Yanjing Fuyao Ji

When Huang Mao got out of the car and ran away, Chu Jiu thought it was quite funny.Unexpectedly, this buddy actually set the electronic timer for the timed bomb according to the way he told him.

Chu Jiu could tell at a glance that this timer is similar to an electronic watch. If you just monotonize the timer and don't press the associated button, the timer will not have any effect on the bomb.

He simply looked at the ticking timer on the bomb to calculate how long it would take him to get out of the ropes.

Bending his wrist, he took out his dagger from his trouser pocket, and Chu Jiu cut the rope that was pressing on his thigh.It takes 20 seconds.very good.

From bottom to top, he cut the rope tied to himself one after another.It took 32 seconds.

perfect.

Now there is only one left under the collarbone, and it seems that the battle is expected to end within 1 minute.

Chu Jiu scratched the rope around the collarbone twice with the dagger.

Huh?Didn't it break instantly like the previous ones?

A few more strokes...

Rub, what material is this rope?

Thirty seconds passed, and Chu Jiu hadn't cut the rope yet.

Unbelieving, he gritted his teeth and rubbed the dagger back and forth on the rope, thinking that even if he grinds it, he will break it!

However, another 30 seconds passed, and he was grinding sparks on the rope. This damn rope just keeps going!

At a few moments, sparks flew up from the contact surface between the rope and the blade, scalding Chu Jiu's chin.

Chu Jiu felt a slight pain in his chin, and inadvertently lowered his head and rubbed against his clothes, but saw a scene that made his blood spurt!

A few sparks fluttered over the time bomb, then wobbled down again, and suddenly got into the gap of the time bomb.

Grass!He cursed inwardly.

However, his ears keenly caught an unusual hissing sound. If there is no mistake, these sparks should have fused a certain device of the time bomb.

The timer is still beating seriously, there are still 40 seconds left, the most optimistic situation is that the bomb will detonate in 40 seconds, and the more tragic situation is that the bomb may explode at any time!

On the ninth day of the ninth day, I was distracted and considered whether to continue cutting the rope or to adopt other methods. At this time, there were only 30 seconds before the final time.

tick, tick...

Chu Jiu had never heard such a heavy voice.

Just now, I was talking to Huang Mao that I wanted to die, but I didn't expect it to be a prophecy, but it was so unnatural when I really stood in front of the god of death...

20 seconds.

Chu Jiu kicked open the car door.Continue to cut the rope.The tip of the knife slashed across his shoulder, and a series of bloody wounds appeared on his shoulder.

15 seconds.

My hands are so tired, I can't take care of so much, and I have already cut into the core of the rope.

10 seconds.

There is still time...

At this time, a gust of wind blows dust from the ground through the car door kicked open by Chu Jiu.In the blink of an eye, the sky darkened.

Chu Jiu couldn't see or hear anything, all his attention was on the dagger and the rope.

Even if you can't succeed, you have to fight to the end!

A click of thunder sounded in the sky above Chu Jiu's head.

The rope snapped and Chu Jiu rolled to the ground outside the car.

His first thought was: Run!

The bomb was about to explode, and his time was running out. If he didn't leave enough distance, he would still die.

Another gust of wind blew from the direction of the mountain, captivating Chu Jiu's eyes, he rubbed his eyes and kept walking.

Because he couldn't see the way, he staggered suddenly, and his body fell forward.

He found that he didn't fall on the hard and cold sand, but a warm and generous place.Afterwards, he actually felt his body lighten, and he rose into the air!

When he opened his eyes, he realized that he was far away from the ground.

A huge roar came from below, and at the same time there was a wave of hot air.

The bomb exploded.

Chu Jiu tilted his body and subconsciously supported the warm and generous place in front of him, feeling the wind blowing against his ears and temples.

If the time to leave was even one second later, the consequences would be unpredictable.

Looking up, he found that he was lying on a broad and slender back at the moment. The white glow on this back was not very smooth, as if there were some... scales the size of a palm! ?

And this feeling is so familiar... That day in the lake, it seemed that this reassuring back carried him to escape.

Chu Jiu looked up and looked ahead, a huge horn looming in the clouds.

This is... a dragon! ?

O(∩_∩)O

At the Wucheng Police Station, Huang Mao looked suspiciously at the six or seven strong men who turned him over, and still didn't understand how he was targeted by this group of people.These people got together after the yellow hair was delivered, and sat around on the bench of the police station to discuss something fiercely. The police and suspects in the bureau looked sideways.

"I don't know the police comrades at all. They must have recognized the wrong person." Huang Mao, who was handcuffed to a chair and waited to be dealt with, grabbed a passing policeman and cried.

The policeman was very nice and patiently comforted Huang Mao and said: "Don't worry, we are verifying your case. We are a society ruled by law, and everyone is equal before the law. We will not wrong a good person, and we will not let a good person go. Bad guys. Here, you should be lenient for confession and strict for resistance. As long as you cooperate with our work and honestly report to us what we need to know, we will definitely treat you leniently..."

Huang Mao was dizzy from his Tang Monk-like blah blah blah blah, but he managed to hear the last word clearly.

leniency...

Huang Mao's heart shrank a little, it seemed that something really happened.I obviously did it without anyone noticing, what link went wrong?

At this time, an older policeman who looked like a leader came over, pointed at the yellow hair and said, "Is that him?"

A familiar figure with yellow hair flashed behind him: "Yes."

When Huang Mao saw the person coming, his first reaction was that he was dreaming, and he twisted his thigh fiercely. He didn't know whether it was because of pain or excitement, and tears filled his eyes instantly: "Captain, why are you here? Captain Quickly save me from here!"

The person who came was a young man in his 20s, with a handsome face, elegant demeanor, and a mysterious and elegant temperament. The little policewoman at the next table secretly glanced at him several times, thinking that this is the legendary high-end face?

He is Baylor, the captain of the 111th Bureau of the East City Monster Hunting Brigade.

With a dark face, Baylor stepped forward and asked Huangmao in a low voice: "What do you want to do?"

"Misunderstanding, Captain, it's all a misunderstanding." Huang Mao's eyes flickered, and because there were two policemen beside him, it was hard to say anything to Baylor, and he just kept complaining.

"We are the staff of Yanjing 111 Bureau." Baylor took out a work card from the inner pocket of his jacket and flashed it in front of the police officer who looked like a leader. "Now I want to apply to take him back for internal investigation."

A small flame of hope ignited in Huang Mao's eyes.

The policeman showed embarrassment: Bureau 111 is well known, and no one in the system knows that Bureau 111 is a unit directly under the state, and it specializes in carrying out various urgent, difficult and dangerous tasks.

There is indeed an unwritten rule within them, the case that Bureau 111 wants to handle must be unconditionally cooperated.

In this way, this little yellow-haired brother will be taken away by his captain today?Fortunately, he secretly rejoiced that he may have encountered a big case, a bomb on a regular basis, possibly involving gangsters, and everyone sent it to follow the vines. Who would want to kill Cheng Yaojin halfway, and the cooked duck just flies like this Yet?

He looked at the subordinate standing beside him, hesitated for a moment and signaled the subordinate to open Huang Mao's handcuffs: "Go over there to make a record, register it before leaving!"

Huang Mao looked excitedly at the little policeman who opened the handcuffs for him, and felt like a hydrogen balloon with his hands off, and he was about to go to the sky happily in a few minutes.

The little policeman bent down and took out the key...

"Wait a minute," a voice came out of nowhere: "It is illegal for you to do this. No one or any unit can be above the law. As public officials, don't you understand?"

Standing beside Huang Mao, everyone was stunned. Huang Mao instantly fell from heaven to hell, still on the [-]th floor.

He raised his head with a mournful face, and saw the uncle who was playing with walnuts standing in front of him at some point.

"Don't meddle in your own business." Baylor said coldly.

Huang Mao felt at ease, what is there to be afraid of with the captain around?

Unexpectedly, his peace of mind turned into heartbreak in the next second. He watched the uncle round his arms, and raised his hand to send a big ear to his beloved captain.

A red handprint instantly appeared on Baylor's delicate face, Huangmao subconsciously shrank his neck - it hurt even looking at him.

"You don't have the right to talk to me like that!" the uncle said angrily, the attitude of who would dare to disobey Lao Tzu looked like he was teaching his own son.

All the people present cast their attention, and the huge police station hall was instantly quiet like a cemetery.

Fight back!Damn it!Huang Mao secretly encouraged the captain in his heart.

Who knew that his captain, who respects the old and loves the young, just covered half of his swollen face, and didn't even dare to fart other than looking at the uncle fiercely.

"Brother, this is the police station. If you hit someone here, you'd better think about the consequences. If our client calls the police, I'm afraid you..." The older policeman came back to his senses and said quickly.Beating public servants in the police station is simply lawless!

"He dares!" Lao Bao said angrily.

"Are you suspected of personal threats again?" The older policeman was not in a hurry. He turned to encourage Baylor and said, "Do you want to call the police?" Flattery.

"No need," Baylor said with a look of extreme displeasure, "he's my dad!"

The author has something to say:

I feel so tired after the work is done, I feel nervous all day, and I feel my body is hollowed out.Stop writing at night, and wake up tomorrow morning to be a good guy again.