Apocalyptic Forecast

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There was silence throughout the Special Affair Department.

Everyone seemed to feel that the volcano was about to erupt. When passing by the director's office, they always crept, fearing that a loud noise would trigger the bomb inside and be overwhelmed by anger.

"You scared them."

Director Fu sighed helplessly and looked at the quietly floating shadows outside the false door, pouring tea into the cup in front of the girl.

"Afraid of anything? Are you afraid of my cripple?"

Ai Qing seemed to be amused, but there was no slight smile on his face or in his pupils: "Relax, no matter how unbearable, I won't be sloppy in the Special Affair Department."

"No, I want to persuade you to calm down."

Director Fu took the head and wanted to smoke, but he seemed to remember something. Hesitated for a long time, and finally put up a sleeve and put a piece of nicotine on his arm.

"Whether it is the Astronomical Society or the Social Security Bureau, in the final analysis, it is still necessary to act in accordance with the regulations. Since there are rules, there must be some unpleasant places. You don't need to put too much pressure on yourself."

"To be honest, I don't worry about Qi asked."

Ai Qing sneered indifferently: "No matter how much it looks like a person, in the bones is still the habit of being a dog in those years, and with a little 2 bone, he is showing off everywhere.

In the case of Pian An, Yin Family has no way to take him for the time being, but his brain is drawn to Jinling's quagmire. Don't even think about it, he is even more powerful. Is there the prestige of the Huai family?

In less than two years, he will be eaten clean by those clan knocking bones together...when the time comes, I'm afraid he would also like to thank Yin Family for watching him keep a dog's life in the past.

My concern is People Of The Pure Land.

In this case, the question asked by Qi is not critical, but the problem is that all the clues we can find were destroyed by Qi's self-assured bastard! "

She knocked on the handrails expressionlessly: "Now we have only one shit, but a pile of corpses and a ruin.

In this case, if the group of guys really have any movements, we are simply sitting still! "

Director Fu didn't speak anymore, just rolled up his sleeves anxiously, and posted 2 nicotine stickers.

For so many days, whether it is internal announcements or private exchanges between colleagues, they have almost all understood the surrounding situation and the large-scale mobilization that People Of The Pure Land has not had in recent years.

Not only New Ocean, anomalies have been found in more than 7 cities, and almost the entire eastern Xia coastal area is covered.

It’s another border war if you don’t pay attention. When the time comes, I don’t know how many people will be affected.

No one wants to let sparks explode within their own jurisdiction, whether from the perspective of duty or professional life.

It can make Ai Qing feel uneasy more than that.

What other things made her irritable and even angry.

It's as if going out and forgetting to bring the key and turning off the faucet. The hunch is lingering. When you know your damn instinct is about to start working again, it's hard to relax.

Even though this part can be appreciated by many people, few people can appreciate how disgusted Ai Qing itself is.

Especially when you don’t know when the shoes upstairs will fall off, it is even more disgusting.

This anxiety lingered in her mind until a certain moment, she finally found the source of this anomaly, suddenly stood up, propped her cane and returned to the door of the interrogation room, looking around all around.

The empty corridor, the trash cans that can be seen everywhere, and the ashtray on the top of the trash can, the little bottle that is unsightly.

Ai Qing reached up and picked up the thumb-thick bottle, with a drop of light purple liquid remaining inside.

It smells slightly bitter, like some kind of medicine.

The response of the portable test paper is orange red.

She can conclude that this is some kind of medicine from the border, and the orange red phase is between red representing stimulants and yellow representing tranquilizers.

She looked towards Director Fu: "Who else has just been here?"

Director Fu was confused, and he passed a subordinate who had just sorted out the notes, and the subordinates looked at them with confusion.

"Are you saying Huai Shi?" The subordinate thought for a moment and looked towards Ai Qing: "Aren't you all together?"

Pa!

The bottle broke to the ground.

at last……

When the other boot was finally thrown downstairs, Ai Qing found that besides being stunned and shocked, he felt a relief.

"What's wrong?" Chief Fu asked.

Ai Qing propped on his crutches and waved his hand weakly: "Now go to count your attendants, focusing on the armed guards and the weapons and equipment on them."

With commendable trust and understanding, even if Ai Qing not at all made any explanations, Director Fu tentatively gave orders according to her requirements.

Soon after a short search and inventory, today's attendance and actual records were handed over.

There is no shortage of armed guards with live ammunition.

However, there was a mistake in the attendance record. Someone disappeared. Soon, the missing person was found from the toilet cubicle. The body was also tied with rope, and the mouth was covered with tape. He was struggling.

"Lao Wang?" Director Fu stunned.

As soon as the tape was torn apart, the Pharaoh coughed violently and shouted loudly: "It's Huai Shi, it's Huai Shi...He took the key...the key to the arsenal!"

"Really, it sucks..."

In a moment of silence, Ai Qing leaned on the corner and closed his eyes tiredly.

This bastard.

Do you know what you did?

Soon, under the surveillance, the shadow of a teenager walked out of the arsenal with a travel bag.

With an automatic rifle, 6 magazines, 2 pistols and 50 rounds of pistol bullets, 6 grenades, 2 pieces of plastic explosives, etc...

It's like visiting a supermarket.

Loaded.

With a calm smile, he stopped a taxi and went away silently.

Director Fu was crazy when he saw this.

Damn, I should have killed this bastard on the spot!

He pulled the sweaty guard and asked loudly, "How long has he gone?"

"2, 20 minutes..."

"20 minutes? A dog can find something wrong in 20 minutes, aren't you even as good as a dog!" Chief Fu was furious and almost tore his hands apart.

Seeing Ai Qing next to him calmly starting to drink tea, he became more and more irritable: "How come you are not in a hurry?"

"Is it useful to hurry?"

Ai Qing put down the teacup and sighed softly: "If you really want to start preparing for something and so on, maybe we can start to discuss which style Qi Qi asked for the funeral is better."

20 minutes?

Don't crack a joke, the daylily has been cold for 3 crops.

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Twenty minutes ago, the heavy rain poured.

On the viaduct, the taxi galloped and broke through the layers of rain curtains. There were also disco songs from the disco more than ten years ago. The driver shook his head and hummed along with the song as the Buddha disk hanging from the rearview mirror rotated.

On the first officer, the teenager with a huge travel bag stared blankly at the rain curtain outside the window, as if looking at the black flying bird in the sky faintly discernible.

"Little Brother, this doesn't work."

The driver said, "You have been in the bus for half a day, and people who have no destination have driven them forward. Now they are on the high speed. At least tell me where are you going?

not equal to me Find a place for you, how about changing your car? I will charge you 20 yuan less. "

In silence, the teenager just looked quietly out of the window, as if not speaking, until the driver asked to ask again when he could not ask again.

"No Master, just put me here."

"Elevated? Little Brother, don't you die?"

The driver looked at him in amazement: "Stop here to deduct points!"

"It's okay."

The teenager took out a folding raincoat from his travel bag and put it on his body neatly, "when the time comes, you said that I was intimidated."

With that said, he unzipped the travel bag and showed him the guns and bullets glowing with copper.

Suddenly, a sudden brake, the rental parked on the elevated car, and almost caused rear-end rear-end, provoked an angry horn.

The driver's face diedly pale and raised his hands: "Little Brother spares me, I, I still have a family to support...I only have so much money...not enough for me to get..."

The teenager laughed, shook his head and took out his mobile phone, scanning the code to pay, and gave him three times the price.

"Trouble you."

He pushed the car door by carrying the bag and said goodbye politely: "Wish you a happy life and goodbye."

The door was closed.

In the torrential rain, the taxi accelerated wildly and ran away.

Leave Huai Shi alone.

The thick rain curtain seems to have swallowed everything, countless rain shattered in an instant, set off a roar that the world is broken, apart from this, but it was a heart-wrenching silence.

Everything became foggy, only the traffic lights under the elevated lights were shining red light.

The vehicles that traveled from the rain and fog disappeared in the rain and fog, just like the running monster.

In the middle of these countless steel monsters, Huai Shi stood at the center of the viaduct, stooped down to put down his travel bag, and placed the pistol, magazine and bullets on the vest under his raincoat.

Divided into categories.

Put these on the left, those on the right, and some in the middle.

So gradually heavier.

So gradually enriched.

It was as if he had recovered his internal organs one by one, as if they were also beating in his empty heart, and he returned to his integrity step by step.

The empty body seemed to welcome the soul.

Until the end, he picked up the heavy automatic rifle and hung it on his shoulder.

In a trance, Huai Shi seemed to be finally complete.

But it seems to be almost.

It wasn't until he finally remembered that he put the headphones hanging in the neckline into his ears, and then, with a violent drumming and bass sound, this too noisy silence was torn apart.

"Hashelosthismind?canheseeorisheblind?"

The teenager's finger hit the gun body and hummed softly with the song, "canhewalkatall'orifhemoveswillhefall?"

Does he still have reason?

Is he blinded?

Can he move forward?

Or will he fall down as soon as he moves?

In the long or short wait, he shook his head rhythmically, hovering above the rain and fog, like an invisible soul, and let those heavy vehicles roar past.

As if waiting for the bell to ring in the distance.

Until the dark birds once again crossed the shadow from the rain curtain.

He lifted the gun in his hand at a moderate pace, pressed it against his shoulders, pulled out the insurance, and stared at the gradually emerging silhouette in the rain curtain through the rain left on the hood.

The high beam light illuminated his eyes.

At that moment, he pulled the trigger.