Ninth Special District

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"Weng!"

The car motor roared, and the body rushed straight ahead.

"Squeak!"

The sound of the brakes rose, the motorcycle turned its tail on the slippery snow and ice road, and the gunman on the car raised his right arm and fired two more shots.

"Kang!"

"Boom!"

The left wheel burst on the rear side of the car, and the body suddenly lost its balance. When it crashed against the courtyard wall of the courtyard, it brought a burst of Mars visible to the naked eye and continued to push forward for three or four meters before it stopped.

The gunman on the motorcycle changed his second gun sharply, then twisted the throttle and rushed up again.

"Old Yang!"

When the daughter-in-law rushed out of the gate of the courtyard, she shouted in horror.

After the motorcycle drove forward a few meters, the gunman raised his right arm again, and the muzzle rushed towards the driver.

Inside the car, Lao Yang's nostrils bleed into the nostrils, his head raised in a daze.

"Kang Kang Kang Kang ...!"

A series of gunshots exploded, **** mists appeared in the car, and Lao Yang's body trembled, and he was directly slapped against the dirty seat.

The gunman glanced coldly into the car, screwed the throttle to the end, and fled through the alley.

"Weng!"

At the crossroads of Hutong, the police used a cross-country vehicle to rush out, and Qin Yu in the car just saw the running motorcycle.

"Catch up, catch up with him!" Qin Yu pulled out the gun for the first time, glared at Zhu Wei and yelled.

Zhu Wei also responded quickly, shaking the steering wheel steadily with both hands, leaning the body to the left, slamming on the accelerator and chasing forward.

Forward.

The gunman heard a car in the back and looked back suddenly.

"Kang Kang Kang ...!"

Qin Yu lowered the window, and his upper body completely protruded out of the car, firing several shots at the motorcycle.

"puff!"

A cloud of blood burst from the right shoulder of the gunman's left side. The motorcycle wobbled a moment. The front of the car rubbed the wall and blamed the left fork.

"Fuck!"

The gunman's eyes were red, and after turning around to look around, he kicked his legs and kicked the **** bin standing on the side of the road, then stuck against the narrow fork and continued to flee forward.

Three or four seconds later, the SUV turned to the left fork, followed by a muffled noise from the left front wheel, which crushed the trash can across the road.

The off-road vehicle was suffocated by fire, and Qin Yu looked up again at the relatively flexible motorcycle and saw that it had turned again and disappeared.

"It's over, it's suffocating!" Zhu Wei started the car again and fell backwards.

"Can't catch up." Qin Yu said in a hurry: "Reverse, go back and see, hurry!"

Zhu Wei heard the news.

...

In front of the Yang Family's courtyard.

"Boom!"

The door of the off-road vehicle was pushed open, and old Yang was planted from the driving position.

"Old Yang!"

After his wife exclaimed, she ran pale.

Lao Yang supported the ground with his hands and slowly stood up. The four gun holes on his chest were bleeding.

"... Lao Yang, Lao Yang ...!"

The daughter-in-law rushed over, supported him, covered his wound with her hand, and shouted with a cry: "Go to ... go to the hospital, let's go to the hospital!"

Old Yang glanced dumbly at his daughter-in-law and turned her head unconsciously to the door.

At the entrance of the courtyard, one big and one small, one man, one woman, and two children, were looking at Lao Yang timidly and dazed, but did not dare to shout and did not dare to come over for a while.

"... According to ... take care of ... our children ..." Lao Yang reached out and pressed his hand on the shoulders of his wife: "I ... I didn't do my duty ... I'm sorry."

After talking, Lao Yang fell off and fell back to the ground.

"dad!!"

The older daughter took the lead and reacted, crying and rushing to Lao Yang.

"Squeak!"

The police car stopped, and Qin Yu, Zhu Wei, and Lao Mao got out of the car in horror.

"Save my family's old Yang, I beg you to save him ...!" The daughter-in-law shouted helplessly.

"Quick, quick, pick him up in the car!"

Qin Yu greeted the two of them and stepped forward to help old Yang.

"No ... useless ...!" Lao Yang shook his head on the ground, raised his arm, and touched his daughter's head: "... Go to school ... be a person who is useful for the hometown and the society!"

Inside the alley, the crying was sad and tragic. Qin Yu, who was the captain of the superintendent of police, was standing beside the car at this moment, completely ignorant of what to do.

Old Yang vomited a few mouthfuls of blood and slowly closed his eyes: "They ... are so stupid ... I'm dead, and there are others."

After talking, Lao Yang's right arm hung down on the ground instantly.

Crying, shouting, and even more mournful, Lao Yang, the stubborn man, finally fell on the road of shouting and died under the gun.

...

In the urban area.

The gunman abandoned the motorcycle, covering his injured shoulder with one hand and dialing a number with one hand.

"Hey?!"

"After finishing, he must be gone." The gunman said succinctly: "I ran into a police officer on the road, and they shot me a shot."

"Are you all right?"

"It's okay." The gunman gritted his teeth and whispered, "I'm leaving, you don't have to worry, don't call this phone again."

"it is good!"

"that's it!"

The voice fell, and the two ended the call.

...

After twenty minutes.

After receiving the order from the Propaganda Department, the webcast station transferred more than a dozen clerks in charge of the media platform and began to comprehensively block the old Yang post that was reprinted. After a while, I couldn't find what he left online. Traces and even social accounts have been cancelled.

In another half an hour.

Several cars rushed to the door of Lao Yang's house, Feng Yunian hurriedly pushed the car door down, and panicked, shouting at the crowd: "Come, come, let me give, let me give!"

The crowd dispersed, Feng Yunian squeezed over, looked up and saw the body of Lao Yang next to the car. He was lying on the ground with a white cloth, only his feet were leaking.

Old Feng looked at him dumbfounded, speechless for a long time.

Qin Yu walked over and whispered: "One person, fired more than a dozen shots, we are almost one step away!"

"... You ... do you know why the gun fired at old Yang?" Feng Yunian asked with a trembling voice.

Qin Yu is silent ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Because there is no one on Lao Yang ... so ... he can't talk, he is dead ...! "Feng Yunian's right hand tremblingly took out the cigarette case:" This is for the people of the Legislative Council ... This is the end without them. "

Qin Yu clenched his fists, and suddenly the words that Lao Yang told him yesterday, those drunk and drunk.

"Snapped!"

Feng Yunian anxiously crushed the cigarette case and was still on the ground, trying to restrain his emotions, gritting his teeth and cursing: "cnm's! I don't solve this case, I swear not to be a person! I don't want to get out of this clothes, I have to make some movement."

After finishing speaking, Feng Yunian turned and walked away: "An hour later, all cadres at the sheriff level went to the big conference room for a meeting!"

...

In the urban area.

San Gongzi whispered while holding the phone: "Say hello to the Propaganda Department, and you are not allowed to report on the shooting of Lao Yang."