star hunter

Although the Management Bureau drew up a careful and appropriate action plan early on, what annoyed them was that not long after the plan was released, "Shadow" suddenly sent a message saying that the handover location would be changed, which naturally made the Management Bureau The leaders of the management bureau were almost out of control.

After that, the location changed again and again, and it was not until the morning of the hostage exchange that "Shadow" gave the specific location.

Presumably, it was because they were worried that the Management Bureau would make some small moves in advance, so they cunningly changed and changed again and again.

In fact, "Shadow"'s worries were not unreasonable, because the Administration Bureau really planned to do this, so although the sheriffs jumped angrily, they could only take one step at a time.

A minibus turned a corner and drove slowly into Changle Street.

Changle Street is the location given by the other party for the last time.

In the slightly old carriage, besides the dozen or so people who were arrested in the chaos, there were also two special hostages, namely Fatty and "Yingying".

In order to avoid accidents, all hostages were not only shackled on their hands and feet, but also covered their heads with hoods, which temporarily confiscated their vision.

Except for a group of hostages who were black from the neck up and couldn't see their faces clearly, the rest were the people who were in charge of guarding them.They are basically members of the picket team, except for Zhong Yuncong.

This time, it's not that the Management Bureau thinks it's troublesome and throws away the pick, it's entirely the request of "Shadow"-they seem to be extremely afraid of the supernatural beings of the Management Bureau, and prohibit people from the Management Bureau from participating in this exchange. The management bureau broke the rules and immediately executed the hostages.As for the hostage guards, they can only be selected from the picket team.

There is only one exception, Zhong Yuncong.

Many people don't understand why Zhong Yuncong became an anomaly. Zhong Yuncong thought he understood from the beginning - isn't it because he and Yang Shaowen are old acquaintances.

But after thinking about it deeply, I found that this reason is not very tenable.

Why did you choose me?What is Yang Shaowen thinking?Does he think I'm weak and easy to deal with?Do you still think that you can make friends with me and let me be lenient?

If Yang Shaowen really wanted to be on the safe side, he shouldn't let anyone who governs the Bureau join. What's more, he knows that Zhong Yuncong is not weak; as for the second guess, it is even more unfeasible. Zhong Yuncong It's impossible to let that happen, and their relationship is not that good.

As a result, Zhong Yuncong became more and more confused, and the problem that was considered insignificant before hung around his mind like a dark cloud.

Why is it me?

Before he could figure out why, the car stopped. The message from "Shadow" was to tell them to wait for the next order in the center of Changle Street, but they didn't specify where they would show up.

This is very embarrassing, Zhong Yuncong and those pickets are completely passive, but they have no choice. After all, the other party is a terrorist organization, and they are not talking about business. The other party will naturally not talk to you about the rules, and it will definitely come from whatever is beneficial.

Although both sides have hostages in their hands, it seems that the weight is about the same, but no matter what the real intentions of the Governance Bureau, including the picket team, they still have to do superficial work, especially in public, they can't ignore being held by the "shadow" The fifteen lives in his hands.

In contrast, the "Shadow" of others is much more shameless: I have your weakness in my hand, and I have a trump card. I just want to take the initiative and have the ability to hit me?

His teeth were itching to hate, but there was nothing he could do for a while.

We can't be shameless together, right?

Zhong Yun was anxious from the bottom of his heart, which was more or less reflected in his body movements. He sat on the car seat with his waist bent, his elbows resting on his legs, and his ten fingers curled up and loosened unconsciously, repeating this cycle.

"Well, Magistrate Zhong, what should we do next?" A picket who couldn't hold back couldn't help asking. Now they were the only ones left in the car except for a group of hooded hostages, and most of them The pickets are all just pawns in the team, and they usually only have to obey orders. Although they have never been familiar with Zhong Yun, in such a scene without a leader, the supernatural beings from the Management Bureau have become leaders. .

Zhong Yuncong felt rather dumbfounded. They probably didn't know that he was just a newcomer who had just joined the Administration Bureau for less than a month. Captain, the kind with two bars.

However, after sweeping away the panicked expressions of the pickets, he could only reply with a scalp: "Stay still, we don't know where the 'Shadow' is."

The pickets looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally obeyed his words, and sat down quietly to continue waiting, while Zhong Yuncong let out a deep breath, turned his face to the side, and inspected the surrounding environment vigilantly.

Changle Street is said to be a street, but its scope is not small at all. The entire area can be called Changle Street. Feeling dizzy and clueless, it is impossible to guess where they will hide and when they will show up.

Just when his manic depression reached its peak, a rough male voice suddenly burst out in his ear: "Welcome to you, friends from the two major departments. However, you seem to have arrived a little earlier."

Zhong Yun was startled, and subconsciously turned his head to look around, and then he saw that the other people in the car were also looking around in panic.

He was startled, and immediately realized that something was wrong. The voice was clearly as if someone was speaking into his ear, but there was no one beside him.

While he was still thinking about the mystery, that strange voice passed through his eardrums again, and Zhong Yun felt a chill creeping up his back.

"We appreciate the habit of being punctual, but in other respects, we don't respect people so much."

Zhong Yuncong's heart was suddenly tightened, and he couldn't help blurting out: "What do you mean?"

After I finished speaking, I regretted it. On the one hand, I felt that I spoke too fast, and on the other hand, I was not sure whether the other party could hear it.

But his second worry was obviously unnecessary, because the voice quickly answered him: "Take off the hoods of the hostages behind you."

Zhong Yun's breath stopped, and he knew that this arrangement was useless.

In their action plan, more than a dozen hostages, except for the fat man, are all fake.

"The group of people arrested is so scattered, how do they know who they are?" The person who came up with this idea was Xiang Yu. At that time, both he and Su Xian thought it was unreliable, but they didn't expect Zong Zhengzheng to agree.

Now it seems that the Zongju Bureau made a mistake in its decision-making.Zhong Yuncong slandered in a cold sweat.

In addition, he also had a little guess about the source of the sudden sound—either someone was playing tricks on this car, installed some sound receiver or something, or it was some weird ability.

Zhong Yuncong still thinks that the latter possibility is more likely. First, this car was found by the Management Bureau from some unknown corner, and it has not been used for a long time; second, unless it is a particularly high-end stereo , otherwise it will be difficult to create a good sound effect that sounds directly to your ears and surrounds you in 360 degrees.

This broken minibus doesn't look like the type that owns that kind of high-end goods.

It's just... How did the "Shadow" people see that there was something strange about the hostages?

His mind kept spinning like a spinning top, until the male voice sounded like thunder in his ear again, almost jumping up in fright.

"If you sit still, I guarantee someone will die soon because of your indifference."

The other party's tone was full of laughter, but Zhong Yuncong was as big as a bucket, and he couldn't take it as a joke.

Although he didn't know where the other party was hiding, he still got up involuntarily, his eyes constantly searching the corners of the street.

He tried to communicate with the other party to delay time: "It's like this, we are absolutely sincere, just to avoid unnecessary trouble, so..."

"You arrived a quarter of an hour early," the other party interrupted him neatly. "As a reward for this action, as long as you return the real hostage within a quarter of an hour, we will not pursue this responsibility. Otherwise, , you sent a batch of fakes, and we had to return a batch of dead ones."

Zhong Yuncong knew that this little trick was completely useless, so he scolded his mother in his heart, but he didn't dare to delay the movement of his hands at all. He took out the communicator from his pocket, and immediately sent a message to Zong Zhengzheng, who was commanding by remote control.

Zong Zhengzheng quickly replied: You hold on to the other party, and we will send the person here soon.

Zhong Yuncong was taken aback, feeling a little uncertain. After all, the Management Bureau was still a certain distance away from here, and it took a quarter of an hour to arrive. According to the dilapidated condition of the cars here, it might be a bit reluctant.

However, he still replied to "Shadow" according to the gourd painting, and the other party snorted coldly, and then there was no movement for a long time.

Zhong Yuncong rubbed his ears, but still had lingering fears. The other party was really difficult to deal with, and the enemy was in the dark, and he was in a restrained environment. This was really the worst situation.

When another minibus stopped next to theirs, Zhong Yuncong finally understood how fast Zong Zhengzheng said "soon".

It took about 10 minutes before and after. Both cars were parked on the street, which blocked this section of the street and attracted the attention of many passers-by.

It seems that Zongju and the others also anticipated the risk that the cover-up might be seen through, so they had already prepared for it.

Zhong Yuncong complained secretly: My lord chief, your efficiency is high, but in this way, won't it expose the fact that you are hiding nearby?

The so-called full set of acting, can't you perform a play that is stuck at the last second and almost timed out?That's the real thing, okay?

Because the two cars were very close together and there was no cover on the windows, he could easily see what was going on in the other minibus. Except for the driver and a few pickets in charge of guarding, the hostages They were all sitting obediently. The difference from their side was that the hostages in that car were not covered, and they could clearly see their faces from Zhong Yuncong's perspective.

It's just... the two special hostages, Fatty and Yingying, were not there.

"What's going on?" "Shadow" obviously noticed this too, and the voice sneered, "After finally getting the real thing, you're starting to lose weight again?"

Zhong Yuncong was under great pressure, and subconsciously wanted to send a message to ask his superiors for instructions, but he remembered the sentence Zong Zhengzheng replied before-"When time is short and the situation is urgent, you can make your own decision without asking for instructions."

So is this an emergency?

"say!"

The other party was so aggressive that he seemed to be urging him to die. Zhong Yun never could think about it any more. He gritted his teeth, and blurted out: "I'm sorry, this is the biggest concession we can make, and you don't want other people in the governance bureau to participate. Can the pickets alone be able to see them? Even if this is an unfair deal, our patience has a limit, and it is impossible for those two supernatural beings to return it to you. Besides, you want it with great fanfare. The hostages, don’t you just want to gain fame? The people in the car next to you are enough for you to achieve your goal, and things are always reversed, I hope you understand this truth.”

The other party fell silent again, and Zhong Yuncong was sweating from his palms.

He didn't know what kind of reply he would be waiting for.