The inspectors are not at ease, they are very uneasy. Quite uneasy, of course they have fat one by one, reason: who knows if these guys are full of food and suddenly want to play tricks to show their superior IQ? This is a thug with a gun in his hand, without any brains and background, even if you want to get a gun, is that possible? Of course not! Although I didn't see exactly what model the pistol was, it was definitely an authentic military pistol, and it was definitely not a low-quality counterfeit product made in a small workshop that made a private gun.

Since all possible and impossible reasons can't be said, then the only reason left to say the past is that the guys inside want to take advantage of the opportunity to escape.

Of course, it's not that there are no other reasons, at least they haven't thought that the reason why Zhang Lan and these people did this was just because they had enough of playing and didn't want to play, so that's it.

The problem is that no one thinks of such a simple reason, or no one wants to think about it at all: ridiculous! Nonsense! Slippery world! How is this possible? Thinking about it this way, it is more interesting to think about why sows can climb trees, and some sows can climb trees? Of course not, you don't even have to think about it, so of course there is no reason for this reason to exist.

After standing at the door of the health room, the mayor of the town said that he trembled and went back: he didn't dare to run out, although it was the distance of these few steps, but the speed and accuracy of Xiao Chenxi's shot gave him too shocking blows, and the mayor didn't think that he could withstand such an accurate shot. Although when Netcai came out by herself, she watched the beautiful little girl accept the gun, but with the speed of Netcai's shot, Mayor Tongshou didn't think it was his best choice. For the sake of their own lives. It's better to go back honestly.

At the same time, Li Jianping scolded his son who had caused such a big trouble in his heart, if this little rabbit cub was in front of him, Li Jianping didn't mind beating this son who had never poked a finger since he was a child: If it wasn't for this damn little rabbit cub to make trouble, how could he be so bad at all? Damn, as long as this incident is over, I'll break this little rabbit's leg when I go home! Lao Tzu would rather keep this little rabbit cub for the rest of his life than let this little rabbit continue to cause trouble for himself outside.

According to Li Jianping's orders, or Xiao Chenxi's orders, the policemen outside drove Li Mingming's director's special car: Santana in. There is no way, Zhang Lan's sports car is a single-row sports car, with only two seats. Only two people can be seated. But for the sake of his own safety, he can't help but take Li Mingliang and Li Jianping with him, otherwise who knows what these guys can do?

It wasn't until this time that the little policeman who sent the car in noticed the silver sports car parked in the yard, and couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded. A gunman drives such a beautiful sports car? Oh my God, the thieves are so awesome, so how will these policemen be mixed in the future?

When he inadvertently turned his head and saw Xiao Chenxi and Xiao Beibei, a big and a small, a superb beauty and a superb young tooth, this poor guy felt that his sky began to spin.

I kept spinning and was dizzy: It's still a gang?! God, you're not long-sighted! How did such a beautiful woman become a "gunman"?

Two cars, Zhang Lan took Xiao Beibei to drive the sports car he drove, and Xiao Chenxi took his two "hostages" to let Li Mingliang drive his special car in front of the road, I believe that with such an arrangement, these stupid policemen will not do anything stupid.

For such an arrangement, Li Mingliang and Li Jianping wanted to say that they did not agree, which was not a very good suggestion. But seeing that Xiao Chenxi's gun came out of nowhere again, it seemed to have a life in this girl's hand, and it turned flexibly, and the muzzle of the gun seemed to be facing his direction from time to time, and the two of them closed their mouths very wisely.

The policemen outside were very depressed, and when the brother who had just driven in said that there was a beautiful sports car parked inside, which he had never seen before, and that it should be worth at least a million, the policemen outside wanted to slap him in the mouth with the soles of his shoes:! How is this possible!

Of course, it would be even cooler if the steel-toed special operations boots kicked him hard and used the rough soles to run back and forth on this guy's face several times: Damn, I've seen arrogance, but I've never seen such arrogance, a gangster still arrogantly drives millions of sports cars? Is there any heavenly reason in these realms? You kid can't lie anymore, no wonder your kid hasn't been able to rise up after coming to the bureau for so long.

It's just unfortunate that the reality is always cruel when everyone watched Zhang Lan run behind Xiao Chenxi's Santana and slew. On the ground, he shouted and chirped and fell to the ground, and only three places jumped and jumped on the ground, and the shield kept stopping: "Xiaochuanzi!"

Is this still a gang of gunmen? Someone muttered in his heart: Is so rich and still doing such a thing to find death?

Maybe you caught a big fish this time? Maybe this guy is a thief from Jiang Yangfu who doesn't know how many cases he has done? There are also guys who don't know whether to live or die and think in their hearts: the money to buy this car is definitely not clean money.

Of course, no matter what these guys are thinking. There is no doubt about one thing, looking at the sports car driven by Zhang Hu that combines many contradictory adjectives such as beauty, arrogance, strength, elegance, domineering, etc., although he is unwilling to look at it, it has still become the focus of the eyes of these guys in front of him: as long as it is a man, there is no monster who is not attracted by the monster that looks like a speed looser, which is the instinctive pursuit of speed hidden in the genes of all male creatures, and has nothing to do with others.

It's not that no one thought of taking this opportunity to take this opportunity to kill these arrogant guys, they're already separated anyway, aren't they? Although this guy doesn't want to destroy the flowers with his hands, it is still no problem to kill a little white face, and anyone who looks at a beauty of Xiao Chenxi's level and Zhang Lan will not be happy in their hearts.

But just when this guy was hiding in a corner and aiming at Zhang Lan's head. A gunshot rang out, and the poor policeman only felt a strong force coming from the gun in his hand, and then the gun flew out involuntarily, and when the poor fellow picked up the gun and looked at it carefully."

The policeman immediately collapsed on the spot, and his head was drenched in cold sweat: the barrel above the trigger was embedded with this yellow bullet! The whole bullet went deep into the barrel, and the bullet pushed a small bulge into the other side of the gun. Obviously, there is no doubt that this gun is considered a scrap.

Looking at this gun that was broken from the middle, everyone gasped in unison, there was no way, who let it be a big summer? Even if you want to take a breath, you still feel as if you are standing naked in the ice and snow: it is obvious that the kid in the car deliberately left his hand behind, what if this kid is not aiming at the gun, but at the head of this unlucky and lucky guy? Further, what if you aim at your own head? That's not a good thing.

All of a sudden, everyone was thinking about the terrible consequences of this incident, and they even ignored the most basic question: when the net was shooting, Zhang Lan didn't even lower the window, where did the bullet come from?

Of course, no one will think that a car is messing around there.

"Why didn't you aim at his head just now?" For Zhang Lanwang, he didn't kill that guy. Bu Beibei was a little unhappy, "If you aim at his head, I will have a snack to eat."

Zhang Lan was speechless in a cold sweat. Although this guy has always admitted that he is not a good person. I'm a bastard enough, but I didn't realize until today that I was still far behind the little devil in front of me.

Those guys outside didn't know that they had walked around the ghost gate and came back, they should really be glad that they met Zhang Lan when he was there.

This time, although every policeman was terrified and touched the gun in the holster on his waist, none of them took the gun out, or rather, they did not have the courage.

Sure enough, it was Li Mingliang who drove the car and pulled the siren in front to open the way for Zhang Lan, and on the co-pilot seat sat Li Jianping, who didn't know what his fate was, and in the middle was Zhang Lan's sports car. Behind it was a line of police cars of all sorts, except that the cars were not arranged in the right way. In other respects, it is very much like the heavyweight leaders from above who came down to inspect the work.

When he received a call from the police below, Liu Ming, director of the county public security bureau, almost didn't bite off his tongue, and he suspected that his always sensitive ears had something wrong this time, and his head couldn't keep up with the rhythm of reaction for a while, and he wondered if he was out of touch with the criminals' criminal behavior: this damn gunman was going to come to the public security bureau in person. And you have to prepare the best tea for him? What does this bastard think of here? A superior hotel? Or a high-end tea house? Bastard! This is the Public Security Bureau! Is it the state's violent law enforcement agency, a place where you can come and go whenever you want? And offered to come to this place yourself?!

Well, no matter what you say, no matter how unreasonable it is, it happened.

Since it happened, there was no reason to dodge, Liu Ming had to risk being scolded by his top boss and tell his top boss that the guy who was obviously tired of life took the initiative to go to the public security bureau to "surrender himself" As for whether he surrendered or not, to be honest, after saying this, even he wanted to slap himself a few times, or use the soles of leather sandals on his feet.