He had heard that Qian Gui was one of Tang Tao's few and closest friends outside.
The two often visited high-end entertainment venues and had similar odors. Qian Gui, as the director of the department, could provide convenience for Tang Tao in many matters.
None of the four people responded to his words. Huang Mao was rolling around on the ground with his crotch in his hands, grinning and screaming, as if he was about to die, and rolled under the bench where he was sitting before. When Lu Fan wasn't paying attention, he suddenly stretched out his hand and
He pulled off the tape stuck under the bench, took out a pistol, and pointed the black muzzle at Lu Fan!
"Draw it up!"
Huang Mao pointed his gun at Lu Fan while struggling to get up from the ground.
There is a gun hidden here?!
Lu Fan was caught off guard, looking at the black muzzle of the gun, a flash of panic flashed subconsciously in his eyes.
This was the first time in his life that he faced a gun, and it was also the first time in his life that he smelled the aura of extreme danger.
He was confident that he could knock down these four gangsters without using his hands, but bullets were ruthless, and no matter how fast a person was, they could not outrun bullets.
But compared to these, what shocked Lu Fan even more was that Tang Tao could be so insane and crazy. He just slapped him in return, but he actually secretly instigated local gangsters to take revenge on him with guns!
Seeing Lu Fan standing still, staring at him coldly, this reaction that did not show the expected panic and kneeling down to beg for mercy deeply stimulated the last self-esteem in Huang Mao's heart, which made his eyes turn red.
, completely tore off the mask, like a crazed lunatic, with a distorted face and shouted at Lu Fan: "Aren't you awesome? Aren't you very good at fighting? Come on, show me another one!"
boom!
Huang Mao pulled the trigger in excitement.
Outside the detention room, a black Passat rushed into the police station door, followed by four explosion-proof police cars with sirens flashing.
At the police station late at night, only one duty officer in the duty room was left. When the duty officer saw a car breaking in, he just opened the door and rushed out to ask who was so bold as to break into this place.
The window in the back seat of the Passat has been lowered, revealing a face with sharp edges and dignity.
"I'm Zhao Hong! Where is Lu Fan being held?"
Zhao Hong's voice sounded in the dark night.
At the same time, a dull gunshot made everyone raise their heads.
When Zhao Hong led the explosion-proof police to break open the door of the detention room, he saw Huang Mao holding a gun in his hand and pointing the gun at Lu Fan shakily.
All the riot police officers immediately raised their riot shields in front of them as if they were facing a formidable enemy, loaded their rifles, and aimed at Huang Mao who was holding the gun.
This is a violent gun incident!
Zhao Hong's eyes suddenly turned cold and he scolded sternly: "Put down your weapons! You still have a chance to be lenient before you die!"
As for the three gangsters lying on the ground, Zhao Hong paid no attention to them. All his attention was focused on Lu Fan, who was pointed at a gun.
The guard on duty following him also focused his eyes on the short gun in Huang Mao's hand. He couldn't help but feel cold all over his body, and then he almost wanted to die!