With a "crunch", the jeep stopped next to Fan Hongyu, raising a puff of smoke and dust.
"Xiao Fan? What's the matter?"
Zheng Fengkuang didn't expect to meet Fan Hongyu here. He poked his head out of the passenger seat of the jeep without any precautions and asked impatiently.
Fan Hongyu squinted his eyes and saw four people crowded in the back seat of the jeep. Three young and strong men pressed Tong Yu into the back seat and covered her mouth with his hand, preventing her from uttering a sound.
Tong Yu's charming big eyes showed a look of fear, anger and despair.
Fan Hongyu just glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze, walked closer with a smile, and said to Zheng Fengkuang: "Brother Zheng, I want to ask you to help me with some small things. Well, let me borrow something..."
"What is it? Say it quickly!"
Zheng Fengkuang became even more impatient, but looking at the face of the drink, he was still holding on to his patience.
"Lend me your head!"
Fan Hongxue laughed, with a sarcastic look on his face.
"What? Oops..."
Before Zheng Fengkuang came to his senses, Fan Hongyu had already pulled out the iron rod from his lower back like lightning, hit Zheng Fengkuang's head with all his strength, and smashed it down with a "whoosh".
In the flash of lightning, Zheng Fengkuang had no room to parry or dodge, so he could only instinctively shrink his head back into the jeep.
Soon enough, there was a muffled "pop" sound, the short stick passed over Zheng Fengkuang's head, and hit his shoulder hard, and then the sound of broken bones was heard.
The iron ruler weighed three to four kilograms, and Zheng Fengkuang's shoulder blades were smashed when he was touched so affectionately.
Fan Hongyu struck out with a stick, and then stretched out his hand to open the door of the jeep. He grabbed Zheng Fengkuang's chest and pulled hard, pulling Zheng Fengkuang's body of more than 100 kilograms out. He raised his right hand high again,
The stick was raised and lowered, and there was another "pop" sound. Zheng Feng's head was hit, and immediately it was like smashing a watermelon, and black and red blood spurted out.
Zheng Fengkuang immediately collapsed to the ground, twitching all over.
Things changed for a while, and everyone was stunned. When a few people in the car came to their senses, Zheng Fengkuang was paralyzed there like a dead dog, with his head and face covered in a sea of blood, and he didn't make any sound.
Fan Hongyu has been in battle for a long time and has arrested countless people. He is never merciful and his attacks are extremely clean and neat!
"Son of a bitch, what are you doing? You're crazy!"
After a while, Huang Liansheng in the back seat yelled, pushed the door open with a bang, and jumped out.
Huang Liansheng is tall, stout and powerful.
But no one expected that Fan Hongyu would suddenly take action against Zheng Fengkuang. By the time Huang Liansheng woke up, Zheng Fengkuang was already in serious trouble.
According to the records of the case, among the several principal criminals who participated in the beating of Bao Xing, Huang Liansheng was the ringleader. Later, he and Zheng Fengkuang were shot. But at this moment, Huang Liansheng naturally did not know that his life had actually taken a turn for the worse.
The final journey. If history continues on its original trajectory, he will be tied to the execution ground and executed two months later.
Fan Hongyu suddenly came back from more than twenty years later and stopped Zheng Fengkuang's jeep. History has begun to change. However, this change may not be a good thing for Huang Liansheng.
Huang Liansheng had just gotten out of the back seat of the jeep, and before he could make any move, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him. Xia Yan held up the iron ruler and hit him on the head with all his strength.
Come down.
Huang Liansheng was shocked, and in desperation, he raised his right arm to block the car. Then he let out a scream, and Fan Hongyu heard the sound of broken bones again.
Huang Liansheng’s arm is finished!
Fan Hongyu ignored it at all, and immediately squatted down next to Zheng Fengkuang, reaching out to touch his waist.
It is clearly recorded in the case file that on the day of the incident, Zheng Fengkuang was armed with a gun.
Different from the criminal police, security police officers were not allowed to carry guns at any time. They could only carry guns when performing important tasks. After the tasks were completed, they had to return the guns in a timely manner. However, in 1987, the internal firearms management system of the public security agencies was changed.
It's not strict. Yuyang is located in a small county, and Zheng Fengkuang's special status means that no one will care whether he violates the gun regulations.
In fact, Zheng Fengkuang has almost never left his side with his gun in recent years.
Fan Hongyu reached out and touched the holster on Zheng Fengkuang's waist. He quickly unhooked the holster and pulled out a Type 64 pistol.
Fan Hongyu has used this kind of gun for more than ten years and is very familiar with it.
Over there, Huang Liansheng was extremely brave. His right arm was broken and hanging limply by his side. However, he still raised his left hand and fought with Xia Yan. He made a sound like a cow howling from his mouth. His face was fierce, his eyes were blood red, and his hands and body were all red.
After receiving a few more blows, a flying kick knocked Xia Yan staggering a few steps and fell to the ground.
Huang Liansheng roared angrily, strode forward, raised his leather-shoeed foot and kicked Xia Yan down.
Xia Yan was also young and strong. Although he was not as strong as Huang Liansheng, his "combat experience" was extremely rich, which was no joke. At critical moments, he could often play an unexpected role.
Seeing Huang Liansheng's big foot kicked down, Xia Yan picked up the iron ruler and swept over without saying a word.
There was a "click", and Coptis chinensis growled with a pitiful cry. The tibia broke immediately, and he could no longer stand steadily. He fell down hard, and even lost two of his front teeth, and his mouth was full of blood.
After a while, the driver of the jeep and another young man in the back seat jumped out, each holding a bright dagger, and rushed towards Xia Yan.
"Stop! Whoever moves will be killed!"
Fan Hongyu stood up with a whoosh, pointed the black muzzle straight forward, and opened the safety of the June 4th pistol with a curl of his thumb.
"You are crazy, if you dare, shoot."
These two were also fierce characters, fearless. The driver yelled at Fan Hongyu and raised his dagger.
He is also a police officer of the Public Security Bureau, and ordinary people cannot scare him, let alone a young boy in his twenties like Fan Hongyu.
What a joke, do you dare to shoot?
Can you play with a gun?
"boom"!
The driver finished shouting and was about to rush forward. As soon as he raised his right foot, the gun went off.
The driver groaned and was shot in the thigh. He knelt down with a "pop" and threw the dagger far away.
"If you dare to move again, I'll shoot you! What the hell!"
Fan Hongyu sneered and shouted.
The other guy holding the dagger suddenly turned pale and couldn't help but take two steps back, his eyes filled with fear.
This bastard really dares to shoot!
And it seemed that he was very skillful with this gun in his hand.
Officer Fan is a sharpshooter.
"Damn it, Zheng Fengkuang, stand up for me, don't pretend to be dead!"
After calming these bastards with one shot, Fan Hongyu immediately kicked Zheng Fengkuang, who was lying on the ground, and shouted angrily.
Zheng Fengkuang groaned in pain again and woke up leisurely.
This time, Brother Fan really wronged Officer Zheng. Officer Zheng really wasn't pretending to be dead. Fan Hongyu's two blows just now were not fun. He knocked Zheng Feng unconscious.
Fan Hongyu leaned down, grabbed Zheng Fengkuang's bloody hair, screamed with his arms, and pulled him up. Zheng Fengkuang cried out in pain, used his hands and feet together, and stood up. Fan Hongyu bent his left arm, wrapped it around Zheng Fengkuang's neck, and raised his gun with his right hand.
, pressed against his temple.
"You, get off the car!"
Fan Hongyu shouted at the last man sitting in the back seat of the jeep holding Tong Yu down. As he spoke, he pointed his pistol straight forward.
The man had already turned pale with fright. Facing the black muzzle of the gun, he trembled all over, nodded repeatedly, and hurriedly crawled out of the jeep. He stood there at a loss.
The changes are really amazing.
Where did these two murderous gods come from?
The whole two hundred and fifty, he shot Brother Feng directly, and he dared to shoot!
"Xiao Fan, you, what are you doing? I didn't offend you..."
It was only at this moment that Zheng Fengkuang finally recovered from his shock, panting and humming feebly.
Zheng Fengkuang is indeed baffled.
Didn't they just drink peace wine before this? He wanted to seduce Zhao Ge, but he didn't succeed yet. Why did Fan Hongyu make such a deadly move?
Zheng Fengkuang can be regarded as an "old policeman". He has been in the system and on the street for many years. Looking at this posture, there is no doubt that Fan Hongyu is playing with his life. Doesn't he know that today's matter can no longer be ended? As long as
As soon as he, Zheng Fengkuang, is freed, Fan Hongyu will die. And if Fan Hongyu really kills him, he will also die.
Could it be that he has lost his mind and gone crazy?
"I'm sorry, Brother Feng, you got into a big trouble, I'm here to save you today."
Fan Hongyu laughed and said jokingly.
Zheng Fengkuang made Monk Zhanger even more confused.
Is this it, or are you here to save me?
If he came to kill me, wouldn't he have been shot in the head long ago?
I have long heard that the second son of the old Fan family is very arrogant, but I have seen it today.
"Tong Yu, get out of the car quickly!"
Fan Hongyu stopped talking nonsense with Zheng Fengkuang and shouted loudly into the jeep again.
In fact, Tong Yu had already struggled to get out of the car without Fan Hongyu shouting.
As for how Fan Hongyu knew her name, who was confused at the time, and who asked for more details?
"You...who are you?"
Tong Yu looked at Fan Hongyu, took a few breaths, and asked in shock. Tong Yu's clothes had been torn in several places and were in a mess, but she still couldn't hide her beauty.
She was originally one of the "fuses" in this tragedy.
Fan Hongyu said: "Don't worry about who I am, I'm here to save people. Where is Bao Xing? Take us to find him!"
Tong Yu has been rescued now, but the matter is at most half done, and he must rescue Bao Xing immediately. Otherwise, the matter will still be difficult to resolve. Only by rescuing Bao Xing can Fan Hongyu's risk be worthwhile.
Otherwise, grabbing a police gun and shooting someone is a felony.
In his previous life, Fan Hongyu was depressed and frustrated. After all, he was still a policeman and his survival was not a problem. Now that he is back, if he is not careful, he might go to jail.
But things have come to this, there is no going back.
PS: So what, are there any recommendation votes? Are there any?
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