Personal security

Chapter 90: Don't shoot

Alas, it's really not okay to be unconvinced. But where did Director Zhao invite so many people to help? There was no time for him to think about it. The two people in front were almost running to the gate of the small courtyard where he was standing. Li Guicheng gritted his teeth and ran after them.

However, as soon as he took a step, he heard a very low "um..." behind him, and a furry black-brown claw had already rested on his shoulder.

Fortunately, Li Guicheng was smart. He did not bend down, but turned sideways. When he looked sideways, he found that the one who attacked him just now was a big wolfdog like a calf.

Li Guicheng stepped back sideways and reached for the pistol at his waist.

Although this big wolfdog does not bark, it will really kill people when it bites people. It can not only bite people to disability, but sometimes it can even eat people.

However, before he could draw the pistol from his waist, he saw a flash of white light in front of him, and a dagger was inserted into the wolfdog's wide-open mouth. Seeing the big wolfdog flip over and fall to the ground, its limbs twitching and making low whimpers, Li Guicheng was immediately frightened and broke out in a cold sweat. The dagger flew from behind his head and shot into the dog's mouth close to his shoulder.

"Don't shoot unless it's absolutely necessary." A faint voice behind him said, and a hand reached out and patted his shoulder. Li Guicheng recognized that it was the voice of one of the two young men in front, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, turned around, and followed him to the original gate of the courtyard.

Outside the courtyard was the abandoned cement factory, and the houses and factory buildings inside had been demolished. Only not far from the factory gate, the two rows of office buildings in the original factory still stood on the vast snow. Behind the office building, there is a large open space, surrounded by weeds. The scene in front of us is desolate and unbearable to the eyes. A sour and rotten smell drifts in from the north wall. The place outside the wall is the pig slaughterhouse of Dayun City Meat Processing Plant.

From the perspective of Li Guicheng and the other three, the two rows of office buildings are right in front of them, diagonally southwest of one or two hundred meters away. Looking from afar across the remaining ruins of the demolished factory, there are a few cars parked in front of the office building. Among the three or four black and white cars, there is the white van that he saw in the surveillance video.

These people are really bold. They used this car to commit a crime and dared to park it in front of the building.

Behind them, leaning against the east wall, from south to north, there is the small courtyard with a single door that they just came out of. Li Guicheng didn't know what this place was used for in the cement factory, but it looked like someone was still living there.

The three of them hid themselves behind the ruins and slowly approached the two rows of office buildings.

Zhao Jianhui came in directly from the front door. He didn't dodge and walked into the south gate of the courtyard from the small road outside.

At the door, two large iron doors with flower lingzi were tightly closed. On the left side of the door, a creaking sound of Qinqiang came from a small house with a tightly closed door. The simple, rough, bold, and breathless roaring made Zhao Jianhui have goose bumps.

He climbed over the iron door lightly without disturbing the man in the small house who was listening fascinatedly. Zhao Jianhui swaggered towards the row of four-story buildings in front.

The corridor was quiet and no one was there. Zhao Jianhui slowly checked from room to room on the first floor. He didn't need to open the door, just listen outside. If there was someone inside, Zhao Jianhui's ears would not be able to hide it.

From the first floor to the third floor, he silently counted and found that there were people in three rooms. However, the two people in the room near the corridor on the first floor closed the door and seemed to be talking about something. There were four people sleeping in two rooms on the second floor. Apart from these six people, the whole building was dead silent, almost like an empty building.

Zhao Jianhui's steps became lighter and lighter until he reached the fourth floor, because he had heard a fierce quarrel coming from a room on the fourth floor on the stairs.

"Boss Ye, didn't you say you only kidnapped Pan Minmin? Why did you bring my daughter here?"

"Tsk..." Another person snorted with extreme disdain: "If you don't kidnap your daughter, do you think you can lead Pan Minmin out so smoothly? Do you want me to go to the court office to arrest someone, or go to your original home to find her? Do you think Pan Minmin will be so obedient?"

The person who spoke just now was Chen Junsheng, so this person should be Ye Song? Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. Since he had found the right place, there was hope for rescuing Pan Feifei.

"But, even if you caught Feifei, you shouldn't have helped her all night, right? Can a child bear it? Besides, what's the big deal about me asking to see her? We are already grasshoppers in the same boat. You can't fly and I can't run away. Don't you still trust me?" Chen Junsheng's mouth seemed full of anger, and his voice became louder and louder.

Ye Song's voice said: "Boss Chen, what can you say when you see her? Do you want to tell her that it was her father who kidnapped her here? I'm doing this for your own good, Boss Chen, think about it yourself, if your daughter knew that the person who forced her mother also had his father, would she still recognize you as her father in the future?"

"But..." Chen Junsheng wanted to say something else, but Ye Song interrupted him before he could say anything: "Okay, Old Chen, I know what you are worried about. Feifei is safe upstairs at the back, Dasheng and Ergou I'm watching from behind, keep it thirsty You can't eat or be hungry, so just be at ease. Now call Mengzi and ask him how the court session is going. What is Pan Minmin doing? Let the lawyers on both sides grind on him. Been chatting for more than an hour."

Feifei is upstairs at the back? After Zhao Jianhui got the news, he quietly went downstairs. As soon as he reached the corner of the stairs from the second floor to the first floor, a man appeared from below humming a tune.

It was too late to hide. Zhao Jianhui stretched out his hand and pressed the handrail of the stairs. His body was already floating up, and he jumped directly from the handrail. Before he even landed, he punched the guy in the nose.

When the man raised his head, before he could scream, Zhao Jianhui's other hand had already pinched his neck like a steel structure. However, the man was not frightened. He raised and turned his palms, reached out to grab Zhao Jianhui's wrist, and made a small grabbing movement, trying to stop Zhao Jianhui's arm from turning sideways.

However, with a very clear sound of bone cracking, his neck hung softly on his shoulders, and the hand holding Zhao Jianhui's wrist dropped weakly.

Zhao Jianhui turned his arms and held him in his arms, using the strength of his arms to hold him downstairs. To outsiders, it looked like two very familiar people hugging each other intimately, but little did they know that the person coming down from the stairs was a living person hugging a dead person.

Before he walked down the stairs and entered the corridor on the first floor, Zhao Jianhui heard something like a sound in the corridor... At this moment, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and a dangerous intuition came over him...

Zhao Jianhui looked up and saw a man five or six meters away from him wearing a black windbreaker, sunglasses, and black military boots. It's very similar to Schwarzenegger's appearance in X-Men, standing there with his head held high and glaring at Zhao Jianhui with cold eyes.

In his hand was a May 4th pistol, with the black muzzle pointed at Zhao Jianhui.

"You are very powerful, my friend. You killed my partner so quickly. However, your luck doesn't seem to be very good." Zhao Jianhui could tell from the sound of his voice that he was in the room adjacent to the stairwell. Just now One of the two people Zhao Jianhui heard talking before he went upstairs.

Could it be that the person he was talking to in the room just now was the one he was holding in his arms now? Judging from his attire and appearance, he looks a bit like a professional bodyguard.

Zhao Jianhui was thinking about how to dodge his gun. At such a close distance, even if he was hit by a bullet from the May 4th pistol while wearing a bulletproof vest, there was no chance of survival. However, a scene that surprised Zhao Jianhui appeared. The guy actually put away his pistol and raised his fingers while facing Zhao Jianhui.

Damn, have you watched too many Hong Kong and Taiwan movies? Can you find another idiot like him in the world? Zhao Jianhui almost laughed out loud. He waved his arms and threw the cold body in his arms.

The man flew up and kicked the flying "companion". Zhao Jianhui had already taken the opportunity to take a step forward and punched him in the face. The man kicked away his companion's body and was about to retract his legs when he suddenly saw a big fist in front of him. He turned sideways to avoid Zhao Jianhui's fist. As he turned, he used his right foot as a pivot and swept his left foot. Zhao Jianhui's waist span.

Zhao Jianhui pointed like a knife and cut his arms back, and the man felt a burning sensation on his calf, as if he had actually been cut by a knife.

"Ah... um..." He had just retracted his legs and yelled halfway. Zhao Jianhui's posture did not change, he changed his palms into fists, lunged forward, and the big fist had already hit his nose. With a soft click, the man's body fell straight back. Until his body lay flat in mid-air, a blood arrow spurted out from his mouth. He hit the ground with a bang, and stared at Zhao Jianhui in disbelief with his eyes wide open. One leg was still trembling, as if he was still thinking about comparing his leg skills with Zhao Jianhui.

Zhao Jianhui sneered, bent down from his waist and pulled out the May 4th pistol that was in his hand just now, weighed it in his hand, and then stretched out his left hand to gently wipe his tall eyelids: "I'm sorry, buddy. If there's nothing urgent, I can play with you for a while. I really don't have time today..."

After saying that, he stood up and Zhao Jianhui walked out of the corridor as quickly as a civet cat and walked straight to the row of buildings behind him. I'm here Feifei, if any bastard dares to hurt you even a hair, I will definitely rip off his head and use it as a ball to kick. I will fight with anyone who stops me.

Just when Zhao Jianhui was showing off his might and killing that cool fake Schwarzenegger, Pan Feifei was experiencing danger in a building behind.

She had been tied to the small bed in the back room for a whole night and half a morning, and the physiological functions of the human body gave her a strong reaction. As the saying goes, fire and water are merciless, and once you feel anxious, you can't hold it back.

She clamped her two thighs tightly, but because her ankles were tied to both sides of the cot, there was no way to clamp them tightly.