Chapter 79

The dust was flying and slowly falling, Yan Yan was stunned for a long time before saying: "This potential is okay..."

"I was once," Jiang stopped clapping his hands and stood up, still gasping for breath, "Grab and fight, I won the top three in the department, huh, huh..."

Yan Xun considered it for a while and asked, "Management or Criminal Division?"

Before he finished speaking, he received a death ray from Jiang Ting opposite him.

The cellar was not dug very deep, with only two people at the top and bottom, and the bottom was covered with empty shelves with messy tarpaulins. Yan Xun took the lead in crawling down and looked around for a while with a flashlight. Jiang Ting crouched above his head and asked, "Have you found anything?"

"..." Yan Yan suddenly beckoned: "Come down!"

"What's wrong?"

"I don't have time to explain, come down!"

Jiang Ting didn't know why, so he went down to the cellar along the scaffolding. Before he could stand firm, he was suddenly grabbed by Yan Xun and covered up.

"You—uh..."

The flashlight fell to the ground with a bang and rolled twice, the halo reflected the staggered feet of the two, and then the knees and thighs that were tightly attached to each other. The sound of rubbing fabrics and gasping was particularly clear in the quiet underground, and after a while, the sound of water crunched when swallowing saliva, Jiang Ting made a low "um".

"Don't let me pinch it?" Yan Yan asked in a low voice, forcibly pressing him against the earth wall. In the small space, it took no effort to make Jiang Ting unable to move: "I'm just pinch."

"..."

The fields are silent, the halo is dim, and the entangled breath is disturbing. Jiang Ting's kissed lips were slightly half-opened, Yan Xun rubbed his thumb over and over again, and after a while he lowered his head to kiss again, reflecting an inseparable silhouette.

"You are..."

"Huh?" Yan Yan bit the side of Jiang Ting's ear, and said hoarsely, "What's wrong with me?"

Jiang Ting was about to push him away from the scaffolding, but Yan Yan hurriedly grabbed him: "Don't go, don't go... I didn't lie to you, I really found out! Here."

Yan Yan seemed to be conjuring a trick, picked up the flashlight and squatted down, and lifted the messy tarp. saw a mass of black things on the shelf, wrapped tightly, and after taking it out and dismantling one layer after another, a pile of square hard objects wrapped in white paper bags was revealed.

Jiang Ting clapped his hand and knew what this brick-like thing was—cash.

"It's a bit heavy," Yan Yan motioned for him to look, "there are words on it."

Jiang Ting lowered his head, and in the light of the flashlight, he saw four words lightly written in black pen on the white paper bag: 2150000.

In the interlaced beams, the faces of the two of them were a little dark, and after a long while, Yan Yun suddenly asked, "Usually the killers are half-assaulted in advance, and then half-assed when they are successful, right?"

Jiang Ting said: "How do I know, I have never been a killer."

Yan Yan squatted on the ground, and Jiang Ting stood behind him. Due to the limited space, the two were still close together. Yan Yan turned to look at Jiang Ting, his face was a little weird because he held back his smile, and slowly said: "I didn't expect you to be so cheap in Wang Xingye's eyes, only half a million..."

Then he looked at Jiang Ting's face and quickly added a sentence: "It's okay, you are worth five hundred million in my eyes five billion! You are a priceless treasure!"

"Come on," Jiang Ting finally couldn't help laughing and scolding, and put his knee on his back: "Pack up and hurry up, this trip can be regarded as a discovery."

Yan Yan stood up reluctantly and wanted to make out, but Jiang Ting, who had been prepared for a long time, leaned back.

Xia Ye's fresh air came on his face, and the others took a deep breath of fresh air before they left the tunnel. Just turning around and asking Jiang Ting to hand over the 250,000 cash, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something, and his movements stopped immediately.

——On the wall of the backyard in front, the moonlight clearly reflected a few sneaky shadows, one had come down, two were lying on the top of the wall and were about to climb down, and the other leader was shooting the surroundings with a flashlight. Yan Yan, who was half-length out of the ground, froze immediately.

Immediately after: "Someone!"

"Who?!"

This change happened so suddenly that Yan Yan caught a glimpse of the other party with a gun in his hand, and immediately guessed the identity of the person who came, and blurted out, "Fan Wu?"

Fan Wu was the one with the flashlight in the lead. He was about to pounce when he suddenly heard his name being called, and the conditioned reflex staggered. In that one-hundredth of a second gap, Yan Yan pressed Jiang Ting, who was behind him, firmly back into the tunnel, then rolled on the spot and pulled out a pistol, warning sharply, "Don't move! Police!"

The most desperate gangster, when they heard the policeman's first reaction, was to turn around and run away, and the two people on the wall immediately jumped out. But they hadn't jumped out completely, and suddenly the front of the house was close, and the thin policeman from the township police station was caught off guard and rushed in. When they saw the situation in the backyard, they were immediately stunned: "Yes, there are guns?!"

Yan Yan suddenly realized that most of the grassroots police officers don't bring bullets when they go out to the police.

"Run! Go and call for help!" Yan Yan blurted out.

At the same time, Fan Wu also reacted: "There is only one person in the note! Don't be afraid, you want money!"

The two people on the wall jumped down, and there were four more gangsters in the backyard. The thin policeman didn't wait for Yan Yan to say the second time, and immediately rushed out the door!

People often only have a few seconds to make a choice, and sometimes even a few seconds are too many. When something happens, only the subconscious decides - at least when Yan Yan recalls it afterwards, he can only think of one thought in his mind. : What happens to Jiang Ting in the cellar if I run away?

Jiang Ting didn't have a gun and couldn't run, and what was even worse was that he was still guarding the 250,000 stolen money. These people will never spare Jiang Ting's life just because he gave the stolen money with both hands. They are desperadoes who even dare to kill the police!

Yan Yan's heart swayed, and she avoided the opponent's bullets like lightning. At the same time, she stepped forward and slammed the gun. That light was fleeting, and at the same moment when it disappeared, Yan Yan had already rushed in front of Fan Wu, who was headed by him, kicking him in the chest without saying a word!

Fan Wu didn't expect that the detective would dare to stand up to the four of them alone, and immediately cursed, and in panic, he missed the shot at close range. At this time, another gangster rushed forward to support him, and as soon as he touched his clothes, Yan Xun grabbed his arm with a backhand.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Fan Wu used the flashlight as a weapon and slammed it headlessly, the aluminum flashlight just hit Yan Yan's forehead and the warm liquid came down.

However, there was no pain at all during the fight, and the smell of blood stimulated the fierceness in Yan Xiu's bones even more. After grabbing the flashlight, he smashed it to his side several times, and beat the other gangster who rushed up to the ground.

Fan Wu roared angrily: "Go! Kill him!"

In the darkness of the night, two or three people poured in at the same time, and they came to seize the gun in Yan Yan's hand. If this was outside, just trying to seize the gun would be enough for each of them to spend ten years in prison. The fear of arrest made the criminals lose their minds. In the chaos, Yan Yan felt that he was being hounded from behind, and at the same time, the fingers holding the gun were forcibly pulled away.

boom!

boom!

"Blood, blood... ah ah ah! There is blood!!"

——In the dark, someone knelt down and shook slightly, and then the corpse fell to the ground, making a muffled thud.

The sound was not serious, but it was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart, and the whole situation froze in an instant. The air solidified for about two or three seconds, and Fan Wu suddenly reacted, and a sharp roar broke out from the ground: "Quick, get off his gun!!"

Yan Yan stepped back, but lost his balance and staggered in the three-man attack. He dropped his hands and landed in the nine-two style. Immediately, a gangster rushed up to grab it. But Yan Yan reacted quickly, and he kicked the 92-style with a flying kick, and then he was pulled up by Fan Wu and punched in the face, and he spit out bloody saliva.

"I'll fuck your mother!"

Yan Yan has always been the only one who beats people, and no one beats him. These beatings have inspired all his ferocity. Immediately, the two gangsters couldn't hold him, and they saw him jumping on the head and knocking down Fan Wu. The two violently scuffled together. Suddenly Yan Yan didn't know what he touched, so he picked it up and used all his strength. Swipe hard

Keng!

The metal collided with the human skull, and there was a burst of echoes.

Fan Wu's eyes were wide open, still maintaining the gesture of clenching his fists, but blood quickly appeared in the eye sockets, and scarlet rolled down his cheeks. Immediately afterwards, blood flowed from his nose, the corners of his mouth, and even his ears, and in the blink of an eye, his entire head turned into a blood gourd.

"Bag, Brother Bag..." A gangster trembled and took a half step back: "You, your head..."

Fan Wu's shoulders shuddered, causing half of his body to twitch, as if he wanted to touch his dented half of his skull—but he obviously couldn't. There was a sharp squeak in his throat, and he stared at Yan Yan with a stunned expression.

"Brother Bag is dead, he beat Brother Bag to death..."

Yan Yan looked at the blood-stained aluminum flashlight in his hand, but he couldn't get back to his senses - it was clearly knocked on his forehead just now, how did he break the human skull?

"Quick, run..." A small gangster trembled and roared like crazy: "Their backup is coming, run!"

The little man jumped up and ran back, but Yan Yan pulled his legs and chased after him: "Stop!"

The moonlight suddenly flashed from the clouds, and at the same time, another round-inch gangster suddenly caught a glimpse of a reflection of something not far away. He didn't even think about it, he rushed over and grabbed it, and he was overjoyed as soon as he got the hang of it - it was Fan Wu's gun that was kicked flying by Yan Ji.

His sanity had completely disappeared, and he immediately pointed his gun at Yan Yan: "Stop, stop for me!"

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Yanfei jumped down on the little man, rolled up and threw a right hook, which made the suspect spurt blood from his nose and mouth before he could resist. Immediately, he pulled out the handcuffs from the back waist, and twisted the little man's hands backwards.

boom!

The scorching heat passed by, Yan Yan suddenly raised his head, and immediately his pupils shrank.

He is facing the muzzle of the round inch black hole!

In just half a second, it seemed like the world had frozen. The round head raised his guns at Yan Yun with both hands, his eyes were bloodshot, and fierce light shot out.

If he still has a half-normal thinking, he should turn around and run away with a gun at this time, the farther he runs, the better; but at this time, the ferocity of desperate gambles, the resentment that the defeat has been determined, and the gambler's psychology stimulated by blood have already Occupying all his mind, he only felt a buzzing sound in his ears, and as soon as he bit his back molars, he aimed at Yan Yan and pulled the trigger——

boom!

The bullet spun through the night sky, carrying a long bloody flower.

"Ah...ah...ahh!"

The screams sounded intermittently, the round head fell to the ground with his arms in his arms and kept rolling, and the earth gun had already flew out of the wall. Yan Yan followed the gunshots in disbelief, and in the night, he saw Jiang stopped a few steps away, holding the gun in one hand and couldn't breathe.

The moonlight clearly reflected on the side of his face, the skin soaked with cold sweat reflected a shimmer, and his lips were completely blue-grey.

- His eyes were closed.

The little man did not know where the strength came from, and broke free from Yan Yun, who was caught off guard, and ran out of the backyard wall like crazy. It was too late and then too fast, another figure swooped out from the top of the wall, volleyed to the ground and quickly stepped forward, jumped up and kicked the little man back and forth on the spot; It was the metal handcuffs wrapped around the wind, and the two swishes made him almost squirt out of his teeth, screaming in pain.

The person who came was murderous, stepped on the small gangster on the ground with one foot, rubbed the handcuffs, and then raised his head and shouted: "Squad Yan! Consultant Lu! Are you all right?"

It really was the backup called by the thin policeman-Han Xiaomei.

Just as Yan Yan was about to respond, he saw Jiang Ting hurried towards this side as if he had woken up from a nightmare.

——Yan Yan didn't know what he was thinking. Maybe it was just a convulsion in his head, or the moment of life and death he had just experienced gave him an opportunity to burst into inspiration in his subconscious. He lay on the ground silently.

"... Team Yan?" Han Xiaomei didn't understand why, "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang stopped for a while.

"Squad Yan?"

Jiang Ting's face had no trace of blood left, but with a swipe, he almost stumbled to catch up with the first half and knelt down. In the moonlight, Yan Yan's eyes were closed, and most of his face was covered with blood.

"...Yan Yun," Jiang Ting tried his breath, but he didn't even notice his fingers were shaking violently: "Wake up, Yan Yun?"

"..."

"Yan Yun! Don't joke!"

Jiang Ting's tail tone was torn in an instant, and he was at a loss, so he could only pick up Yan Yan's upper body and use force to block the forehead wound. Obviously the blood was hot, but his whole body was shaking as if soaked in ice water, and every word was clucked with teeth fighting: "Yan Yan, wake up, please wake up...call an ambulance. ,call the ambulance!!"

Han Xiaomei also panicked. The phone fell to the ground as soon as she took it out, and she threw herself on the ground to pick it up frantically.

Yan Yan lost consciousness: "Jiang, Jiang Ting..."

"Don't sleep, don't fall asleep!" Jiang Ting's eardrums roared, and he couldn't hear what he was shouting: "Yan Xun, look at me! Look at me! Don't fall asleep, please!"

Yan Yan raised his head slightly, as if he wanted to say something, Jiang Ting immediately lowered his head and approached, only to hear him whisper in his ear: "So you... in the end... will you marry me..."

Jiang Ting's expression suddenly became very blank.

"This is my lastcough-cough-cough, my last wish, please grant it... Pffhahahahaha-"

Yan Yan finally couldn't help laughing, and without laughing twice, the wound was affected, and she clapped while inhaling in pain.

Jiang Ting was stunned.

Han Xiaomei was also stunned.

"Hahaha, hahahaha...Ow!"

The frantic laughter came to an abrupt end, and Jiang Ting picked up Yan Xun's shirt with one hand and punched the handsome face, then got up and walked away without looking back in Yan Xun's gasp. .

Ten minutes later, the Mercedes-Benz Big G got on.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, okay? It wasn't intentional, it wasn't intentional, I was really a little dizzy at the time... Oh, my treasure, are you still angry? Would you like to punch me again? Come on here, Hit hard."

Yan Xun stuck it to Jiang Ting like an octopus, but before it was firmly attached, Jiang Ting turned around abruptly, leaving him with an icy back.

Han Xiaomei squatted by the car door and snorted and ate watermelon, spit out two seeds, and said fiercely, "Shit!"

"Hey, what's the matter with your child? Adults don't know how to persuade them when they quarrel, and they are still fanning the flames?" Yan Yan immediately turned his head and slapped Han Xiaomei on the back of the head to teach a lesson: "Eat, eat, eat, just eat. You know what to eat. You arrived just now when everything was going on in the backyard. Why didn't you wait for me and Consul Lu to cool down, and then take a leisurely walk?"

Han Xiaomei stuffed her mouth with watermelon: "As soon as I heard the policeman calling for help, I ran away! In the middle of the night, I have to climb hills and detour again. Is it easy to find the scene?!"

The "policeman who called for help" was raising his head and raising his feet together with the security officer, carrying the bodies of the two criminal suspects out of the backyard, and then escorting the cuffed round head and the little man into the car. He rubbed his hands together, but luckily the night covered his flushed face.

"It's okay, brother, I don't blame you." Yan Yan covered her blood-stained forehead with a towel and said, "You guys don't have guns, so you really can't fight hard. This girl is too tiger."

The thin policeman laughed with him: "I, I'm going to clean up the stolen money and bullets in the backyard..." Then he hurriedly covered his hot old face and slipped away.

As soon as the outsider left, Yan Yan immediately returned to her old ways, and regardless of her face covered in blood, she grinned and stopped Jiang to the car door and squeezed: "Oh, let me see our angry team Jiang, police officer Jiang. Governor, Jiang Meiren... Come and be good, can't I be wrong? Don't you dare to dare next time? Hush......"

Jiang Ting was squeezed into the corner of the back seat, so he couldn't avoid it, and finally he couldn't help but angrily said, "Yan Yan!"

Yan Yan immediately said, "Huh?"

The two stared at each other at close range in the narrow and dark carriage. Suddenly Yan Yan lowered his head, quickly kissed Jiang Ting's eyelid, and whispered, "Are you still angry?"

"..."

"Don't be angry?"

Jiang Ting's fair forehead twitched slightly, and after a while, he finally squeezed a few words out of his teeth: "...How did you grow up and haven't been beaten to death yet?"

Yan Yan said triumphantly, "I'm handsome!"

"Strict team, strict team!" The thin policeman came panting with 250,000 cash in hand: "I moved here, your stolen money!"

Yan Yan immediately let go of Consultant Lu, as if nothing had happened: "What is my stolen money, look at what you said - don't put it in the trunk of the car, there are two dead people in the trunk. Come and put the stolen money in the vice. Get in the car, and let Consul Lu hold his redemption money when he goes back later. Is your police station's car already on the way?"

The thin policeman didn't understand the stalk of redemption money, so he said dumbly: "I'm here, our director has notified the higher-level unit, and I'll follow the car in person later."

Han Xiaomei squatted by the cab door and finished eating the watermelon. She casually wiped her sticky hands on the police uniform's pants. She stretched her neck and looked up and down the 250,000 yuan wrapped in paper. Tsk tsk said: "To be honest, I have never seen so much cash with my own eyes in my life."

Yan Yan said: "Then you are so pitiful, Brother Yan decided not to let you be so pitiful. Well, after we go back, let's just pick up one or two million in cash from the bank, or three or four million... "

"Then what?" Han Xiaomei asked expectantly.

"Then take a picture for you and save it back." Yan Yan smiled slightly: "Otherwise, what do you want?"

Han Xiaomei almost rolled her eyes out.

"..." Suddenly Jiang Ting in the back seat leaned over, frowned, and forced the cash to the back seat.

"Hey?" Han Xiaomei didn't know why: "What's wrong with Consultant Lu?"

"Give me the flashlight."

Jiang Ting took the flashlight that Yan Yan had turned out, and pointed at the four words directly above the white paper bag. "Er Shi Wu Wan" is scribbled but the font is neat, it should be written in a hurry, and the handwriting is very light brown; Kind of like crayons.

"Are you wearing makeup?" Suddenly Jiang stopped asking.

Han Xiaomei said unexpectedly: "Not quite... Occasionally, what's wrong?"

Jiang Ting tapped the tip of his index finger on "Er Shi Wu Wan" and frowned, "I always feel that these four words are a bit like the eyebrow pencil you little girls use."