Breaking Through the Clouds

At the junction of the inner and outer window sills, the wooden frame is covered with oil stains left by years of smoke and fire, and on the black dirt, there are a few extremely unclear horizontal edges.

— shoe prints.

Yan Yan leaned out and observed carefully for a long time, and finally found traces of climbing on the fire escape ladder that was close to the wall outside the tube building.

Yan Yan signaled Jiang Ting to wait a moment, and then made a phone call: "Hey Lao Qin..."

"Where are you?" Qin Chuan on the phone was obviously driving, and the background was very noisy: "We have already searched Fan Zhengyuan's house and we will report to you in detail when we return to the bureau. The other hiding place is in the North District Yihong bathing place, I heard the informant say why you didn't go?"

"I asked Ma Xiang to bring someone there, why?"

"Hey," Qin Chuan said with a smile, "you didn't go to see those one hundred and eighty Yui Hatano, you can't blame me, brother."

"On that kind of place..." Yan Mo caught a glimpse of Jiang Ting out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly felt the need to protect his personal image, so he changed the subject abruptly: "Who is Hatano Yui, why are your thoughts so dirty? ?”

Qin Chuan: "...???"

"Stop talking nonsense. I'm in Hu Weisheng's rented house. There are some new clues here. If you're close, stop by." Yan Xie said before Qin Chuan could answer: "If you have nothing to do, hang up first." Ha, hurry up! Bye!"

Jiang Ting took photos of the shoe prints and saved them. With one hand on the wall, he wanted to climb the fire escape outside the window.However, as soon as he was in the middle of his inattentive movements, Yan Yan dragged his shoulders and pulled him down, and scolded: "What are you doing, go to the back."

Yan Xie pushed Jiang Ting behind him, tightened his gloves, grabbed the window frame with a "hum", and flew into the air cleanly, the whole person got out of the window, hung on the fire escape with no protection, and poked his head Looking at the top of the building: "Damn!"

"Something?"

"This guy surnamed Hu is a talent," Yan Yan said loudly, climbing up to the roof of the building, stretching out his hand to drag Jiang Ting up.

The felt used for insulation on the roof of the top floor has been rotten, and garbage, waste building materials, and broken pipes have filled the space.The iron doors of the corridor at both ends of the roof were mottled and rusted, and had long been locked. On the edge, three illegal buildings were built with bricks, tiles and iron sheets, and there was the sound of generators humming.

"Self-built small duplex on the top floor, the idea is quite good. It's a pity that Hu Weisheng doesn't learn to be a plasterer." Yan Xie walked up to the thatched hut, looked inside, and asked, "How did you think of pushing the window? Don't tell me." Tell your gut!"

In the evening, the typhoon was very windy, Jiang Ting wrapped Yan Mao's coat tightly with one hand, covered his nose and mouth with the other, and said in a muffled voice, "The sixth sense."

"..." Yan Yan asked, "Are you a woman?"

Jiang Ting looked back at him without expression, his white upper eyelids were slightly red from the cold.

Yan Xie glanced at him several times, "You got the police badge, stand outside, I'll go in and have a look."

There were three huts in a row, and when Yan Yan entered the leftmost one, the door made of plywood opened with a push.Yan Yan choked and coughed several times when the dust blown up in the room. When the dust was almost dispersed, he bent down and got in with the light of his mobile phone. In the square meter space, there is not even a place to turn around.

On the cobweb-covered cabinets are piles of various plastic products and broken copper and iron, all of which are rare utensils, some wrapped in plastic sheets, and some covered with yellowing white cloth.

Yan Yan looked at the shape of the pile of equipment, and he had a solid idea in his heart. He took dozens of photos hastily, and then he didn't think it was dirty, and he lifted the cloth against the dust.

Dropping bottle, reaction tank, heater, dehydrator...

Yan Xi took half a step back.

——Among all kinds of spider webs, there are actually a batch of poison-making tools hidden!

"... Team Yan."

It was dusk outside the house, and the night wind howled.Jiang Ting looked around the entire rooftop, and landed on the iron house not far away that was making the sound of a generator. He hesitated for a moment, and repeated: "Team Yan?"

Everyone in the room was buzzing, not knowing what Yan Yan was doing.

Jiang Ting narrowed his eyes, thought for a while, and finally walked over.

The windows of the tin house are covered with plastic sheets, and the iron locks are hanging in the air, so you can enter if you just gently pull the latch.This room is different from the other two. The dark and narrow shabby room is relatively empty, the generator is piled in the corner, and wires of several different colors lead to the half-person-high felt cloth at the other end of the iron house.

Jiang Ting pressed his hands on the felt to make sure that there should be a cuboid electrical appliance underneath, so he lifted up the heavy felt with all his strength.

Following this movement, a dry moldy ash rose into the air, and Jiang Ting turned his face away and coughed a few times before he stopped. As he expected, it was a small single-door refrigerator under the blanket.

For some reason, Jiang Ting's fingers were a little unsteady. He opened the refrigerator door, and there was a pile of bottles and cans in the refrigerator.

Transparent beakers and opaque brown medicine bottles were jumbled together, most of them were empty, and traces of different colors remained on the bottom of the glassware.Only a few glass bottles still contained the solution, and because they were not sealed properly, they gave off a pungent smell of chemicals.

And in the groove on the inside of the refrigerator door, there was a package stuffed bulgingly, tightly wrapped by layers of newspapers.

Jiang Ting's heart beat wildly, his face changed slightly, and he gently pushed the newspaper away.

Inside was a sealed sachet of pale blue powder.

Jiang Ting half-kneeled on one knee, his pupils dilated and contracted rapidly, and he stretched out his hand to lift up the sealed bag, which was half the size of a palm, and saw a yellowed label on the lower right corner, writing a few words with a pen. The words - "Group C Nine Boxes 7704", the ink has begun to fade.

Jiang Ting stared straight at the label, the faint chill of the refrigerator shrouded the square inch, and his face was ice-white in the darkness.

The existence of the powder was not unexpected to him, but why is this line of writing?

How could this line of pen writing appear here? !

A certain fragment floated up from the depths of my memory in a blink of an eye. It was an even emptyer and darker factory warehouse. Countless bags of the same powder were piled up together, like ghosts wandering in the depths of hell.They were boxed and sealed by a forklift, and the boxes were loaded onto the truck. In the distance, the torrential rain poured down in the dark night, and the street lamps swayed like will-o’-the-wisp green shadows.

"Six hundred million," someone said behind him with a smile, as gentle as a devil's nickname:

"You see, earthly pleasures are so valuable."

Jiang Ting's breathing almost stopped for a few seconds, then he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again.This action forced him to flatten all his doubts into a flat surface, freezing him under the thick ice called calmness; then he crumpled up the newspaper and threw it back into the refrigerator, got up and closed the refrigerator door, covered it with felt again, Stuffed the small packet of powder into the trouser pocket.

At that moment, someone grabbed his wrist.

Yan Yan's voice said coldly behind him: "Take it out."

Jiang Ting's body was slightly stiff, his hands in his trouser pockets did not relax, and he turned around slowly: "Captain Yan..."

"Take it out." Yan Mo said with dark eyes, "Don't force me to do it."

In just a few seconds, it seemed as long as a confrontation. Not long after, Jiang Ting's tense forearm muscles finally relaxed, and Yan Yan pulled him out of his pocket and took away the bag of drugs in his palm.

"why?"

Jiang Ting raised his jaw slightly, but did not answer.

Yan Xie took out the phone, pressed the three numbers 1, 1, and 0 in front of him, and moved his thumb over the dial button.Against the last light outside the door, he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but his voice seemed to be frozen: "One last time, Jiang Ting. If you still don't have an answer, I will send you on your way to Gongzhou tonight. "

"..." After a long silence, Jiang Ting said, "No reason, maybe it's because I take drugs?"

After the solidified silence, Jiang Ting suddenly threw himself forward, and Yan Xie grabbed his collar and lifted him abruptly, and then forcibly dragged him outside the house.

This way of carrying a chicken cub made people unable to breathe, or even make a sound. During the struggle, Jiang Ting knocked over countless things, and then kicked the door frame, and small pieces of cement and sand poured down.He grabbed Yan Mao's hand and tried to break it away, but he couldn't shake the steel-like restraint. He didn't get pushed forward until he went out the door, and he staggered a few steps and almost fell down.

"Ahem!..."

Jiang Ting clutched his throat and could barely breathe, his eyes were blurry, and he straightened up after a while, and said hoarsely: "You..."

Yan Yan grabbed his chin, his handsome face was full of anger, just about to say something, suddenly raised his head and his face changed slightly: "Be careful!"

Before Jiang Ting had time to react, he was pushed behind by Yan Yan. In the chaos, he felt a strong wind blowing against his ears. When he turned around suddenly, he saw other people came up on the roof at some point!

The accident happened too fast, and when the night fell, the visibility conditions were very poor, and it was impossible to see what the person who came was like, only the bright knife light flashed away.At this time, Yan Xie's reaction was extremely fast, he raised his hand and accurately supported the arm of the person coming, and then he elbowed the other person's shoulder hard!

bang——

The attacker took the elbow abruptly, and the dagger in his hand fell in response.Unexpectedly, he didn't even hum, and kicked the dagger with his foot before the tip of the knife hit the ground, grabbed the handle of the knife with his backhand and swung it horizontally—at the very moment, Yan Yan leaned back, and swung the blade close to the bridge of his nose!

At that moment, Yan Xie realized that the other party was extremely professional, and shouted at Jiang Ting without turning his head: "——Let's go!"

Jiang paused.

The other party grabbed the leg that Yan Yan had kicked over, and chopped the tip of the knife towards the knee, and was kicked back by Yan Yan's chest kick.But his physical fitness is very strong, he stabilized his figure in just two steps, bent over to avoid the counterattack like lightning, grabbed a handful of sand and stones on the ground and threw his hands——

Yan Yan reflexively tried to block it, but the dust got into his eyes and it was too late.

At the same time as the severe pain came, his thigh became cold and hot again, and he knew that he was stabbed by the point of the knife.But when people are highly nervous, they can't feel pain. Yan Xie is very tough, and he didn't think about the danger of blood loss from the aorta at all, so he kicked the opponent's dagger hard with his feet, bang!

The dagger spun and hit the railing of the roof and fell down the stairs.

The visitor grunted because the wrist holding the knife was kicked, but the ending was cold and rising, but it was more mocking than pain.

——Just that sound let Yan Xi know his age, it should be a young man.

What is the identity of the other party?

What is the purpose of ambushing the criminal police?

The dust made Yan Xie unable to see clearly, and in an instant he was grabbed by someone's arm, and he turned around in a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw.This man is definitely a master of fighting. Yan Mao's height of nearly 1.9 meters made it difficult for him to exhale a hollow circle. However, the moment he landed, Yan Mao's years of fighting awareness made him hook the back of the opponent's neck by feeling, boom!With two loud bangs, both of them were knocked down to the ground at the same time!

Almost immediately, the two scuffled together. Yan Xie couldn't see anything at all, and was punched several times. Suddenly, he felt that the other party quickly searched every pocket on his body, and then fumbled for it from the back pocket of his trousers. something happened.

—that bag of drugs!

The visitor let out a low laugh, grabbed Yan Mao by the neck and lifted him up, leaning heavily against the railing of the roof. The weight of more than 80 kilograms plus the momentum immediately made the railings make a precarious and sharp sound!

The palm strength of a professional killer to crush a person's larynx is no joke. The other policemen would have died in the line of duty at this moment.Yan Yan grabbed the other's hand pinching his throat with both hands, gritted his teeth and resisted the sharp pain in his eyes: "You...are...the one who killed Fan Zhengyuan..."

Ajie didn't expect to be recognized, "Oh?" He said: "I didn't expect your police to come too soon, you didn't have to die."

Yan Yan's arm was bulging with veins: "I think the person who is going to die... it's you!"

All the movements happened in the blink of an eye, and Yan Xie suddenly exerted force on his feet, and swept the opponent's ankle hard, breaking the evenly matched confrontation immediately.Ajie staggered and almost fell, but relying on Yan Mao not being able to see, he dodged to avoid the pursuit, a carp stood up and grabbed Yan Mao's shoulder.

"..." Ajie cursed in a low voice, leaned his shoulder against Yan Yan, and threw him onto the railing violently!

creak-

The moment the metal deformation happened, Yan Xie had already twisted the opponent's shoulders and neck, and as long as he exerted force, he could fall backwards, sending the professional killer volleying down the stairs.But in less than a thousandth of a second, the iron railings, which had been rusted to death by years of wind and rain, could not bear the weight of the two of them, and the entire row tilted down to the outside of the roof!

It was too late and then it was too late, Yan Xie and Ajie slipped at the same time.

Jiang Ting lost his voice: "Yan..."

But before he took a step, the cold and hard muzzle of the gun hit the back of his head silently.

A familiar voice whispered in his ear with a smile, "Don't move."