The rain fell, the strong wind roared, the sand and stones flew, the big trees on the roadside danced with the wind, the signs of the small supermarket on the roadside were blown down by the wind, and the slammed on the ground, and every household closed their doors and windows to collect their clothes. The streets, which were very lively on weekdays, quickly became extremely empty.

Liu Handong and Xiaofan rushed to the courtyard No. 108, pushed open the iron gate and entered. The mahjong table in the yard was moved to the first floor. The card game was going on. On the second floor, Sister Zhang took the child and there was a lock at home. Zhu Xiaoqiang was not playing DOTA, and there was no one in the room. Xiaoli and Xiaohong on the third floor had not yet got off work, and there was no one on the fourth floor.

They went up the stairs and left a string of watery footprints. As soon as the big iron door was pushed open, Ma Guoqing walked in staggeringly, his stomach began to hurt again, and beads of sweat dripped down. It was his strong perseverance that made the old policeman step by step.

It was already the beginning of autumn, and the heavy rain was still raging, hitting the roof of the Highlander car, making a dull sound. Gu Changjun nodded at the four people in the car, without saying a word.

Four burly men in Highlandary opened the door and got out of the car, stepped on the accumulated water and walked towards No. 108. Behind them, the four doors of the Accord opened wide, and four men got out of the car, slammed the door, holding a long fishing bag in their hands,

Gu Changjun brought eight people over. These people were all famous men on the road, who had killed people and had seen blood. They were qualified to enter the palace for the second and third places. They worked flawlessly and were definitely first-class experts.

Originally, a simple matter was getting bigger and bigger, and the superiors gave a death order. If it could not be completed today, the Gu Chang Army would face a catastrophe.

He lit a cigarette and slightly lowered the car window into a crack. The rain immediately poured in. The rain came in time and would wash away all traces. Then he looked at the security camera on the telephone poles. Gu Changjun smiled contemptuously. These things were fooling the leader, and they broke down every now and then, and the bad weather was even more unreliable.

On the fourth floor, Liu Handong took off his soaked sweatshirt and heard an extremely calm voice from behind: "Police! Lift up your hand and turn it slowly, don't move around."

Liu Handong slowly turned around and saw a middle-aged man with gray hair aiming his gun at him with one hand at his waist. This was the standard posture of a policeman holding a gun in the 1980s. He could be very good at preventing the other party from snatching the gun and was relatively stable when shooting.

"Liu Handong?" asked the middle-aged uncle.

Liu Handong nodded.

The other party threw a pair of handcuffs over and said coldly: "Put it on yourself, don't play tricks."

Liu Handong picked up the handcuffs and put them on his left and right wrists.

"Dress harder." The old policeman was extremely majestic.

Liu Handong pulled the handcuff gears into two more frames.

Xiaofan took his clothes from the balcony and was shocked to see this scene.

"Don't be afraid, I'm a policeman." The old policeman's tone became much kinder and ordered Liu Handong: "You walk in front and go downstairs."

The rain was heavy and pouring, and it was difficult to take the criminal to the police station with such a climate. Ma Guoqing just wanted to take him downstairs and ask the landlord to call the police.

Liu Handong walked slowly in front, followed by Xiaofan, and finally Ma Guoqing, who was holding a gun.

When I went down to the second floor, I saw a group of people coming up from below. The stairs were narrow and there was only one person walking. At the front was a sinister man, dressed in sportswear and holding a pitch-black pistol in his hand.

He suddenly encountered two encounters and was stunned. In the midst of lightning, Liu Handong jumped up and kicked the person below. The sinister man was caught off guard and was kicked. He was knocked over. A ball of fire appeared in the pistol. Just as a thunderclap sounded, covering up the gunshot. The bullet hit the cement floor and bounced back several times, but it collapsed on the gunman. Blood was splashed everywhere, and the person lies down and does not get up.

The people walking in front of both sides fell down, followed by Xiaofan and another gunman below. The man raised his pistol, and Xiaofan froze, motionless.

Ma Guoqing was quick-witted and pushed Xiaofan aside, raised his gun and fired, and fired at the same time. It was almost impossible to miss the close-range shooting. Ma Guoqing stood high, and the bullet fired from the May Fourth pistol hit the opponent's head, but the opponent's bullet also shot into his stomach. A police shirt that had been wearing for more than ten years was immediately stained with blood.

The third gunman followed, holding a shotgun with a saw-sawed shortened stock and barrel, aiming at Ma Guoqing with a black muzzle. At the critical moment, Liu Handong, who was lying on the stairs, picked up a gun and shot all six bullets in the magazine at the fastest speed on the gunman. Blood was splattering everywhere. The killers who were rushing up behind heard the dense gunshots and immediately retreated in a hurry.

Liu Handong picked up the shotgun, and suddenly Ma Guoqing shouted: "Put down the gun!"

The May 4th pistol aimed at Liu Handong, and Ma Guoqing's hand kept bleeding, which was the blood from the wound.

Liu Handong suddenly aimed at Ma Guoqing. The two of them were just a few feet away, and the black muzzles were aimed at each other, with their fingers on the trigger. With a slight move, both sides would be injured immediately.

The killers were ready to move again and touched the stairs.

In the first floor room, several aunts who were playing mahjong were so scared that they lay on the ground and blocked the door with a chair. The landlord kept pressing 110 while holding the phone, but the phone line was broken by the strong wind and there was no sound in the receiver.

"Put down the gun!" Ma Guoqing and Liu Handong shouted at the top of their heads face to face, and no one was willing to put down their weapons first.

Fire is about to break out.

"No! Brother is a good person!" Xiaofan suddenly spoke and rushed over to block Liu Handong.

At this time, the killer's head was poked out from the downstairs. Liu Handong and Ma Guoqing turned the gun at the same time, and the bullets were out of the bore, causing bricks and stone debris to fly, and their ears were buzzing.

On Tiedra Street, Wang Xing stopped brakes. He heard familiar gunfire from the thunder. There were May Fourth, shotguns, and even automatic rifles. A fierce gunfight was taking place nearby!

He hurriedly got out of the car, touched his body, and looked around without weapons, and picked up a heavy brick.

Liu Handong was very calm. This was not the first time he had a real gun and fire. On the top of the plateau, he and his comrades had faced the test of blood and fire when they faced the fierce separatist militants.

The killer below was very powerful. He used military weapons and blocked the corridor with dense bullets. Seeing that the enemy was about to attack, Liu Handong shouted to cover me. Ma Guoqing raised his gun and fired several rounds in succession. Liu Handong quickly went upstairs with a shotgun in one hand, jumped down from the second floor, and fired a gun in mid-air. The shotgun fan was covered, and a killer with an automatic rifle was killed on the spot.

Liu Handong held the shotgun holster with one hand and threw it, loaded the bullets, lay on the ground and fired another shot, driving the killers out of the yard. Five bullets in the shotgun were shot, and he rolled over and picked up the automatic rifle.

As soon as he picked up the gun, he saw a killer coming downstairs, raising the gun to shoot Ma Guoqing. Liu Handong was handcuffed and was inconvenient to hold the gun. He raised the gun to shoot. Ma Guoqing was shocked and thought that Liu Handong was going to shoot at him. He was about to move, but the killer was strangled from behind and the gun was pressed against his head.

"Put down the gun!" the killer threatened.

Liu Handong did not hesitate at all, pulled the trigger, and a bullet spun out of the gun chamber, hitting the killer's forehead.

The huge kinetic energy of the 7.62mm rifle bullet lifted the killer's sky spirit cover, and flew backwards, red and white, covering the wall.

Ma Guoqing was in a cold sweat. He trembled and took out the handcuffs and keys from his trousers and threw them down.

Liu Handong picked up the key and quickly opened the handcuffs. He skillfully picked up this imitation Bayi bar made from Burmese with his hands, hiding behind the cement screen wall, with extremely standard tactical movements.

Ma Guoqing raised his gun to guard the top of the ground to prevent the killer from attacking from the roof again.

Five of the eight killers were killed instantly, with only three left, and they were unable to attack, but they were unwilling to fail like this, and each hid behind the telephone poles and cars, aiming the muzzle at the courtyard gate. No one noticed that Wang Xing came from behind with a brick in his hand.

After a brick, the killer hiding behind the car was slapped on the back of the head and fell down softly. Wang Xing took a fake May 4 from his hand, pulled the gun chamber open, confirmed that it was a live ammunition, and aimed at the killer behind the telephone pole in front.

The killer was taking out a grenade from his arms, and was hit by Wang Xing in the head before he pulled out the insurance pin. The detective's shooting skills were not covered, and two shots were shot one after another, and he would definitely die.

There was only one person left, and he was attacked from both sides and behind. He shot twice in a crazily, turned around and ran away. He was shot in his leg without running out for more than ten steps, and fell into the mud and water.

On the empty street, there was no sign of Highlander, and only an empty black Accord was left.

Wang Xing hid behind the car and shouted loudly: "People in the yard, report their identity." Then he took out his cell phone and dialed the number of the Criminal Police Detachment.

On the stairs, Ma Guoqing was dying. Xiaofan helped the police officer press the wound under Liu Handong's instructions. Suddenly, the ringtone of the cell phone rang. It was Ma Guoqing's cell phone.

Liu Handong took it to pick it up.

"Dad, why haven't you come back to have a meal yet? You don't even say anything when you work overtime. Mom and I have been waiting for you for a long time." It was a coquettish female voice.

"Your father was shot, he was on Tiedra Street." Liu Handong said that someone outside the yard shouted, asking the people inside to report their identities. It seemed that police reinforcements had arrived.

"A policeman is injured, call an ambulance." Liu Handong shouted.

Before the phone was hung up, Ma Guoqing's daughter Ma Ling's microphone fell to the ground. In the kitchen, the mother who was hot in the meal asked: "Ling'er, is your dad still coming back to have a meal? If you don't come back, let's have a meal first."

Ma Ling's eyes were whimpering and she cried.

An hour later, on Tiedra Street, sirens were rising one after another, and dozens of police cars were parked on the scene, the Criminal Police Detachment, the Special Police Brigade, the Armed Police Force, the Police Force, the Police Station, and the traffic police, forensic doctors, and the hospital ambulance, blocking the streets. The people all stood outside the cordon and watched the fun in the rain, witnessing black plastic bags containing corpses put into the ambulance.

The rain was still falling, and the blood stain on the ground was diluted and flowed into the sewer. Investigators wore gloves and picked up bullet shells everywhere. This was the largest gun-related case in Omi City when Jianguo came to Omi City. Six people died, and one was dizzy by a brick and was still in a coma.

The case used a large number of firearms, hundreds of bullets, pistols, rifles, shotguns, and even a grenade. The leaders' heads were two rounds wide in the on-site command vehicle.

The first person to call the police was private detective Wang Xing. He called a colleague of the Criminal Police Detachment and said that a gun case occurred here, and some police were injured and urgently needed support and ambulances. However, after the police arrived, they did not find the injured colleague and could not find Wang Xing. No one answered the phone call.

There were no witnesses in the case, and even the residents in the yard No. 108 did not see the incident. As the gunshots came, they were so scared that they lay on the ground and did not see anyone.

"You have to find them even if you dig three feet into the ground." The commander-in-chief of the on-site, Deputy Director Hao, who was in charge of criminal investigation in the municipal bureau, issued a death order, and immediately said to his subordinates, "Check me with the provincial department, I want to report to Director Song."

Suddenly the ringtone of the cell phone rang, Deputy Director Hao took out his cell phone, waved his hand, and directed the car to calm down instantly.

"Hello, Mayor Jin, I'm just about to report to you..." Hao Guanghui waved his hand to repel everyone.
Chapter completed!