Mysterious Recovery

Outskirts of Dachang City.

A helicopter went far away.

This is a special plane called Wang Xiaoming.

But today Wang Xiaoming's mood is very bad, as bad as ever, because his brother, Wang Xiaoqiang, is dead.

Watching his ineffective brother was shot to death by Yang Jian, the feeling at the time made him both angry and powerless.

"Why didn't you ask me for help earlier? Why didn't you listen to me in the first place? Isn't it good for you to be a rich second generation? It’s wrong, how do you let me save you, how do you save you..."

Sitting in the helicopter, Wang Xiaoming squeezed his fist tightly. Although he tried his best to suppress his emotions, the death of his relatives still made him grief and indignation.

But he did not choose to retaliate against Yang Jian.

Because Wang Xiaoming knew that he could not kill an Interpol just because his brother was a criminal.

If he does this, it will only cause greater losses.

The death of his younger brother Wang Xiaoqiang will only make Dachang City better in the future.

Responsibility, rationality and family feelings collide, and Wang Xiaoming's heart is extremely painful.

The commissioner accompanying on the helicopter was afraid to speak at the moment.

They know that Professor Wang is in a very bad mood now, so don't disturb him at this time.

"Professor, there seems to be something wrong with the outside situation."

At this moment, the observer on the co-pilot suddenly said: "Look at the sky outside. It is getting darker. It's only less than four o'clock in the afternoon. This time in Dachang City is summer. It should be when the sun is very strong. This should happen."

When Wang Xiaoming heard this, he raised his head and glanced out the window.

Through the transparent glass window, he could clearly see that the sky outside gradually became dim.

This kind of dimness is not the kind of dimness after dark, but like a kind of haze covering the entire city, the haze seems to be a strange blue-black, like a bruise on a corpse after many days of death, with a kind of The cold and weird breath.

And as the helicopter moved further forward, the distance from Dachang City did not become farther. The helicopter seemed to be spinning around in place, and it never flew out of this area.

"Is it foggy?" the **** asked questioningly.

"This is not a fog, it is a supernatural event... Don't fly forward. You can't fly out anymore. Just return to Dachang City and contact the headquarters to report the situation," Wang Xiaoming said, "Where is my phone?"

"it's here."

The accompanying person hurriedly took out a golden satellite positioning mobile phone.

Wang Xiaoming immediately dialed the number: "There is a situation in Dachang City, Li Jun, you have to come over and bring the ghost candle."

"Okay, I will act at once."

There was a calm voice over the phone.

"Professor Wang, the minister's special plane is connected." The correspondent said.

Wang Xiaoming answered the phone again: "Minister, it's me, Wang Xiaoming."

"Professor Wang, are you still in Dachang City now?"

The voice of the Minister of Interpol's Asian Division came over the phone.

"Well, it's still in the area of ​​Dachang City. I personally infer that it is a large-scale spooky incident. Now the helicopter has been involved and cannot fly out of Dachang City. I suggest you isolate the entire city immediately. I let Li Jun go there. I rushed here, I hope it's just a false alarm, otherwise, I'm very likely to die here." Wang Xiaoming said.

"Okay, I understand, I will arrange it right away." The minister said.

At the moment the conference room.

Hearing this kind of communication, everyone's heart sank suddenly.

"Damn it, why did Professor Wang get involved? Isn't that making the situation worse?"

"We must find a way to rescue Professor Wang, he is more important than a city."

"at all costs."

Various sounds came from the conference room.

But the opinions are unified, that is, Professor Wang must be rescued.

And now Dachang City.

Yang Jian was sitting in the taxi on the way back to the Xiaoqiang Club.

"It's not an illusion, the sky outside is getting more and more wrong."

He frowned when he looked at the sky outside the car window.

A black and cyan breath covered the sky like haze, and the light of the entire city began to dim quickly.

There seemed to be a cold, strange smell in the air.

This feeling...just like facing a supernatural event.

"Brother driver, can you drive faster? I am in a hurry to go back." Yang Jian retracted his gaze and said immediately.

The taxi driver said, "No, no, there are traffic police at several intersections ahead. If I accidentally speed, I will be arrested immediately."

"In that case, let me drive it." Yang Jian said: "I will be responsible if something happens then."

"You? Not even better. Last time I handed the steering wheel to a young man of your age. As a result, the boy hit two hundred yards and almost flew to the sky side by side with the sun." The driver's brother said; "The young people are too shaky now, little brother, don't worry, that is, things that take more than ten or twenty minutes will not affect them."

Yang Jian said, "I'm a criminal policeman. I'm really in a hurry. Can I save you face? This is my certificate."

He showed the certificate to the driver's brother.

"I haven't seen the police card. I don't know how many times I have seen it. It's not like you. You are a fake card. It's illegal. Don't come out and play casually in the future." The driver's brother kindly reminded.

Yang Jian took a pistol on the certificate: "This is not fake, right?"

"Model, fifteen dollars, I bought it." The driver's brother said.

"..." Yang Jian was speechless for a while.

If it weren't for something outside, why should he talk so much nonsense.

"Bang~!"

The next moment, a gunshot blasted in his ears, and the driver's eldest brother almost jumped up.

"I don't have time to explain. Drive quickly. I won't deduct you points and fine you, as long as there is no car accident." Yang Jian took the pistol back from the window.

"Damn, what a guy? Brother, you're a criminal policeman, sorry, you just offended you." The driver's brother said.

"Brother Interpol, you must be chasing some criminal in such a hurry. My old Wang has driven the car for 20 years. It's finally time to play today. You are firmly seated. Today, let you see what a car **** in Dachang City is." The driver's eldest brother smiled excitedly at the corner of his mouth.

Then step on the clutch, enter gear, step on the accelerator, and then step on the clutch to enter gear.

The whole process was completed in one go, with extremely skilled hands and feet, and instantly reached the seventh gear. The speed reached more than a hundred yards in the shortest time, and it was still rising.

The rapid increase in speed brings a strong feeling of pushing back, and it feels like the whole person is about to fly out.

"Can the taxi speed reach this level?" Yang Jian asked in surprise.

Lao Wang grinned and said; "Twenty years of private money, where do you think I spent it? On the surface, this is a taxi. In fact, it has the performance of a racing car. It’s hard to get by, I have installed the nitrogen acceleration system. I dare say that no car in Dachang City can exceed the speed of me~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I heard other taxi drivers said that there was a supercar on this section of the road before. One second breaks a hundred. I watched the video taken by my friend, and the performance of that car is nothing more than that."

"Although the supercar speed is very fast, but the front of the car is very heavy. I admit that I can't catch up when driving in a straight line. However, when I hit a curve, I must lightly press the brakes and push my head into the corner. He must be thrown into the air and overturned. Unless he can overcome this problem, he will not be able to beat my taxi."

"You're right, he finally overturned, the car crashed and the car was killed, and I just came over from there to handle that case." Yang Jian said: "You can't overturn the car, right?"

Overturned?

"Brother Criminal Police, what are you kidding me? I am a car god. I drove for half my life and never overturned. When I was young, I competed with the world's heroes. Peak, never dropped."

While talking, Lao Wang stepped on the gas pedal to the end, raising his speed to the limit.

"How? Do you feel horrible, take a breath?"

Yang Jian said; "It's okay, it's still more than a star and a half worse than mine."

"It seems that I have to show my real skills. If I see the curve ahead, I will show you what it means to drift into a curve." Old Wang said.

"Stop it, I feel your car is a bit floaty, it's crunching, is it about to turn over?"

"That's just ordinary fetal noise, it's okay, you believe me once." Old Wang said.

"..."

Yang Jian felt that the old driver simply wanted to drift, and he would not go there at all on the way back. I want to talk about "Mystical Recovery" with more like-minded people. WeChat pays attention to "Excellent Literature", read novels, talk about life, and find friends~