Zhang Shidong received a call from his mother, telling her that everything had been resolved. Kong Mei, who had just received the news, was finally treated as a hostage, breathed a sigh of relief.

When Zhang Shidong's car drove onto the road, the buzzing helicopter propeller sounded. A helicopter fell in an area just cleared out at the entrance of the Oriental Shopping Mall at the speed and angle of the air stunts. A man in a military uniform but could not hide his gentleness frowned and looked at the Q7 that started leaving. A blurry figure flashed through his mind, muttering: "Can it be him?"

Zhang Shidong hung up the phone, glanced at the area surrounded by the crowd through the rearview mirror, and gently bounced the steering wheel, tapped the accelerator, and the car quickly left the scene.

Several men and women with oil painted on their faces jumped off the helicopter in unique camouflage styles, and as if they had never seen the noise around them, they quickly rushed into the Oriental Commercial Building with guns, and did not let go of every murderer's murder along the way. They stopped and observed and continued to move forward. After more than ten minutes, they arrived at the eighth floor. Technical personnel from the provincial department and municipal bureau were busy on the scene. The forensic doctor was conducting the initial autopsy. The three injured murderers had been taken care of by special personnel to the military hospital for treatment.

Except for the man whose gentle appearance was covered by oil paint, standing at the position where Zhang Shidong rushed up and fired the first shot, the other people observed the positions of the bounce points one by one, and finally gathered at the position where Zhang Jun was tied up. Listening to Zhang Jun's introduction, they looked at each other in shock.

At the same time, the subtle movements of more than a hundred people were observed and judged from movements that were different from ordinary people. When the other party moved, he raised his gun and fired without hesitation. Not only did he reach the extreme of grasping the timing, but his confidence in his own shooting skills became the key to this shot.

After these people saw the corpse, their shock was even heavier. The bullets were injected into the murderer's body, and the positions were exactly the same. Several people focused their attention on a silly man.

"Muscles, bones, tendons, and professional surgeons holding scalpels cannot achieve such accuracy." The team's medical staff replied.

"Is this a human? I believe it's a machine, and there is no emotional fluctuation at all. Here, I can't detect a little human breath except for feeling cold." The team's main attack assaulter frowned and concluded.

The gentle man walked to them and said bluntly: "I can do it, but I will never be as relaxed as he is."

The female sniper with a bulge in front and a tilt back did not believe it: "Yin, how do you know that he is relaxed? Maybe he is more nervous than we imagined, and everything here may be coincidental."

The strong assaulter also nodded: "Combined with the people below, this guy is just a machine. The two guarding the stairs should have been killed by some kind of needle-like hidden weapon. He rushed up before the two fell and made a sound, leaving him to observe the environment for no more than three seconds or even shorter. He is not a human being. I don't believe that he has no emotional fluctuations at all, so he is not afraid of failure?"

Others also agreed. As elite squads of urban combat, the only combat capabilities of the entire downtown area of ​​China's streets and alleys is comparable to theirs. Their summary can be written into textbooks as a model for teaching.

The gentle man is the captain of this elite squad, a man called a god in the northern army. He is arrogant in analyzing the combat and use of firearms in the intelligence command squad, and has excellent practical combat capabilities in individual soldiers. However, once paired with his wise brain, his strength will rise several times.

He pointed at Ai's overwhelmed bed and said calmly: "The four guns were not put down until the end. With his strength, the bullets in two guns were enough to settle everything here. In order to keep a living, he fired more shots. He learned about the specific number of bandits, and the number of bullets that injured bandits increased. He had a variety of choices. The bullets left were for him to prevent accidental reservations. I said he was very relaxed because of this."

Hiddenly pointing at the scattered ash at the foot of the bed: "There are many people coming and going, blowing the ash here, otherwise you would have seen it. Relax and comfortable, time to smoke a cigarette, settle everything."

The female sniper shook her head: "Impossible, it's absolutely impossible. I don't believe there will be such a strong person."

A faint smile with a memory: "I have seen it. Just now, even him, the only one who can maintain the strongest state of fierce drinking and sucking hard."

The few people were shocked and looked at the captain, not believing that the captain who had always been arrogant would be so "humble".

Yin looked at the people: "I brought you out, what about me?"

ah!

Looking out the window, the blurry figure appeared in my mind and smiled faintly.

It's been more than two years, and you're back and stronger. I really want to fight side by side with you again.

Yin clenched his fist, and he was blaming himself for not having stronger physical fitness and why, nothing was wrong, and he eliminated himself in this regard.

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As a family member of a criminal policeman, Kong Mei had already prepared mentally many years ago. Every time her husband came back from a gunfire, she would cook several of her husband's favorite side dishes at home and drink some wine with her husband.

Braised pork, stewed potatoes with stupid chicken, red oil cucumber strips, shrimp stewed rapeseed, and a bottle of old real estate wine.

This time, it was no longer Kong Mei with her husband. She just needed to look happily at Zhao Ya who was helping by her side, and her father and son who were already sitting and drinking and smoking, and her daughter who was busy cutting fruit platters. The head of the family is full of danger today, and Zhang Yiqing also rushed back from the school. As usual, she picked up a glass of wine with her mother and toasted her father with a glass of wine.

On TV, provincial, municipal and provincial satellite TV stations are broadcasting news. The theme in today's news is naturally the "terror" incident of Oriental Shopping Mall, the tense atmosphere and the rendering of suspected novels. When more than a hundred hostages were rescued from Oriental Shopping Mall, the family clearly felt cheers sounding in the entire community, and cheers gathered together, overshadowing the sound on TV. In this case, it is usually only at the night of the World Cup and European Cup finals.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of chaotic footsteps sounded in the corridor. The neighbors who were familiar with the Zhang family were all familiar with the Zhang family. They all ran over in slippers. The interview with Deputy Director Zhang Jun on TV and the thanks and cheers from the people around them during the interview all pushed him to the position of Pingjiang heroes. The picture was transferred to the hospital. Most of the pregnant women were frightened, some were premature and some were hospitalized for observation. Fortunately, the adults and children were safe. The omnipresent reporter interviewed these people. Deputy Director Zhang Jun, who used his lives to exchange them for them, became the great benefactor in their choking voices.

At this moment, the police's sacredness was written again with heavy pens and ink. In today's where material desires are surging, the spiritual world is scarce, Zhang Jun's behavior is so close to the people. After the initial arrival at the scene, he immediately set up defenses, evacuated the masses, and negotiated with the murderer. After the interview, a video of a shopping mall appeared. Zhang Jun took off his police uniform and held his hands high above his head, and walked into the mall with firm steps.

The common people don’t need to know the real reason why Zhang Jun has such a great charm and let the murderer detain him. They just need to believe in Zhang Jun’s behavior.
Chapter completed!