Breaking Through the Clouds: 16.Chapter 16

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At the junction of the inner and outer window sills, the wooden frame is covered with oily stains left over from the smoke and fire for many years, and on the black dirt, there are several extremely unclear horizontal edges.

——Shoe prints.

Yan Xi leaned out and observed carefully for a long time, and finally found the traces of climbing on the fire ladder close to the wall outside the tube building.

Yan Xiu motioned Jiang to stop and wait a while, then made a call: "Hey Lao Qin..."

"Where are you?" Qin Chuan was obviously driving on the phone, with a very noisy background: "We have already searched Fan Zhengyuan's house for a round, and we will report to you in detail when we return to the bureau. The other shelter is The Yihong Bathing Beach in the North District, I heard the informant say why you didn’t go there?"

"I asked Ma Xiang to lead people there, why?"

"Hi," Qin Chuan said with a smile: "Those hundred and eighty Hatano Yui, but you don't want to see it by yourself, you can't blame me, brother."

"On that kind of place..." Yan Xiu caught a glimpse of Jiang Ting from the corner of his eyes, and suddenly felt that he had to protect his personal image, so the conversation suddenly changed: "Who is Hatano Yui, what do you think? Is it so nasty?"

Qin Chuan: "...?????"

"Stop talking nonsense, I have some new clues in Hu Weisheng's rented house. Please stop by when you get closer." Yan Xi said before Qin Chuan answered: "If there is nothing to do. Hang up first, come quickly! Bye bye!"

Jiang Ting took pictures of the shoe prints and kept them, and he held the wall with one hand, and wanted to climb the fire ladder outside the window. However, when he was halfway through his uneasy movements, Yan Xiu pulled his shoulders down and scolded: "What are you doing? Go back."

Yan Xi pushed Jiang Ting behind him, tightened his gloves, grabbed the window frame with a "hum", and soared into the air cleanly. He got out of the window and hung on the fire ladder unprotected. Go up, the probe looks at the top of the building: "Fuck!"

"Have something?"

"The surname Hu is an individual talent," Yan Xiu said loudly, climbing up to the top of the building, reaching out and dragging Jiang Pao up.

The thermal insulation felt on the roof of the top floor has been rotten to the ground. Garbage, waste building materials, and broken pipes fill this space. The corridor iron doors at both ends of the roof were mottled and rusty, and they were already locked. On the edge, three illegal buildings were built with bricks and iron sheets, and there was a humming of generators.

"The self-built small penthouse on the top floor is quite creative. It's a pity that Hu Weisheng didn't go to learn a plasterer." Yan Xiu approached the hut and looked inside and asked, "How did you think of pushing the window? Don't tell me your intuition!"

In the evening, when the typhoon was strong, Jiang Ting wrapped tightly his jacket with one hand, and covered his mouth and nose with one hand, and said dullly: "Sixth sense."

"..." Yan Xiu asked: "Are you a woman?"

Jiang Ting looked back at him, without any indication, his white upper eyelids were slightly red from the cold.

Yan Xi glanced at him several times, "Got a police flower, stand outside, I'll go in and take a look."

A row of three huts, Yan Xiu entered the one on the far left, and the door made of plywood opened with a push of his hand. The dust exploded from the room made Yan Xiu cough several times. When the dust was almost dispersed, he bent over and got in under the lighting of his mobile phone. Only four or five dangdang debris piled up in this place. With a square meter of space, there is no place to turn around.

The cabinets covered with spider webs are piled with various plastic products and broken copper and iron, which are usually difficult to see utensils. Some are wrapped in plastic cloth, and some are covered with yellowish white cloth.

Looking at the shape of the pile of equipment, Yan Xiu knew what he was doing. He took dozens of photos in a hurry, and then he didn't think it was dirty, and lifted the cloth against the dust.

Dropping bottle, reaction tank, heater, dehydrator...

Yan Xi took a half step back.

——There are a lot of poison-making tools hidden among the many spider webs!

"...Strict team."

The night wind roars in the dusk outside the house. Jiang Ting's line of sight patrolled the rooftops, and landed on the tin room not far from where the generator was making sound. He hesitated a little, and repeated: "Strict team?"

Everything in the room is all about. I don't know what Yan Xiu is doing.

Jiang Ting narrowed his eyes, thought for a while, and finally walked over.

The window of the tin room is covered with plastic sheeting, and the iron lock is hanging imaginary, so you can enter by gently pulling the latch. This room is different from the other two. The dark and narrow shabby room is relatively empty. Generators are piled up in the corner. Electric wires of several different colors lead to the half-person high felt cloth at the other end of the iron house.

Jiang Ting pressed his hand on the felt, determined that there should be a cuboid electrical appliance underneath, and lifted the heavy felt with force.

With this action, a dry ash rose up into the sky. Jiang Ting looked away and coughed a few times before stopping. Unsurprisingly, under the felt, it was a small single-door refrigerator.

I don't know why Jiang Ting's fingers were a little unstable. He opened the refrigerator door, and there were a bunch of bottles and cans in the freezer.

The transparent beaker and the opaque brown medicine bottle are chaotically placed together, most of them are empty, and traces of different colors still remain at the bottom of the glassware. Only a few glass bottles still have solution, because they are not sealed well, they give off a pungent chemical smell.

In the groove on the inside of the refrigerator door, there is a bulging bag stuffed with a bag, which is tightly wrapped by layers of newspapers.

Jiang Ting's heart beat wildly, his face changed slightly, and he gently pushed the newspaper away.

Inside is a light blue powder sealed in a small bag.

Jiang Ting knelt on one knee and half-kneeled on the ground. His pupils rapidly expanded and contracted. He reached out and lifted the half-slap-sized sealed bag, and saw a yellowed label on the lower right corner, writing with a pen. With a few words-"Nine Boxes of Group C 7704", the ink has begun to fade.

Jiang Ting stared straight at the label, the faint chill of the cold storage room enveloped this square inch of land, and his face became pale in the dimness.

The existence of the powder is not unexpected, but why is this line of words?

How could this line of pen characters appear here? !

A certain segment of the flashlight between the flashlight and the fire floated from the depths of memory. It was a more vacant and darker factory warehouse, with countless packages of the same powder piled together, like a blue ghost wandering deep in the hell. They were packed and sealed by forklifts, and boxes were loaded onto trucks. In the distance, heavy rain poured down in the dark night, and the street lights flickered with wild green shadows.

"Six billion," someone said with a smile behind him, gentle like a devil's nickname:

"You see, earthly happiness is so valuable."

For several seconds, Jiang Ting’s breathing almost stopped, and then he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again. This action forced him to press all the surprises into a flat surface and freeze them under the thick ice called calm; then he crumpled the newspaper into a ball and threw it back into the refrigerator compartment, got up, closed the refrigerator door, and recovered it with felt. Tucked the small packet of powder into the trouser pocket.

At that moment, someone grabbed his wrist.

Yan Xiu's voice coldly said behind him: "Take it out."

Jiang Ting's body was slightly stiff, his hands were not relaxed in his trouser pockets, and he slowly turned around: "Captain Yan..."

"Take it out." Yan Xiu had dark eyes and said, "Don't force me to do it."

In just a few seconds, it was as long as a confrontation. Not long after, Jiang Ting's tight forearm muscles finally relaxed, and Yan Xiu was pulled out of his pocket and took the bag of drugs in his palm.

"Why?"

Jiang stopped and lifted his jaw slightly, without answering.

Yan Xi took out the phone, pressed the three numbers 1, 1, and 0 in front of him, and moved his thumb above the dial-out button. Against the last light of the door, he couldn't see the expression on his face, but his voice seemed to freeze: "One last time, Jiang Ting. If you still don't have an answer, I will send you to Gongzhou tonight. "

"..." After a long silence, Jiang Ting said, "There is no why, maybe because I take drugs?"

After the freezing silence, Jiang Ting suddenly jumped forward. He was pulled up by Yan Xiu's collar abruptly, and then forcibly dragged outside the house.

This kind of trick like carrying a chicken cub made people unable to breathe or even make a sound. Struggling, Zhong Jiang stopped not knowing how many things he knocked over, and then kicked to the door frame, a small piece of cement and sand poured out of his brain. Instead, he grabbed Yan Xi's hand and tried to break it apart, but he could not shake the steel-like restraint. He was pushed forward violently until he left the door, staggering a few steps and almost falling down.

"Ahem!..."

Jiang Ting clutched his throat and could hardly catch his breath. He was fluttered before his eyes, and he straightened up for a long while, hoarsely saying: "You..."

Yan Xi grabbed his jaw, his handsome face was full of anger, just about to say something, suddenly his face changed slightly: "Be careful!"

Jiang Ting was pushed behind him by Yan Xi before he had time to react. In the chaos, he felt the strong wind sticking to his auricle. He turned his head violently, and saw that someone else came up on the rooftop at some point!

The change came too fast, and when the night fell, the visual conditions were very poor, and I couldn't see what the people looked like at all. I saw the sharp light of the sword flashing away. At this time, Yan Xiu's reaction was swift, and he raised his hand to accurately frame the arm of the incoming person, and then slammed the opponent's shoulder with an elbow!

Boom——

The sneak attacker took this elbow abruptly, and the dagger in his hand fell. Unexpectedly, he didn't even hum, kicked the dagger with the tip of the knife, grabbed the handle of the knife with his backhand and swung it horizontally-Yan Xi's body was leaning back at the moment of the moment, and the blade was swept past the bridge of his nose!

At that moment, Yan Xiu realized that the other party was extremely professional, and without looking back, he yelled at Jiang Ting: "--Go!"

Jiang stopped for a while.

The opponent grabbed Yan Xiufei's kicking leg, and the tip of the knife was cut to his knees. Yan Xiu vacated the air and kicked his chest back. But his physical fitness is very strong, he stabilized his figure in just two steps, leaned over like lightning to avoid the counterattack, grabbed the gravel on the ground and splashed his hand——

Yan Xiu conditioned to stop, but the dust got in his eyes, and it was too late.

At the same time as the severe pain came, the thigh was cold and hot, and he knew that he was stabbed by a knife. But when people are highly nervous, they don't feel pain. Yan Xiu is very sturdy. He didn't even think about the danger of blood loss from the aorta. He lifted his foot and kicked the opponent's dagger fiercely.

The dagger whirled on the roof railing and fell downstairs.

The visitor snorted because he was kicked in the wrist with the knife, but the ending sound rose coldly, but it was not so much caused by pain, it was a mockery.

——The sound made Yan Xiu know his age, he should be a young man.

What is the identity of the other party?

What is the purpose of ambushing the detective?

The dust made Yan Xiu unable to see anything clearly. In an instant, his arm was grabbed by someone, and he twisted into a beautiful over-the-shoulder fall. This person is definitely a master of fighting. Yan Xi's height of nearly 1.9 meters makes him exhale a hollow circle. However, at the moment of landing, Yan Xi's fighting consciousness for many years makes him hook the back of the opponent's neck with feelings. ,boom! With two loud noises, both of them were knocked to the ground at the same time!

Almost immediately, the two of them fought in one place. Yan Xiu couldn't see anything at all, and was punched several times. He felt that the other party quickly searched his pockets, and then took his back pants. I found something in the bag.

——The bag of drugs!

The visitor gave a low laugh, pinched Yan Xi's neck to lift him up, and leaned heavily on the roof railing. With more than 80 kilograms of weight and momentum, the railing suddenly made a precarious sound!

The palm strength that the professional killer squeezed the human throat bone is really no joke, and it's glorious to have died at the moment when it was replaced by another policeman. Yan Xi grabbed the opponent's hand pinching his throat, gritted his teeth and forcibly endured the sharp pain in his eyes: "You...that...killed Fan Zhengyuan..."

Ajie didn't expect that he would be recognized. "Oh?" he said, "I didn't expect your police to come so quickly. You didn't have to die."

Yan Xiu's arms violently blue veins: "I think the one who is going to die... It's you fucking!"

All the movements happened in the blink of an eye. Yan Xiu suddenly exerted force under his feet and swept the opponent's ankles, breaking the evenly matched confrontation immediately. A Jie staggered and almost fell, but Yan Xiu couldn't see it, so he avoided the pursuit, and a carp stood up and grabbed Yan Xi's shoulder.

"..." A Jie cursed in a low voice, put his shoulder against Yan Xiu, and threw him onto the railing with a fierce blow!

Crack--

At the moment the metal deformation occurred, Yan Xiu had already twisted his opponent's shoulders and necks. As long as he exerted his force, he could throw the professional assassin down the stairs. But in the time that was less than one thousandth of a second, the iron railings that had been rusted to death by wind and rain for many years could not bear the weight of the two, and the entire row leaned toward the outside of the rooftop!

Said the time is too late and then the time is fast, Yan Xiu and Ajie both slipped at the same time.

Jiang stopped speaking: "Yan..."

But before he took a step, the cold, hard muzzle was silently pressed against the back of his head.

A familiar voice with a smile said softly in his ear: "Don't move."