Zhuo Yifan watched helplessly as Sima Qiudao rushed diagonally towards the hillside on the left. I saw him taking long strides, and his footwork was as light as flowing clouds and flowing water. After a few ups and downs, he jumped seven or eight feet away.
Almost at the same time, the dog opposite started barking, and several others followed suit. At this time, the thief officer immediately waved his hand, and several big dogs were loosened from their chains. Four black figures roared out like arrows.
Zhuo Yifan's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and at this moment the thief's blunderbuss also sounded. The crackling was so lively that the hillside opposite was suddenly shrouded in smoke.
Around Sima Qiudao, stones and flowers were flying everywhere, and smoke was billowing. He didn't slow down at all, jumping and running among the vegetation and rocks as nimbly as a spiritual ape. The gun seemed to be out of reach of him. In an instant, he had already descended the mountain, crossed two field ridges, and would soon run into the woods of the hill on the left.
Run quickly. Zhuo Yifan shouted silently. Sima Qiu seemed to hear him and ran faster and faster.
Suddenly, Zhuo Yifan saw that Sima Qiudao's trousers seemed to be pulled to the left by something, and some tiny debris flew out. Sima Qiudao seemed to tense up and immediately fell into the field... Before he could stabilize his body, the four vicious dogs as big as calves roared and pounced on Sima Qiudao.
"Oops!" Zhuo Yifan's whole body was cold. He was a man who had been shot, and he knew that once he was shot, he would not be able to get up without help, not to mention four vicious dogs attacking him!
After all, Sima Qiudao was a martial arts practitioner and his reaction was very fast. He turned over and took out the dagger from his waist and wanted to stab the vicious dog that rushed towards him. However, the two wounds on his body made it impossible for him to use force at all, and his wrist was immediately bitten by the first one. Suddenly, the pain was like heartbreaking, and the dagger in his hand fell out of his hand. In an instant, the second, third, and fourth dogs all pounced on him. Fortunately, they were all trained police dogs. Seeing that Sima Qiudao had lost the ability to resist. Not a swarm of swarms pounced on them and bit them. However, even so, he still let out a terrifying scream...
The clothes on his body had been torn to pieces, and his body was dripping with blood and his skin was torn. Several thief sergeants slowed down their pace. They slowly gathered around each other with blunderbuss in hand, as if they were afraid that the other party would suddenly jump up and hurt someone.
These soldiers looked around Sima begging for help, speaking loudly in some unknown language that Zhuo Yifan could not understand. He looked very proud. Seeing this, Zhuo Yifan's eyes were about to burst and he uttered two words: "Beast!" One day, I will avenge you, Zhuo Yifan slapped his palm on the stone.
While the thieves were crowding around to watch Sima seek his way. Zhuo Yifan endured the severe pain in his body, got up and ran up the mountain. Now I can only run one mile at a time. But he hasn't taken two steps yet. Suddenly, a young man yelled from behind: "There's another one on the mountain!" Before he could finish the words, he remembered the explosion of the gun. The thieves at the foot of the mountain shot at Zhuo Yifan together, and the gun whizzed around Zhuo Yifan. As he passed, the surrounding leaves and branches fell down in a whoosh, Zhuo Yifan ran desperately and crossed the hill in one go.
Zhuo Yifan, who had just climbed over the top of the mountain with a weak force, slowed down his steps down the mountain. The wounds on his body were in severe pain, even if he took a gentle breath every time. My ribs hurt terribly, I was very thirsty, and my throat felt like it was on fire. I couldn't move. I basically just threw myself forward against a tree, took a breath, and then moved forward. Then he threw himself against a tree to take a breath, then went down, and gradually he saw the valley. When he rushed to the last tree, he tripped on some vine under his feet. His legs went weak and he rolled over and fell. Finally, the injured area of his left leg hit a rock and he passed out.
After a while he woke up from the pain. He felt dizzy and dizzy. When he looked back, he saw that he had rolled down the mountain and was lying in the grass in the valley. He vaguely heard the barking of dogs on the mountain. He wanted to stand up, but he couldn't stand up. He had to turn sideways and use his right elbow to support him and crawl toward the seaside. Every time he moved his left leg and left rib, he felt pain involuntarily. twitch……
The sky was blue and the clouds were snow-white. He thought of the sea of clouds in Wudang Mountain. The clouds were also so white... His eyes gradually blurred, and he vaguely seemed to see a boat floating in the sea of clouds, with several people standing on it. He wanted to see clearly, but couldn't see clearly, so he had to shout. Suddenly he seemed to see clearly. The people standing on the boat were his junior brothers. They were all smiling at him. Junior Brother Zhao shouted to him: Come here, hurry up, we're almost there. Senior brother, we are almost here...
However, there was a young woman over there, wearing a white dress and a blue skirt, standing motionless and looking at him with a sad face - this was Lian Nishang, was she here to catch him too? Zhuo Yifan looked into her eyes, which seemed to be filled with tears...
Three or four security forces followed him down the mountain. Their steps were fast and they caught up with Zhuo Yifan in an instant. The one in the lead with a blunderbuss in his hand ran towards Zhuo Yifan. When he saw that the captured subject was lying down in the grass and barely crawling, he He turned his rifle back on his back, took out his sword from his waist, and slowly pushed forward.
However, Zhuo Yifan didn't notice him at all. The soldier looked at the man who was obviously seriously injured strangely, and was still struggling to move toward the hillside, clawing at the grass and trees. Since this man was being closely protected, even if he was not a general, he was still an important warrior. Taking off his head would be a great achievement. He made a slight lunge, holding the knife with both hands above his head, and aimed at the back of Zhuo Yifan's neck to chop down...
"Stop!"
Suddenly there was a rude shout from behind, and the sergeant looked hesitantly at an officer who was catching up behind him.
"Baga!" Looking at the officer's look, he seemed to want to give the sergeant "three guests' worth". But he was obviously more concerned about Zhuo Yifan's life and death.
The sergeant muttered in frustration: "Na Ni?!"
However, he immediately inserted the knife into the sheath on his waist, then turned around and stood at attention in the direction of the officer, bowed slightly and said, "Hey!"
This caused a security guard nearby to hit Zhuo Yifan on the back with the butt of his rifle, causing Zhuo Yifan to lie motionless in the grass.
Because Okamoto Shin was frightened by the assassination, he didn't sleep well at night and got up early in the morning. The rehearsal was mixed up. The cultural festival heard rumors that it would be postponed. Even if it was held as scheduled, it would not be able to perform. The folk band was sent to the temporary detention center to "assist in the investigation" - which made him feel upset. Very bad.
We are in the art field, so if we don’t give performances, we’ll be fooling around. Before my resentment could be resolved, I actually heard some senior officials say weird things on the intranet, such as "all those who engage in literature and art are actors" and "you can't eat or drink, and it's a waste of food to spend time with people."
"It's hard to do practical things, and it's even harder to do practical things in literature and art." Okamoto muttered while washing himself under the service of the maid. He used to be a literary and artistic troll who loved "reverse questioning". Basically, even if he killed a rat in the cafeteria, he would "can't help but ask, what made this rat embark on the road of stealing food?" However, since becoming the leader of a literary and art group, I have also tasted the feeling of being sprayed, and I don't really like this anymore recently.
After washing, he sat at the table and ate the breakfast prepared by the maid. He opened the newspaper that had just been delivered today. As expected, the entire page of "Lingao Daily" was devoted to news about the crackdown on a violent terrorist group. Two news photos were also distributed on the first page. It was rare for news to publish photos.
The first worthy title is "The bandit leader was arrested in Nanbao at the end of his road". In the front row of the photo, Sima Qiudao was tied side by side and sitting cross-legged on the ground, with several swords and daggers placed in front of him. Behind them was a row of security forces with their rifle butts on the ground, standing upright, their eyes as wide as those of a cow. Zhuo Yifan had his eyes closed, and his leg was wrapped with a blood-stained bandage. A security guard behind him held a gun with his right hand, and with his left hand, he grabbed the hair on top of his head and pulled it back, so that his entire face could be clearly photographed. Sima Qiudao was standing next to him, his head drooped on his shoulders and his eyes looking blankly ahead. There is a line of caption under the photo: Zhuo Bandit Yifan, Sima Bandit seeks the truth and is arrested! A row of text in the main text briefly introduces how the security forces bravely pursued and captured the two murderers.
The picture below shows more than a dozen men and women in different attires, their right arms tied with ropes and connected in a string. They are all dejected and depressed, and some of them have injuries on their bodies. Surrounded by heavily armed police and soldiers. The description is: arrested male and female violent terrorists.
"These girls are really good-looking..." In fact, the details of their faces can't be seen from the blurry photos, but the clothes of these girls are obviously more symmetrical than those of the natives, "They are pretty and smooth!"
Okamoto took a sip of soy milk and continued reading. The report with pictures was very long, and he took some time to read it carefully. Although this kind of eight-part essay generally followed the same routine, it was nothing more than good leadership guidance, efficient cadres, and the people working tirelessly... The article was beautifully written, watertight, and typical. From victory to greater victory. Although there is a lot of nonsense, the entire reconnaissance and arrest process is written very clearly. Finally, all the results were listed: 30 people were captured, 18 were killed, and no one is currently at large.
There is also a long piece of dried tofu below: "Abandoning darkness and turning to light, a violent terrorist voluntarily surrendered." Okamoto Shin was not interested in this, so he turned over it.
On the back of the front page is "No matter how high a flea jumps, can it lift the lid of a pot?" ——Interview with Wu Mu, leader of the General Administration of Political and Security... Wu Mu revealed that violent terrorists, suppressed elements who slipped through the crackdown, feudal sects, etc. have never stopped infiltrating and destroying us. The composition of the recently uncovered gangs is an example. …(To be continued.
