"Wang shakes his name, puts down his gun, and surrenders immediately."
Tan Min's arms were trembling a little, and her palms were sweating due to nervousness. A look of excitement and nervousness flashed across her young face.
It’s no wonder that when she first entered the police station, she met a big fish on her first duty. How could she not be excited and nervous at the same time?
Wang Yaoming was a well-known gangster in the three eastern provinces. He was cruel and vicious, and his hands were stained with blood. He once massacred 120 people in a small village in one night. It can be said that he was guilty of many crimes and could never be redeemed by death.
If Wang Yaoming is a big fish, then he is also a big shark with a bloody mouth and ferocious teeth.
Hearing Tan Min's shouting, Wang Yaoming was stunned for a moment, then slowly put the box cannon on the ground, put his hands behind his head, and slowly retreated to the wall and looked at Tan Min, with a smile in his eyes.
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Tan Min stepped forward and squatted down to pick up the pistol on the ground. The pistol in his hand was always pointed at Wang Yaoming.
Although she is the only daughter of former police chief Tan Yuntian, criminals will not buy into her father's favor, so she is very careful and does not dare to make any mistakes.
"Little sister, I won't resist." Wang Yaoming seemed to have seen through her psychology and cooperated without moving. Tan Min felt relieved and took out the handcuffs from his waist and cuffed Wang Yaoming.
He breathed a sigh of relief and put away the pistol.
"Let's go back to the station with me." Tan Min shook his head towards Wang Yaoming, and Wang Yaoming cooperated and turned around and walked towards the intersection.
The two people walked forward for about a few dozen meters and arrived at the entrance of an alley. As long as they passed through this alley, they would reach the backstreet of the police station.
Just when Tan Min was distracted, Wang Yaoming, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around and kicked Tan Min in the forehead.
"call"
With the sound of wind, Tan Min was caught off guard. Relying on his family skills, he built an iron plank bridge, raised his upper body and back into an arch shape, and made a sharp sweep that whizzed past the tip of his nose, shocking him into a cold sweat, and hurriedly
He took a few steps back and looked up to see Wang Yaoming staring at him with contempt on his face.
"How did you get out?" Tan Min looked at the handcuffs on Wang Yaoming's hands in surprise and couldn't believe it.
"As for me, do you think a small pair of steel cuffs can lock me?" Wang Yaoming opened his hand, threw the steel cuffs in his hand aside, and sneered.
"It seems that I underestimated you, but I still want to catch you." Tan Min stepped forward, raised his fists flat, and showed his posture.
"Yeah, I'm still a martial artist, but today I'm going to let you know what it means to be powerful." Wang Yaoming also squatted down and showed a fighting posture.
Tan Min has been practicing Kung Fu for more than ten years since he was six years old. The Xingyiquan and Tan Kung Fu passed down from his family can be regarded as genuine. He was confident that he could defeat the vicious criminal in front of him. But it was only after he got started that he discovered his Kung Fu skills.
There is no match for this criminal.
The two exchanged only four or five moves before Tan Min was punched in the lower abdomen, followed by another kick in the back, causing him to fall to the ground.
Tan Min spit out the blood in his mouth and struggled to stand up from the ground. Before he could stand still, he was kicked by Wang Yaoming. He struggled to get up and a big foot stepped on him.
His palms were grinding back and forth viciously.
"If you beg for mercy, I'll be happy and I can spare your life." Wang Yaoming smiled proudly and increased his strength under his feet. Blood flowed from Tan Min's fingers and stained the soil under his palms red.
"Bah", Tan Min couldn't move on the ground. He endured the excruciating pain and spat on the ground in disgust.
"Okay, okay, you have the guts. Anyway, I don't care about killing one more person, so I'll send you on your way." Wang Yaoming was aroused, and he raised his right foot to step on Tan Min's head. Tan Min closed his eyes in despair.
eyes.
"Whoosh", the sound of a sharp weapon piercing the air came, followed by a scream, which woke Tan Min up. He looked up and saw Wang Yaoming screaming, taking two steps back, with a nail on his right leg.
A shining silver five-inch steel needle.
A figure jumped out from the street not far away, stood in front of Wang Yaoming, and looked at him calmly.
"It's amazing. It's not easy to throw a dagger from such a long distance. He was able to hit and hurt me with such a small steel needle. It seems not easy to deal with." Wang Yaoming stretched out his hand to pull out the bloody steel needle.
He threw the needle on the ground without paying any attention to the wound on his leg. He looked at the young man opposite him angrily, but he was secretly on guard in his heart.
Tan Min looked at the young man and saw that he was about 24 or 25 years old. He was tall, with arms and legs and waist. He was wearing ordinary cloth. Some places were damaged and threads were exposed, but his eyes were shining and captivating.
of cold light.
The young man stood there with a stern expression, looking at Wang Yaoming without saying a word.
"Who are you and why are you meddling in this business?" Wang Yaoming suppressed his anger and said as politely as possible.
"He is Wang Yaoming, catch him!" Tan Min, who fell to the ground, shouted hoarsely.
"Young man, it's none of your business. If you let me go, I'll give you a thousand yuan." Wang Yaomingjian, the young man lowered his head and pondered, and quickly threw out his temptation.
One thousand yuan was a huge sum of money at the time, enough for a family of three to live comfortably for several years!
Tan Min was startled and quickly looked at the young man, only to see the young man standing there, still motionless.
"Think carefully, with this money, you can live comfortably for the rest of your life, why not?" Wang Yaoming thought that the young man was moved, and took out a thick stack of banknotes from his arms.
He shook his head and then turned to look at Tan Min, who was struggling to get up next to him: "As for this little policeman, I will take care of it. No one will know about it. Don't you feel relieved?"
The young man raised his head as if he had made a decision, and nodded towards Wang Yaoming: "Okay, I'll do as you say."
Tan Min's heart fell to the bottom, and he looked at the young man in despair.
Wang Yaoming was ecstatic for a while, but what the young man said next made him almost mad.
"But you can wait until you get the money to the police station before giving it to me." A hint of cunning flashed in the young man's eyes, and a smile appeared on his lips.
"Damn it, you're playing tricks on me!" Wang Yaoming became furious and rushed forward, punching me in the head.
The young man stepped back to avoid the punch, but was met with a palm. Wang Yaoming raised his left hand to block, and made a fist with his right hand to hit the young man's left chest. The young man retracted his right hand, punched out with his left fist, and met the young man.
Wang Yaoming's right fist.
"Ah" screamed, Wang Yaoming covered his right fist and stepped back, his right fist was covered in blood and flesh.
The young man retracted his left hand, the smile on his face faded, and a vigorous murderous aura emanated from his body. In an instant, he seemed to have changed. His face was stern, and his eyes looked at Wang Yaoming as if he were looking at an inanimate object.
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Wang Yaoming couldn't help but trembled. He was very sensitive to this murderous aura after many years of experience on the edge of life and death. This fierce murderous aura can only be seen by people who have been fighting on the battlefield all year round. His voice was trembling: "You, who are you?
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The young man's move was like lightning, and there was a crisp sound of fracture. Wang Yaoming's hands were broken by the young man's strokes. The young man didn't stop at all. He moved his hands up to grab Wang Yaoming's shoulder blades and shook Wang Yaoming's.
His arms were immediately dislocated and hung down softly. With a wave of his right hand, the young man pointed his fingers together like a halberd, with his five fingers together forming a hook shape, and struck heavily on Wang Yaoming's eyebrows. With a twist of his wrist, he swept his fingers along Wang Yaoming's forehead.
On the temple of the name.
Wang Yaoming shook a little, his whole body made a sound of bones colliding, and he fell to the ground like a soft puddle of mud, making no sound.
"It's amazing." Tan Min was shocked by what he saw and couldn't help but blurted out: "Who are you?"
"I am Inspector Peng Yun of the Detective Team of Fengtian Police Station, and I am known as Peng Yan Wang." The young man calmed down and looked calm. The murderous intention just now disappeared without a trace, and he smiled at Tan Min.