Chapter 402: So good! (Please order in full)

PS: I'm going back to my parents' house tomorrow. I don't know if I can update normally, so I'm going to send you New Year greetings in advance in the summer. Happy New Year, brothers. I wish you all the best and everything goes well.

After the police arrived at the scene, they immediately began to deploy control and prepare for a storm. In the news interview vehicle at the end of the queue, Hua Twelve and Sun Dasheng, like other operators, put on bulletproof vests and helmets.

Although Hua Twelve has a state of transcendence with all five senses, such a small scene where the police arrest drug dealers does not need to be so exaggerated as wearing a bulletproof vest, but at this time, it is not easy for him to act independently.

Picking up a few bulletproof vests and helmets that Cao Yi had thrown into the car when setting off, he distributed them to Zhu Jia and several male reporters who came over to carry cameras. Hua Twelve ordered: "Put these on!"

Zhu Jia was a little reluctant, but several other male reporters began to equip themselves.

Just kidding, the police and special police who started to control the situation outside are now even showing their submachine guns. If a reporter like them follows this scene, they might get a box lunch. Only a fool would refuse.

Zhu Jia was obviously not a fool. Seeing the attitude of her colleagues, she realized the seriousness of the situation and asked Hua Twelve to help her get her body armor and helmet.

Seeing that these reporters were almost done, Sun Dasheng checked the pistol and then said to Hua Twelve:

"Brother, I haven't encountered such a big case in many years. We have to participate. Please take care of these reporters. I will receive the military medal when my brother comes."

When this guy said this, he even started to sing: "Military medal, half of it is mine, and half of it is yours."

The tone-deaf tone amused everyone in the car, and the tense atmosphere before the action was instantly diluted.

Zhu Jia, the girl, was not afraid at all when she heard the gunshots. On the contrary, she was a little excited. Seeing several male colleagues who were afraid, she said in a huff:

"You old men are so useless. How could you be frightened by this situation? How can you be a war reporter like you!"

The factory buildings are connected to each other and are very deep. Although there are car lights from outside, it is very dark inside.

Zhu Jia did not follow this time. She also realized that this kind of manhunt would be very dangerous if she encountered armed drug dealers. Besides, it was dark and windy at night, and she couldn't take any pictures when entering a cornfield that was as tall as a person. So she might as well just

Here we are waiting for the good news of the police's victory.

Just as Zhu Jia was being taken away from his original position, a bullet was fired at the spot where Zhu Jia was originally standing, causing sparks to shoot out.

He turned to Zhu Jia to discuss: "Can we stop broadcasting this part?"

At this moment, Hua Twelve suddenly kicked a male reporter out without any warning.

Boom!

Almost at the same time that Hua Twelve kicked the male reporter away, a gunshot was heard in everyone's ears, and a spark was fired from the bullet where the reporter was standing.

After she finished speaking, she took the microphone and followed dozens of assaulting SWAT policemen into the room.

A banging sound.

"Hurry up and catch up! You guys are still vomiting, it's really useless."

Hua Twelve looked at the disdainful looks around him and turned back with contempt: "You have no problem making promises with drug dealers, right?"

The thick smell of blood filled the air, giving people the urge to vomit.

"I"

Hua Twelve made an OK gesture and followed quickly.

Most of them were only shot, some did not die, and some were still struggling.

The other two male reporters shouted "Mom" and also lay on the ground, trembling a little.

As soon as you enter the gate, you will see a spacious and abandoned production workshop. Some rusty machines and a few rays of light shine in from the outside, and you can vaguely see the situation inside.

Zhu Jia, however, didn't care so much and shouted excitedly: "Point the camera at me!"

So he could only turn to Hua Twelve and explain:

"Twelve, reporter Zhu's safety is in your hands. Don't let them rush too far!"

After the man finished speaking, he dropped his suitcase and opened his body like a huge crane, flying close to the ground.

In addition, there were three special police officers lying on the ground moaning vaguely.

The two special police officers were stunned when they saw Hua Twelve casually flicking his gun. They were not shocked by the arc shot. In fact, they didn't see it clearly at all. They saw this person Xia Ji Ba flicking it. Are you not afraid of hitting us?

Immediately, a special police officer couldn't help shouting: "What's wrong with you? Why are you shooting blindly? What should you do if you hit one of your own people?"

"How can a real man carry only one gun!" This water gun was actually the one he took out from the space just now.

Apparently this person had observed them carefully when he was pretending to be dead at first. Now that he saw the two special police officers going about other things, only Hua Twelve had a gun in his hand, he immediately stood up and ran away, and he was running away.

Before, I had thought about how to avoid the shooting angle.

Another SWAT officer shouted: "Get down quickly!"

Cao Yi waved his hand and shouted in a low voice: "Action!"

Seeing that Zhu Jia was not impulsive this time, Hua Twelve nodded secretly in his heart, and his evaluation of this girl was even higher. He just charged into the battle, but now he stopped in time, and praised her as brave and resourceful. Normally, she said she was not stupid.

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Hua Twelve pointed at the camera and smiled at Sun Dasheng: "Congratulations, it's turned on. Your tone-deaf appearance will soon be in thousands of households!"

Several male reporters had expressions as bitter as gourds, and they were secretly complaining about who wants to be a war correspondent. You, the old man, are here to talk to yourself, okay?

This abandoned factory building seems to be the site of an urban enterprise. The walls on all sides have collapsed everywhere, red bricks are scattered on the ground, and the courtyard is full of wormwood.

The corn was not yet fully mature at this time, but the tall poles had already grown taller than a person. The drug dealer's infiltration into the cornfield made it very difficult for the police to arrest him.

Hua Twelve picked up the discarded pistol from the ground and pulled the trigger on Zhu Jia. As a result, a stream of water shot out and hit the latter in the face. It turned out to be a water gun.

He didn't want anything to happen to these reporters under his protection. That would put him, an excellent detective, in the dark.

By the time he, Zhu Jia and other reporters rushed out with cameras, Cao Yi had already led the commando team to search the cornfield.

The momentum of the attack changed, and the fist turned into a beak, hitting Hua Twelve's throat hard.

At this time, Zhu Jia and several reporters were stunned. The former reacted the fastest and quickly asked the photographer to turn the camera to the low wall, preparing to record any unexpected situation.

Hua Twelve had no reaction at all. When he raided the textile factory of the Killer Brotherhood, the scene was much bloodier than this. Blood and brains were all over the floor. When he was done, he went back and ate a bowl of tomato braised noodles. What he saw in front of him was

It’s nothing to do with the scene.

The next moment, a figure carrying two suitcases came out from behind the low wall. As soon as the man came out, he smiled ferociously and said: "Boy, you are asking for death!"

Bang bang bang!

A burst of messy gunshots rang out, piercing the quiet night sky, which seemed a bit unreal.

"Everyone has dispersed, who should we follow?" Seeing the large army dispersed, several male reporters were dumbfounded.

Zhu Jia and several reporters looked confused. The former relied on his familiarity and asked directly: "Didn't you throw away the gun?"

Finally there was a response from behind the low wall: "Put down your gun and I will challenge you. Otherwise, even if I can't get out, I will have the confidence to recruit a few people to back me up!"

Hua Twelve smiled lightly: "Don't be nervous, the one who fired the cold shot has been killed by me!"

Zhu Jia actually didn't react at all. He walked around the corpses, asked someone to take pictures, and walked inside.

"Go to the direction where the fire was fired!" Zhu Jia stamped his feet fiercely, and several people moved into the dark center of the factory where the fire was fired.

The two special police officers really wanted to say, shoot the chicken feathers to death, you are so crazy!

But at this time, Hua Twelve had already called Zhu Jia and other reporters to go forward together.

At this time, Cao Yi and his commando team had gone deep into the cornfield. Gunshots were heard from time to time. It was obviously an encounter with drug dealers who had slipped through the net. However, there was no news of injured comrades in the police headsets. It seemed that

The casualties were all drug dealers.

Several corpses of drug dealers who needed to be mosaic fell to the ground, and there were also some on the machines nearby. Blood was flowing everywhere on the ground, which showed how fierce the gun battle had been.

The gunfire kept ringing out, which showed how fierce the drug dealers were resisting. As soon as Hua Twelve and Zhu Jia rushed in, they saw several assault teams holding submachine guns, crouching behind a low wall, facing the dark factory building.

Fierce fire everywhere.

Wow! Several male reporters vomited involuntarily.

Zhu Jia smiled and nodded, but as a news reporter, how could she give up such an interesting scene, especially before the operation against drug dealers, the criminal police involved in the operation showed such a down-to-earth side, this must be on the news.

After briefly explaining the matter, Zhu Jia waved his hand, pointed the camera in front, and several people continued to dig in.

The leading special police officers waved their hands, and the figures suddenly separated and rushed into various factories to search.

In addition, there are more than a dozen corpses wearing various clothes.

Hua Twelve glanced at the drug dealer on the ground and sneered: "Master? Bah, what age are you in? You believe me when I say we'll fight one on one!"

Zhu Jia asked the photographer to record all this scene on the camera.

Sun Dasheng wanted to say fuck me, but when the words came to his lips, thinking that it might be on the news, he quickly changed his words: "I'm very happy!"

It's not difficult at all. If he couldn't hit him accurately at such a close range, he would have been in the killer world for nothing.

One of the two special police officers who was injured was one of their colleagues. One quickly stepped forward to check the situation, and the other used the walkie-talkie to call for support.

At this time, Sun Dasheng had already rushed in with other special police and police officers, followed by reporters such as Hua Twelve and Zhu Jia.

Before Zhu Jia could lie down, Hua Twelve suddenly stretched out his left hand to wrap around her waist and spun around in a circle.

"Friends in the audience, if you just opened the elevator and don't understand what is going on, it doesn't matter. I can tell you that this is not an exercise or filming, but a major operation by the police to crack down on drug dealers. The police were using

The submachine guns suppressed the drug dealers in the factory, it was really shocking!"

At this moment, a corpse jumped up on the ground, carrying two large black suitcases. The man as agile as a wolf jumped out of the corner, like a snake, knocked open a row of windows, and jumped out.
To be continued...