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Time goes back to the night of July 9, at Zhuang Xie’s home.

On the chair was Zhuang Xie, who was tightly tied with a police restraint belt.

"Are we finally going to get down to business? I am attacking a police officer, right? Officer Wu."

Wu Yuhe forced an ugly smile on his lips and approached Zhuang Xie step by step with the knife in hand.

Zhuang Xie's eyes were fixed on the tip of the knife, and there was not much panic on his face. It was obvious that the moment had come when the knife was gone, and there was no need for him to continue to pretend to be frightened.

When Wu Yuhe faced Zhuang Xie's slightly sarcastic question, without saying a word, he directly held the dagger behind his back and stabbed it hard towards the head of Zhuang Xie who was tied to the chair!!

...

"Tick tock, tick tock..."

A few drops of blood fell to the ground.

The blood belongs to Wu Yuhe.

His hand holding the knife was tightly held by another hand with slender white fingers, and the tip of the knife was only a few centimeters away from Zhuang Xie's eyes.

After wrestling with Zhuang Xie, his muscles tightened and exerted force. From the wound he had just made, blood gurgled down his forearm and dripped on the ground.

Wu Yuhe glanced at the police restraint belt that was discarded on the ground with his peripheral vision. Rather than surprise, Wu Yuhe's eyes revealed a hint of "sure enough".

You know, the second before he stepped forward, Zhuang Xie was still tightly bound to the chair by this restraint belt, and in the short second when Wu Yuhe stepped forward and stabbed Zhuang Xie hard with the knife, the other party

But he broke away with a method and speed that he couldn't understand.

Zhuang Xie, who was sitting on the chair, stood up slowly, as if the attack from the opposite side was like a breeze blowing on his face. With that relaxed and carefree posture, it seemed more like he was supporting Wu Yuhe than he was wrestling with him.

Hold each other.

Zhuang Xie's palm gently grasped and twisted, and Wu Yuhe's clamped wrist on the opposite side felt numb. The knife in his hand suddenly couldn't be held and fell to the ground with a "clang".

The offensive and defensive momentum was instantly reversed.

But Wu Yuhe is not a gas-efficient lamp. The confiscation of his weapons did not reduce his aggressiveness. In his opinion, although Zhuang Xie, who was standing close to him, was unexpectedly strong, his chest was obviously wide open.

, the close fight played into his own hands. Instead of retreating, he moved forward. He took advantage of the situation and took the caught hand inward, shrugged sideways, took half a step forward, and then leaned hard into Zhuang Xie's arms!!!

Astonishingly, it is a military mixed martial arts style that incorporates the style of Baji Tieshankuo!

This almost face-to-face distance, coupled with the fact that Zhuang Xie's body midline seemed to him almost full of flaws at this time, Wu Yuhe was almost certain that as long as this support was reliable, according to the physique of an average adult man, he would be able to take it hard

This time it was hard...

Um???

Just when Wu Yuhe thought he was sure of it, he never thought about it!

Just like when an ordinary person quickly goes down the stairs but misses the mark, the dislocation feeling is like a punch hitting cotton, which makes him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Wu Yuhe took a closer look, but Zhuang Xie on the opposite side did not take a step back. Only then did he realize that his limbs had been entangled by some weird black "ropes" at some point.

His previous set of operations was as fierce as a tiger's. Those black "ropes" that silently entangled his limbs and were still spreading quietly seemed to have no effort at all, but they perfectly offset the force of his attack.

Er Jing, what he thought was a sudden advance just now, was actually pulled back silently by those "ropes".

This strange situation made him break into a cold sweat. With such a ghost-like method, was the Zhuang Xie in front of him a human or a ghost?

Before Wu Yuhe had time to think about it, he felt a strong force coming from under his feet. He stood up from the ground and was hung upside down by those thin "black ropes".

...

After a while, the two people in the room reversed their situation. Wu Yuhe could even notice that the stool under his butt was still warm. Zhuang Xie took the switch knife and weighed it in his hand, then casually threw it on the table.

The police restraint belt on the ground was returned to its original owner, but the way it was returned was a little special. It was returned to Wu Yuhe in the same way it was used...

What Zhuang Xie was holding at this time was a pistol that Wu Yuhe had never taken out until now.

Under Wu Yuhe's twitching gaze, he clumsily studied this classic gun, the 05 revolver known as the "Gun of Kindness".

To be honest, the power of this sidearm is ridiculously low.

In the early years, there was a joke:

——It was said that there were three buddies from the special service, criminal investigation, and police station who had a good relationship, but they all felt too much pressure and met to commit suicide.

The secret service guy pulled out a 92 from his waist and shot him in the temple. He had already been sent to the funeral home.

The criminal investigation buddy took out a 77-mm cannon under his arm, shot himself in the temple, and sent him to the hospital. The doctor said that there was a high chance that the rescue would be successful.

Finally, the brother from the police station looked at the revolver in his hand and felt it was inconvenient to press the trigger against his temple, so he pulled the trigger between his eyebrows. As a result, he woke up the next morning and was put into solitary confinement by the director. He is currently writing

examine.

Of course, the joke is a joke, but the power of this gun can also be seen from the ridicule. In real cases, there are even fierce records of gangsters being shot several times and still running around.

However, for an area like Gangnam District, which has one of the strongest gun bans in the entire league, guns are more deterrent than lethal to ordinary people.

"We should have a good talk now, Officer Wu. Is this how you play the game?"

Zhuang Xie shifted his gaze from the revolver in his hand to Wu Yuhe.

To be honest, Zhuang Xie was a little confused at this time. He didn't want to understand what was wrong with him.

At this time, Wu Yuhe had a trace of anger and confusion on his face.

"Zhuang Xie, who are you?"

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Xie frowned slightly.

"Starburst?"

Wu Yuhe took a deep breath and seemed to be planning his words, "Zhuang Xie! I don't know who you are, but there is no way to fight against the alliance and the district government..."

"Let's play games!"

Zhuang Xie continued to say these words without any reason.

Wu Yuhe's face changed from confusion to confusion, and slowly he seemed to remember something...

"Are you... that... that bum?!!"

Zhuang Xie's eyes narrowed, and looking at Wu Yuhe's expression that didn't seem to be fake, he seemed to understand that the so-called Xingmang's true identity was Wu Yuhe, might be a complete lie.

There are seven people in a group, except for Zhu Chaoyang who suffered a terrible disaster and received a lunch box at the beginning, the one who hides the most deeply is probably not Huang Mao, but Xing Mang, whose identity was "exposed" from the beginning.

Come play games!”

Zhuang Xie continued to say these words without any reason.

Wu Yuhe's face changed from confusion to confusion, and slowly he seemed to remember something...

"Are you... that... that bum?!!"

Zhuang Xie's eyes narrowed, and looking at Wu Yuhe's expression that didn't seem to be fake, he seemed to understand that the so-called Xingmang's true identity was Wu Yuhe, might be a complete lie.

"Zi La~"

A black vehicle roared past on the road. It didn't slow down much at the turning corner and drifted around the corner, leaving light tire marks on the ground.

Wu Yuhe looked solemn in the driver's seat, his brows almost furrowed.

"Dad...what's wrong with you?"

A soft voice came from the co-pilot, it was Wu Yuhe's little daughter.

Wu Yuhe's frown relaxed slightly. Knowing that he might have scared his daughter, he couldn't help but wake up. He controlled the speed of the car at the maximum speed limit, turned his head slightly to look at his daughter, and tried his best to smile, "Dad, everything is okay.

Dad will take my daughter to see her mother now."

After hearing these words, the little girl's originally slightly frowning face relaxed and her brows lit up with joy. Her buttocks bounced and writhed restlessly, obviously extremely happy.

"Really! Yes, yes! Dad, please hurry up!"

"Okay, then sit still and don't jump around!"

After comforting his young daughter, Wu Yuhe focused on driving again. His expression was no longer as ferocious as it was at the beginning, but the tangled anxiety in his heart had not diminished at all.

He held the steering wheel with his right hand and pressed his left hand unconsciously in his pocket.