A gunshot exploded in the escort vehicle, bang!
The rear window burst in an uproar, and it happened that the motorcycle rider in front had already galloped up and flicked to a halt in the sharp noise. At the same time, Bu Chonghua jumped out against the glass in the sky, sat firmly in the back seat, and shouted, "Go!"
There was no need for him to give a second call. Just as the motorcyclist was about to start, suddenly there were two sharp beeps not far away—beep! Beep!
Bu Chonghua turned his head, his pupils suddenly frozen.
A very familiar silver g was parked on the side of the road. Through the window, saw Jiang Ting sitting in the driver's seat with a face like water, and the co-pilot was Wu Yu with a bloodless face!
"Can you persist?" Jiang Ting asked in a deep voice.
Wu Yu was wearing a hospital gown with Jiang Ting's thin coat on his shoulders, and said hoarsely: "Yes."
Jiang Ting said, "Okay."
The next moment he pulled the handbrake, kicked the accelerator, and the g65 made a low roar, and rushed out like lightning at the same moment the target motorcycle was activated!
"The command center reports to the city bureau, and the command center reports to the city bureau. Jin o5365 police car crashed at the south entrance of the Changyi tunnel. Repeat for the Jin o5365 police car crash at the south entrance of the Changyi tunnel!"
"Report! Prisoners were shot and robbed at the scene of the crash! Four motorcycle shooting police cars robbed prisoners!!"
"The traffic police at the scene has no firepower, so emergency support is requested!! Urgent support is requested!!"
...
The Public Security Bureau of Jinhai City was in chaos. Walkie-talkies and telephones rang one after another. Everyone in the lobby on the first floor was running and shouting. Cars with various license plates roared out of the iron gate, screaming with the sirens of various jurisdictions. The police cars gathered together and rushed to the Changyi District in the north of the city.
Song Pingjing sat quietly behind the large solid wooden table in the director's office, like a gray sculpture.
He didn't make a sound, didn't move, he didn't even breathe ups and downs, half of his body didn't get into the solemn air, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes extended to the dark, melting into the dark and difficult light and shadow.
A figure finally turned from the window. It was the old secretary in the interrogation room, with a calming tone: "Old Song."
Song Ping closed his eyes.
The two of them didn't say anything again. After a long time, Song Ping finally spoke very, very low and slowly, saying: "Sometimes I wish I was not this old, and I could go back thirty years ago, even twenty years ago... "
The old secretary patted him on the shoulder, and slowly disappeared into the silent air with a long sigh:
"...Who is not."
·
At the same time, inter-provincial highway tunnels in Changyi District.
With a whine, the motorcycle slammed out, slammed the roadblock, and went away in a flash. In the next second, g65 rushed out of the tunnel, like a silver lightning, rushing down the viaduct with its motorcycle!
Beep! Beep Beep Beep-this road is almost full of construction vehicles, one after another desperately honking their whistle to avoid, some can only turn into the emergency lane and stop one after another. Bu Chonghua gritted his teeth on the back seat of the motorcycle and turned his head. He saw the g65's 900 horsepower at the helm of Jiang Ting to its extreme. It was really like a ghost and charm. He got rid of the other three riders in the blink of an eye, wrapped in breath. The waves rushed to the front!
The big g and the motorcycle went hand in hand, the co-drive window lowered and Wu Yu shouted in the strong wind: "Bu Chonghua!"
Bu Chonghua held the gun tightly in his left hand, and for a moment he did not move his eyes. He only looked at the pale, familiar face in the car window and the exceptionally dark and deep eyes.
"Stop, Bu Chonghua." Wu Yu looked at him, his voice low, tired and pleading: "It's too dangerous."
Police cars gathered on the viaduct behind, flashing red and blue lights, slamming their whistle and coming with the wind. Bu Chonghua finally abruptly averted his gaze, glanced back, and then turned to Wu Yu, his mouth twitched coldly: "Where can I stop when I stop, can I go back to prison?"
"you……"
"Go back and go to jail while expecting that group of trash can help me avenge me for 20 years without revenge, or do I regret killing Peng Wan every day behind bars, without taking you to the heroic sacrifice in the kidnapper's secret room?"
Wu Yu stared at him and couldn't make a sound. He firmly grasped the door handle with one hand, and his joints turned blue.
He may have never lost consciousness for so long in the hospital bed. The eye sockets have been completely sunken, his eyelids are extremely obvious, and the brow bones are sharp. The motorcycle rider galloped close to the big g. For a moment, the two were close at hand, and Bu Chonghua even saw his shadow from the depths of those pupils.
He raised the gun in his left hand and used the muzzle to lift Wu Yu's temple behind his ear in the violent wind. At that moment, the tone could almost be called gentle:
"Do you still think I am the most perfect person you have ever seen?"
Wu Yu's eyes widened slightly.
"...I have not been educated in perfect moral character by your elite class..."
"Bu Chonghua is the best person I have ever seen in my life and the most perfect idealist...."
"Out of that door, the sun will rise tomorrow, you are still the perfect, excellent, and glorious Bu Chonghua, I shouldn't have met you!"
...
In the past, those self-deprecating, arduous, whispering, cautious and implicit hope voices sounded from all directions, with countless pictures torn into pieces in the wind, and went away in an uproar.
Bu Chonghua looked at him and smiled.
"——Wu Yu!" At this time, the loud voice suddenly intensified, and Jiang Ting categorically shouted: "Hold on! I'm going to get stuck!"
Jiang Ting may be as familiar with handling this car as Yan Xi. Braking, shifting, and stepping on the accelerator are all done in one go. The pointer on the dashboard is gradually approaching Horror 260. He will overtake the car inch by inch at the speed of life and death. He will use this reinforcement after modification. The steel body abruptly stuck the motorcycle rider to the road----
But at this moment, Bu Chonghua raised his gun and pulled the trigger, bang!
The side-view mirror clattered and disappeared, and the conditioned reflex of the big g tire marked a thrilling s!
Jiang Ting said the national curse and didn't say anything. He turned back the steering wheel with his power, and saw that Bu Chonghua pointed the still smoking muzzle at Wu Yu's forehead without hesitation: "Stop! Otherwise, my next shot would not be a taxi. Up!"
Jiang Ting's eyebrows were shaking, and he let go of the accelerator while he was galloping, but at this moment, Wu Yu stretched out his hand and firmly grasped the hot barrel: "Go on!"
"Wu Yu let go!" Jiang Ting shouted angrily.
"It's okay, let him shoot!" Wu Yu Lihou with hot blood: "If I die, you will hit you, don't slow down!"
If I die, you will hit you.
Bu Chonghua looked at Wu Yu's sharp eyes deeply. He was indeed thin to the point of two people, but his face was full of unspeakable explosive tension; it seems that at this moment, the past is completely cut off, and finally he hides the deepest in his soul. The most powerful and true side is forced out from under the humble and self-deprecating appearance.
Vigorous and resolute.
"..." Bu Chonghua finally sighed with a trembling, and whispered to the rider: "Grasp your balance and get ready to go to the high speed." Then suddenly he used his force to grab the barrel from Wu Yu's palm, and his thumb bounced for safety. Picking the pick, the bullet slapped on the load, saying coldly: ωωω.999xs.co\m\
"Just as if you Bu Chonghua has died in the secret room."
Jiang Ting: "Wu Yu!"
The next moment, Bu Chonghua's muzzle deflected, and the rear seat windshield shattered with a bang. Jiang Ting slammed on the brake in the loud noise!
The big g tire exploded and rubbed two black marks on the ground, drifting and flicking to a halt, the front of the car turned 90 degrees abruptly, and the two people in the carriage were slapped back into the seats by the seat belts at the same time.
The four motorcycles whizzed away, and Bu Chonghua disappeared into the billowing smoke. He seemed to have been staring at the car until it turned into an inconspicuous black spot.
With a muffled sound, Jiang Ting gritted his teeth and slammed his fist against the side window. After taking a breath, he barely suppressed his emotions, turned his head and asked Wu Yu: "How are you?"
The police car in the distance rushed with its whistle, red and blue light reflected in the rearview mirror, flashing one after another in Wu Yu's tight pupils, as if the arc of the knife was cold and scarlet when it was out of its sheath.
"...I thought he would leave me one day," he said hoarsely, "but I didn't expect it in this way."
Jiang Ting stretched out his hand, grabbed him vigorously, patted his back shoulder, and whispered: "It's okay, it's okay..."
Several police cars galloped forward in the direction where the motorcycle disappeared, and the others stopped one after another. Yang Chengdong was helped to get out of the car with his face full of blood.
"One day," Wu Yu's sharp corner of his eye reflected the endless road ahead, and said softly from between his teeth: "One day, I will let him go and come back...", new m... .,,,
A gunshot exploded in the escort vehicle, bang!
The rear window burst in an uproar, and it happened that the motorcycle rider in front had already galloped up and flicked to a halt in the sharp noise. At the same time, Bu Chonghua jumped out against the glass in the sky, sat firmly in the back seat, and shouted, "Go!"
There was no need for him to give a second call. Just as the motorcyclist was about to start, suddenly there were two sharp beeps not far away—beep! Beep!
Bu Chonghua turned his head, his pupils suddenly frozen.
A very familiar silver g was parked on the side of the road. Through the window, saw Jiang Ting sitting in the driver's seat with a face like water, and the co-pilot was Wu Yu with a bloodless face!
"Can you persist?" Jiang Ting asked in a deep voice.
Wu Yu was wearing a hospital gown with Jiang Ting's thin coat on his shoulders, and said hoarsely: "Yes."
Jiang Ting said, "Okay."
The next moment he pulled the handbrake, kicked the accelerator, and the g65 made a low roar, and rushed out like lightning at the same moment the target motorcycle was activated!
"The command center reports to the city bureau, and the command center reports to the city bureau. Jin o5365 police car crashed at the south entrance of the Changyi tunnel. Repeat for the Jin o5365 police car crash at the south entrance of the Changyi tunnel!"
"Report! Prisoners were shot and robbed at the scene of the crash! Four motorcycle shooting police cars robbed prisoners!!"
"The traffic police at the scene has no firepower, so emergency support is requested!! Urgent support is requested!!"
...
The Public Security Bureau of Jinhai City was in chaos. Walkie-talkies and telephones rang one after another. Everyone in the lobby on the first floor was running and shouting. Cars with various license plates roared out of the iron gate, screaming with the sirens of various jurisdictions. The police cars gathered together and rushed to the Changyi District in the north of the city.
Song Pingjing sat quietly behind the large solid wooden table in the director's office, like a gray sculpture.
He didn't make a sound, didn't move, he didn't even breathe ups and downs, half of his body didn't get into the solemn air, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes extended to the dark, melting into the dark and difficult light and shadow.
A figure finally turned from the window. It was the old secretary in the interrogation room, with a calming tone: "Old Song."
Song Ping closed his eyes.
The two of them didn't say anything again. After a long time, Song Ping finally spoke very, very low and slowly, saying: "Sometimes I wish I was not this old, and I could go back thirty years ago, even twenty years ago... "
The old secretary patted him on the shoulder, and slowly disappeared into the silent air with a long sigh:
"...Who is not."
·
At the same time, inter-provincial highway tunnels in Changyi District.
With a whine, the motorcycle slammed out, slammed the roadblock, and went away in a flash. In the next second, g65 rushed out of the tunnel, like a silver lightning, rushing down the viaduct with its motorcycle!
Beep! Beep Beep Beep-this road is almost full of construction vehicles, one after another desperately honking their whistle to avoid, some can only turn into the emergency lane and stop one after another. Bu Chonghua gritted his teeth on the back seat of the motorcycle and turned his head. He saw the g65's 900 horsepower at the helm of Jiang Ting to its extreme. It was really like a ghost and charm. He got rid of the other three riders in the blink of an eye, wrapped in breath. The waves rushed to the front!
The big g and the motorcycle went hand in hand, the co-drive window lowered and Wu Yu shouted in the strong wind: "Bu Chonghua!"
Bu Chonghua held the gun tightly in his left hand, and for a moment he did not move his eyes. He only looked at the pale, familiar face in the car window and the exceptionally dark and deep eyes.
"Stop, Bu Chonghua." Wu Yu looked at him, his voice low, tired and pleading: "It's too dangerous."
Police cars gathered on the viaduct behind, flashing red and blue lights, slamming their whistle and coming with the wind. Bu Chonghua finally abruptly averted his gaze, glanced back, and then turned to Wu Yu, his mouth twitched coldly: "Where can I stop when I stop, can I go back to prison?"
"you……"
"Go back and go to jail while expecting that group of trash can help me avenge me for 20 years without revenge, or do I regret killing Peng Wan every day behind bars, without taking you to the heroic sacrifice in the kidnapper's secret room?"
Wu Yu stared at him and couldn't make a sound. He firmly grasped the door handle with one hand, and his joints turned blue.
He may have never lost consciousness for so long in the hospital bed. The eye sockets have been completely sunken, his eyelids are extremely obvious, and the brow bones are sharp. The motorcycle rider galloped close to the big g. For a moment, the two were close at hand, and Bu Chonghua even saw his shadow from the depths of those pupils.
He raised the gun in his left hand and used the muzzle to lift Wu Yu's temple behind his ear in the violent wind. At that moment, the tone could almost be called gentle:
"Do you still think I am the most perfect person you have ever seen?"
Wu Yu's eyes widened slightly.
"...I have not been educated in perfect moral character by your elite class..."
"Bu Chonghua is the best person I have ever seen in my life and the most perfect idealist...."
"Out of that door, the sun will rise tomorrow, you are still the perfect, excellent, and glorious Bu Chonghua, I shouldn't have met you!"
...
In the past, those self-deprecating, arduous, whispering, cautious and implicit hope voices sounded from all directions, with countless pictures torn into pieces in the wind, and went away in an uproar.
Bu Chonghua looked at him and smiled.
"——Wu Yu!" At this time, the loud voice suddenly intensified, and Jiang Ting categorically shouted: "Hold on! I'm going to get stuck!"
Jiang Ting may be as familiar with handling this car as Yan Xi. Braking, shifting, and stepping on the accelerator are all done in one go. The pointer on the dashboard is gradually approaching Horror 260. He will overtake the car inch by inch at the speed of life and death. He will use this reinforcement after modification. The steel body abruptly stuck the motorcycle rider to the road----
But at this moment, Bu Chonghua raised his gun and pulled the trigger, bang!
The side-view mirror clattered and disappeared, and the conditioned reflex of the big g tire marked a thrilling s!
Jiang Ting said the national curse and didn't say anything. He turned back the steering wheel with his power, and saw that Bu Chonghua pointed the still smoking muzzle at Wu Yu's forehead without hesitation: "Stop! Otherwise, my next shot would not be a taxi. Up!"
Jiang Ting's eyebrows were shaking, and he let go of the accelerator while he was galloping, but at this moment, Wu Yu stretched out his hand and firmly grasped the hot barrel: "Go on!"
"Wu Yu let go!" Jiang Ting shouted angrily.
"It's okay, let him shoot!" Wu Yu Lihou with hot blood: "If I die, you will hit you, don't slow down!"
If I die, you will hit you.
Bu Chonghua looked at Wu Yu's sharp eyes deeply. He was indeed thin to the point of two people, but his face was full of unspeakable explosive tension; it seems that at this moment, the past is completely cut off, and finally he hides the deepest in his soul. The most powerful and true side is forced out from under the humble and self-deprecating appearance.
Vigorous and resolute.
"..." Bu Chonghua finally sighed with a trembling, and whispered to the rider: "Grasp your balance and get ready to go to the high speed." Then suddenly he used his force to grab the barrel from Wu Yu's palm, and his thumb bounced for safety. Picking the pick, the bullet slapped on the load, saying coldly: ωωω.999xs.co\m\
"Just as if you Bu Chonghua has died in the secret room."
Jiang Ting: "Wu Yu!"
The next moment, Bu Chonghua's muzzle deflected, and the rear seat windshield shattered with a bang. Jiang Ting slammed on the brake in the loud noise!
The big g tire exploded and rubbed two black marks on the ground, drifting and flicking to a halt, the front of the car turned 90 degrees abruptly, and the two people in the carriage were slapped back into the seats by the seat belts at the same time.
The four motorcycles whizzed away, and Bu Chonghua disappeared into the billowing smoke. He seemed to have been staring at the car until it turned into an inconspicuous black spot.
With a muffled sound, Jiang Ting gritted his teeth and slammed his fist against the side window. After taking a breath, he barely suppressed his emotions, turned his head and asked Wu Yu: "How are you?"
The police car in the distance rushed with its whistle, red and blue light reflected in the rearview mirror, flashing one after another in Wu Yu's tight pupils, as if the arc of the knife was cold and scarlet when it was out of its sheath.
"...I thought he would leave me one day," he said hoarsely, "but I didn't expect it in this way."
Jiang Ting stretched out his hand, grabbed him vigorously, patted his back shoulder, and whispered: "It's okay, it's okay..."
Several police cars galloped forward in the direction where the motorcycle disappeared, and the others stopped one after another. Yang Chengdong was helped to get out of the car with his face full of blood.
"One day," Wu Yu's sharp corner of his eye reflected the endless road ahead, and said softly from between his teeth: "One day, I will let him go and come back...", new m... .,,,
