I don't have a system but I have a hammer

Ten minutes later, the police car had stopped near Qiuhu Mountain Villa and turned off the lights, as if waiting for something...

After thinking for a while, I took out the communicator, opened the information database software, and browsed the list of local official leaders...

Another 2 minutes later, three small black military cards with the words "Armed Police" suddenly appeared. After stopping on the side of the road, a group of armed police officers poured out of them, each with a dignified expression, as if they were facing an enemy. …

Lightly lighting a cigarette, I glanced like a torch among this group of people...

Not long after, I found the leaders who led the team this time. They were two middle-aged men in casual clothes...

One of them has thick brows and big eyes, his face is full of cheeks, he looks like a rough uncle in his early forties...

The other person is a little older, with several wrinkles on his face, slightly sunken eye sockets, messy and curly hair, and a slovenly look...

Leaning down slightly, I turned on the radio function...

"Reporting captain, the communication channel of the reporter just now seems to be unreachable..."

Listening to his subordinate's report, the wrinkled man lit a cigarette, rubbed the lighter, and frowned...

"Well... what I was most worried about happened!"

The rugged man was taken aback, and asked...

"You don't suspect...that reporter deliberately reported false information?"

The wrinkled man shook his head, took a deep breath, and calmly exhaled the smoke slowly...

"Well, I was afraid that he had already been killed by the lunatics. I just listened to the report recording. To be honest, I don't think that person lied, nor was he threatened..."

"And his chatting tone is obviously very excited, almost the same as those guys who want to earn an informant's fee. He keeps his mouth shut for money, but he doesn't answer the phone now. This can only show that he has been discovered by a fanatic!"

The rough man was taken aback when he heard the words, and also frowned...

"Then according to what you said, our action..."

The wrinkled man flicked his cigarette ash and interrupted him...

"The man was discovered by the madman. Even if he is not dead, it is estimated that there is no way to contact him now, and the madman must know that we are here now, so the possibility of leaving is relatively high..."

Before the wrinkled man finished speaking, a hint of annoyance flashed in the rough man's eyes, and he waved to his subordinates, motioning them to avoid it...

Seeing that his subordinates were gone, he pulled the wrinkled man aside alone, complaining softly...

"Do you know how much effort it took me to keep up with the first batch of these two armed police teams? If the operation is canceled now and this happens again in the future, the superiors may not trust me anymore. You have to help me find a way no matter what. ..."

After a pause, he took out a pack of cigarettes that I don't know the brand from his pocket, and quietly stuffed it into the wrinkled man's pocket, with a look of "big brother, help me" on his face...

"Anyway, you were also promoted by me. This bag is for you to hold. Even if you don't give face to others, you must give face to me as the director, great detective!"

The wrinkled man ignored the cigarette in his pocket, and just gave him a slightly weird look...

"Who told you to cancel the action?"

The rough man was taken aback when he heard the words...

"Ah? Didn't you say that the lunatic has left?"

The wrinkled man looked at him with disgust...

"What do you do...why do the lunatics come here? Although he left, his purpose of coming here is because of the Stranger Gang, which means that there are still members of the Stranger Gang here. Don't worry, you won't leave empty-handed this time." return..."

While speaking, he took out the special pack of cigarettes from his pocket, looked at it a little bit reluctantly, then stuffed it back into the rough man's hand, then turned around and added...

"Also, I still prefer to smoke Hongtashan..."

After all, he ignored the rough man with surprise in his eyes, turned around and nodded to the line of armed police who had already stood in line, and spoke loudly...

"Thank you for your hard work, all the armed police brothers. Now we will act normally as we just discussed in the car... The first team and the second team ambushed at the front and rear doors of Qiuhu Villa, and we will leave the rest to our criminal police team..."

Without much hesitation, the armed police team immediately guarded the front and rear gates of Qiushui Villa after receiving the order...

"Haha, you still have an idea. If you catch the remnants of the Stranger Gang this time, no matter what, I can give you a third-class merit. Let's go, let's smoke in the car..."

Listening to the rough man's words, the wrinkled man didn't show any joy, instead he was a little dignified, frowning all the time without saying a word, as if he was thinking about something...

"What's the matter? Do you still think the third-class work is not enough?"

The wrinkled man was taken aback when he heard the words, then raised his head and nodded...

"You know I don't want to do this, I just feel that something is wrong, so now that the armed police are in their positions, you ask our brothers to surround the stone wall here, and I will go in and explore the way..."

After speaking, he took out his pistol and began to check the magazine...

Unexpectedly, the rough man grabbed his arm...

"You don't want to die, what kind of people are the strange gang, do the desperadoes know, what can you do, you... In this way, I will let the armed police go in, and let the brothers guard the gate, how about it?"

The wrinkled man smiled indifferently when he saw this, then took out the communicator, opened the information on it, and explained...

"You really think I'm stupid. I just checked on the way here. Because the housing prices of this Qiuhu Villa are too expensive, only 30 households were sold before the rat disaster. After the rat disaster, there are still people living here. There are less than 8 households..."

Having said that, the rugged man suddenly realized...

The wrinkled man smiled, put the inspected gun into his back, and patted the shoulder of a small policeman next to him...

"Go, call the property management here, and let him bring me a set of security clothes by the way..."

Watching the little policeman leave, he turned his head to look at the rough man again, and continued to explain...

"If people from the armed police team are allowed to go in, there will be too much noise, and it is easy to startle the snake. My idea is this, find a security guard who is familiar with the owner to go in with me, and go door-to-door. It's just these 8 households. I don't believe I can't find those bastards..."

The rough man was about to praise when he heard this, but he stopped him as if thinking of something...

"Forget it, your last injury hasn't healed yet, just let a few little guys go, you old bone will retire in two years, I'm really afraid that you'll be gone..."

The wrinkled man patted him on the shoulder, looked at the property manager who was coming over with a security uniform in front of him, an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes, and he said something meaningful...

"Those kids don't understand shit, do they understand the art of language?"

After all, he ignored the wrinkled man's dissuasion, directly took the bulletproof vest from the car and put it on, then took the security suit and put it on, and finally made a scheming arc towards the property manager...

"Brother, have you heard of the cooperation between the police and the people?"