"The boss said to keep an eye on her first, and this woman will definitely contact the person behind her." Zhang Biao put down the phone, but Xu Chuan's attitude seemed to not attach much importance to this matter.
Zhang Yijun was trying every means to contact the equator, but none of them succeeded.
Master Xu doesn’t care much about who Equator is, because even if he doesn’t remember the plot in this movie, he will remember the god of singers who was delayed by singing.
He is now trying to find a way to send DC8 into the police station building. Uh, it doesn't seem very suitable to carry it in directly.
To eliminate this unreliable but exciting idea, Xu Chuan had to call a courier for them.
"It's okay, as long as you walk into the police building, they will naturally save you, right?" Xu Chuan helped the unlucky guy to tidy up his clothes and hung his bag on him.
"Boss, I'm just a job." The guy was almost crying, no, he was already crying.
He was tied with an alarm clock and a large pile of unknown objects. He often watched TVB and saw that it was a bomb.
"Be good, be obedient. As long as you send this in, you will definitely not die. Don't worry." The person on the opposite side covered his face and couldn't tell his appearance, but he should be a desperate person. The skeleton pattern on the mask is so scary.
"I'm just a job..." The young man was crying and was kicked by Xu Chuan. What's the point of crying for a big man?
This kid was quite clever and ran towards the police building at a speed of 100 meters. "Help!"
He shouted and ran away, but Xu Chuan couldn't stop laughing, so he quickly started the car and ran away.
"The things have been in, you can check them yourself." Xu Chuan called Luo Jialing.
Comrade Luo Jialing looked at the phone that had been hung up in a daze, cursing the unreliable mentality of doing things, and then the alarm for the entire building rang.
The courier shouted help, and the security guard couldn't stop the police building that rushed into the public in front of everyone.
Then he immediately knelt on the ground with his head in his hands, "I have a bomb." This made the scene mess with one sentence. Xu Chuan said that I didn't say anything, he was thinking about it.
The alarm in the building sounded, and the wires and unknown devices on the man made the police yell 'bomb disposal expert'
Ten minutes later, "This is not a bomb." The bomb disposal expert in heavy explosion-proof suit carefully pulled the guy's clothes and took off his helmet. This thing was really heavy and hot.
The wires are wrapped around an alarm clock, and the alarm clock has not yet been installed. "Prank it." The wires are just used to fix the alarm clock.
A group of policemen glared at the courier's delivery guy, and the child was really crying, "That man said he wanted to send the things in, otherwise I would be dead."
"What are you sending?" A policeman searched him again to make sure there were no other dangerous items.
"It's the one in the bag."
Unpacking the bag, the square DC8 was lying there, the bomb disposal expert pinched his chin, and this time he took off the explosion-proof suit. "Be careful, this is the real bomb."
The policeman next to him didn't believe it, "Then why did you take off your explosion-proof suit?"
"The power of this thing is no difference if it is blown up or not."
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"This guy has a trick on his mind." Luo Jialing looked at DC8 on the table in the conference room and kept cursing in her heart. This guy is really good at making trouble.
Four words were written on both sides of the shell with red oil-colored pens. One was to be enthusiastic about the citizens, and the other was to be law-abiding. To be honest, it was written quite ugly.
They have used special instruments to detect the status of the weapon and confirm that there are no leaks.
Li Yanming just rushed back with the man who was caught. As soon as he entered the door, he heard that the headquarters was attacked, and then he heard that DC8 was back. This was a real surprise.
Without even having to interrogate the messenger, Li Yanming had already started asking Cui Minhao to confirm the authenticity of this thing.
Professor Zhao Zhiren stood aside with his head down, with an inexplicable spark in his eyes.
"What is this written on it, it can't be erased at all." Cui Minhao threw down a rag, and he saw these words very annoying.
"Enthian citizens? They can't really be sent back by enthusiastic citizens." Li Yanming stood beside Song An with a smile on his face, and said as if he was talking to himself.
Song An understood his temptation, "This requires you to investigate Officer Li." You can find out what you can do.
Li Yanming nodded and no longer worried about this matter. He is now basically sure that Song An has his own hands, and his people are doing it for robbing DC8 and investigating the messenger.
However, in terms of work style, the other party did not cross the line, and the H people were seriously injured? Well, what can this be considered a matter.
DC8 was obtained by the police. This incident shows that the matter has entered a new stage. Song An did not agree to Xu Chuan's plan to fish out all the buyers, because no one knows what he would catch, nor what Xu Chuan is going to fish.
Song An is in charge of intelligence work. For him, Xu Chuan can only have a choice to believe that DC8 must be in his own hands no matter what.
"After confirming the safety, the weapons experts in the capital are already on the way." Of course, you have to study the things carefully. Although you look down on the stick, if someone really has a flash of inspiration, there is no way to say that there is smoke from the ancestral grave or something.
It is sometimes a matter of thinking. Maybe many projects that cannot be broken through may be completed because of this thing.
"Why should I seal it? Shouldn't I be sent away immediately after confirming the authenticity?" Zhao Zhiren slapped the table, "Do you know how dangerous this thing is? Even though you know it is a weapon of mass destruction, you still have to do everything possible to stay with you? This is completely unreasonable."
Song An looked at him seriously, "I have already said that this is not a problem of lost and found, it is a problem of safety." On this issue, Song An absolutely impossible for him to make concessions.
Not to mention that this is the private development of nuclear weapons by the H people. There is no reason to let go so easily with such a thick handle.
Some things are just a short opportunity, not only to talk to H people, but also to the entire Northeast Asia region, and even to Americans.
However, Zhao Zhiren seemed to ignore these things. He looked at the crisis team members present, "Are you from Xiangjiang? After this person appeared, your attitude changed by 180 degrees. This is Xiangjiang."
Luo Jialing stood up, "Mr. Zhao, you seem to have forgotten a question. You are a native of Ying. What position do you blame others from the perspective of the people of Xiangjiang?"
"If it weren't for Officer Li Yanming, we would have kicked you out of the crisis team based on your identity. And just how you have rated your papers as professors, I don't need to say it clearly. In the end, you have a lot of loopholes in your revised nuclear, biochemical disaster prevention and mitigation plan. It has been called back by the Government Affairs Department. Don't think about the budget you applied for."
Luo Jialing's few words made Zhao Zhiren's face turn blue. He slapped the table, packed up his own things and walked outside the conference room.
Chapter completed!