Capture the River

In January 2016, Qilongtang Mountain, Pitang Town, Wangxiang Town.

Qin Chuan put the motorcycle at the gate of the police station at night, pulled out the key, turned around and disappeared into the night.

Now most of the people are near the scene of the mine accident, and the police stations in the nearby towns and villages are all out, but the police stations are empty. Leaving the car at the door will only make people think that the situation is urgent, but the police cannot find the matching car keys. , I had to temporarily stop at the door and drive another car out.

Even if the toss is so chaotic, the materials will be counted after the work is done. This motorcycle must be there, but the car key may not be - it is normal to not find the key for a while, and the auxiliary police will only think it is lost.

He has been a front-line police officer for more than ten years, so he naturally knows that rescuing the wounded is his top priority.After waiting for ten and a half months, the big leader and the temporary action team left the area, and then he took the keys and rode away on the motorcycle—of course, he didn’t really ride away. When the person who responded to him arrived, he would leave immediately, leaving someone else to wait. After throwing the motorcycle into the wilderness for a few days, the day lily was cold when the dog's surname Bu reacted.

Although things ended up going a bit differently than planned, it didn't hurt.

The most important thing now is to find a foothold. Although the blood is fake, the injuries caused by the local landslide after the close-range firestorm are real. He climbed out of the mine from the ventilation inclined shaft and yelled and flickered all the way. It is also near the end of the crossbow.

Qin Chuan swallowed a mouthful of blood foam, took off the coat of real blood mixed with fake blood and put it on backwards, climbed over two hills, and sneaked into a mountain village at the bottom of the valley.

The village is sparsely lit, and it is actually more empty than the nearby villages. Because it is close to the highway, most young people have gone out to work. In addition, the terrain is low, and the old houses have serious water leakage. Even the elderly cannot live there, and almost all of them have moved elsewhere. .

He carefully inspected the traces in front of several houses, lurked and observed for a long time, and chose a courtyard that was far away from others, had been dusted for a long time, and was uninhabited.

It was late at night, and the moonlight fell piecemeal from the gaps between the branches and leaves of the towering old trees at the intersection in the village, like copper coins scattered all over the ground.

The shark has been caught and there will be no more blue gold in the world.Perhaps he could finally relax and enjoy a few days of quiet country retreat.

Just as he was about to turn in, Qin Chuan suddenly felt that something was wrong, and suddenly withdrew and dived into the darkness, his eyes sharpened!

Where did the facula come from!

Not far away, the little country girl who had just climbed onto the roof for an "exploration" still didn't know what was wrong, and was still looking into her brain with an earthen telescope, probably in doubt.

Qin Chuan, who was sticking to the base of the wall, had some headaches. This little girl was plain in clothes and pants, but judging from her figure, she was obviously an ordinary person who was spoiled by the family and had never received any training.How does this let him, a friend of women, deal with it?

The little girl looked vigilantly at the swaying branches of the old tree and the shadow cast on the ground again. After a while, she closed her eyes firmly as if she had finally made up her mind. Qin Chuan had a bad heart, but he wanted to stop him That's too late--

Just heard the little girl shout: "There are mice!"

Qin Chuan: "..."

Oh mouse, that's all right.

The moonlight did not know when it was covered by a cloudy fog. Qin Chuan was thinking about which house to change to. Some unreasonable signs in the darkness suddenly touched his nerves. At this moment, he had no time to think. Draw and load!

The "click" of the bullet being pushed into the barrel was heard even after the "bang" of the hard hit on the wall brick he just leaned against!

Qin Chuan didn't know well, so he raised his hand as hard as he could, but the numb tendons in his elbow were hit with great precision, and a feeling of numbness spread uncontrollably to the nerve endings, and the newly stolen [-]-style fell into the hands of someone else inside!

It is impossible to shoot in such a close-to-body close combat. Holding a gun is indeed a burden. Qin Chuan raised his left elbow and hit the person coming hard; but the opponent had clearly seen through his intentions, and he had raised his hand in advance to hold the gun when he grabbed the gun. He shot his left arm, and then unceremoniously smashed the butt of the gun on Qin Chuan's tibia that was swept across suddenly!

There was a sharp pain in the calf for a while, and the visitor was obviously very familiar with his body!

But the strange thing is that the opponent did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but took a step back politely, with a bit of joke in his voice: "Why didn't Deputy Qin wait for your good police brothers to rescue under the mine, but ran away by himself?"

Qin Chuan took a breath, raised his head and showed a helpless smile: "Why doesn't Boss Gong be your Guanzhong nobleman in northern Shaanxi, but come to this remote village?"

If he knew that Mr. Gong was waiting for him here, he would rather be arrested by Bu Chonghua and go to jail than run away!

The cloud cleared, and the thin silver light fell on Mr. Gong, reflecting that he was as tall as his cousins ​​in the Zeng family, but his figure was refined and lean, and his temperament was completely different—he was wearing a Silvano Lattanzi tie-up cowhide at his feet. Leather shoes, a straight haute couture suit made of 100-count pure wool from Dormeuil, the workmanship is extremely exquisite, the top two mother-of-pearl buttons on the suit jacket are unbuttoned, and a pair of thin frames are placed on the tall bridge of the nose Silver-rimmed glasses, his eyebrows and eyes were hidden in the darkness, his black hair was a little disheveled because of the fight just now, but it didn't damage his elegance at all, like a spotless nobleman.

But Qin Chuan knew that Wenya was purely an illusion.

He looked down and saw that Mr. Gong's hands were white and blue under the moonlight, the joints were clear and slender, and even the protrusions of the knuckles were just right, without looking bulky or slender at all. Slightly undulating lines.

It was this hand that punched the wall behind him just now, and the bricks were slightly dented, but his hand didn't even have any skin scratches.

Mr. Gong followed Qin Chuan in a helpless tone: "Deputy Qin was joking, why don't I know that I still have a place to live in northern Shaanxi?"

Qin Chuan looked calm: "Just say it casually."

He has been checking on Mr. Gong's background, and he felt that Huabei had some clues before, so he tried Shaanxibei during the greeting, and he expected that the other party would not accept the offer.

While changing the subject, he speculated from the corner of his eye how many people Mr. Gong brought and where they were: "But it's really surprising that you appeared here. How did you find me?"

Mr. Gong replied: "Infrared thermal radar."

Qin Chuan was dumbfounded for a while, then smiled bitterly and said, "...Your cost is too high."

Generally, the range of infrared thermal radar is only 150 meters. He is now at least 3 kilometers away from the mine in a straight line. Could it be that Mr. Gong hacked the satellite system in order to catch him?

Mr. Gong smiled gently: "Fortunately, I just sent someone to use a program to analyze the individual whose moving speed and distance are relatively unusual on the thermal imaging. Deputy Qin is worth the price in my heart."

"Then send people to guard nearby? No wonder the little girl yelled in Mandarin just now, so she was reporting to you."

Mr. Gong was noncommittal, pointed at the direction of the alley with the muzzle of his gun, and said politely to Qin Chuan: "Boss Qin, please? The wound medicine is ready."

Calling himself "Deputy Team Qin" shows that he is still in the mood to joke, and "Boss Qin" only shows that this man's patience is running out.Qin Chuan sighed, turned around and walked forward first: "Okay, I have another question. How did you find Pitang Town, Province H? It should be a top-secret operation to encircle and suppress sharks."

Mr. Gong's steady voice came from behind Qin Chuan, and he seemed to be a little bit cheerful: "Deputy Qin doesn't need to test me, Gong is a businessman in his own right, and he will never hook up with the police like K of Spades. Four. Even if the plot is wrong—”

Qin Chuan stepped on it suddenly, and the trap he had set up before entering the alley suddenly sank, and the dust exploded in all directions. Under the concealed layer of soil was an abandoned well that connected to the village's air-raid shelter that used to extend in all directions. He set it up after he stepped on it!

"Gong also only has schemes against Boss Qin."

Before the end of the second half of the sentence came to an end, a huge force knocked Qin Chuan to the ground. A pair of icy, forceful hands like iron pincers clasped Qin Chuan's shoulders and neck tightly, pinning almost his entire face into it. Wellhead.

Mr. Gong knelt down on one knee, with his right knee pressed against Qin Chuan's back.This posture was quite ambiguous, but it was also a posture that Qin Chuan could not resist at all.

Mr. Gong sighed: "Officer Bu can't catch you, but it doesn't mean I can't catch you either. Boss Qin, I think you just ran away from the shark and the police with injuries, so you have been treated with courtesy. But—— "

Mr. Gong leaned over and pressed Qin Chuan's lumbar spine hard with his right knee. He clasped Qin Chuan's jaw with one hand and forcibly turned his face around. With a side face, he said affectionately: "If Boss Qin runs away again, I understand that you don't think you need to be bandaged or rested. I will kill you immediately, no matter where it is. Speaking of it, I have always regretted not being able to talk to you Boss Qin came here once."

At such a close distance, Qin Chuan could see Mr. Qing Gong's cold black eyes behind the glass lenses.Although he has black hair and black eyes, Mr. Gong has very obvious characteristics of mixed blood. His skin is extremely white and his facial features are extremely three-dimensional. Narrow and long, the middle and lower courts are slender.

[Please fill in Huo Jianhua's forehead, Li Xian's eyes, Song Weilong's nose and lips]

Although the slightly upturned corners of his lips neutralized the aggression in his appearance, and there was a gentle and decent smile on his face, Qin Chuan knew from the hostility in Mr. Gong's slightly narrowed eyes that he was not joking now.

What he said was true.

Although he wears a 10,000+ suit and looks like an elegant gentleman, to Mr. Gong, politeness and appearance are a layer of skin that can be torn off at any time. He doesn't mind wearing this suit that cannot be washed, dry-cleaned, or ironed The hot and expensive outfit was killing Qin Chuan in the mud—to be precise, Mr. Gong was looking forward to Qin Chuan's toast rather than fine wine.

To be honest, Mr. Gong and the K of Spades should be very similar, but the K of Spades will not overpower Qin Chuan, Mr. Gong will.

Qin Chuan recalled the process of the first time they did it, trembling uncontrollably, but still gave a very helpless smile: "Boss Gong misunderstood, I just stepped on the ground. Thank you for pulling me, otherwise I just fell."

Mr. Gong stared at him for a while, Qin Chuan's pupil trembling was engraved into the bottomless black eyeballs behind his lenses, Qin Chuan was sweating on his back, wondering if Mr. Gong was going to ignore him. Disregarding this day, he wondered if there was still a one-ten-thousandth chance of escaping, so Mr. Gong smiled slightly, and gently licked the bloodstain on Qin Chuan's side cheek with the tip of his tongue, and then stood up.

"If you really want to thank me, it's better to promise with your body."

Mr. Gong's body temperature was only around 36°C, and that superficial kiss swept across the surface of the skin, like a poisonous snake silently slicing across the ground, and the cold and greasy snake letter scratched Qin Chuan's peripheral nerves, eager to itch.

Send a proposition, dare not answer.

Qin Chuan didn't speak, but tried to stand up.Mr. Gong exerted his strength, and his whole body was numb.

Mr. Gong was neat. After standing up, he also pulled Qin Chuan up in a friendly manner, bent down to help Qin Chuan pat the dirt on his body, and carefully tidied his hair because of his height difference. A suit of mud—this suit is definitely not going to be worn anymore, rich people really waste things.

Qin Chuan smiled wryly from an angle that Mr. Gong couldn't see.

Stealing a gun is definitely unrealistic, he has not yet the ability to hide things under Mr. Gong's eyes.The only good news is that at least he is safe until the trauma is bandaged.

As for whether the injury will be settled by Qiu Hou...

The little prince who betrayed the water should think about how to resist the Japanese.