Breaking Through the Clouds: 104.Chapter 104
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Yang Mei was like a prey being watched by a beast, shivering and taking a half step back. Immediately afterwards, the black-clothed man supported the railing of the corridor with one hand, and jumped down. The eagle grabbed a chicken and grabbed her neck, "Bang!" He slammed her to the wall!
"..." Yang Mei didn't even have time to call for help, and didn't even make a sound. She clasped the man's arm with both hands, but it was in vain. She only felt that her body was being picked up inch by inch against the wall, and even the toes were almost off the ground, and the weight of her whole body was hung on the fierce one that was holding her throat. On hand.
The terrible suffocation made her face blood-red in a few seconds, from red to blue, from blue to purple.
Brother Jiang... she thought vaguely.
Sorry, I may...maybe...
This last point of thinking gradually became blurred, just before she fell completely into the abyss, suddenly--
"Who?!"
The man turned his head abruptly, but it was too late. His neck was strangled from behind by a muscular elbow. That was the terrible force that was enough to choke off the throat bone. The huge force even caused him and the people to fall to the ground!
"Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough!..."
Yang Mei fell to her knees and coughed frantically. Fresh air rushed into the air duct from the injured throat bone, and coughed so hard that she almost squirted out her lungs. After coughing for more than a minute, she struggled to raise her head, wiped away the tears she coughed on her face with both hands, looked up, and hissed in surprise: "Yan Xiu!"
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One level negative.
Qi Sihao was pushed by the man in black who beat him just now, and stumbled through a corridor. He was suddenly bright in front of him-it was the underground wine cellar of the nightclub. Rows of wooden barrels and wine racks are placed against the wall, with an open space in the middle, and a chair is placed upright on the open space.
"You..." Qi Sihao seemed to recognize who the young man sitting in the chair was smoking, and couldn't help shivering: "You are..."
Ajie put his right foot horizontally on his left knee, and said softly in the curls of cigarettes: "Do you know who I am?"
Although I don’t know, I have seen or even caught it.
Qi Sihao trembles more severely, and even the naked eye can clearly see the frequency of shivering under the trousers-that was when he was still in the anti-drug detachment, in that dazzling, fabulous, young and promising river like a meteor. Stopped, when I was running errands with a dead salary; during an anti-drug operation to the dock, the front special police surrounded a highly suspicious bulletproof luxury car with guns, and then grabbed the front of the car from the back seat of the car. young people.
At that time, he was younger and more arrogant. Facing more than a dozen black holes, he stood there with a smile and raised his hands against the wind, looking at every special police officer on the scene, seemingly wanting Keeping their faces in mind. The captain of the special police unit was very uncomfortable with his gloomy gaze. He reported to the command vehicle through the walkie-talkie to catch one of the suspects. At that time, Qi Sihao clearly heard Jiang Ting’s cold voice coming from the walkie-talkie:
"Why didn't you kill it?"
"What?" The special police captain thought he hadn't heard clearly, and repeated in aggravated tone: "Report to the command vehicle. One suspect has surrendered, but he has surrendered! Please give instructions."
The channel was silent for a long time before I heard Jiang Ting say: "Let's come back with the handcuffs."
After the action was over, the young man was backcuffed and escorted into the police car. He suddenly turned his head and the eagle's sharp eyes fixed on Jiang Ting. This look made everyone who saw it feel uncomfortable. The special police was about to scold him, but he only heard him suddenly say: "I heard you want to kill me?"
No one knows how he recognized the commander-in-chief from so many police officers at a glance, or maybe it was because Jiang Ting wore a dark blue uniform with the highest police rank on his shoulders.
Jiang Ting's face that has never seen a trace of expression turned around and stared at him without any emotion, just like looking at a thief, robber, or prostitute. In this kind of condescending gaze, the young man suddenly smiled a little distortedly, and stretched out his head to speak to Jiang Ting's ear.
At that time, Qi Sihao stood farther away and couldn't hear what was being said. From the perspective of his mouth, it should be an swear word, but the surrounding special police responded more strongly, and several people snapped him back at the same time.
Jiang Ting was rather plain, moved his wrist and asked: "You say it again?"
The young man was still smiling like that, slowing down his speech and repeating it slowly, before he finished his words, he "pop!" With a loud sound, half of his body was slapped away by Jiang Ting!
Jiang Tingshoujin is definitely not joking. When the young man stood up with a breath of breath, the corners of his mouth were obviously overflowing with blood.
"Say it again," Jiang Ting said clearly.
Qi Sihao was sure that the young man was ill. He seemed to be suddenly excited by some great interest, and even scolded the **** again.
Slap! !
The sound of the slap in the face was so loud, people were even stared at from far away.
Jiang Ting said: "Say it again."
"..." The young man gasped and straightened up again.
This time, blood bleeds out between his teeth, making Senbai's teeth even more terrifying, and there is an illusion of eating blood and meat. The paradoxical sight made the surrounding special police a little chill. Someone was about to stop him, and saw him leaning over Jiang Ting’s ear, his blood-stained teeth opening and closing gently, and his tone was gentle: "Why are you so cruel? What? You know that I will be released, and the days to come will be long, don’t you?"
Jiang Ting said: "Yes."
Then he stayed still, slapped his hand hard and slapped the young man on the door of the police car!
"Next time you see him at the scene, you don't need to warn, you don't wait to resist, and you kill him on the spot." Jiang Ting took out a sterile tissue from the car, wiped his hands slowly, and said: "The responsibility is mine."
He turned and walked into the distance, while the young man was escorted by the special police and pushed roughly into the police car.
——You know I will be released.
At that time, Qi Sihao, like everyone on the scene, thought this was just ridiculous arrogance, but before long, when he sorted out the case files, he discovered that this person was actually released on bail due to insufficient evidence, and he was immediately released without being convicted. .
When he learned this, Qi Sihao stayed in the office for a long time. After the emotions of astonishment, surprise, and disbelief had subsided, an impressive picture, accompanied by fear, slowly emerged from the bottom of his heart— —
That was when the police car escorting the suspect drove away that day, the young man stared at Captain Jiang, who was facing away from him, through the rear window of the car. As the police car drove farther and farther, his venomous gaze seemed to stay in place, as if foreshadowing some kind of misfortune in the future, making everyone who noticed this shudder.
——You know I will be released.
Then he was released, smoking a cigarette leisurely at this moment, and appeared in front of Qi Sihao.
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Ajie flicked the soot, and his tone was calm and sandy, but Qi Sihao shivered again as if he was electrified: "Do you know why you are here?"
"No, no...no..."
"Calm down and stand up straight. Anyway, you are also a detachment leader."
"I don't know, they are all their masters, they are really all." Qi Sihao regretted that his intestines were all green, and kept repeating: "I just signed a word, it was me who was confused for a while, and it was me who was confused for a while. , I can get all the money back to you--"
"Money," Ajie smiled, "Money is the least valuable thing in the world."
Qi Sihao was at a loss. If he hadn't been held hostage by the killer, he would have fallen to the ground in the next moment.
"You could have as much money as you could have wanted-if you had never sold this item."
Ajie raised his hand and took out a photo from his trouser pocket, and threw it forward. The photo fell on the ground spinning, Qi Sihao conditioned his head and looked down, only the picture shows a pack of blue powder, wrapped in a transparent sealed bag, and the yellowed label in the lower right corner is written with a faded pen. Writing: Group C, 9 boxes 7704.
What is this?
Actually, as Qi Sihao said, he is only responsible for signing, and the actual operation of unpacking things, delivering them, developing offline, and selling them to various channels... these have nothing to do with him, and it is normal that they cannot be recognized.
"Do you know what this is?" Ajie slowly breathed out a puff of smoke, teasing appeared in his eyes: "This may be your prosperity in the second half of your life, or it may be your reminder."
At this moment, there was the sound of the secret door opening and closing from the depths of the wine cellar, and then the mother foreman Sang hurried over: "Brother Jie!"
As soon as Ajie looked up, the foreman whispered a few words in his ear.
Qi Sihao was in extreme panic and couldn't hear exactly what she was talking about, but then he saw that Ajie's face changed slightly: "What?"
The foreman nodded in horror.
"...This fate is really hard." Ajie said softly, not knowing who he was talking about, then got up and strode towards the exit, passing by Qi Sihao's side and said: "Look at him, don't let him He ran away."
The killer understood, and nodded.
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Fire exit.
"Giggle..."
The black-clothed man lay flat on the ground, desperately grasping Yan Xi's arm, and squeezed his fingers into the muscles alive. A few bloodstains flowed down Yan Xiuqiu's knotted elbow slowly, and gathered on the violent wrist along the forearm.
But the pain did not make Yan Xiu's expression change half. He knelt on one knee and watched the black man's face turn from purple to black, but he couldn't even send a warning or call for help. It flicked violently like a dehydrated fish, and immediately softened, and there was no more movement.
In the narrow corridor, the air seemed to be frozen, and Yang Mei was blocking her mouth.
"Huh...huh..." Yan Xiu slowly released the hand from the neck of the man in black until he confirmed that the killer was out of breath, and stood up panting.
"Yan, Yan Yan Yan Xiu, you you you..."
Yan Qi's stern silence gesture stopped Yang Mei's trembling yelling, and immediately pointed upstairs: "Go."
"Then, what do you do then? Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang..."
"Quickly go!" Yan Xi almost whispered, pulling her up by his arm roughly, pushing her up the stairs involuntarily for several steps: "Don't be long, go out and drive the back door Wait, if we don't come out within ten minutes, just leave it alone and go by yourself!"
Yang Mei almost blurted out no, but immediately afterwards, her gaze passed over Yan Xiu and fixed on a scene not far away, her teeth couldn't stop fighting.
"——Where are you going?"
A sulky voice sounded, and it turned out to be smiling, like a hungry beast finally smelled the scent of an unarmed human:
"I can't use it and leave, so please stay."
Yan Xiu turned around suddenly.
A thin and fierce figure appeared at the end of the corridor, and then the figure turned around, revealing Ajie's cold and jealous face. At that moment, Yan Xiu's shoulder and neck muscles were obviously tightened, and the two eyes collided. Ajie slowly smiled word by word: "I said that when we meet again, it will be your death date."
Yang Mei's lips trembled violently because of fear, clutching the dusty wall like a straw to prevent her knees from falling to her knees.
At this moment, she heard Yan Xiu smile slowly: "Okay."
Then Yan Xiu suddenly swooped forward, and volleyed the short knife that the man in black had dropped before--
At the same time, Ajie moved, bowed and pulled out the dagger from his calf, and rushed to Yan Xiu like lightning!
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One floor of wine cellar.
The door blocked all sounds outside, and the wine cellar was so quiet that you could even breathe. Qi Sihao was unsteady, and the sweat on his back was layer after layer, as if he had just been fished out of the water. The killer fetched the cigarette from his trouser pocket to smoke, let him go when the fire was on, and he immediately staggered twice. Almost fell.
"Now I know I'm afraid, what did you do?" The killer sneered in his nose, "If you are honest, you won't be able to share this matter with you, you are asking for it."
Qi Sihao responded.
"Who did you work under, the second anti-drug team?"
Jiang Ting's style was very tough when he was the leader of the detachment. It is impossible for him to reuse a character like Qi Sihao. Therefore, Qi Sihao's history has always been ashamed of Qi Sihao and never mentioned it.
He dealt with it carefully, and he heard the killer and said casually: "The surname Jiang is the leader of your detachment, right? This person is quite difficult."
Qi Sihao just subconsciously "huh", and suddenly he feels wrong, difficult?
What is difficult?
Didn't Jiang Ting die neatly?
"But then it was said that he was still dead," the killer snorted: "That's the end of the fight against our boss."
Qi Sihao was uncertain in his heart, wondering if the killer was purely a threat or implying something. Could it be that he was fighting against these drug dealers, and now he will end up like Jiang Ting?
Are they trying to kill him here? !
The killer didn’t notice Qi Sihao’s pale face, and didn’t know what he was thinking of. He raised the corners of his mouth maliciously: “He has a way to heaven, he doesn’t go, he has no way to hell. The unlucky one was once his..."
"I am not! I am not!" Qi Sihao sharply cried out: "I am not the same person with the surname Jiang. You can't kill me! You kill me and things will not be so easy to clean up!" /
The killer mocked: "You? What are you? You are not like an ant if you really want to kill you. Even the surname Jiang is no longer good, you know he ended up--"
Puff.
It was actually a very small sound, but the killer's movements suddenly stopped, his body swayed forward, and his cigarette **** slipped to the ground from his fingers.
Qi Sihao widened his eyes in fear, and his pupils clearly reflected the last scene of the killer during his lifetime-he seemed to want to look back to see who killed him, but he was no longer strong enough to support this last action. He gurgled blood from the position of his left chest and heart, and then he kept this half-turned head posture, boom! Falling to the ground, dust and smoke splashed all over the floor.
"Who...who," Qi Sihao took a half step back nervously: "Come out...ahhhhhhhh!!"
After the corpse fell to the ground, the scene behind him was revealed. Among the rows of wine racks, Jiang Ting dropped the gun in his hand and threw the mineral water bottle on the muzzle for silencer, bending over to pick up the one that fell on the ground. Metal bullet case.
"You, Jiang, Team Jiang..." Qi Sihao suspected that he was dreaming. He thumped and fell and crawled backwards: "Are you a ghost or-or-ah ah ah don't Come here! Don't come here!"
"You and I are indeed not the same," Jiang Ting said flatly.
His tone was still unquestionably cold and tough as before, and he stepped forward, knelt on one knee beside the **** corpse of Shang Zi, and said, "Shut up if you don't want to die."
Qi Sihao gasped quickly, as if he was truly in a terrifying nightmare. He saw Jiang Ting pull out the folding knife from under his coat, clicked and ejected the blade, pierced into the bullet hole in the left chest of the corpse, then dug a few times, clinked, and pried it out from between the ribs. Flesh-stained bullets.
Jiang Ting picked up the bullet from the ground and motioned to the sleepwalking Qi Sihao: "Come on."