"Ghost!!"

Sirs, who had received scientific education since childhood and had gone through layers of selection, saw the hideous head of Colonel Issey Miyake suspended in the air. They instantly panicked and the firearms on their waists became fire sticks without even looking at them.

They became birds and beasts and scattered one after another.

Fortunately, Jin McGee and Meng Fan didn't count on them, otherwise, they would have fallen into endless despair.

"Go to the police armory to get a gun first. Since this guy followed him out, let's eliminate him in one go before the sun sets!"

Looking at the small pistol with only two bullets left in his hand, Meng Fan couldn't help but suggest.

"Okay." Kim McGee nodded heavily.

On the way out of the ghost world, the two of them were really fed up with the weak power of the .38, especially after experiencing the advantages brought by shotguns and submachine guns.

now.

The Dead Head has temporarily given up on chasing the two of them, and has turned to bite other people, as if it wants to fill the void left by being born early and being severely damaged.

This is the opportunity to discuss countermeasures!

"You two, help me quickly."

Almost at the same time, Director Ashin, who was lucky enough to save his life, collapsed on the ground and couldn't get up. He was afraid that the dead heads would come back, so he could only call for help.

Seeing this, Jin McGee was helpless and stepped forward to help him.

The gold medal partner who had accompanied him through life and death did this, and Meng Fan had no choice but to accompany him.

Since the two of them had no time to waste, they directly carried the frightened director into the gun warehouse, and then closed all the doors and iron windows.

"Wait a minute, my legs are healed, let's go together..."

Meng Fan ignored the shouts behind him.

Jin McGee shook his head with a wry smile on his face. How could he bring Director Ashin with him at such a life-and-death moment, even if he insisted that he was no longer afraid.

"lets go."

Meng Fan pressed the last bullet into the magazine.

After some supplies, they exchanged shotguns for cannons. Kim McGee carried two shotguns on his back, a mahogany sword in his left hand, and a micro submachine gun in his right hand.

As the leader, Meng Fan had more firepower. In the corner of the police armory, he found two old fragmentation grenades and pocketed them all.

Since the archives and the police armory are both on the ground floor and there are not many rooms, the search was completed quickly.

Kim McGee, who found nothing, asked: "Brother Fan, there are so many rooms in the police building, where can we find dead heads?"

"Let's go one floor at a time, one room at a time."

To be honest, Meng Fan couldn't think of any good solution, so he could only take it slow and steady.

However, along the way, every time he entered a room, he first broke all the windows on the corridor side to let in the sunlight.

Those rooms with curtains drawn on the other side were given to Kim McGee to deal with with a shotgun.

Of course, before pulling the trigger, Meng Fan would remind the people inside to squat down immediately.

The speed was not fast at first, but seeing the sun getting lower and lower, the two couldn't help but increase their efficiency.

Around five o'clock, both the first and second floors were cleared of danger.

"Only the third floor is left, where there are two toilets, an intelligence section activity area, a small conference room, and the director's office in the center."

At the top of the stairs, Kim McGee filled the shotgun with a solemn expression.

"In half an hour at most, the sun will be gone. Let's seize the time and split up."

"You left me and I touched it from both sides. First, break open the toilet window to let in as much sunlight as possible."

After giving the order, Meng Fan rushed forward alone. Jin McGee, who was left behind, did not pause at all and immediately turned around and ran to the side.

At this point, they and Issey Miyake's dead head must be thrown into the street!

Otherwise, when the Yin Qi is strong at night and your own line of sight is restricted, but the other party can move freely, the situation will be completely reversed.

With this sense of urgency, Meng Fan cautiously got into the toilet, holding a gun and checking the cubicles one by one.

Tick!

In an extremely quiet environment, the sound of water leaking from the faucet was particularly eerie. Meng Fan's finger was pressed tightly against the trigger and he almost pulled it.

However, the dead head is not here.

After smashing the frosted glass window and feeling the afterglow falling on him, Meng Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

Unfortunately, he could only enjoy this momentary sense of security. He wiped the sweat from his hands on his clothes and continued to move towards the central office area.

the other side.

Kim McGee also checked the toilet.

The two looked at each other, but did not say hello. They just nodded, then broke the glass, stood in the sunlight in the corridor, and carefully observed the room closest to each other.

Information Section.

The curtains were tightly closed, and most of the area was extremely dark. Meng Fan's vigilance was raised to the highest level, and he did not rush in in a hurry. Instead, he examined it more carefully.

Suddenly, he noticed that the curtains shook, as if something was pulling at the bottom.

"who?"

"Shoot without saying anything!"

In fact, Meng Fan was not joking. He had already pointed his submachine gun at the place where the abnormality occurred.

"Brother, don't shoot, we are one of our own."

A familiar voice came.

It's Jinzi.

When I reported in the director's office in the morning, I had suspected that he and Wen Tsai were also time travellers. Since I had never watched "The Ghost Story", I was not sensitive to the plot at all.

"Okay, you stand up first and walk to a place where the sun can shine."

Suppressing other thoughts in his mind, Meng Fan said in a commanding tone.

"Brother... we come from the same place, why should we embarrass our fellow villagers... That dead head is not here at all. It went to the director's office next door."

His voice was trembling and he refused to stand up at all.

"Where's Wen Tsai? He seems to be from our hometown too."

Meng Fan's face remained as usual, his eyes wandered around other corners of the room, and he silently took out the grenade.

"I am here."

Another trembling voice sounded.

Meng Fan, who originally wanted to start working directly, suddenly asked, "Fellow fellow, have you two heard of Jacky Cheung?"

"No, brother, why do you ask that?"

"Where's Andy Lau?"

"No."

"Where's Uncle Nine?"

"..."

The two people in the room seemed to realize that something was wrong. After a moment of silence, they hurriedly said: "I know Uncle Jiu, I know Uncle Jiu."

"Uncle Jiu is famous, who doesn't know him, haha."

"what is his name?"

"Nine...nine..."

After hesitating for a long time, I couldn't give a name.

After a quick test, Meng Fan determined that these two guys had been bitten, and they were very strange time travellers, as if they had forgotten all the famous actors in Hong Kong.

"goodbye."

"Uncle Ninth's name is Lin Zhengying."

Before he finished speaking, a frag grenade was thrown into the room.

Real men never look back to see the explosion.

Meng Fan immediately crawled to the ground and rolled to the other side.

boom!

In an instant, a roar resounded through the sky, and the entire police station building was shaking. Kim McGee, who had just left the house, was so frightened that he almost lost his temper.

"Ahhh!"

"It's hot!"

In the Intelligence Section workroom, two wailing sounds passed away in a flash.

He was hit by a grenade in front of him but he didn't die on the spot. He shouted that he was being burned. It was obvious that the sun was burning him to death through the broken window.
Chapter completed!