Silent Reading Chapter 173: Edmund Dantes (44)

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The expected explosion did not sound.

"There are bombs buried in the ground. On the old site of the Heng'an Welfare Institute, from the buildings of the year to the backyard," Luo Wenzhou said, "We have already demolished--Zhang Ju, the orphanage has been demolished for many years. How much did you hate it back then, this place has become like this, what's the point?"

Zhang Chunjiu slowly put down his hand holding the detonator.

Luo Wenzhou held down the earphone with one hand. Although he wished to go along with the phone now, he still had to deal with the person in front of him first: "It's all over, Zhang Ju."

Zhang Chunjiu put a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Oh, isn't it?"

Luo Wenzhou was surprised that something was wrong. The next moment, a heat wave exploded. The loud noise made him lose his hearing for a short time. Something hits the body armor. He seemed to be pushed hard and his pupils were strong. Shrinking sharply under the stimulation of light-the "Zhang Chunling" hiding in the crowd behind Zhang Chunjiu exploded!

The flesh and blood that couldn’t be distinguished from the original face flew up in the fire. There was a man who raised his hand and surrendered right next to the human body. One of the two arms he raised was missing. Being singed down, I don't know if he was shocked or something, he stood still and didn't move, and screamed screamingly.

All the explosion-proof shields were lifted at the same time, and the well-trained special police immediately separated to find the shelter. Zhang Chunjiu rushed forward and fell heavily to the ground. His back seemed to be on fire, hot and painful. The hustling earth and rocks splashed on him, he saw the police in a mess, his ears roared, and he could not hear anything. He could only feel a graceful explosion from the tremors of the earth.

The smell of blood and gunpowder is too strong. The only drawback is that the ground that has been repaired many times has changed, and it has become a mixture of asphalt, cement, and rubber... It is no longer the smelly mud that year. Land now.

Zhang Chunjiu can smell the smell of mud in his dreams, because his head was stepped on more than once when he was young, and the unforgettable hatred followed, and the toxins penetrated into the mud. Until now, it has been tossed for many years. The venom finally broke out like a blowout.

Excluding the fat man who pretended to be Zhang Chunling, he brought a total of five people, and each of them had a small encrypted safe. Zhang Chunjiu told them that there were emergency cash and gold bars in it, so they were held separately and next to their bodies. Custody, the person who pretends to be Zhang Chunling does not need to carry the bag himself, so the bombs are hidden in the fake stuffing on his lower abdomen.

He made two-handed preparations. In case the underground bomb cannot be detonated, five human bombs/bombs are enough to blow this place up to the sky—the policemen present are all backed up, and they will face a bunch of them. The corpse was fragmented, and the forensic doctors might have to work overtime until the Lantern Festival to separate the mixed flesh and blood. Zhang Chunling had already escaped.

He planned well.

The most important thing is that, in this way, he can be a hundred happily, without falling into the hands of the police and being cross-examined and interrogated by them.

They are not qualified—no one in this world is qualified to convict him.

Zhang Chunjiu fell on the ground, turned his head slightly, and looked in the direction of the stadium. The small driving range separated by the protective fence looked at him quietly and silently. Then the driving range gradually melted and turned into the old fence surrounded by iron fences. On the courtyard wall, the children watched him silently and lifelessly, like a row of gloomy little ghosts.

He laughed at them.

At this moment, Zhang Chunjiu's chest was empty, and the hallucinations of the old courtyard wall and the little ghosts quickly disappeared. He was roughly picked up from the ground. Zhang Chunjiu's eyes were still dazzling, and he didn't figure out what was going on for a while, his wrists When something was buckled, Luo Wenzhou grabbed his collar and shouted something. Zhang Chunling suddenly widened his eyes, and then realized that something was wrong.

The trembling ground has ceased!

Zhang Chunjiu's strength, not knowing where, suddenly broke free from Luo Wenzhou's hands, and suddenly turned around--except for the fat man who pretended to be Zhang Chunling, the other five "bombs/bombs" were all dumb! Those cowards shuddered and hid in a group, and ignored the suitcases on their bodies. One of the suitcases fell open, and a pile of waste paper and stones fell out of it, and the original bomb/bullet disappeared!

Most of the old newspapers stuffed in the suitcase have been scorched by the fire. One of them flew lightly in front of Zhang Chunjiu. There are still some faintly identifiable handwritings. The date is 14 years ago, and the report is about the Louvre fire— —

Zhang Chunjiu hissed and roared, and the police rushed up and pressed him to the ground.

Luo Wenzhou handcuffed Zhang Chunjiu and immediately threw him to a colleague. He raised his hand to wipe off a small mouth on his forehead. He called back the phone that had just been broken somehow, and Tao Ran was shut down!

It took Tao Ran for an unknown period of time to get rid of the nightmare. When he woke up, it was still pitch black outside. He didn't even know how long he was in a coma. The whole person was panicked and confused. The first reaction was to grab the phone and call Luo Wenzhou, who knew that before he had time to speak, there was a loud noise on the other end of the phone, and Tao Ran shivered in fright. He rolled off the chair and dropped the cell phone battery. As a patient with a hemiplegia, Tao Ran had to use the strength of breastfeeding before turning himself over and hurriedly crawling all over the floor to fumble for mobile phone parts.

Luo Wenzhou made a single phone call six times and couldn't get through. When he thought of Tao Ran's "Fei Du" that didn't follow, his heart was about to explode. For a while, his mind went blank.

At this time, a colleague next to him has quickly checked the suspect’s other flammable and explosive materials, and a policeman ran over: "Team Luo, one died and the other was seriously injured. It seems that Zhang Chunling was the person who died, and the explosives were probably close to him. Pretending to be."

Luo Wenzhou's finger almost subconsciously hung up the dial again: "Impossible, Zhang Chunling can't be the first person to explode/bomb, and the fat man just didn't say a word just now, not like Zhang Chunling's style. , It should be a cover."

"Huh? Under the guise?" The colleague understood, and looked at Zhang Chunjiu who was stuffed into the police car not far away with some complicated eyes. "You mean Zhang Ju...No, Zhang...Who, he personally We pulled away to cover Zhang Chunling? Where did Zhang Chunling go?"

Luo Wenzhou didn't take care of answering—the phone was connected for the seventh time!

Tao Ran slumped on the ground, feeling that he was inhumane, and pantingly said to Luo Wenzhou: "Fei Du... Fei Du gave me medicine, I... I don't know where he went now..." /

Tao Ran said, looking back, the computer he used to check Hao Zhenhua’s information was on, and under the screen was the walkie-talkie and his other mobile phone—many police officers usually use two mobile phones, their own There is also a private mobile phone that is uniformly allocated by the unit, which is generally dedicated for office use.

"He moved my computer, walkie-talkie, and office phone before he left." Tao Ran dragged his self-filled leg with difficulty, moved to the chair and turned on the computer, "I just followed you just now. The situation of Zhang Ju, and the circle of friends sent by Zhang Donglai...his, this bastard!"

Tao Ran tried to climb up the chair. He was unsuccessful. He couldn't hold back. He burst out a **** that was rare in twenty years: "The photo Zhang Donglai sent is very wrong. He didn't send it to us, but..."

Luo Wenzhou's nerves have been strained on Zhang Chunjiu before he has time to think about it. At this time, after listening to Tao Ran's words, he has already remembered. He raised his head quickly and looked at Zhang Chunjiu. The blood from Zhang Chunjiu's ears has dried up. , Looking at him coldly through the car window.

Zhang Chunjiu only mentioned Fei Du on purpose. It should be to distract him and detonate the bomb smoothly... But why did he mention Fei Du? Who did Fei Du show the two photos using Zhang Donglai's account? Where is Zhang Chunling?

Also... Zhang Chunjiu has prepared for such a long time drama. It shouldn't be the effect of one death and one serious injury. Where are the other bombs/bombs? Why didn't they bomb?

Several police officers who dealt with the scene were rushing to collect the broken newspapers that leaked from their suitcases. Luo Wenzhou glanced at it and understood something in an instant. Before Tao Ran could say anything, he hung up the phone. He gritted his teeth and dialed another number: "Lu, Bureau, you, okay, ah."

Fei Du was awakened. As soon as his consciousness recovered a little, he was picked up and thrown out of the car. It was dim all around. His feet were still soft, and he staggered and tied up. The hands behind him couldn't keep his balance, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment.

The blood sticking to his body made him want to vomit, and Fei Du was too lazy to struggle, he just turned over casually in the posture of falling to the ground, and laughed.

The driver who caught him didn't see him being so arrogant, and kicked him on his chest: "What a laugh!"

Fei Du is really not an individual player. He flew to the ground along the opponent’s shadowless feet for a while, coughing immediately, and his long **** hair hanging down, covering one of his eyes. Okay. After a while, he came up with a stuck breath and sighed in a low voice. He said, "It's so barbaric, Teacher Fan, this friend of yours has been acting on me all the way, anti-intellectual, it's too No taste."

"The Barbarian" heard these words and immediately took a step forward, intending to let him know what the real maneuvering is. At this moment, there was a cough that sounded a little weak not far away. A man opened his mouth like a lack of energy and blood: "Okay, don't make people laugh."

The barbaric driver who kidnapped the ticket heard this, and in the blink of an eye he changed from a bruised and blood-sucking beast to a domesticated animal. He obediently responded and stepped back.

Fei Du turned his head strenuously and saw a woman walking over with a wheelchair—if Luo Wenzhou was here, he would recognize it. The woman pushing the wheelchair was the one who stuffed him with a note in Hongfu Grand View. That lady at the front desk.

And there is a man sitting in a wheelchair, his inherent skeleton barely supports the tall skin of others, but he is already thin, he wears a simple woolen hat on his head, and his neck hangs weakly. On one side, watching Fei Du with a smile but a smile...

Even if this person had left a dazzling stab in the depths of his consciousness, Fei Du barely recognized it.