Breaking Through the Clouds: 102.Chapter 102

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As long as one more stunned, the stalker behind him will discover the fact that he has been exposed, and then it is unpredictable whether it will develop to the end of the death of the fish and the breaking of the net.

At this moment of purely instinctive reaction, Yan Xi bends down, rolls up his trousers like unintentionally, and moves naturally without any abnormalities, and then stands up and continues to walk forward.

——He glanced back when he rolled his trousers, and the trees behind him were neat and tidy, like a quiet shadow under the street lamp.

It is impossible to ambush many people downstairs. First of all, if there are any, I won’t go all the way without noticing it. Second, the community management hasn’t neglected to that point. It is possible to sneak in one or two outsiders. Getting in and out of vehicles without registration is too damn.

Then suppose that the tracker is between one and two people, and the distance is about fifteen to twenty meters. Under such visual conditions, the shooting accuracy is difficult to guarantee, which means that even if the opponent has a gun, it will not be rash for the time being. Shooting; if you suddenly approach from the bushes, it will take at least two to three seconds for the opponent to make a sound to launch an attack.

And now—Yan Xi calmly visually inspected the distance between himself and the front door, about 80 meters.

Just one minute later, you will be able to enter the surveillance area.

Popping, Yan Xi's slippers slapped on the concrete floor, and no one saw the blue veins on the back of his hand carrying the garbage bag.

What does the person following him want to do?

How many days have they been in ambush in this community?

Why are you taking pictures of him like a paparazzi?

If it weren't for the wrong timing, Yan Xi's heart would almost be ridiculous and ridiculous. But what he cares most about now is not that he has no guns, no knives, and nowhere to pick up the beautifully trimmed greenery of the community, but that Jiang stays in this apartment.

If you make any mistakes, will the opponent's next goal be Jiang Ting, who is single and weak?

The door is getting closer, and the bright lights in the duty room gradually become clear. Behind you, the movement seems to have stopped. Yan Xiu's heart gradually settled as he moved forward step by step. He went up and knocked on the glass of the duty room. The security guard who was tilting his head and dozing off immediately woke up and stepped forward to open the door: "Hey, Brother Yan!"

This security guard has been working in the community for a long time, knowing that Yan Xiu is a policeman, but I don't know what kind of policeman he is. Standing at the door of the duty room, Yan Xiu didn't go in, and touched a cigarette to him: "Excuse me, let's take a fire."

The security hurriedly thanked the lighter. The two smoked for a while, and Yan Xiu asked, "You have been on duty here tonight?"

The security said: "That's not it."

"Did you see any strangers coming in?"

"No, I'm staring at it!"

Yan Xiuxin said you are still staring, who was the one who was asleep with snot and bubbles when I knocked on the window just now.

The security guard smiled and asked: "Brother Yan, what are you going to do, shopping?"

Yan Xi answered vaguely, put out his cigarette butt, and the person who was following should be withdrawn, and he said, "Let me use your baton."

If someone else borrows this, the security will certainly not agree, but Yan Xiu is a real policeman, so the security will give it to him in doubt. Yan Xiu took the baton in his hand and weighed it, seeming to get used to its weight and feel, and then said: "Go back to the duty room and lock the door."

Security: "Huh?"

The security guard didn’t realize what was happening, so Yan Xiu pushed him into the duty room with one hand. He turned around abruptly and walked straight to the bushes at a rapid speed. The next moment the bushes that had been calm suddenly swayed violently. , And then a black shadow rushed out in the opposite direction!

Security: "..." Is there someone over there? !

The stalker has not left yet!

Yan Xiu's heart settled at the moment when the visitor chose to escape, and he jumped through the bushes with force, screaming through the night: "Stop!"

The wind blew through my ears, and the stalker ran wildly, Yan Xi chased him. Both were extremely fast. They rushed out hundreds of meters before the security could react. The stalker seemed to be very familiar with the terrain of the community, and walked only in dark and rugged places, and bypassed the garden pool and several apartment buildings in the blink of an eye. , Rushed to the depths of the community.

Yan Xi was wearing flip-flops, which affected his speed when he ran wildly. Seeing that he was about to jump over the wall, he blurted out: "Stop... fuck!"

There is no one near this place to eat. A few nights running and walking the dog have long been hiding. I saw only three or five people walking out of the parking lot. At a glance, they were all women. Who stopped? What if the stalker jumps over the wall in a hurry?

Just so distracted in the blink of an eye, the stalker has rushed straight to the back wall!

"Get out of the way!" Yan Xiu didn't hesitate anymore, the roaring scared the girls back screaming, and immediately he threw the baton out!

The truncheon whirled and whirled with great precision, just listened to "Bang--!" The metal echo vibrated for a long time, and the hand that was close to the stalker hit the back wall railing hard!

"Ah--"

The stalker uttered an extremely low, painful cry, which should have been hit in the arm. Yan Xiu drew his legs to catch up, but the stalker, who was stimulated by the severe pain, took a few steps to leap with his strength, and his skills were more agile than Yan Xiu imagined, and he jumped on a wall as high as a person!

The next second, the target flashed away and disappeared.

"Fuck me!" Yan Xiu cursed, leaping up to the wall, looking around amidst the exclamations of the girls behind him. However, behind the community is a large urban garden, and the car lights on the road in the distance are flashing, and the figure of the stalker has long disappeared into the dark night.

"Yan Xiu!"

Jiang stopped?

Yan Xi turned his head and saw that Jiang Ting had already arrived. There were a few security guards behind him. The brother who had just borrowed the baton in the duty room took the walkie-talkie and asked hurriedly, "It's okay, Brother Yan? Is it a thief? Is it a thief?"

In front of outsiders, Yan Xiu couldn't say anything, and vaguely agreed to jump off the fence. The security also recruited several colleagues and rushed around him and asked: "Are you stolen, Officer Strict?" "Do you want to call the police?"

"No, it's just a little thief. I will call my colleagues in the bureau to take a look tomorrow." Yan Xi said in a few words to dismiss the grateful security guards and asked them to send more staff to patrol the night. Turning his head and asking Jiang Ting in a low voice: "Why are you here?"

Jiang Ting was wearing a light gray sweater, dark gray cotton trousers and soft-soled shoes, and he was holding the house key in his hand. Probably because of the rush to walk, he was a little hoarse when he spoke: "When you haven't returned for a long time, I will go downstairs and have a look. I just ran into a group of security guards rushing here. What's the matter?"

"There is tracking," Yan Xiu said briefly.

He briefly recounted what he had just found being followed, and then he flicked a cigarette out of his pocket. The muscles of his arms were still trembling slightly after being overly tense, and he slapped the fire and took a couple of breaths. Stabilize the mood, and then handed it to Jiang Ting.

Jiang Ting took the smoke, and the light of the flame shining on his finger, the white mist of nicotine slowly dissipated under the street lamp.

Neither of them spoke. For a long while, Jiang stopped hoarsely and said: "I don't feel right."

"How?"

"There is only one person following you, and there is no gun. He ran away immediately after being found?"

"..."

Jiang Ting took a deep cigarette and raised his head, not knowing what he was thinking. The brass street lamp reflected his beautiful eyes. A few seconds later, he slowly and thoroughly spit out the white mist, saying: "Someone really wants to kill you. But according to my understanding of the king of spades, he doesn't kill people. There will only be this formation."

Yan Xiu twisted his eyebrows suspiciously.

"Let’s leave for Gongzhou tomorrow." Jiang Ting said solemnly, "It’s time to talk to Qi Sihao."

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Gongzhou.

The Grand Theatre.

The magnificent lights gradually dimmed in the hall, and the boiling voices became silent, and then the golden and red curtain was slowly opened, and the dance drama played the first note to the tide of applause.

The heavy side door behind the auditorium was pushed open a crack, and then a middle-aged man about fifty years old with gray hair came in, his sight was not yet used to the dim concert hall, he blinked his eyes hard, and suddenly his shoulder was caught Take a picture.

"...!"

The middle-aged man hasn't spoken yet, and only listens to a male voice with a heavy accent coldly saying: "Come on."

The young man who led the way was dressed in black and looked like a theater waiter, but his body and pace were far more vigorous than ordinary people, and he didn't know what was stuffed in his back pocket. The middle-aged man did not dare to scream, bowed his head and quickly followed. The two of them walked through the auditorium one after the other and followed the east spiral staircase to the second floor. Amidst the reverberating singing, they came to the middle box door. before.

"Wait," the young man dropped two words.

He knocked on the door lightly, then got into the box. The middle-aged man waited outside forcibly suppressing anxiety. It took about two or three minutes before he saw the "waiter" come out. He was still very simple and neat: "Big brother asked you to go in."

The box is facing the stage, and there are three large red sofas against the wall in the dark but spacious space, facing the wooden guardrail in a circular shape. There is a small table and two armchairs in front of the guardrail. A man wrapped in a windbreaker is sitting on the wide chair on the left with his legs crossed. He can't see his whole face because of the angle problem. From the side, he can only see his eyes staring tightly. Looking at the opera, his expression seemed interesting, his slender fingers fumbled for the peanuts in the snack nut plate placed on the small table, eating slowly one by one.

The middle-aged man was very anxious and quickly looked around the box left and right, but he could only see a few bodyguards standing in the corner with their hands behind their backs.

"You are..." the middle-aged man couldn't help but gritted his teeth, and the last trace of reason made him swallow the words "K of of Spades" abruptly.

The king of spades laughed, and put his index finger on his lips to beckon him to silence, and said, "Shhh, the thirteenth princess is out."

On the stage, the girl danced with golden fruit in the music, and the flute gradually became clear with the accompaniment of the clarinet. The last princess who came out was innocent, tender and beautiful. She made her debut in the light and cheerful melody of the violin. The prince fell in love at first sight and vowed to marry her.

"Beautiful?" The king of spades raised his chin on the stage.

Middle-aged people spit out one word: "Beautiful."

"Do you think the prince loves her?"

"...love."

The King of Spades nodded, seemingly funny: "Yeah, everyone thinks so."

"..." The middle-aged man didn't know what to say, he forced himself to stand upright, but a fine cold sweat was oozing out of his back. Perhaps having discovered this hidden fear and embarrassment, the king of spades smiled and shook his head, his knuckles banging on the table! Boom! Knocked twice.

The box door opened again, and a nurse with low eyebrows came in with the swaddling baby inside. There was a sleeping baby inside.

The middle-aged man immediately took the swaddle into his arms ecstatically: "Hee Hee, Hee Hee--"

"It is said that this girl is very good, she doesn't cry or makes trouble, she sleeps when she eats. She is a blessed child." K of spades picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, smiling: "But if there is another time Maybe she’s not so lucky, you know?"

The muscles on the middle-aged man’s face stiffened, and acupuncture-like fear pierced his heart. When he opened his mouth, he could even hear his own weakness: "I...I understand, but I just follow the process. Many people are staring, there is really no way......"

"The process has money for you to collect grass and spend A?"

The middle-aged man took a breath and his whole body froze.

"Grass on the wall, falling on both ends, it was the first to be cut when the hatchet finally fell." The king of spades raised his hand in this posture leaning against the back of the chair, with the back of his hand resting on the heart of the middle-aged man. He patted, and said earnestly: "Your 003 alarm is hard to come by. Anyway, it's hard work. Don't spoil it easily."

The middle-aged man only felt scared, his face changed, and he couldn't speak.

At this moment, the sound of the door being opened came from behind him. The bodyguard who opened the door was respectful and whispered in Burmese: "Brother Jie!"

Ajie nodded casually, walked to the king of spades and stopped, and looked up and down at the middle-aged man. His eyes are unique to snipers, especially when standing in the dark, they are as bright as a beast, and the eyebrows show undisguised coldness and fierceness, and the middle-aged people can’t help but feel chills. .

"Big brother, it is clear that the blue gold that was seized by the police to be destroyed has been sold privately." Ajie did not talk to the middle-aged man, and took out a small hand from his arms wearing fingerless gloves. Benzi said: "These people are mainly involved."

Each page of this notebook is posted with a different two-inch headshot without a headgear, and the name and official position of the person involved are recorded below. The king of spades flipped over, with a little uninterestedness, he threw the little book to the middle-aged man: "Look, there is a problem in your city bureau, and we have to help investigate it."

The middle-aged man was caught off guard and took the book with his baby. From a bunch of public titles, he caught a glimpse of the Anti-drug Detachment of Gongzhou Municipal Bureau, Criminal Investigation Detachment, Provincial Notary Office, Waste Processing Company... the highest position was actually A detachment leader named Qi Sihao.

He started to get cold on his back again: "...I understand, I will deal with it."

"Clean it up," the king of spades stared at the opera and slowly said: "The detachment leader with the surname Qi will stay first. It's useful."

Useful?

——What's the use?

Probably the middle-aged man’s doubts are too obvious in his eyes, and even Ajie can’t help asking: "How about, brother?"

"The detachment leader level has many things, leadership functions and operational authority, but it can be used more usefully. This is the reason why it is better to find a county official than to find a current manager." The king of spades asked leisurely: " Isn't this what we have proven?"

Ajie nodded his head, and the middle-aged man listened to the side, and he seemed to understand something. A person's name appeared in his heart—that was the black policeman who almost publicly defaulted in the Gongzhou system later— Jiang Ting, the former captain of the second anti-drug team.

The sudden enthusiastic applause from the audience interrupted his thoughts. The middle-aged man looked at him, and the ballet on the stage had reached its climax. Prince Ivan, who broke into the devil country to save the princess, was caught. The demon king Keschi wanted to turn the prince into stone. In desperation, the prince asked the firebird he had saved for help. The group of demons fell into a dance that never stopped, and sang songs to make them fall asleep.

Firebird led the prince to find the egg with the soul of the demon king. After breaking the egg, the demon king Keschi disappeared together with its sinful kingdom. The warriors who turned into stone statues recovered, and the princesses regained their freedom. Prince Ivan announced the marriage of the thirteenth most beautiful princess. Under the celebration of everyone, they will hold a grand ceremony in a chorus-style melody and performance. wedding.

"What a perfect ending," K of Spades sighed, "It's a pity that the real story is not what people see."

No one dared to speak, middle-aged people didn't dare to move, even Ajie stood on the side watching his nose and his heart.

"The devil kidnapped thirteen princesses, but I think what he loves and expects is the fire bird. Although the fire bird brings him death, he will only sing when the fire bird comes, otherwise the whole kingdom Even eternal life is nothing but a cold and stiff stone statue to him."

"——Perhaps the prince also loves firebirds, but it doesn’t matter. The prince is destined to be with the princess who is the right one."

No one understood what he was talking about, and the middle-aged man was stunned. I saw the king of spades stand up and move his neck in the final applause and reunion chorus, and regretfully said: "There is nothing to look at next, let's go."