District 9

In the lounge.

When Qin Yu saw Lao Li, he frowned and said, "Someone on the ground is offering 500,000 yuan for Miller's head. What do you think of this?"

"Miller is gone now, which is actually of no benefit to us." Lao Li pondered for a while and replied: "Only if he runs back to Fengbei safely and is protected by the General Administration, then the tone I raised in Songjiang will not be easily lost. In addition, Miller has a capital background in the European Union. If he disappears and conflicts intensify again, the party and government will be forced to do something, which may make the situation in Songjiang get out of control, which is not a good thing for us. Son."

"Who set the price?" Qin Yu was very confused.

Old Li sat down slowly: "Academy, military and government, and party and government are all possible."

"Is military administration also possible?" Qin Yu was a little shocked.

"There are small factions within the big faction, you know that." Lao Li intervened and replied: "There are different opinions and different calculations. This is all possible."

Qin Yu put his hands behind his back and gritted his teeth and said, "Actually, I really want to kill this Miller. He has killed many of us."

"Now is not the time." Lao Li looked up at Qin Yu and gave his own advice: "But the price has been set on the ground. We have to spend some energy to protect an opponent who has killed so many of us. It also seems a bit cerebral. .”

"Yes." Qin Yu agreed.

"I have an idea."

"Say, uncle." Qin Yu asked.

"Since the price has been set on the ground, we might as well go with the flow and intercept him by pretending to be a gunman in Songjiang." Lao Li reacted quickly and said: "If things get out of control, we use our identities as gunmen to bargain with Fengbei; if this puts us If you stop, then kill him and give an explanation to the brothers below."

Qin Yu's eyes lit up: "This is reliable, I'll let Uncle Liu take care of it."

"Okay!" Lao Li stood up and responded: "Miller will run from Songjiang North Station. Tell them and go there now."

"Is it accurate?" Qin Yu asked.

"As soon as Miller was about to run away, I knew it." Lao Li said with a smile: "I have worked in the police system for so many years, and I still have some connections."

"Reliable!" Qin Yu gave a thumbs up, lowered his head and dialed Liu Zishu's phone number.

…

The streets near Songjiang North Station were full of chaos, with a dense crowd of marchers standing in the middle of the road, shouting slogans.

The road was blocked, and police officers and security personnel stood guard next to the station, feeling extremely nervous. Because everyone has heard that people from outside the district want to force their way through the South Pass and have started fighting. This increasingly out-of-control development has made the grassroots police officers and security personnel feel very unsure. . As long as the gunfire resounds throughout Songjiang, they will be the vanguard to suppress the riot.

Next to the watchtower in the square in front of the station, a young man asked softly through the window: "Team leader, have you heard? The work has already started at the South Pass."

"I heard, the intercom keeps shouting." The young and middle-aged man in the watchtower replied in a low voice: "The joint defense brigade has passed, I guess they can't get in."

"I feel a bit pessimistic." The young man curled his lips and said: "There was a conflict in Dragon City three years ago. There were at least tens of thousands of people participating in the war, right? When the people outside the area showed off their weapons and equipment, they were no worse than those in the army... We Now Songjiang only has a small amount of police force, and the troops are not helping. Think about it, can they withstand the impact from outside the area just by relying on the joint defense group?"

Middle-aged silence.

"Anyway, I've thought about it. If Songjiang really gets out of control, I will quit my job." The young man whispered: "It's too dangerous to do it."

The middle-aged man took a sip of water, feeling unspeakable bitterness in his heart. He earns more than 600 yuan a month. Although it is much more than ordinary people, he has to support a family. He has to do it, otherwise what will the family have to eat?

While the two were talking, a voice sounded on the intercom: "Group 3, come to the backyard."

"What are you doing?" The middle-aged man picked up the intercom and asked.

"A big shot is coming, let us protect his safety, come here quickly."

"Got it!" The middle-aged man stood up, picked up his helmet, picked up his gun and shouted, "Let's go to the backyard."

…

The backyard of Songjiang North Station is a warehouse area, which is used to temporarily store trade goods that need to be transported by light rail trains and express trains. Therefore, it covers a larger area and has more staff.

Four cars drove into the compound. The people from the anti-terrorism brigade got out of the car first. After checking the surroundings, they opened the back door of the van and said to Miller, "Please get out of the car."

Miller jumped out of the car and cursed with an unhappy look on his face: "Damn the people, they should be crushed with tanks."

Naturally, the members of the anti-terrorism brigade would not take up such a topic, so they just surrounded him from front to back, left and right, and walked into the station together.

Tens of seconds later, the police officers on duty at the station blocked the road from the backyard to the platform and opened a special passage for Miller.

The leader of the third group rushed over and stood in front of a room door at the entrance of the corridor. After saluting, he said: "Sir, the light rail train will not arrive in the station for five minutes. There are many passengers waiting in the waiting hall. The situation is quite chaotic. , so please wait here for a while."

"Why isn't it a good time?" Miller scolded angrily: "When I arrived, I should have left directly."

For the sake of a job, the third team leader held back and said: "The train was sent by Changji, and there were people parading in the station over there. The current situation is special, and the time for the train to enter the station has changed."

"big eater!"

Miller cursed, turned around and walked into the room. People from the anti-terrorism brigade immediately stood on both sides to guard.

…

On the street outside the North Station, a man mingled with the marchers, lowered his head and held the phone and asked: "Are you sure you're going in?"

"Yes." The person on the other end of the phone nodded.

"Okay, I understand." The man hung up the phone, immediately waved his hand and said to the person next to him: "Make some noise."

After more than a dozen people looked at each other, one person suddenly turned around and shouted: "Latest news, Miller, who killed three ordinary citizens, is now in the station. He is preparing to run away. The people from the anti-terrorism brigade are preparing to escort him back to Fengcheng." north."

The demonstrators, who numbered hundreds, fell silent instantly.

"Damn it, Songjiang is in such trouble, and they are still protecting this person. They can't let him go back to Fengbei, and they can't let him go unpunished!"

"Come in and kill him!"

"It's useless to shout, they don't care about us! Rush in!"

"...!"

As soon as a dozen people incited the crowd, dozens of internal officials followed up to heighten the mood. The ordinary people with hoarse voices who were shouting were instantly ignited.

We are afraid of taking the lead in everything, especially in group events. Most people have a herd mentality. The thinking of too many people is that if you ask me to be the leader, I will not do it, but if everyone else does it, then I will dare to do it.

Dozens of people first displayed various weapons, carried petrol bombs, and threw them across the square.

"Support, please support, people are going to attack the platform!"

Tens of seconds later, hundreds of police officers gathered and drew their guns.

In the crowd, Baojun pulled out his gun, followed the edge of the conflict zone, covered his face, and led seven or eight people into the station hall.