C17 (1/2)

The police station in the small county was very unorganized and there were no major cases or incidents that occurred during the day.

So when they heard that there was a murderer on the bus that rushed into the yard, for a moment, these cops who usually did nothing but manage small matters were actually running around like ducks.

Without guns and weapons, they were fine against those petty thieves. They could easily subdue them with just a few moves.

Opposite him, however, was an ”extremely vicious” murderer.

He might have something on his hands.

The policemen didn't dare to act rashly, after evacuating dozens of passengers.

The gun in the gun bank was finally out.

A policeman rushed out with a box in his arms.

The policemen on the bus rushed forward, each of them holding a gun. Only then did they dare to quietly approach the bus.

The safety of the gun had not been turned on, so there was a 80% chance that there were no bullets in the gun that was just pulled from Curry. Of course, if there were any bullets, those policemen probably wouldn't choose to take the gun.

In their eyes, a pistol with bullets in it was no less dangerous than a gun with bullets in it.

After all, guns didn't have eyes.

Most of them, you know, did not know when they last shot.

After all, a small place was not as big as a big city. The quality of the police was not comparable, and once a year, live ammunition was often cancelled.

”Old Zhang, I forgot to take the bullet.” The gunman who had rushed out of the police station's building rushed out with several boxes of bullets and shouted.

”Damn.” Everyone cursed in their hearts.

He didn't know if there were bullets in the gun or not, but Rant was enough. If you say it like that, wouldn't we be exposing everything?

However, to ensure that the suspect was intimidated, a few policemen had to take one or two of the rounds out of their ammunition boxes.

The guns were all over the place. There were 546, 79, and 92 of them. They all had different caliber guns. It was not easy to find the right gun in this chaotic environment.

It's not easy to pretend.

Just as they were busy filling up the box.

The car door was open, and someone walked out, uh, no, two people with one in their arms.

As for the reason why he got off in such a manner, it was because …

The middle-aged man's corpse was lying horizontally on the road, so Hee Lingling did not dare to step over it. Thus, Hee Feng could only hug him like he was carrying a princess, and then step on the middle-aged man's corpse to get off the car.

Just as he got off the car, Hee Feng discovered that there were seven to eight guns pointed at him.

Several policemen stared at them as if they were facing a great enemy. However, if one were to observe carefully, one of them would notice that his arm was trembling.

The rest wasn't much better.

There was a guy holding a gun and holding it in his hand. The aged spring of the roulette actually fell off the gun.

For a moment, the morale of the police force was terrifyingly low, but because of their duty, they did not retreat a single step.

At this moment, a police officer who seemed like an official forced himself to stay calm and shouted, ”Young man, let go of the hostage, put down the weapon, surrender voluntarily, we might consider leniently dealing with you.”

When he said this, the police was clearly lacking in confidence.

Killing was a crime that would last for at least a few decades. What was the difference between that and death?

He was extremely worried that the person in front of him was in a hurry to jump into the wall.

Just as his heart was in turmoil, he saw the young man opposite him giving him a smile.