Solving the case: The opening scene solved a major shooting case, and the boss Ji Jie

As soon as the two landed, the van crashed into the north wall like a mad bull. At the same time, a violent explosion sounded!

Boom!

The violent explosion caused the entire ground to shake violently. For a moment, glass fragments, bricks and stone chips flew everywhere!

With the factory building as the center, the violent shock wave began to radiate in all directions, and the buildings near the factory building were smashed by the shock wave one after another.

In the explosion, the entire factory building collapsed, like a tiger shot in the heart by a hunter, slowly falling down.

The van that hit the wall had long been blown into an iron shell and began to burn in the broken walls.

The smoke was filled, and a mushroom cloud rose from the ruined factory building. The whole city seemed to be doomsday.

At the moment the explosion sounded, Song An applied"super bullet avoidance" to himself, and then rushed towards Wu Jiaqi without thinking.

After a brief tinnitus, Song An felt a large amount of broken stone and glass burst through his back. I don't know what flew in the air and hit his back. I almost vomited blood.

"Song An, Song An, wake up—"

Song An heard the crying of children, the shouting of the elderly, and the sounds of ambulances, fire trucks, and police cars on the street.

People’s peaceful lives were disrupted by the violent explosion. The police and doctors responsible for maintaining order were rushing to the scene.

Song An was lying in Wu Jiaqi’s arms. After opening his eyes, he saw Wu Jiaqi’s nervous expression and forced a smile,"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I thought you were dead." Wu Jiaqi burst into tears,"Song An, why are you so stupid? Every time something happens, you know how to protect me. What if you were killed in the explosion? What would you let me do?"

"It's okay, we are blessed and will not die."

Song An reached out to help Wu Jiaqi wipe away her tears. His hands were covered with dust and soot. He wiped Wu Jiaqi's face with his hand, and a black and gray mark immediately appeared on Wu Jiaqi's face.

The alarm sounded, and a number of police cars and fire trucks drove into the factory. Countless people broke into the factory building that was still on fire.

"Captain Song, are you in there?"

"Brother Song, don't scare me."

The voices of the special case team members rang out.

Many of them were crying. With such a horrible explosion, they thought Song An and Wu Jiaqi had died in the ruins.

"Help me up, don't let the brothers see my ugly face." Song An said with a smile.

Wu Jiaqi helped Song An stand up from the ground and put his arm on his shoulder. Wu Jiaqi then noticed that there were several half-centimeter bloodstains under Song An's right ear. The bloodstains were crisscrossed on his face. It should be caused by glass fragments.

"Brother Song!"

Bai Ling rushed in through the smoke and was shocked to see the wound on Song An's face. She asked in a crying voice,"Are you okay, Master?"

She also supported Song An and looked him up and down, fearing that Song An had other external injuries.

Except for Tian Rui and Hao Jia who were responsible for intelligence monitoring, the other external team members of the special case team were performing mobile tasks nearby. As soon as something happened to Song An, they quickly ran over.

Bao Le, Meng Yang, Jiang Han and others surrounded Song An, asking about his injuries.

Ji Jie, Meng Jia and others surrounded Wu Jiaqi.

After discovering that both of them were fine, the people in the special case team breathed a sigh of relief.

The paramedics came over with a stretcher. Although Song An repeatedly said many times that he was fine, he was still forcibly put on the stretcher by the special case team.

Before Song An got on the ambulance, he said to Ji Jie,"Captain Ji, you must catch that security guard. He must be one of the main culprits in the serial bombings! Also, let the brothers who are stalking Qingyun Store pay attention. There is something wrong with that crazy Biao. Don't let him get away. And......."

Song An instructed Ji Jie on several tasks, and Ji Jie nodded continuously,"Captain Song, don't worry, we are here, and nothing will go wrong."

At the same time, in Qingyundian Town, Feng Biao, who sold gunpowder, was walking around anxiously in the room on the second floor.

"Can you be quiet for a moment? You've confused me! Alas, a pair of lovers turned out to be siblings. This stupid director is so mad at me."

Wavy was watching a TV series with a bag of potato chips in her arms. In front of the screen, a pair of infatuated lovers were hugging each other and crying. She also wiped her tears.

"Wife, I'm completely finished! The police are watching me now, and the people from White Cat must be looking for me too! Both the black and white worlds are trying to kill me! Damn it, if they push me too far, I'll burn down the warehouse and fight them to the death!"

Feng Biao cut a blood orange with a knife and cursed with gritted teeth.

Wave Curl then noticed the seriousness of the situation and said to Feng Biao,"Husband, you have to run away and stay out of the spotlight!"

750"Do you think I don't want to?"

Feng Biao got up and walked to the windowsill, pulled open the curtains, pointed at a black Cherokee parked at the intersection, and said,"There are several plainclothes officers downstairs, monitoring me day and night. Now even a fly can't fly into our house........"

Feng Biao said this, and suddenly he thought of something, and walked towards his girlfriend step by step, with a trace of joy on his face.

Wavy Curly was a little scared by Feng Biao's look, and took a half step back, swallowing his saliva,"You, what do you want to do?"

After entering winter, the days are getting shorter and shorter, the warm sun gradually fades, and the afterglow of the sunset quietly shines on the small town in the suburbs of Jibei City.

Da Da Da...

A tall woman wearing a maroon woolen coat and a European-style woolen hat walked slowly out of Sang Biao's house, her red high heels stepping on the gravel road.

The woman seemed to be twisting her waist deliberately when she walked. Her eyeliner was heavily drawn, and the lipstick on her lips was redder than the setting sun in the sky.

The woman came to the small supermarket next door, seemingly to buy something, but for some reason, she had an argument with the store owner.