Killing in the Street

Author: The bear skimming the treetops

Killing in the Street

Fang now took the opportunity to drink sour plum soup and looked at his watch.

Ten twenty-five!

It stands to reason that both parties to the transaction should be here, but there is still no movement.

Some things always happen inadvertently.

Just when he looked up after checking the time, a middle-aged man wearing a black top hat and a blue Chinese gown slowly walked out of the main entrance of the tea garden, his behavior was quite elegant.

People would come in and out of the tea garden from time to time, but this was nothing.

But now, Fang found that the moment the man in the long gown stepped down the steps, his pupils shrank slightly, a look of panic flashed across his face, and his eyelids twitched, but he quickly regained his composure and pulled down his hat.

Fang Jin's eyes glanced seemingly unintentionally.

His intuition told him that there must be something wrong with this person!

But the look of the man in the long gown has nothing to do with a tomb robber. Instead, he looks like an elegant teacher.

Fang now feels that even if this person has problems, he should be the buyer.

Did they discover something unusual during the transaction and were ready to run away?

Why didn't the agents in the tea garden send out the signal in time? Could it be that the target hasn't been confirmed until now?

If this person is one of the targets of the transaction, should I remind Lao Jia to stop him?

Fang now looked at Lao Jia anxiously, but saw that Lao Jia looked as usual, squinting his eyes slightly, as if he was about to fall asleep. He didn't realize that the cigarette butt was about to burn out, and he was about to burn his fingers.

Just as Fang was about to open his mouth, Jiang Jin reminded him in a low voice: "Don't act rashly!"

Before Lao Jia has ordered the arrest, you cannot act without authorization. This is correct discipline, but can you just let the target escape like this?

People come and go here, and there are seven or eight nearby alleys. Once the other party gets into the alley, it will be troublesome.

Fang's heart was almost in his throat now. Just in case, he quietly stretched his hands to his waist.

At this moment, the man in the long gown had already descended the steps, then turned around and walked eastward as if nothing had happened.

At this time, Lao Jia had thrown away the cigarette butts at some point and winked at Fang Jin and Jiang Jin.

This was a signal to the two of them to wait at the entrance of the tea garden. This had been agreed upon before. If the target did not appear for a long time, they would enter the tea garden one by one and narrow the encirclement.

The man in the long gown was not the target? Fang was now filled with doubts.

However, he still carried out Lao Jia's order to the letter, and walked towards the door with Jiang Jin.

The two young students who had handed out flyers happened to be there. Jiang Jin smiled and asked them when they would finish handing out the flyers, as if they knew them well.

But now, Fang couldn't let go of it in his heart, and kept paying attention to the man in the long gown who was about to leave with his peripheral vision.

Just when the two were about to reach the middle of the road, he suddenly saw the man in a long gown stop.

Next, the man in the long robe made all the hair on Fang Jin's body stand up.

The man in the long gown suddenly pulled out a pistol while turning around, and the black muzzle was pointed directly at him and Jiang Jin.

Are you really here to trade ghosts?

At the moment of life and death, Fang now drew his gun without hesitation out of his instinct to survive!

He has only been on the job for half a month, has not yet received his first salary, and has not made a name for himself in the Detective Division, so he does not want to invite his colleagues to dinner now.

Two crisp gunshots rang out almost at the same time, and the man in a long gown opposite him fell to the ground.

Fang's left arm now felt a burning pain. Fortunately, it was just a bloody gash from the bullet.

As soon as the gunfire rang out, with him and the man at the center, the crowd around him seemed to be boiling.

The diners at the wonton stall and the sour plum soup stall stood up one after another and quickly dispersed around. Two young students at the entrance of the tea garden were so frightened that they squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands. A rickshaw passed behind him like lightning...

Fang was now stunned on the spot, a cold voice rising from the bottom of his heart.

"You killed someone!"

This was all too sudden.

Fang now frowned, and the right hand holding the gun trembled, letting the blood from the wound drip down the muzzle of the gun, while the hot blood in his body surged toward his head, which made him feel sick.

For a moment, nothing could be seen except the scarlet and dazzling blood on the man's chest.

When he discovered that the man was pointing a pistol at them, Jiang Jin focused his attention on the teahouse. This was the first time he encountered such a situation, and he was frightened and broke into a cold sweat.

The two of them were standing very close to each other. If Fang had moved a step slower now, he might have been hit by the man in the long gown!

Jiang Jin stepped forward to inquire about the injury with concern, but Fang now seemed to be in a daze. In Jiang Jin's opinion, it was caused by fright and injury, but only Fang now knew what it was for.

In addition to shock, there is more confusion!

In the last month before graduating from the police academy, Fang has come into contact with a lot of firearms. He originally thought that his hand that was used to holding pens would not be able to handle the barrels of guns, but maybe it was because of the change in his physical fitness due to time travel. He was surprised to find that he

The gun feels very good.

However, he did not show it. In the eyes of teachers and classmates, he still maintained his slightly weak image.

The shot just now was clearly aimed at that man...

However, at this moment, he received a heavy blow on the back of his neck.

From the moment the shot was fired to now, it only lasted a few seconds.

The moment he fell to the ground, Fang Xing did not lose consciousness immediately, and his eyes were in chaos——

The black top hat of the man in the long coat rolled into the street, covered in dust, and the wheels of the rickshaw almost brushed the brim of the hat as it sped eastward.

The wheels of the car pressed against the road, making a creaking sound, which was mixed with the noisy shouts, curses, screams and the sound of broken dishes.

The man in the long gown was lying on his side with his head in the west and his feet in the east, his face was horribly pale, his eyes were staring straight at this side, his right hand still held the pistol tightly, and although his left hand was covering the wound on his chest, blood still flowed from between his fingers.

Outflow, life passes from the body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the end, Fang now only heard a roar in his ears - "Who told you to shoot?"

Then his eyes darkened and he fell into darkness.

…

The scene at the gate of the tea garden showed the bald man under surveillance. He touched his sweaty big head and said angrily: "It's over, it's over. Now the boss should be angry!"

Xiaopingtou only heard the sound of gunshots and didn't know what was happening outside. He looked at his companions in surprise.

The bald head said anxiously: "The target is dead. We are in big trouble now. Go down quickly to provide support. Leave this place to me!"

The little flathead agreed in a daze, pulled out the pistol from his waist, turned around, opened the door and ran out in a hurry, even forgetting to close the door.

The two men squatting in the corner also raised their heads. They first looked at the window, but the curtains were tightly covered and they couldn't see anything. The noise on the street could be heard.

Then, the two looked at each other again, both puzzled.

At this moment, one of the men suddenly saw a figure flashing past the door. Just as he was about to look around, the bald head turned to look at them and said viciously: "It's all you bastards who failed to succeed and failed to succeed. They killed me."

Got it!"

When the bald man saw the two men lowering their heads and shrinking their necks in fear, he withdrew his gaze and looked out the window again.

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Chapter completed!