Jiang Fan didn't explain too much. The top priority was to control those dangerous people.
Although the police downstairs set up verification personnel, there were too many people rushing down from upstairs, and the scene got a little out of control.
The boss and bodyguards were also among the crowd, pushing and shoving.
"Walk faster, it's going to be crowded behind you."
"Don't be too crowded. It's easy to get stampeded. There are so many people, so everyone must pay attention to clearing the air."
The boss was wearing a hat, and the gangsters also put on their clothes and mingled with the crowd wearing hats.
Jiang Fan took a fancy to the bodyguard next to his boss at a glance, and he was also among the crowd.
At this time, the police were also a little helpless. Everyone was crowded together. It was a kind of protection to speak out against those who committed crimes.
Jiang Fan could only change his approach.
He began forcing crowds to evacuate.
Turn on the ventilation system to remove all smoke and dust from the house.
Start moving customers to safe rooms and ask for help from the police, hoping for their assistance. A police officer will be photographed in each box to ensure order at the scene.
Although the police do not know Jiang Fan's identity.
But they saw Jiang Fan's ability, whether it was coordination or skill.
They speculated that Jiang Fan should be a firefighter.
In terms of personnel guidance, they still have more experience.
Therefore, after thinking for a moment, the captain said: "There is really no better way now, so just do as he said."
With the assistance of the police, although the scene was chaotic, everyone's life safety was ensured.
Compared with being locked in a box by the police, there will be gunmen shooting outside at any time, which is more likely to put their lives in danger.
Suddenly, there was a commotion among the people queuing downstairs.
"Don't move! Why are you so anxious? There are people down there, so it's useless for you to squeeze me."
There was a gangster in the crowd who seemed a little angry.
He directly controlled a little girl who looked to be in her early 20s.
The little girl was wearing a long skirt and had seaweed-like hair. At this moment, her hair was roughly held in the hands of the gangster.
"Tiaozi, let me tell you, don't act rashly, let us go down quickly. The little girl is in my hands now. If she dies, it will be difficult for you to deal with her, right?"
The boss and the bodyguard had been squeezing in the crowd for a long time, but there was no sign of them being put down.
If they continue like this, sooner or later they will be caught.
The "guest" they were working with has now run to the second floor, hoping he can escape.
At this time, Jiang Fan's old classmates were sighing in the box.
"I didn't expect Jiang Fan to change so much. I still remember that back then, he didn't have any opinions of his own. He would do whatever he was told. I didn't expect that he has such strong organizational skills now."
Zhong Hai snorted coldly: "Jiang Fan is not without his own opinion. If he had not had his own opinion, he would not have steadfastly taken the exam for the military academy. It's just that he has a marginalized mission, and none of you care about him."
A classmate laughed awkwardly, and then said with emotion: "Jiang Fan's skills are so amazing, his fists are so powerful, and he suddenly feels safe."
The female classmate next to him felt that Jiang Fan was full of hormones: "Why didn't I expect that he would be so handsome back then? If I had known this, I would have pursued him back then."
There was a female classmate who usually didn't have a good relationship with the class beauty. She said angrily from the side: "What was the use of chasing him back then? The class beauty liked him for a long time, but now she doesn't even look at him?"
For a moment, everyone's attention focused on Ban Hua again.
The class beauty lowered her head in embarrassment.
Han Baihao, who was beside Ban Hua, had never had such a shameful moment.
He felt that a huge cuckold must have fallen from the sky and landed on his head/
And all this is because of Jiang Fan!
He was unwilling to accept that the little "waste" who once carried his shoes had suddenly transformed into a star-studded figure, and even he had to make way for him.
This made him, a young master, unbearable.
It happened that the little girl whose hair was grabbed was the closest to their box. Han Baihao pushed aside everyone, walked to the door, opened the door directly, and rushed out.
His reaction really caught everyone off guard.
Cui Yu shouted excitedly: "Han Baihao, why do you dare to go? Come back quickly."
"What's going on with Bo Hao? Are you crazy? Those people have guns in their hands. He didn't even fight those gangsters just now. What kind of drama is he going out to do now that he's going to save a beauty?"
The class beauty also shouted worriedly: "Bai Hao, don't be stupid, those people are very cruel."
Han Baihao suddenly became furious when he heard that the class beauty was still trying to persuade him.
He doesn't believe in evil. Of course Han Baihao can do anything that little trash like Jiang Fan can do!
But the next second, he was suddenly rushed out by the bodyguard, holding a gun to his throat.
At this time, everyone was dumbfounded.
Jiang Fan also didn't expect that after he had saved other customers for so long, his own house "fired in the backyard."
He looked at the boss and bodyguards, controlled Han Baihao from left to right, and said in a vicious voice: "Let us get out, otherwise Master Han will die in our hands."
It was the first time for Han Baihao to see a gun at such a close distance, and he even used his own arteries to feel the cold temperature of the gun.
His mind went blank, as if he had experienced death in advance.
The police did not expect that this man also had a gun.
They thought that the bodyguard with the gun had been controlled.
The police could only warn him: "Boss Sun, you have to think carefully. If you dare to shoot, there will be no turning back."
Boss Sun's eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes.
"I don't care! Do you think I care? Don't try to lie to me. If you catch me, I will die. But I think it's worth it to have Master Han buried with me."
After hearing someone calling his name many times, Han Baihao finally regained some sanity.
His voice was trembling and he threatened: "Sun Cai, you know who my father is. If you attack me, I will not let your wife, children and children go."
At this time, Sun Cai was already mentally disturbed. He only had eyes for himself. As long as he could live, he didn't care if everyone died.
He said almost madly: "Die, at worst, we die together, and our family can still be reunited on Huangquan Road."
He suddenly went crazy and slashed behind Han Baihao with his gun.
At the same time, he also said plausibly: "This is a good position. Not only can I not die, but I can also make them afraid to attack me."
"This position is not bad, but it seems to be the spleen. If the spleen is damaged, will you die immediately?"
Originally, Han Baihao was trying to maintain his composure, but after hearing that the other party used his body as a chopping board.
He immediately rolled his eyes, became incontinent and peed all over his pants.
The classmates in the box were on tenterhooks, worried about what would happen if the gun went off and Han Baihao died.
As a result, the next second, when they saw the glamorous rich second generation in their eyes, they were so frightened that they peed all over their pants.
There was even a puddle of urine on the ground.
The classmates in the room turned their heads away in embarrassment.
It's over, now Han Baihao can't hold his head up in front of these old classmates.
Jiang Fan touched the gun in his pocket. Unknown to everyone, Jiang Fan actually carried a pistol with him.
Because Jiang Fan is a scientist and is involved in many national key scientific research projects.
The gun on his body was reasonably equipped, but his identity was kept secret. Unless necessary, Jiang Fan did not want to reveal his identity and cause unnecessary trouble.
