned into an inconspicuous black spot.
There was a muffled sound, and it was Jiang Ting's very light punch against the side window. He took a breath to suppress his emotions. He turned his head and asked Wu Yu, "How are you?"
The police car was honking its whistle in the distance, and red and blue light was reflected in the rearview mirror, flashing in Wu Yu's tightly squeezed pupils, like the coldness and scarlet that erupted when the knife arc was unsheathed.
"...I thought he would leave me one day," he said hoarsely, "but I didn't expect it to be this way."
Jiang Ting stretched out his hand, grabbed him forcefully, patted the back shoulder, and said in a low voice, "It's alright, it's alright..."
Several police cars sped forward in the direction where the motorcycle disappeared, and the rest stopped one after another. Yang Chengdong, whose face was covered in blood, was helped out of the car. Several criminal policemen rushed forward anxiously and knocked on the door of the big G car. one slice.
"One day," Wu Yu's sharp eyes reflected the endless road ahead, and said softly from between his teeth: "One day, I will let him go and come back..."