"Understood." The other party replied. Yang Mingyun smoked a cigarette while watching the movement around him. A minute later, the other party reported: "It's the Yongbao News Agency in the third coat of No. 12 Baishan Dafu near No. 20 in the fifth district of Xincheng." However, the company's business is not clear. ”

"No. 20, District 5, New Town? Is it near the No. 5 tram stop in Changsheng Hutong? ”

"Yes."

"I just had a small fight at Gloria. Did they report the incident to the police? ”

"Oh? Is there such a thing? At present, the police have not received a call to the police, nor have they received a report form. The man in the library replied.

The Shimbashi Baishan Building is a total of five floors high, and its appearance is very shabby, not the kind of company building with guards at the gate.

Yang Mingyun stopped the "Night Qi" car in an ordinary parking lot not far from the building, and Yang Mingyun walked towards the Baishan Building. On the way, Yang Mingjun asked the elderly man in a cigarette shop about Yongbao's communication. Didn't ask for anything famous. I asked the guy at a noodle shop again, and the guy just shook his head.

As soon as you enter the main entrance of the Baishan Building, the dirty walls of Yang Mingyun's foyer are hung with the signboards of the companies that rent the building. Yongbao News Agency is on the fourth floor.

There is no elevator in the building. Yang Mingyun walked slowly up the steep cement staircase. It's a little dark all around. Coming to the fourth floor, Yang Mingjun rang the doorbell of Yongbao News Agency. The door is not a glass door, it is a steel door. On the steel door, the inside of the small peep window is tightly covered by curtains.

Yang Mingyun rang the doorbell for a long time, but no one answered. So Yang Mingyun deliberately put down his footsteps and walked down to the third floor.

Yang Mingyun turned his head suddenly, and the curtains of the peeping window were still unmoving. Yang Mingyun stood quietly on the third floor for a while, then took off his leather shoes and carried them on his left hand, and quietly returned to the fourth floor. The curtains of the peeping window still did not move.

He took out two hooked wires from the inside pocket of the collar of his suit and stabbed them into the keyhole of the bullet door lock.

In less than twenty seconds, a "click" was heard, and the lock was opened. Yang Mingyun quietly pushed open the door and walked in. The room was filled with the smell of Turkish tobacco. There were no bullets or fists to greet him. As soon as Yang Mingyun entered the house, he closed the door and pressed the button on the doorknob to lock the door.

The room is about 40 square meters in size. Not a single figure was to be seen. There was only one desk with a telephone and ashtray on it. There was still a thin wisp of green smoke drifting in the ashtray. On the left and in front of you are the windows with shutters lowered. There is a glass door on the right, which looks like a toilet. On the other side of the right, against the wall is a large filing cabinet.

Yang Mingyun took out the cigarette holder used to fire the fast-acting poison needle from his pocket, pinched the two ends and pulled it, and opened the safe. Then he put the cigarette holder in his mouth, took a deep breath, pulled open the carved glass door, and squatted at the same time.

Sure enough, it was a toilet, and there was a Western-style toilet in it, and no one hid it. Yang Mingyun smiled bitterly, took the cigarette holder, then shortened the cigarette holder and closed the safety and put it back in his pocket.

Walking out of the toilet and coming to the desk to open the drawer, Yang Mingjun began to check the contents inside, but there was nothing inside.

Yang Mingjun walked over to the filing cabinet near the front window, which was locked.

Yang Mingjun used the wire to open the lock on the cabinet. When the lock opened with a crunch, there was a faint hissing sound from the ceiling.

It's like a gas spewing out. Yang Mingyun banged on the cabinet door and looked up to find the place where the noise came from the ceiling.

The sound came from the fluorescent lights embedded in the ceiling and gradually intensified.

Yang Mingjun turned his gaze to the cabinet, which was also empty. Suddenly, Yang Mingyun smelled an ominous smell. He quickly held his breath, Yang Mingjun knew that this ominous smell was very similar to the smell of bitter almond poison gas.

A chill suddenly appeared on Yang Mingyun's spine, and he hurriedly rushed to the door to hold his hand and twisted it, but who knew that the handle didn't move at all. If it is an ordinary lock, as long as you turn the handle, the button will automatically jump out, and the door will open automatically.

However, this time even the handle itself could not be turned. Yang Mingyun held his breath and used all his strength, holding the handle and twisting it vigorously.

The muscles of the suit he wore burst through the seams on the shoulders, and the bruises on his face and neck swelled to a red brick color, like the face of a demon.

I only heard the sound of "click", and the cast iron handle was broken into many small pieces and left in Yang Mingyun's hands. Yang Mingyun sat down on the ground, and the room shook with a clatter. He quickly stood up, retreated to his desk, and slammed his left shoulder against the door.

The violent impact sent a scream from the flesh of the left shoulder.

Yang Mingyun was bounced away all of a sudden, fell to the sky, and the back of his head hit the table, almost inhaling poisonous gas. My lungs were very uncomfortable from the long breath holding and vigorous exercise, and my head began to feel a little dizzy.

Yang Mingyun hurriedly ran to the window and rolled up the shutters of the upper window.

The window was made of a single piece of glass and was thick. Yang Mingjun had no choice but to give up the plan to open the window. Grabbed the chair next to the desk and slammed it against the glass window. The chair was smashed to pieces.

Yang Mingyun couldn't help but be stunned. Not only is the glass window not broken, but even a crack does not appear, it must be tempered bulletproof glass.

Due to the poisonous gas, Yang Mingyun was not only uncomfortable. Slight paralysis of the brain. My eyes hurt too. Even more painful is the need to overcome unbearable horror.

Yang Mingjun ran into the toilet. At this time, the air that was holding back had been exhaled little by little, and the lungs were empty.

Yang Mingyun opened the door of the toilet room with a long crack, got in and quickly closed the door. Stand on the Western-style toilet and stand on tiptoe. Suck up the air from near the ceiling.

The gas hadn't reached yet, and the deep breath relieved his aching lungs.

Yang Mingyun came out of the toilet, took out a pocket knife, and pulled up the blade used to press the bone. With a knife in his left hand and an iron ashtray on his desk in his right hand, he emptied the cigarette butts and ashes from it.

Yang Mingyun held his breath. Use a hunting knife to cut the carpet near the lower end of the steel door. I grew on the exposed concrete floor, and chiseled it with a hunting knife and an ashtray as a hammer.

The concrete floor was constantly being turned up, and soon a small hole appeared under the door.

When the hole was dug up, Yang Mingyun's lungs began to feel uncomfortable again. He put away his hunting knife and took out his lighter.

Unscrew the lid of the lighter. In this way, the safety pin of the lighter grenade is pulled off.

Yang Mingyun put the unscrewed lid into his pocket, lit the lighter, and turned the adjustment ring to adjust the flame to the maximum.

At this point, just throw the grenade at a hard object and it will explode. Even if the grenade is not impacted, it will explode after ten seconds.

Yang Mingyun made the flame of the lighter face outwards and stuffed the lighter into the hole under the door. Quickly run back to the toilet compartment in the toilet and exhale air slowly.

In fact, only a few seconds had passed, but it made him feel as if hours had passed. Yang Mingyun could hold his breath for four and a half minutes at a depth of ten meters, but at this time, his face and body were already covered with sweat.

There was a loud "boom", which almost broke Yang Mingyun's ears. The shock wave and air wave shattered the glass on the toilet door. The outside of the toilet door is covered with countless pieces of broken glass.

The whole building was shaken.

Yang Mingyun held a cigarette case that doubled as a special gun, opened the door, and ran out through the whirlpool room with gunpowder smoke and hot air. The steel door was blown out of the air, falling halfway up the stairs and twisting into shape. There was no one outside the house.

Yang Mingyun ran down the stairs and went down to the second floor through the third floor before he took a big gulp of air with a gurgling throat.

A man in his fifties ran up from downstairs. His face was colorless, and when he saw Yang Mingyun who was panting, he shouted: "What's the matter?" ”

"Something exploded in the office on the fourth floor. Nearly blew me up. You have to call the police immediately, and you don't go near the scene. ”

"That's incredible! You come with me. With that, the man turned and walked downstairs. On the second floor, two doors were open, and some people from other companies looked out with pale faces, as if they were frightened by the explosion just now, and could not even speak.

The man entered the management room at the end of the corridor on the first floor. Yang Mingyun, who followed in, pinned the automatic lock on the door.

The manager was picking up the phone with trembling hands. was lightly slashed in the neck by Yang Mingyun, and he immediately fainted. Yang Mingjun picked up the microphone and put it back on the telephone.

Yang Mingyun opened the window inside and saw that opposite was the windowless wall of a street factory, and a one-meter-wide alley was sandwiched in the middle.

From the inside of the wall came the roar of a loud motor and the noisy crash of a punch. Even if the manager makes a little noise, the people in the street factory will not notice.

As long as the windows are open, there is no need to worry about poison gas coming down from the fourth floor. Yang Mingjun put away the cigarette box pistol and took out a pocket hunting knife. The knife used to saw the bones as a chisel had been completely curled, and Yang Mingyun pulled up the blade that was as sharp as a shaving knife for peeling.

Yang Mingyun erected the dining table in front of the window like a screen, so that even if someone passed through the alley, they would not see the situation in the house. He searched the manager's pocket and knew from his driver's license that the man's name was Xu Yue.

Yang Mingyun brought a large jar of cold water from the kitchen and splashed it on Xu Yue's face, and the water poured into his open mouth.

It seemed that he choked into his lungs, Xu Yue woke up while coughing violently, and wanted to run away when he got up.

Yang Mingyun hugged Xu Yue from behind with his left hand, and with the knife in his right hand, he used the tip of the knife to gesture back and forth between his eyebrows, Xu Yue's two eyes also squeezed into the center of his eyebrows and became cross-eyed, and his mouth was open, as if he was about to shout.

"Don't shout! Otherwise, cut your neck丨" Yang Mingyun put the blade against Xu Yue's throat.

"You, who are you? ......" Xu Yue groaned, salivating at the corners of his mouth.

"I can't tell you my name. All I can tell you is that I was the one who came to that office and almost died. ”

"Spare your life! I have nothing to do with it! ”

"Answer my questions honestly, lest your flesh suffer! Are you the owner of this building? Yang Mingyun asked in a low voice.

"Nope! No! I'm just a manager. The general manager is my cousin, and he took me in three years ago when I failed to set up a company and was desperate. ”

"Name and address of the general manager?"

"Xu Chunming. He lives at No. 11 Baobao Hutong......" Xu Yue said, citing a house number near Baishan Park.

"What is the Yongbao News Agency that rented that office for? Who are the staff? When did you rent it to them? ”

"They moved in two years ago, the manager's name is Wu Yongbao, but I don't know if it's not my real name, as long as the rent is paid on time, we never ask the identity of the guest...... There are three staff members, and although they are called news agencies, the details of their work are not clear. However, they often work late at night, and there are many foreigners among the guests. ”

"Oh? So, what is the appearance of Wu Yongbao? ”

"About forty years old, dark-skinned, a bit like a descendant of Hawaiian immigrants."

"That room has been remodeled, did you allow it?"

"Remodeled?"

"For example, the windows were replaced with bulletproof glass; The ceiling is equipped with poison gas sprinklers, which appear to be automatically locked, but as long as they are locked on the outside, they cannot be opened. Can these things be done without your permission? ”

"When you say that, I remember. As soon as the news agency rented a room, it immediately ......" Xu Yue was about to say when the roar of a police car was heard from a distance. Xu Yue immediately closed his mouth, and suddenly, there was a burst of gunfire in the Ben Hall outside the window, and Yang Mingyun reflexively rolled to the floor.

The tabletop, which was used as a screen, was pierced by bullets like a layer of tissue paper. A bullet slashed away the dazed Xu Yue's skull and then changed direction and shot into the ceiling.

Xu Yue screamed miserably, and his body straightened. Gunshots roared incessantly. Yang Mingjun rolled behind the refrigerator and judged that the gunfire was from a pistol using 11.17mm high-speed bullets.

Xu Yue, who straightened up, became an excellent bait for bullets, and the back of his head was cut off in half by a bullet, and several more bullets pierced his abdomen and chest from behind, and his internal organs flowed out.

Xu Yue fell to the ground with a "plop". The part of the skull that flew to the corner of the room was still rolling on the ground with scalp and hair. The impact of the warhead wiped out the brain, and the inside of the half-pulled skull on Xu Yue's shoulder became an empty bowl.

Yang Mingyun hid behind the safe, gritting his teeth in anger. The table blocking the window was a barrier, and the cigarette box-type pistol had little penetration and did not work. The roar of police cars was closer, and listening to the sound, at least five came. At this time, Yang Mingyun faintly heard the footsteps of someone in the alley running to the left sidewalk. So he carefully bent his knees and slowly approached the window.

The footsteps were a snare, and another man was lying in ambush outside the window with a gun. Yang Mingyun was ready to throw the hunting knife in his hand at any time.

Yang Mingyun squatted beside the table that had been drilled by the bullets, that is, the window, and listened intently. No one could be heard outside the window. Yang Mingyun quickly stood up. Scattered in the narrow opening were empty bullet casings, and sure enough, they were 11.17 mm bullet casings. Yang Mingyun stuck his head out of the window and saw that the raider had long since disappeared. The police car honked its siren and had arrived nearby, Yang Mingjun quickly put away his hunting knife and jumped into the alley. He covered a handkerchief with a bullet casing and picked it up while checking his clothes.

Xu Yue's blood fortunately did not splash on his shirt. The blood stains on the suit are dark and you can't see them if you don't pay attention.

Yang Mingyun wrapped the picked up bullet casings with a handkerchief, put them in his pocket, and walked into a small road on the right. No one on the trail came out to see the excitement, probably frightened by the sound of gunfire.

Yang Mingyun swaggered onto the front street. At this time, three police cars drove up quickly. Suddenly stopped, and the police jumped out of the car.

Yang Mingyun beckoned to the policemen and said, "Officer." There was a deafening explosion coming from this building, so go and see it! ”

Several police officers pressed pistols on their waists and rushed into the White Hill building. Yang Mingjun walked in the direction of the parking lot.

Coming to the paid parking lot a few hundred meters away from the Baishan Building, Yang Mingyun got into his "Night Qi" car. As soon as the engine started, it started immediately, and when it drove onto the main road, several police cars with sirens whistling from far and near flew from far and near, flashing past Yang Mingyun's car.

Yang Mingyun was in a hurry to rush back to the headquarters of FJS. He needed to replenish some weapons and deliver the picked cartridge casings for identification.

Yang Mingyun drove the car so fast that ordinary cars didn't even want to follow behind. When the car encountered a red light, it did not stop, and immediately came to a left turn, drove 100 meters and then forced to turn right. If there is a car following behind, he can see it at a glance. "Night Qi" drives up the big bend of the ring road of the overpass. Suddenly from the left, suddenly from the right, forcibly overtaking all vehicles.

Suddenly, a violent impact came down the steering wheel, almost breaking his wrist. The front of the car swung to the right, the rear of the car swung quickly to the left, and the car spun!

Yang Mingyun hurriedly stepped on the accelerator, slammed the steering wheel in the opposite direction with all his strength, and stopped the body spinning at the last moment. "Night Kir" circled the right ring road of the overpass, and the tires screamed with blue smoke.

When "Yeqi" rushed through the corner and entered a straight line, Yang Mingyun pulled the hand brake lever hard, but the small brakes used when parking did not have the power to reduce the speed of the car.

At the front of the road, a large group of leading cars occupy the road, and a crash is imminent!

The body of the car suddenly shook again, and Yang Mingyun's chest almost hit the upper plate.

The Night Kirk spun rapidly to the right, and the surrounding scenery spun with it. After two turns, the car finally stopped.

Thankfully, it didn't hit other cars and bridge piers on the highway. Yang Mingjun put the gear lever plate to the neutral position, cursed incessantly, and tried to restart the car. I can't start it. Yang Mingjun let go of the hand brake, and jumped out of the car in the surprised eyes of the driver who stopped behind him.

On the whirling pavement of the car, black whirring oil was scattered all over the ground. Yang Mingyun saw the two bullet marks through the body of the car, sneered, and bent down to hide on the left side of the car.

(To be continued)