The gap between Duan Xiaofeng and the red mask is like the difference between a wild dog and a wild wolf.

Although the two have similarities, they are both canine families, one is the king of the garbage street, growing up with leftovers, the other has been eating raw meat and drinking blood since childhood, and experiencing life and death in the jungle. The combat power is not at the same level.

If you can't stand the other person, you will recognize the gap and then ask for shame, Duan Xiaofeng thought about how to finish it. After discovering the true identity of the Red Mask, the gain is already great enough that you don't have to give your life here. As long as you pass the news alive, you will win.

"You won." Red Mask smiled and said, "Run out of this alley and tell others my identity, and you win."

"Haha." Duan Xiaofeng laughed dryly and didn't run away. The pistol that had just been knocked to the ground was now between him and the Red Mask, about three meters away from both sides. If he turned around and ran away, he would become a stupid target.

Duan Xiaofeng glanced at the gun, took a deep breath, rubbed the place where he had just been hit, and said, "How about this, I will pretend that I have never seen you today, so you." Halfway through the words, he rushed towards the gun.

The red mask was half a beat slower, but he also moved in response to the sound and rushed to grab the gun.

The distance between the two was quickly closer. Looking from the side, I wonder who could pick up the gun first.

Just when he was one step away from the gun, Duan Xiaofeng suddenly lowered his lower body, twisted his waist, handed his shoulders, and punched him hard. The height of his fist happened to be the head when the red mask was possessed by the gun.

Picking up a gun is just a guise. He thought of solving the red mask by surprise.

The red mask was tied up with both hands. If you wanted to pick up a gun, you could only stretch out your hands together, without any extra arms to block it. Especially those who were running, the balance was weaker and they could not hide.

After calculating these two points, Duan Xiaofeng punched. Seeing that the red mask was indeed leaning over, his eyebrows and eyes were filled with excitement of the plan succeeding.

pity.

After all, he underestimated the cunning of the wild wolf.

The red mask leaned over but didn't want to pick up a gun.

It seemed as if he had seen through all Duan Xiaofeng's plans and used the trick. When the red mask was one and a half steps away from the gun, he twisted his hips and turned around, and avoided his fists, while making the swaying legs look like an axe and slashed them out fiercely.

Legs are longer than hands.

Not only did Duan Xiaofeng's fist fall into emptied, but his temple was also hit by his heels.

The sweat on his head was shaken into the air, and the world in his eyes began to tilt. Duan Xiaofeng tried to stand up straight, but in reality he took the initiative to lie down. He staggered a few steps and finally hit the wall, stiffened his body and lost consciousness.

Red Mask picked up the pistol and walked calmly towards Duan Xiaofeng, who had no power to resist. He found the key to the handcuffs, untied the bondage, and then pressed the muzzle on Duan Xiaofeng's head. With just a light push, he could end his life.

But the red mask's eyes slipped and he never shot.

Some viewers were anxious to watch. Although Duan Xiaofeng had facial support and was not a premature death, Red Mask was hesitant at this time and seemed very unprofessional. In the movie, there is a scene that often makes the audience feel frustrated, that is, villains often fall out at critical moments, say nonsense, or do stupid things, and then be disturbed by coincidences and accidents that appear in the middle, resulting in bad things not being done simply. As a cruel and ruthless person, Red Mask should not be ruthless, as a ruthless person, the character will collapse.

Wu Yan understood that Red Mask was not a ruthless man, nor was it a drag on crime, and his character was not broken. He still remembered that Red Mask had a principle, that is, not to kill ordinary people.

Just now, the red mask said that Duan Xiaofeng was not a policeman, but in the literal sense. Wu Yan felt that the probability was very high. Some details shown in the film, such as Duan Xiaofeng did not understand the police's set of things for informants; he did not understand some regulations and operations; he was even more idle and idle. He was almost liked to think of Wu Yan's elder brother who did not join the crew last year. He wore the same set of clothes and was idle all day long. When beating people, he liked to emphasize that he was doing good deeds and did not break the law. In short, Duan Xiaofeng is probably not a real policeman.

Don’t kill ordinary people. It is because Red Mask strictly abides by this rule that some people in the audience always feel sorry for him and think that he is a principled and charming villain.

But just letting Duan Xiaofeng go live, and it was not good to be identified after he turned around.

Just as Wu Yan was thinking about how Red Mask would deal with Duan Xiaofeng, an ordinary person, in the picture, Red Mask looked at Duan Xiaofeng's face, as if he had seen something more interesting, turned around and picked up another gun.

More than ten minutes ago, Red Mask used this gun to kill several policemen guarding the back door, and also used this gun to help his accomplices clear a way out in the corridor. After seeing off his companions, the gun was thrown aside.

Now, the Red Mask put the gun into Duan Xiaofeng's hand, allowing the fingerprint to fully contact the gun handle. The purpose is very obvious.

It's a scapegoat.

In addition, the Red Mask also found a knife from Duan Xiaofeng's pocket, let the knife poke it back into the neck of the policeman whose carotid artery was cut, and used his pocket to contact his companion's disposable phone, switched the fingerprints, and put it into Duan Xiaofeng's pocket.

After setting up the scene, the red mask returned to Duan Xiaofeng and squatted down to look down.

In the shadow of the baseball cap, innocence and cruelty were intertwined on his face like a child.

"Why do you want to be a policeman so much? Justice? Interest? Vanity?"

Duan Xiaofeng was in a coma and could not respond.

"It's easy. I wonder if you still think so after you taste the feeling of being wronged by the police."

The red mask's eyes were filled with compassion, as if they were watching a lost lamb.

The audience felt that Duan Xiaofeng was about to finish.

A person with unknown origin, unknown motivation, and suspicious behavior will be difficult to wash away once he is splashed with sewage.

Fake police officers are already a big deal, and then they are framed, framed, and forced to become traitors. In cases that are eye-catching by all parties, this may be explained to the superiors and the outside world as phased results.

Duan Xiaofeng concealed his identity and pretended to be a policeman. Although he saved his life from the Red Mask, what he was about to destroy was probably the system or the system.

The red mask is still vicious.

Watching the red mask on the screen finish everything and cross the wall to leave, some viewers exploded in adrenaline, while others were very reluctant, hoping someone could stop the tragedy.

Someone remembered Zhang Jiaju.

Where is Zhang Jiaju?

At this time, Zhang Jiaju was like a persistent hunting dog, chasing the escaped butterfly and computer man.

After the butterfly and the computer man escaped from the alley, they met an accomplice who drove to rescue him.

Huang Mask is the driver in the gang. After every action, he led the team to escape. He naturally had the ability to be attracted by the Red Mask and absorbed the team. So after Butterflies and the others got on the Yellow Mask's car, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that they had half of the escape. Huang Mask's ability also bears the trust of their companions. He remembers all the paths around the streets and alleys clearly. Every time they turn and drift, they either get rid of a few police cars or create a few car accidents to block the pursuers.

There are fewer and fewer cars chasing them.

The police car that Zhang Jiaju was driving was the last one to hold on to, and it was very tenacious. Several times when there were no passers-by around, both sides would raise their guns and shoot.

Even if Zhang Jiaju is the king of guns, it is difficult to ensure the hit rate when driving at high speed. Nine out of ten guns are futile.

But there was a shot, and the bullet penetrated the car door and hit the bandits.

The butterfly was shot in the abdomen.

In ordinary police and gangster films, being shot in the abdomen is almost not called being shot or being abrasion. But now the butterfly was shot in the abdomen and his face turned pale and looked like it hurts to death.

Wu Yan knew this was not an exaggeration. He remembered that his elder brother had popularized the science with him. Visceral pain is deep pain, and there is no way to hurt. The abdominal cavity is rich, and the cavity caused by the rolling of the bullet will cause a lot of bleeding in the abdomen. If the rescue is not done in time, the person who was shot may lose too much blood and die.

The butterfly covered the wound, but blood continued to flow out of the wound, and the situation was not good.

The computer man was so busy that he didn't know what to do.

The yellow mask made a ruthless move to get rid of the pursuers.

There are more and more pedestrians on the road. If you want to pass through the complicated road conditions without hurting the pedestrians, you will have certain requirements for driving skills. Zhang Jiaju is not a superb driver who can make a living by relying solely on driving skills. When the yellow mask squeezes him to the side desperately, facing the few passers-by who can't dodge in front of him, Zhang Jiaju had to choose to brake and watch the bandits leave.

When Zhang Jiaju returned to the hotel, she wanted to inquire about Duan Xiaofeng's whereabouts, but unexpectedly, the bad news was suddenly heard. Duan Xiaofeng was suspected of pretending to be a police officer and killing people, and was taken back to the police station for investigation.

How could Zhang Jiaju believe it? But one after another, evidence was presented. He was a policeman and had been with this procedure for most of his life. He had to believe it even if he didn't believe it. Anger filled his mind. Zhang Jiaju wanted to find Duan Xiaofeng immediately and punch him hard. However, as soon as he turned around, he saw the other team members indignant, as if he had thought of something. Zhang Jiaju was like a basin of cold water, and his eyes were awake, "Don't cover his eyes with anger, you can't see other possibilities." He warned the colleagues in the group to calm down.

"I'll go and hear what he said."

When Zhang Jiaju found Duan Xiaofeng, she was in the interrogation room.

The lights were shaking from the top of his head, and Duan Xiaofeng sat down in a daze, indeed without the behavior of the police. Seeing Zhang Jiaju coming, he was overjoyed. He claimed that he was framed and that he already knew the true identity of the Red Mask, but he told the police several times that the police did not believe it, but instead kept asking him questions that he didn't know at all.

Zhang Jiaju looked at Duan Xiaofeng with a complicated face, wondering whether he should trust the person in front of him. He sat opposite the interrogation table and said that Wu Ze, who was accused, took sick leave this morning to rest at home. His parents were not here, and the housekeeper did not come. He was the only one. The police visited the nearby one. The pharmacy clerk at the entrance of the community said that he had sent medicine to Wu Ze's house in the morning. There was someone at home. Although the person who took the medicine wore a mask, the clerk confirmed that the person was Wu Ze.

"You have no evidence to prove that it was Wu Ze who committed the crime. All the evidence proves that the murderer was you." Zhang Jiaju told Duan Xiaofeng.

Duan Xiaofeng was in distress and stood up in an anxious manner and shouted: "He is lying to others! Everyone was deceived by him!" He kept talking about the battle with Red Mask in the alley, saying that he had seen Wu Ze's face up close and would never admit his mistake. "He has a problem, you should continue to check him!"

Similar plots have been staged hundreds or thousands of times in this place. Zhang Jiaju is not surprised, but just smokes silently and squints his eyes to observe Duan Xiaofeng.

The room was filled with smoke, causing the light hanging above the head to deform.

Duan Xiaofeng ran away in the room for a while. When he was tired, he sat back on the chair and asked blankly: "What crime will I be convicted of?"

"Crazy fraud? Intentional homicide? Organize, lead, participate in terrorist organization crimes?..."

Duan Xiaofeng couldn't sit still and ran back and forth impatiently.

"Do I still save it?" he asked.

"Yes." Zhang Jiaju nodded.

Duan Xiaofeng's eyes lit up.

"Unless the Red Masks and they reappear, commit the crime again, and then fall into our hands and take the initiative to explain everything."

Zhang Jiaju is tactfully saying that it is impossible.

Duan Xiaofeng smiled dejectedly: "So, unless they suddenly go crazy..."

Zhang Jiaju said in a muffled voice: "Yes."

...

In a place similar to the stronghold, the lights are not sufficiently illuminated.

The three masked bandits scattered uneasyly all over the stronghold, as if they were witnessing something big, and their breathing fell lightly.

The atmosphere is depressing and solemn.

Not far from them, butterflies lay on the sofa, with blood staining a few gauze red. Wu Ze knelt beside her without saying a word.

Wu Ze looked at the butterfly, as if he was looking at a fragile porcelain, even his eyes were light and he dared not use force.

"Aze..." The butterfly's face was bloodless, and her bright big eyes had already lost their former spirit. It seemed that she had lost too much blood. She would die if she closed her eyes.

She looked at Wu Ze softly, and as she looked, tears couldn't stop coming out, as if she felt sad when she thought that she would never see Wu Ze again.

Wu Ze did not say anything, leaned over and kissed Butterfly's forehead, then kissed her eyes, cheeks, nose, and finally her lips.
To be continued...