Incorrect use of inhibitors

Three o'clock in the morning is the time when most people fall into deep sleep.Waking up from a dream for no reason, Director Yin's first reaction was to touch the gun under the pillow.

"do not move."

Jing Hai's voice came from the darkness, it was so calm that it made the scalp tingle.

Director Yin's arm was frozen in the position where he could lift it off the mattress, motionless.He judged that the sound came from the position directly facing the head of the bed. There should have been a detection laser there. Once it was blocked, the alarm would sound. Now it seems that the system was hacked and caused the failure.The window with anti-sniper glass was also opened, and an infrared aiming line as thin as a pencil lead pierced through the cold night wind, and the end point stubbornly landed in the middle of his forehead.

Rhea just wanted to scare him on purpose, otherwise there was no need to use the reticle at all.This thing is not so accurate, especially for long-distance sniper shooting, wind resistance and gravity will affect the trajectory, and the trajectory of the bullet can only be a parabola rather than a straight line.If he pulls the trigger now, there is a [-]% chance that he will smash the nose of his former boss.

He insisted on following, but Jing Hai couldn't stop him, so after thinking about it for a long time, he had to give him an "accomplice" job, let him squat on the roof opposite Director Yin's house, use sniper/gun to scare people for fun, Help him guard the surrounding situation through the sniper scope.

Binding someone together is considered a date, and it can be considered a romance for combatants.

Jing Hai stepped out of the darkness, walked slowly to Director Yin's side, and reached out from under his pillow to take out the Taser X210, which was only the size of a palm.This latest electric shock/gun can store two capacitor warheads, and when it touches a target, it can instantly release a voltage of up to 5 volts, which is enough to stun any vampire or strengthen an orc.

It has not yet been officially mass-produced, and only a very small number of high-level personnel can own it.

"You should send a team of people to watch out of the window, after all, blood races have wings." He said as he put the gun in his waist—a good thing, take it back to Rhea.

"Sneaking into other people's bedrooms like a thief in the middle of the night, Jing Hai, that's not your style." Director Yin did not get to where he is today by flattering him, he has the dignity of a superior, even if He was being sniped/gunned at his head, and his expression was still calm.

Jing Hai nodded, with a light tone: "Indeed, I didn't know how to do this kind of thing before, but being forced to a dead end and not knowing how to adapt is tantamount to waiting for death, right, Director Yin?"

Director Yin's chest obviously heaved heavily, and Jing Hai said again: "Don't count on the six people outside, I took some α-isoflurane from a friend's warehouse, commonly known as fast sleep, don't worry. They won't be able to wake up until twelve o'clock at noon. Oh, please get out of bed, take your time, and don't make any other movements, or I'm afraid the shooter will shake his hands when he gets nervous."

"Heh, your friend should be in prison for at least ten years for possession of controlled narcotic drugs." Director Yin slowly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, put on the slippers with a fairly steady movement, stood up and straightened his back to look at Jing Hai. .

During this process, the red dot was always nailed to his forehead.

He said: "Jing Hai, I have my position and beliefs, and I will never regret every order I gave."

Jing Hai understood that he was referring to the order that ordered Bian Xiao to kill him, and did not comment on it, but said: "Ju Yin, I just want to ask you some questions, not to kill you."

"I'm afraid I just don't want to think about it for the time being," Yin Ju muffled a laugh, and then his eyes became heavy as if staring into the abyss, "Jing Hai, you don't really think that you and your cronies can change your fate against the sky, do you? "

Jing Hai calmly raised his hand wearing the exciter, and brought it to Director Yin's ear, a golden light flashed, and he heard a subtle humming in the quiet night.

The implanted communicator was destroyed by the high-frequency energy field, and even the auditory nerve on one side was temporarily paralyzed, and the severe pain directly hit the brain.For a moment, like a steel needle piercing his ear, Director Yin instinctively turned his head, and his forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat.

"I can show mercy, as long as you answer every question I ask honestly."

The indifferent voice poured into the other ear canal, it was exactly the same tone as when Huan spoke.Director Yin trembled and clenched his teeth, trying his best to conceal the fear that came from deep in his heart.

Suddenly his neckline tightened, and Jing Hai dragged him to the window.

The room is located on the 33rd floor, nearly 200 meters above the ground. Looking down, the cars parked on the street look as if they are only the size of a matchbox.The cold night in early winter was bitterly cold, and the wind was even stronger at high places. Half of his body, which was forced to lean out of the window, was pierced by the cold wind in the blink of an eye.

"You'd better close your eyes, Ju Yin."

Before the words finished, Jing Hai jumped out of the window together with him.Before Director Yin's convulsed throat due to weightlessness and fright could utter a cry, the bat wings cut through the cold wind and stretched to the limit in an instant, and the energy field emanating quietly was like a black flame burning in the night sky.

At this time, Reya's questioning voice came from the headset: "Hey, hey, you don't plan to fly all the way back with Yin Ju, do you? He's just wearing pajamas and you'll give him a cold."

Obviously the car was parked in the next street, but he watched Jing Hai fly by in front of him as if he forgot about it - damn handsome!

Thinking of being a vampire but without wings, Reya felt unbalanced.

Jing Hai replied to him: "Meet us at Anqi Road, there is no surveillance, be careful not to speed and be stopped by the patrol police on the road, this is not the time for us to get in the car at the beginning of the game."

Reya snorted while packing up the gun and bracket: "You also pay attention, fly higher, and don't be shot down by the brat with a bullet/bow."

Jing Hai obviously felt that the words were sour - three o'clock in the morning, where did the brat come from?

Even frightened by the cold, Director Yin was stuffed into the back seat of the car by Jing Hai, his face livid.Rhea looked up from the rearview mirror, and found that he was shivering from the cold, so he threw the coat thrown on the co-pilot to him, and turned on the heater to the maximum.

No matter how you say it, you are an old leader, so you have to show some dignity to others.

In fact, he has always respected Chief Yin.Although he is an official, but at any rate, he did it with blood and sweat at the grassroots level. From the head of the Secret Service to the deputy director to the director, half the wall of the office is covered with glorious achievements in the past.In addition, after the old captain died at the post, it was Director Yin who promoted him to the captain of the third team against all opinions, and he always remembered this kindness.

But having said that, merits and demerits cannot be offset, and it is absolutely impossible for him to pretend that the murder of Jing Hai and the killing of Yi Fei and You Xi never happened.

So his tone was not pleasant: "Ju Yin, you said that you are only a few years away from retirement, so you can't live a peaceful life, what are you fussing about?"

"...Once some paths are chosen, there is no room for regret."

Director Yin clenched his teeth that were still trembling, looked sideways out of the window, his pale face reflected the tree shadows cast by the street lamps in the aisle.

The invisible hands of those shadows penetrated into the brain, quietly uncovering the dusty memories——

"VF! Push the machine over!"

"Hey! Let it go! Let it go!"

"Defibrillation! Leave your hands!"

boom!

Messy shouts, screams of instruments and dull electric shocks are mixed together, playing a symphony of death.The blood-stained body on the treatment bed bounced up and down suddenly, like a puppet pulled by the god of death, lifeless.

Drops of blood fell from the side of the bed almost in a line, winding and staining the cold and white floor tiles into a glare and despair.

The sound of running footsteps came from far to near, followed by the door of the intensive care room being hit hard with a "bang".The medical officer who was rescuing the wounded was startled, turned his head and glared, but stopped in astonishment.

What kind of face is this: the eyes are bloodshot and wide open, the masseter muscles are so tight that they tremble, and every pore reveals a ferocious hatred for the god of death!

Someone rushed up and dragged him away, and kept persuading: "Captain Yin, don't worry! Let them save people first! Team Fang will definitely survive!"

I heard him roaring angrily, with blood coming out of his throat: "Who the hell asked the seventh team to send out the mission!? That's the fucking lair of orcs! Who the fuck sent him to die!?"

The blood-smelling air seemed to freeze for a moment, and was pierced by the alarm that completely pulled the heartbeat into a straight line.

The medical officers tried their best, but in the end they were powerless.At nineteen twenty-two they announced the time of death.

On the floor, balls of blood-stained gauze were thrown everywhere.Shen Yuanfeng stood at the door of the intensive care room, looking at the desperate back of the man kneeling on the floor cleaning up the remains of the deceased, and sighed silently.

"Burnham," he said lightly, "my condolences are in order."

Bohan Yin didn't look back, just sniffed and continued to wipe away the blood that soaked his lover's body.The old voice and smile can't be reproduced, the only thing he can do is to send people away neatly.

Stepping on the bloodstains and gauze all over the place, Shen Yuanfeng walked up behind him, and patted his shoulder heavily, "Life is a matter of life, and he will not feel at ease if you do this."

After a suffocating silence, Bohan Yin gritted his teeth and said, "He didn't have to die! It's because the damn task distribution system didn't indicate the danger level! The technology half a century ago is still in use, so it should be offline long ago!"

"So you ran and smashed your director's office? And beat people into—" Shen Yuanfeng looked sideways at the intensive care unit next door.

Less than half an hour after Fang Che's death, a vicious event that had never happened since the establishment of the Bureau occurred—the director was sent to the intensive care unit by the head of the Secret Service.No wonder Yin Bohan took his anger out on the chief.Everyone knows that the task assignment system used by the Property Management Bureau is outsourced to related households by the director, and it is as bad as it gets.The Supervision Bureau where Shen Yuanfeng took office was investigating the current director of the Property Management Bureau, but before he could find conclusive evidence of bribery and arrest him, something happened again.

However, in any case, Bohan Yin will have to pay a heavy price for his actions.He intentionally hurt people to the point of almost death, and the process of beating people was clearly captured by three cameras from different angles.

Shen Yuanfeng came here after seeing the surveillance first.In the surveillance video, driven by extreme anger and despair, Bohan Yin crazily beat up his boss: first he punched the opponent several times, wearing steel teeth on his hands; Watching the other person's head hit the tempered solar glass one after another, forcibly smashing that head into a piece; then he dragged this hateful and pathetic guy through the corridor and into the public restroom.

There is no camera in the bathroom, but I heard from the secretariat staff who rushed in to stop Yin Bohan from turning himself into a murderer, that he pushed the bloody head of the director into the toilet.

"Are you here to arrest me?" Yin Bohan changed a piece of clean gauze, dipped it in the warm water he brought, and wiped Fang Che's arm while curling up the corners of his mouth bitterly, "I won't run away, but you have to give me some Time, I'll help him first—"

He suddenly choked up his voice, raised his blood-stained hands to cover his face, and cried hoarsely.They had just got married, and they hadn't even had time to ask for their wedding leave, but they were separated forever. The unreasonable grief dragged him mercilessly into the abyss like a bottomless swamp.

Shen Yuanfeng looked at the intensive care unit next door again, and after weighing it for a moment, he said, "I should really bring you back to the Supervision Bureau and let you be interrogated. Your only ending is to be imprisoned... But Bohan, you are My best student, I don't want to see you sacrifice everything for a damn fool."

He paused, his eyes showed a little regret: "But you have nothing to lose, right?"

Bohan Yin's shoulders trembled, and he silently clenched his lover's cool fingers.

"So, it's time for a different way of living."

Shen Yuanfeng clasped his shoulder lightly, speaking earnestly——

"You choose your own path for the future."