MTL - Breaking Through the Clouds-Chapter 16 Chapter 16

At the junction of the internal and external windowsills, the wooden frame was full of oil stains left over from years of fumigation, and on the black scale, there were several very unclear horizontal edges.

——Shoeprint.

Yan l leaned out and looked closely for a long time. Finally, he found climbing marks on the fire ladder close to the wall outside the Tongzi Building.

Yan l motioned for Jiang to wait, and then called: "Hey Lao Qin ..."

"Where are you?" Qin Chuan was clearly driving over the phone. The background was very noisy: "We have searched out from Fan Zhengyuan's house for a round, and I will report back to you in detail. The other hiding place is in North District. Yihong Grand Baths, I heard the informer said why didn't you go? "

"I let Ma Xiang take someone there, why?"

"Hi," Qin Chuan smiled. "The one hundred and eighty Hatano Yui, but you don't see it yourself, you can't blame my brother."

"It's still possible in that kind of place ..." Yan Guang glanced at Jiang Zhan, suddenly felt the need to maintain his personal image, and then the words suddenly turned: "Who is Hatano Yui, what do you think? ? "

Qin Chuan: "... ????"

"Don't make nonsense, I have some new clues here in Hu Weisheng's rented apartment. You can come by by the way." Yan l rushed before Qin Chuan answered, "Hang nothing first. Hah, hurry up! Bye! "

Jiang Zhan kept the shoe prints and took pictures. He was holding the wall in one hand and wanted to climb the fire ladder outside the window. However, his half-hearted movement was pulled by Yan Yan's shoulders as soon as he reached halfway, and he reprimanded, "What are you doing? Go up and back."

Yan l pushed Jiang Zhan behind him, tightened his gloves, grabbed the window frame with a "hum", and rang cleanly into the air. The whole man got out of the window and hung on the fire ladder without protection. The probe Looking up to the top of the building: "Bed!"

"Is there something?"

"This surname is Hu's personal talent," Yan l whispered, climbed up to the rooftop of the building three times, five divided by two, and stretched out his hand to drag Jiang Zhan up.

The insulation felt on the rooftop of the top floor is rotten, and garbage, waste building materials, and broken pipes fill this space. The iron gates at the ends of the rooftop were mottled and rusted, and had already been locked, while the fringe area had built three illegal buildings with bricks and iron sheets, and the generator hummed.

"The self-built top-level mini-duplex has a very good idea. It is a pity that Hu Weisheng didn't go to learn the plasterer." Yan l approached the shack and looked inside, and asked, "How did you think about pushing a window? Don't follow me Speak intuitively! "

In the evening, when the typhoon was strong, Jiang Zhan wrapped his tight jacket with one hand, covered his mouth and nose with one hand, and muffled, "Sixth sense."

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

Jiang stopped looking back at him, without any expression, his white upper eyelids were frozen slightly red.

Yan glanced at him several times, "Got the policeman, stand outside, I'll go in and see."

In a row of three huts, Yan entered the leftmost one, and the plywood door opened with a push of his hand. The dust exploded in the room made Yan l cough a few times, and when the dust was almost dispersed, he bent through the cell phone lighting, and saw that the debris was full of these four or five. There is no space to turn around in a square meter.

The cabinets covered with spider webs were piled with various plastic products and broken copper and iron. They were all infrequently used appliances, some were wrapped in plastic cloth, and some were covered with yellowish white cloth.

Yan L looked at the shape of the pile of equipment, and he had the bottom of his heart. He took dozens of pictures in a hurry, and then did not feel dirty, and lifted the cloth against the dust.

Drop bottle, reaction tank, heater, dehydrator ...

Yan l took a step back.

——There are a lot of poison-making tools hidden among the spider webs.

"... Yan."

Twilight outside the house, the night wind roared. Jiang Zhan's gaze patrolled the entire rooftop and landed on a tin house not far from the generator sound. He hesitated a little and repeated: "Strict team?"

The room knew everything and didn't know what Yan was doing.

Jiang Zhan narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, and finally walked over.

The window of the Tin House was covered with plastic cloth, and the iron lock was hung, and you could enter it just by gently pulling the door latch. This room is different from the other two. The dark and narrow burrow is relatively empty. The generators are piled in the corner. Several different colored wires lead to half-height felt cloth at the other end of the iron house.

Jiang stopped pressing on the felt, determined that it should be a cuboid electrical appliance, and lifted the thick felt with force.

With this action, a dry mold ash rose into the air, Jiang Zhan stopped his face and coughed a few times before he stopped. Unexpectedly under the felt, it was a small single-door refrigerator.

I don't know why Jiang Zhan's fingers were a little unstable. He opened the refrigerator door, and there were a bunch of bottles and jars in the refrigerator room.

Transparent beakers and opaque brown pill bottles are mixed together, most of them are empty, and different colored traces remain on the bottom of the glassware. Only a few glass bottles still had solutions in them, as they were not sealed well and gave off a pungent odor of chemicals.

In the groove on the inside of the refrigerator door, a bag was bulging, and it was wrapped in layers of newspapers.

Jiang Zhan's heart jumped wildly, his face changed slightly, and he gently pulled the newspaper away.

Inside is a small bag of light blue powder sealed.

Jiang Zhan was on one knee and half-knelt, and his pupils quickly expanded and contracted. He stretched out his hand and lifted the half-slap sealed bag. I saw a yellowed label on the lower right corner and wrote a few with a pen. The words-"Group C nine boxes 7704", the ink has begun to fade.

Jiang Zhan stared straight at the label. The coldness of the cold room covered this square inch of land, and his face was white in the dimness.

The existence of powder was not unexpected, but why is this line of text?

How could this line of pen characters appear here? !!

A segment of the sparkle between the flashes of light floated from the depths of memory. It was a more empty and darker factory warehouse. Countless packs of the same powder were piled together, just like the lingering blue soul wandering in the depths of hell. They were boxed and sealed by a forklift, a box was loaded onto a truck, a torrential rain poured in the night, and street lights swayed a ghostly green shadow.

"Six billion," someone said with a smile behind him, gentle like a demon's nickname:

"Look, earthly happiness is so valuable."

For several seconds Jiang Zhan's breathing almost stopped, then he closed his eyes, exhaled deeply, and opened again. This action forced him to flatten all the doubts and freeze them under the thick and thick ice called calm; then he rolled the newspaper into a ball and threw it back to the refrigerator, got up, closed the refrigerator door, and covered it with felt again. Tucked that small packet of powder into the pants pocket.

At that moment, his wrist was caught.

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

Jiang Zang's body was slightly stiff, his hands were not relaxed in his pants pockets, and he slowly turned around: "Captain Yan ..."

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

In just a few seconds, it seemed like a long battle. After a while, Jiang Zhan's tight forearm muscles finally relaxed, and Yan Yan pulled it out of his pocket and took away the bag of drugs in his palm.

"why?"

Jiang stopped and raised it slightly, without answering.

Yan l reached out his mobile phone and pressed three numbers 1, 1, and 0 in front of his face, and his thumb moved over the dial button. He looked back at the last light of the door and couldn't see any expression on his face, but his voice seemed to freeze: "Last time, Jiang stopped. If you still don't have an answer, I will take you to Gongzhou tonight. "

"..." After a long silence, Jiangzhan said, "No reason, maybe because I'm taking drugs?"

After the solidification-like silence, suddenly Jiang Zhan swooped forward and was lifted up by Yan Leng's neckline, and then dragged outside the house.

This pheasant-like method made people unable to breathe, and even made no sound, struggled Zhongjiang to stop knowing how many things had been knocked over, and then kicked into the door frame, a small piece of cement and sand poured out his brain. Instead, he grabbed Yan's hand and tried to open it hard, but he couldn't shake the steel-like clamps. He was pushed forward violently, and nearly fell in a few steps.

"Ahem! ..."

Jiang Zhan covered his throat and could hardly breathe. There was a burst of flowers before his eyes, and he stood up straight after a while, hoarsely: "You ..."

Yan grabbed his chin, his handsome face full of anger, and when he was about to say something, he suddenly looked up and his face changed slightly: "Be careful!"

Before Jiang Zeng had time to respond, Yan was pushed behind him. In the chaos, he felt the strong wind cut against his ears, and turned back, only to see when the rooftop came up to other people!

The change came too fast, and the visual conditions were very poor when the night fell, and it was impossible to see what the person looked like. I saw Xue Liang's blade of light flash away. At this time, Yan's response was very quick, raising his hand and accurately holding the person's arm, followed by an elbow and pounding the opponent's shoulder socket severely!

嘭 ——

The attacker struck the elbow abruptly, and the dagger fell in response. Unexpectedly, he didn't even hum, lifted the knife tip before hitting the ground, kicked the dagger, and grabbed the handle with his backhand, and swung violently-Yan l leaned back, and the blade passed close to the bridge of his nose!

At that instant, Yan realized that the other party was extremely professional, and he did not turn back to Xiang Jiang and shouted, "——Go!"

Jiang paused.

The other side grabbed Yan Fei's legs, chopped his knife towards his knee, and was vacated by Yan as his chest kicked back. But his physical fitness was very strong, he just stabilized his body in just two steps, leaned down to avoid a hit back, and grabbed the sand and put his hand on the ground—

Yan l conditioned reflexes to block, but the dust got into the eyes, it was too late for a while.

Coming at the same time with the pain was that the thigh was cold and hot, and he knew it had been stabbed by the blade. However, when a person is very nervous, he can't feel the pain. Yan is very strong, and he doesn't even think about the danger of blood loss in the aorta.

The dagger hit the roof railing and fell downstairs.

The man snorted because the sword-holder's wrist was kicked, but the ending was cold and rising, but it was not ridiculed because of pain.

——Jin Yan heard the age, it should be a young man.

What is the identity of the other party?

What is the purpose of the ambush policeman?

The dust made Yan unable to see anything clearly, and in an instant he was grabbed by someone to turn his arms and turned like a beautiful over the shoulder. This man is definitely a master of fighting. Yan's height of nearly one meter nine has exhaled a hollow circle for him. However, in the moment of landing, Yan's consciousness of fighting for many years made him catch the opponent's back neck by feeling. ,boom! Two loud noises, they were knocked to the ground at the same time!

Almost immediately, the two scrambled in one place. Yan couldn't see anything at all, and he was punched several times. He felt that the other party searched quickly in each pocket of his body, and then touched from the back pocket Something went wrong.

——The bag of drugs!

The comer chuckled, holding Yan l's neck to lift him up, and hit the roof railings. The weight of more than 80 kilograms plus the impulse immediately made the railings make a dangerous and dangerous sound!

The power of a professional killer to pinch a human's throat is really not a joke, and other police officers are now glorious. Yan l grabbed each other's hand holding his throat and clenched his teeth to resist the severe pain in his eyes: "You ... is ... the one who killed Fan Zhengyuan ..."

Ajie didn't expect to be recognized, "Oh?" He said, "I didn't expect your policemen to come fast. You didn't have to die."

Yan l's arms were blue and violent. "I think the dying man ... **** you!"

All the actions took place in the blink of an eye, and suddenly a force came under Yan's feet, sweeping the ankle bones of the opponent, breaking the evenly confrontation. Ajie was about to fall, but Yan Yan couldn't see it, and she avoided her pursuit. A carp stood up and grabbed Yan l's shoulder.

"..." Ajie whispered, holding his shoulders against Yan, and throwing the whole man on the railing with a violent blow!

Creak

The moment the metal deformed, Yan had already twisted his opponent's shoulder and neck. As long as he exerted force, he could fall behind, throwing the professional killer volleyed downstairs. But in this time of less than a thousandth of a second, the iron railings that had been rusted and killed by wind and rain for many years were so unbearable that the weight of the two people was tilted out of the roof!

Speaking of time and time, Yan and Ajie slipped at the same time.

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

But before he took a step, the cold hard muzzle silently rested on his back.

A familiar voice with a smile, said softly in his ear, "Don't move." 2k novel reading network