The political commissar stepped on the courtyard wall and jumped into a courtyard.
He observed from the rooftop that every exit was guarded by police with guns.
The police's strategy is very clear: surround without attacking.
The owner of this family, an old lady in her sixties, was sitting cross-legged on the kang, squinting her eyes and smoking a pipe. She didn't look panicked when she saw a stranger appear in the yard.
Political Commissar - Political Commissar and Deputy Brigadier of the Anti-League Education Brigade Zhang Zhaolin stabilized his mind and said to the old lady through the window: "Madam, don't be afraid, I'm just giving you a way and I'll leave right away..."
There were chaotic footsteps outside the courtyard.
Surrounded by everyone, Wang Liansheng strode in front, looking very majestic.
As he walked, he asked: "Are you sure that guy has no bullets?"
Someone next to him replied: "He fired six shots in total, and at most there was only one bullet left."
Wang Liansheng stopped and ordered: "Listen to my order, work in pairs, search from house to house, and be sure to find the person!"
Sergeant Zhang said: "Team leader, reinforcements are probably coming soon. We just need to hold the exit..."
"Any major espionage case involves, the gang from the Secret Service Division will definitely be present. Then we will have nothing to do. Didn't you hear that guy only has one bullet left at most? We have more than a dozen guns. We are afraid of what he will do.
?You heard me right, search!"
"I'm afraid that once the people are dispersed, it will give him a chance to escape."
"There are people guarding the exit. Where is he going to escape?"
"I think we should wait for reinforcements..."
"What do you think? I am the team leader or you are the team leader?"
"But, what if..."
Wang Liansheng stared: "Execute the order!"
The first level of officialdom crushes people to death.
Sheriff Zhang had no choice but to obey.
Theoretically speaking, there is no problem for Wang Liansheng to do this.
There are only a dozen households in this area, so the search can be completed quickly. As long as rebels are found during the search, other people can rush over at any time to provide reinforcements.
Qi Yue was working with a police officer named Zhao, and the two of them were responsible for searching the old lady's house.
Zhang Zhaolin is now in a dilemma.
He couldn't stay on the roof forever, he would have to come down sooner or later.
If you retreat, you will be discovered immediately, and there is no place to hide. The policeman was right, Zhang Zhaolin only had the last bullet left in the chamber of his gun.
Police officer Zhao in uniform is walking this way.
Qi Yue followed him neither far nor near.
The old lady on the kang looked outside the courtyard for a while, then pointed to the corner with her pipe and pot.
——There is a pile of straw in the corner that is as tall as a person. It must be that a child often plays hide-and-seek with his friends, so he dug a hole in the straw to hide.
Now, the hole is open, and there is a bundle of straw that has been forgotten to plug it back.
Zhang Zhaolin had no choice but to try his luck. He ducked into the hole and pulled the straw over to block the entrance.
Police officer surnamed Zhao and Qi Yue entered the yard cautiously, one after the other.
The furnishings in this house were simple and everything could be seen at a glance. Officer Zhao looked around with his gun and found no place to hide anyone, so he asked the old lady: "Has anyone come here just now?"
The old lady took a puff of her cigarette and laughed: "We don't raise animals at home, so we raise a dog, and we stay away from home all day."
Officer Zhao repeated loudly: "I'm asking you if anyone has come here!"
The old lady waved her hands repeatedly: "No, no, no beast."
Police Officer Zhao frowned: "You are a beast, why does it sound like a curse..."
Watching the two people leave the house, the old lady spat hard and cursed in a low voice: "The two devils who were stabbed a thousand times are nothing but beasts!..."
The old lady's son was dragged to build a blockhouse without any commission from the supervisor. He was falsely accused of secretly colluding with the rebels, and he almost died in prison for this.
Because of this, the old lady has long hated these guys in uniform.
When he reached the gate of the courtyard, Officer Zhao stopped, turned around and stared at the haystack for a while, picked up a dung fork and walked over.
He was trying to see if there was anyone hidden in the haystack.
Qi Yue thought to himself that it seemed that the political commissar was doomed.
He saw something was wrong as soon as he entered the yard.
It snowed all night last night, and the haystacks were covered with a thick layer of white snow. The straw blocking the entrance of the cave looked a bit awkward - there was very little snow on it.
It was obvious that someone had moved this bundle of straw, inevitably shaking off some of the snow.
Police Officer Zhao held up the dung fork and stabbed it into the haystack.
Suddenly, a police officer shouted loudly from across the yard: "Stop, don't run!"
Almost at the same time, a figure quickly climbed onto the roof, and before anyone could react, he jumped to the roof of another building.
He was also jumping around on the roof. Compared with this person, Zhang Zhaolin can only be described as stupid.
And this man is as flexible as a cat walking on two legs.
The rebel who had been hiding showed up - everyone thought so.
Officer Zhao threw away the dung fork and chased him out.
Qi Yue shouted: "He ran eastward, chase him quickly!"
He was telling Zhang Zhaolin in the haystack.
There were only a dozen police officers in total, and most of them went to the east side, leaving naturally empty guards on the west side.
At this time, the man on the roof had already rushed to the east exit of the alley. He was running faster on the roof than others on the ground.
Wang Liansheng huddled in the corner and ordered his men nervously: "As soon as he shows his head, shoot him in the lower third, but don't kill him!"
There were at least six or seven policemen standing ready at the entrance of the alley.
Other police officers chased him down the alley.
Suddenly there was a chain on the man's hand, with a flying claw attached to one end of the chain.
He picked it up, shook it twice, and threw it out hard.
The flying claw accurately grasped the merchant's plaque protruding from the two-story building across the street.
No one thought of this move.
Under normal circumstances, there is a street in between, and no one can single-handedly get through the interception of more than a dozen guns, but this happened.
Under the attention of passers-by, the man jumped up and flew out in the air.
Wang Liansheng hurriedly ordered: "Shoot! Shoot quickly!"
Suddenly, there was a loud sound of gunfire.
The man landed on the roof of the building across the street, staggered and quickly disappeared.
Sheriff Zhang led his men to chase him for a while, and then came back dejected to report: not even a shadow was seen.
The cooked duck flew away, and Wang Liansheng was somewhat furious: "A bunch of trash! After more than a dozen shots, where the hell did they go!"
A police officer defended: "Moving targets are difficult to hit because they fly too fast..."
At this moment, a car sped up.
After the car stopped, a man with a mustache and sinister eyes stepped out of the car.
He is Liu Wenlong, the captain of the Special Operations Team.