The machine gunner's earphones had already received Blackface's order: "I authorize you to shoot anyone who dares to cross the cordon."

Then the black face added: "Be careful, try not to kill him."

The director thought to himself: "Damn it, I don't even care who owns the territory, it belongs to labor and management!"

Watching the training soldiers retreat gave him considerable courage. He raised his legs and stepped over the roadblock. He looked at the sentry standing guard. It was the sentry who the police officer said could only speak one sentence. He said nothing.

He continued to walk forward. At the same time, he waved his left hand and made a follow-me gesture.

Just as the police officers and armed policemen at the rear were about to make a move, the "click-click-click" sound of gunfire pierced the midnight sky. Five meters in front of the director, the asphalt road was made with a row of craters by 89. When he heard the gunfire, his

His back felt as if ice water had been poured into it, and he stopped for an instant. He raised his head, and in the darkness, the vague 89 gun barrel showed traces.

There was a "click" sound behind him, which was the sound of the armed police pulling the bolts of their guns collectively. When he turned around, he saw that both the armed police and police officers had drawn their guns on the soldiers.

Time just stood still. The director of the NJ Public Security Bureau was in the middle, the soldiers were in front, and the police were behind. He was very worried about whose gun went off at this time. Cold sweat kept breaking out from his forehead. After a moment, he shouted in a hoarse voice: "

Put down your guns, put down your guns! Stand back fifty meters!"

After saying that, he turned around and left the blockade area quickly. It wasn't that he didn't care about face, but he thought that three months ago, the province required the inspection and maintenance of guns and allocated a sum of money. At that time, he felt that the armed police

I seldom use this thing at ordinary times, so I divide the money privately with several parties. In fact, this is the third time I have done this.

When the police team gradually retreated, the chief took the Kleenex from the person next to him and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. When he lowered his head, he saw that the Kleenex in his hand had turned into paper. He quickly wiped it on his forehead with his hand, and the broken paper crumbs

It stuck to his hand. He threw the paper paste in his hand at the policeman who handed him the tissue and kicked him. The policeman's body was arched like braised prawns. The chief kicked and cursed: "Who told you to use it?"

Trash?"

At this time, there was another burst of gunfire. This time it was not the sound of a machine gun. The gunfire came from the Nancheng Commercial Center two streets away. That was Scar's old lair.

When Wu Shangzhi's people arrived, they were five minutes late. Chen Feng and Wu Shangzhi were not particularly familiar, they were just acquaintances. He looked at the bright neon lights in the commercial center and said impatiently: "

Wu Shangzhi, you guys are too damn lazy."

Wu Shangzhi smiled bitterly and said: "Chen Feng, forget it, damn it. I met a second-generation official on the way. He was so arrogant that we arrested him."

"Where are the people?"

Wu Shangzhi turned his head and pointed: "It's in the car."

Chen Feng nodded, pointed at the commercial center, and said: "You have also read the mission. Tell your people to come down quickly. Black Face can't wait any longer."

Nancheng Commercial Center is located in the central area of ​​Nancheng. It is a place where every inch of land is precious. It is forty stories high, with Nancheng Department Store and office buildings below. There are entertainment venues above. Just look at the neon signs and there are seven or eight of them.

, KTV, bathing city, clubs, nightclubs, bars, everything is available. This is a real gold-selling kiln. Here Scar Lao San covers the sky with one hand. This is Scar Lao San’s lair.

An informant said that Scar's third son has not done much in the past year and spends most of his time here, eating, drinking and having fun. He and his close men usually live on the top floor.

The eight exits of the commercial center were quickly controlled.

Li Jianrui followed Chen Feng and others along the fire escape to the third floor and found the control room. There was no one inside. In the ashtray on the table, a half-burned cigarette reminded them that the people here had left not long ago.

Chen Feng quickly informed Wu Shangzhi on the channel: "The people here have escaped. Let your people watch the exit."

"Do not worry!"

Li Jianrui's eyes quickly scanned dozens of screens. He saw two soldiers standing guard at each of the eight exits on the first floor. But other locations were empty except for the soldiers in the aisles.

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"Captain, I suspect that this monitoring room only covers the thirty floors below and does not include the entertainment venues on the tenth floor above. Moreover, there is an independent monitoring room above. Scar Lao San should be able to monitor the entire building." Li Jianrui hurriedly said

Tell Chen Feng your opinion.

After hearing this, Chen Feng frowned and quickly scanned the monitoring screen, quickly getting the same idea as Li Jianrui. In this case, it became a situation where the enemy was in the dark and we were in the dark, completely losing the initiative.

Moreover, the entertainment venue upstairs must be the time when there are the most outsiders. Once Scar the Third creates a disturbance and then takes the opportunity to escape, the entire plan will fail. At the same time, Lao Dao will also be responsible for this incident.

Liu Xiongfei said from the side: "It's enough to kill them. Do these thieves still dare to confront the government? We represent the party and the people!"

Zhang Xiaowei replied to him lukewarmly: "Just you? You represent a fool, and at most you are being represented!"

Chen Feng was upset when he heard it, and he let out a "hum", and everyone around him shut up. He thought about it, but couldn't think of a better solution.

As the boss of Nancheng, Scar Lao San is ruthless and will definitely not be captured without mercy. And the ordinary people in the entertainment venues below will be taken as hostages at any time. At that time, his group will become criminals. Regardless of whether Scar Lao San is arrested or not,

It’s better to find arms because the social impact is too bad.

This was a knot that they couldn't untie, because they had to capture him alive. If they just wanted to kill Scar's third son, there would be no need to go to such trouble.

"Wang Qiang, try to open the elevator. Let's go up first to see the situation." Chen Feng ordered.

Wang Qiang graduated from the military academy and majored in electronic engineering, so he was specially recruited into the Leopard Tooth Commando Team. He usually doesn't like to talk much, and he also plays cards with a few roommates, but he just doesn't like to talk.

Wang Qiang carefully observed the console for a while and found the switch of the elevator. He said: "The elevators here must be separated. One is for the thirty floors below, and the other is for the ten floors above."

Chen Feng nodded: "Then let's go up to the 30th floor and have a look."

Wang Qiang looked at the elevator switch. There was a keyhole next to it. It seemed that it had been locked. This would be the case in general office buildings. Most of the elevators would be closed after get off work in the afternoon, leaving only one or two. But this was obviously the control room. Before leaving, I took out the key.

Smiling helplessly, Wang Qiang put down his backpack and took out his special tool box. There was no lockpicking expert in the team. There was a complete set of tools in it. He took apart the console and began to check the wiring.

He was about to find the line that controlled the elevator. At this moment, the power in the control room was cut off.
Chapter completed!