How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

On the roof of the Cornflower Market, a young man wearing a black knitted hat slowly stood up straight from a half-bent state. The noon sun hit the bridge of his tall nose, and his slightly curly bangs fell on both sides of his cheeks.

He removed the long muzzle and removed the sniper rifle in his hand.

The mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang, the man frowned and answered the phone with a deep face.

"I thought my mission was over?"

Not knowing what to say on the other end of the phone, he narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and his dark green pupils flashed a hint of doubt.

"Aren't you undercover?"

His brows slowly stretched out, and the doubts in his eyes were still very strong.

"Mihua Hospital? I see."

He hung up the phone, reloaded the sniper rifle, adjusted the direction of his muzzle, and headed towards the Mihua Hospital not far from the Mihua Shopping Center.

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"Phew—it's finally over."

In the stairwell on the third floor, Matsuda Jinping was forced by his colleagues who came later to put on explosion-proof suits, and sweated profusely in the heavy clothes to defuse the last bomb.

The floor around them was a clutter of debris, a mess of pryed covers, unscrewed screws, and clipped wires.

Five people started working at the same time, making the small stairwell even more crowded.

Matsuda Jinping tried to stand up with his hands on the ground, but his right hand touched a mobile phone on the floor.

He picked up the phone and turned on the screen. The screen was showing that the call with "Matsuda Jinping" was in progress.

Matsuda was stunned at first, and then quickly remembered that he had not had time to hang up Xin Haikong after seeing the bomb.

So this is the new Haikong mobile phone? Where did the others go, and how did they leave their mobile phones in place?

The panic of hindsight grabbed his heart. Under what circumstances would a police officer on a mission leave his cell phone in place?

"Matsuda? Why are you standing there, the bomb is finished, let's go!" The colleague put his hand on Matsuda's shoulder, but was shocked by Matsuda's stiff body.

"What are you doing?"

Matsuda lowered his head, a ray of light flashed from his dark eyes, and whispered, "Xinhai—"

"what-!"

A harsh scream came from downstairs with a huge noise, perfectly covering Matsuda Jinhei's murmur. The five police officers in the stairwell looked at each other, dropped the bomb disposal tools that had not been fully collected, quickly broke free from the heavy explosion-proof suit, pulled out their guns and rushed downstairs.

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Lobby.

The panicked crowd fled wildly, and a large number of people tried to pour out of the hall, but there was only one door in the hall.

The glass door of the sensor switch seemed so tasteless at this time. The crowded people kept breaking through the defense line of the door, and the door that tried to close and failed repeatedly blocked the escape of some people.

If you carefully observe the direction of the crowd's escape, it is not difficult to find that they all seem to be radiating outward from a center, and this center is where Xin Haikong is at this time.

The icy barrel of the gun pressed against his chin, and Jin Tianyuan's rigid arms grabbed his shoulders tightly, pushing his knees against his knees and advancing step by step.

Xin Haikong did not say a word, and made an appearance of complete obedience and no resistance.

In fact, he really won't resist at all.

The prisoner had tried to use a detonator to threaten the police to let him go. Xinhai Kong knew that this threat was useless, not to mention that the prisoner himself was in this hospital, and he had already notified Matsuda and the others to defuse the bomb. By the time the prisoner got to the first floor, the bomb would have been dismantled long ago.

And the prisoner's face was clearly seen by the patients along the way when he was pursued by Xin Haikong, and it was impossible to get out.

The prisoner himself probably thought of this, and he always had the idea of ​​simply perishing.

There is no way, in order to let this guy go out alive, Xin Haikong can only go into battle in person and let this guy go out with himself as a hostage.

Unexpectedly, his face was surprisingly easy to use. All the police officers he met along the way were daring to be angry but didn't dare to move. The hand that drew the gun trembled slightly, but he never really stopped the prisoner's progress.

If this continues, there should be no more problems, although the prisoner will escape, but in the end, he will not die. As long as Jin Tianyuan does not die, he should not die.

"New sea and sky!"

The familiar shout came from the stairwell on the first floor, Xin Haikong was stunned for a moment, and the head that had just been lowered unconsciously was raised again by Jin Tian Yuanyi's icy gun barrel.

He looked at the entrance of the stairs, and Matsuda Jinping, sweating profusely and with black curly hair hanging down, emerged from the stairwell, followed by several policemen.

At almost the same time, the Mumu police department finally arrived at the scene with its subordinates, and with difficulty passed through the crowded crowd and entered the hospital hall in reverse.

Flanking from both sides.

Jin Tian Yuanyi's face darkened, his right hand wrapped around Xin Haikong's shoulder, his left hand stuck his neck, and threateningly pressed the gun against Xin Haikong's snow-white neck, the blunt muzzle slashed a red line on his neck mark.

"Don't come here! Come again and I'll shoot!"

Xin Haikong coughed twice, with a breathless look on his pale face.

"Okay, okay, we won't move. You calm down first." Matsuda Jinping was pulled back by an older colleague, who slowly backed away and put down the hand holding the gun.

"We don't move, how can you be willing to let go of the hostages in your hands?"

"Prepare me a helicopter and 60 million yen! Immediately!" Jintian Yuanyi's request is no longer the first to leave the hospital alive, his greed for wealth and the psychology of revenge against the police once again flooded my mind.

"Sixty million!" The policeman at the rear murmured in shock, and his high voice dropped suddenly after realizing it.

Xin Haikong's round eyes slanted back, his brows were furrowed, and he sighed helplessly in his heart.

Mud can't support the wall!

It could have been a direct request to hijack a car randomly at the scene and leave the hospital immediately. This is the most beneficial and safest way to do it.

He just thought he was invincible if he took hostages, but the longer he dragged on, the more time it would give the police to mobilize manpower.

If the police call in a sniper with excellent marksmanship, it is even possible to shoot the prisoner directly without harming the new sea and air.

In the money and helicopter prepared by the police, there are definitely bugs and locators at the same time.

Just looking for death.

Xin Haikong reluctantly adjusted his position, and raised the bridge of Jintian Yuanichi's nose, whose head like a sacrifice seemed to be hidden.

At the other end, Officer Mumu finally squeezed into the hospital with great difficulty.

"Is it 60 million yen? Yes, we will prepare immediately, and the helicopter will also be transferred immediately!" Mumu tried his best to slow down in a gentle and non-irritating way. Talk, "But both of these things need preparation time. Could you please give the police some time to prepare?"

"Hurry up! If you don't want this guy in my hand to die, hurry up!"

"Okay, okay!"

The police surrounding the scene consciously evacuated the onlookers, and the hall was gradually emptied, leaving only Jintian Yuanichi, who was holding Xin Haikong in the center, and the worried policemen around.

Matsuda Jinping's dark eyes stared at the prisoner and Xin Haikong in the middle, and regret almost occupied his entire mind.

Xin Haikong is just a trainee police officer, he has just graduated from the police academy, he has just entered the society, he has just picked up a gun, and now he is about to fall into such a dangerous situation.

And as Xin Haikong's senior, apart from having a "polite" contest with him, when the real danger came, he really didn't have the slightest way to help the other party.

When he disappeared inexplicably, he was not immediately alert. When he was held hostage by the most vicious gangsters, there was no way to rush up to save people, so he could only watch helplessly.

As time passed by, Jin Tian Yuanyi's face became more and more ugly.

Xin Haikong's heart also fell into anxiety. He began to reflect on whether it was the right choice for him to be held hostage by prisoners on the rooftop.

The Metropolitan Police Department's vague records only said that he found the bomb and caught the prisoner, but did not explain how the prisoner died.

And the angry prisoner on the Tokyo Tower just kept repeating that Jin Tian Yuanyi died because of his new sea and sky.

He originally thought that the other party meant that he caused the death of the other party in the process of chasing Jin Tian Yuanyi, and it was even possible that he fired the gun himself.

That's why he temporarily changed his plan on the rooftop and chose to let Jin Tian Yuanyi hold him hostage.

But the current situation gave him an ominous premonition that everything seemed to be heading in a direction that he could no longer control.

Finally, the sound of the helicopter landing broke the stalemate.

"Okay, the helicopter has arrived, and all 60 million yen is put on the helicopter."

The Mumu police department dispersed with the police who were originally surrounding the entrance of the hall, and gave Xin Haikong a positive look to appease the other party.

He is even more uneasy!

How are the police prepared? Why is it so hard to save this prisoner!

Xin Haikong was still pressed against his knees by the prisoner behind him, and walked slowly forward. He tried to raise his forehead during the difficult walking process, just to block the prisoner's nose.

Exhausted, really!

The prisoner was impatient and felt that Xin Haikong was blocking his vision, and the gun in his hand slammed into Xin Haikong's neck.

Mr. Dongguo and the wolf! Farmer and Snake! Lu Dongbin and the dog!

After feeling that someone was coming, the induction door slowly opened for a while, probably because the crowd had just made it a little out of order.

Jin Tianyuan stuck Xin Haikong's neck tightly and dragged him to the helicopter.

"Wait! Are you still not letting go of the hostages in your hands?"

Mu Mu asked aloud.

At this time, more than half of Jin Tianyuan's body was already in the helicopter, and he started the helicopter with one hand, and only one hand was still holding the gun against Xin Haikong's head.

Hearing this, the other party grinned, stretched out his foot and kicked Xin Haikong, who was leaning against the helicopter with his back to the crowd, to the ground. At the same time, his upturned thumb opened the safety bolt of the gun and aimed at Xin Haikong's heart.

"boom-"