Agent Reborn: God-Level Scholar

Chapter 553 He broke an arm

As if calling the police, he walked forward in the dark vigilantly, and suddenly kicked the man's leg. His brother came in with a flashlight and shone on the face of the man lying in the corner of the secret room.

Yan Zhou's original human skin mask had been torn off long ago, and the exposed cold white skin was mottled with blood, and several cuts had been made on his face and forehead, blurring his original face.

The criminal police looked down, the man's right arm was cut off, and a dazzling white bone mixed with flesh and blood was exposed near the shoulder.

Yan Zhou smiled at him, "You guys came at just the right time, so none of them should be able to escape, right?"

The detective's eyes became hot, and he quickly asked his subordinates to help him up, "Are you Mr. Yan?"

He hummed.

"Everyone will be arrested today, thank you very much, and Ms. Sheng, you have made great contributions to the important breakthrough of this case...and sacrificed."

Staring at the mutilated flesh and blood on Yan Zhou's right shoulder, the criminal policeman added four words in a choked voice.

Yan Zhou was supported by his subordinates, but he suddenly broke away from him, approached the criminal policeman in front of him two steps, and said word by word in a hoarse voice: "This time, we must succeed."

Don't let everyone's efforts go to waste.

You can't let Liangliang die with peace in her eyes.

Hearing from a colleague that the downstairs gate was blocked, those people saw that the building was sealed off by the police and couldn't escape, so they might let everyone be buried with them at any time with the mentality of dying together. The criminal police frowned and said to go downstairs immediately.

"I know the password." Yan Zhou coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The little policeman saw that the white shirt on Yanzhou's body was covered with blood, especially a large area on the front of his chest. He must have been beaten all night. Helped Yan Zhou to go downstairs.

Reports from colleagues continued to come through the receiver, and a few more criminals were caught.

The criminal police also reported to Yan Zhou one by one.

He knew that this was what Yan Zhou wanted to hear most at the moment.

Several people came to the hall, surrounded by crying and roaring. There were still a few hit people who had lost their breath and were lying there lifeless by the gilded pillars in the hall; The gun was fired, but it missed, and he couldn't stop bleeding and crying.

"I don't want to die here!"

"Drug trafficking? What drug trafficking? Isn't this a plastic surgery hospital? I shouldn't have read the advertisements on the Internet and came all the way here. I didn't spend my money, and I could sacrifice my life!"

"Everyone, calm down, don't panic, our colleagues are already contacting Mr. Unlock—"

As soon as the policeman opened his mouth, he was beaten back.

"By the time the unlocker came over, we would have been corpses! Didn't you see over there? There were dead people lying around everywhere, all of whom were shot dead by criminals just now. He is now mixed in with the crowd and we all I don’t know, if it’s by our side by accident, shoot us with a bang!”

As soon as the man finished speaking, everyone around him panicked even more.

They all looked at the people around them vigilantly, guessing the identity of the other party, and their temptation and hostility towards strangers were infinitely magnified at this moment.

Yan Zhou quickened his feet, raised his voice as much as possible and said, "Don't worry, I can open the lock."

Hearing his voice, someone turned around.

The way they looked at him was a kind of anger with a bit of compassion, and it seemed that they had found a peaceful place amidst the smoke. He was wearing the work uniform of a plastic surgery hospital, but he was a disabled person. In such a firm tone, they said what they expected to hear.

The criminal policeman helped him towards the door.

The originally noisy hall suddenly became quieter at this moment, and everyone voluntarily made way for them.

Yan Zhou has already picked up his pace very quickly, but it can still be seen that his legs and feet are injured.

He keyed in the password, and the moment the door slowly opened, everyone rushed out.

No one thanked him.

Yan Zhou was relieved to see everyone leaving, but everyone lacked order. Someone almost knocked him down, and the criminal policeman helped him to sit on the ground next to him, "The ambulance will be here soon, this is your mobile phone."

He returned the phone to Yan Zhou and patted him on the shoulder.

"Go and do your work, don't take care of me." Yan Zhou tugged at the corner of his mouth.

The criminal police commanded everyone to evacuate in an orderly manner. Yan Zhou unlocked his phone and saw that Sheng Xia Ye had sent him a lot of messages during this period, as well as reminders of missed calls. He was about to reply to her when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

All night in the Chamber of Secrets, he knew that face all too well.

This person personally admitted to him last night that Wen Liang died at his hands. He described Wen Liang's dying scene vividly. Really had to fight him hard last night.

The man pressed the elevator with a gun and dived in.

"Over there—" Yan Zhou planned to call the police, but they were surrounded by the crowd, and they had no time to pay attention to themselves. They let the other party go away for fear of delaying the time. Yan Zhou quickly got up and walked towards the elevator.

He saw the elevator stopped in the underground parking lot on the second floor.

Right now, the entire hospital is surrounded by the police, and the other party cannot escape.

He hastened to catch up.

A gun battle had obviously broken out in the underground parking lot. Yan Zhou picked up several pistols, one of which still had bullets, and he held it in his hand, walking cautiously into the garage.

The lights in the parking lot were blown out, and it was pitch black, except for a few scattered lights not far away, which were not very bright.

The smell of blood is in the air.

Yan Zhou's pace gradually slowed down, and he didn't stop until he heard another footstep behind him.

"Hey." It was a smiling, obviously frivolous tone.

"Are you really not afraid of death?"

Yan Zhou turned his head, but before he could see the other person's face clearly, a piercing gunshot sounded in the huge and empty underground garage at this moment.

boom--

Sheng Xiaye waited for a long time before receiving a call back from the police.

"Miss Sheng, I'm sorry..."

As soon as these words were spoken, Sheng Xia Ye felt her throat tighten, and a dangerous breath came to her nostrils.

Her heart sank, and she forced herself to speak calmly: "Go on, how is Yan Zhou?"

"We found him in a secret room in the secret passage. He was cut off by the group of criminals—"

Hearing this, Midsummer Ye's heart was suddenly empty, and there seemed to be a deafening roar in her ears. For a moment, she had nothing in her head, but the police's phrase "broken arm" rang repeatedly.

She thought of Yan Zhou's beautiful hand.

It's very similar to Gu Fengchen's, with fair skin, well-defined joints, and very skeletal, slender and long, which can be used as a hand model.

When my sister-in-law was still alive, she must have loved holding his hand.

"Miss Sheng, Miss Sheng?"

A policeman asked from the other end, "Are you still listening? Could it be that the signal is not good..."

Midsummer Night held his breath, suppressing the emotions pouring down from the bottom of his heart like a snow mountain collapsing and a volcano erupting, "you continued."

(End of this chapter)