Chapter 249

It didn't take long for Fan Wubing to arrive at the place. The person in charge of the Shanghai Ministry of Security was waiting for him in an office temporarily requisitioned from the police station.

There were many people coming and going along the way, but no one paid attention to Fan Wubing's arrival. They seemed to have their own affairs, so Fan Wubing asked the guard and got the information he needed.

Passing through the open field and lawn in front of the building, there are two fountain shapes that were most common in the 1990s, Fan Wubing entered the office building, only then was stopped by a policeman sitting at the door.

"What are you doing here? No one is allowed to trespass here." The policeman said to Fan Wubing, and pointed to the banner on the wall beside him, which said the important office area, idlers are not allowed to enter, etc.

Fan Wubing didn't talk nonsense, but just handed him the blue pass that he asked for from the security department last night.

When the policeman saw Fan Wubing's ID, he immediately straightened up, stood up, saluted Fan Wubing, and said, "Leader, please come in. Those leaders are now on the fourth floor."

The policeman at the door was an expert, and once he saw this kind of certificate, he knew the details of the person coming, so he quickly pointed out where he should go to find his colleagues.

It's just that he also overlooked one point. Fan Wubing, a member of the security department, is a counterfeit, and his ID card was obtained from someone else. His original intention was just to make it easier for him to drive, and it could be used instead of a driver's license. Fan Wubing hurried to the Walking upstairs, when I reached the corner of the stairs on the second floor, I found a person rolling down the stairs and almost hit him.

Fan Wubing couldn't help twisting his body and jumping to the side, looking at the police officer who rolled down the stairs with some surprise. He shouted without hesitation, "Damn it! Is rolling down the stairs popular now?"

At least that person was blocked by Fan Wubing's leg, stopping his fall. He raised his head to look at Fan Wubing, and said with some difficulty. "There's—" Before he finished speaking, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell limply to the ground.

What's on it? Fan Wubing was stunned for a moment. He raised his head and looked up, but found nothing, and then looked at that person, who had fallen unconscious on the ground. The police uniform on the back was also torn, as if it had been chopped with a knife.

"Killer—killer—" Fan Wubing immediately shouted loudly with his hands gathered together in the shape of a trumpet in Dragon City.

The people downstairs heard it immediately, ran over to take a look, and immediately exclaimed, "Officer Song, what are you doing?! Oh my god! Why are you covered in blood?!"

Then a few more policemen ran over, and Fan Wubing said to them,

"The man rolled down the stairs just now. Said there was something on it—but passed out before finishing—"

"Leave one to call an ambulance, and the rest will go up and have a look!" A policeman who looked like a captain ordered immediately, and then a dozen of them rushed up in a swarm.

Fan Wubing has been making mistakes recently, and he has become more cautious. What happened today is very weird. Police officers can be hacked into serious injuries in the police station. God knows why? Could it be that a murderous maniac attacked the police station?

So Fan Wubing timidly followed behind the policemen, watching them shout and rush up to the second floor, but everyone found that the blood was flowing down from above. So I made persistent efforts to kill the third floor.

There is a problem here. The people in each office were blocked by a young man holding a two-foot-long big watermelon knife and couldn't get out. Three or four people had been chopped down on the ground. Some were motionless, and some were still screaming.

The few people who rushed up were also a little dumbfounded. They didn't have any sharp weapons in their hands. If they rushed up with bare hands, they would probably be cut down, so everyone shouted loudly from behind, "That thief, Why don't you put down the murder weapon!?"

Of course, this sentence is a bit classical. In fact, what they shouted was, "Boy, put down the knife, or we will shoot!" Everyone put their hands on their waists, as if they were going to draw their guns at any time , a typical bluff of being strong outside and doing nothing in the middle.

The young man with the machete looked back at them, ignored them, and continued to hack and kill those people in the office with the machete.

An injured policeman on the ground yelled loudly, "You bastards, hurry up and shoot!"

Damn, do you need to teach us? ! The few people who rushed up were also full of resentment, thinking that if we had guns, we would have killed that girl long ago, and you still need to order? ! That guy took a machete, who wouldn't be scared?

It's also because the quality of the policemen in the building is too low. It's not that their cultural quality is low, but that most of the policemen in the office are related households, not the three aunts and six aunts of the chief. It's the leader's nephew and brother-in-law, who controls the power of various departments in the bureau. He usually ignores the policemen below, let alone ordinary people.

Therefore, few of these people have had systematic police training, and their physical fitness is naturally poor. They are out of breath when they climb stairs, let alone beating and killing them. Whether it's fighting criminals or hawking stalls, it's all real kung fu. Three or five people may not be able to handle it, but if it is one-on-one, it still won't suffer much.

While speaking, the young man with a machete rushed to the printing room, and there was a lot of screaming inside. Fan Wubing took a closer look, and it seems that the printing room is full of young and beautiful police girls. When blocked by this young man carrying a machete, his face turned pale with fright.

The machete youth showed no expression of pity and pity, he swung the machete and rushed up. At this time, Fan Wubing couldn't bear it, since the opponent was alone anyway, so he rushed forward with a stride, reaching out to grab the knife.

But the young man was also very alert, twisted his body, and slashed back with a backhand, slashing towards Fan Wubing's palm with a cold light. If it collided, Fan Wubing's finger would be cut off at the root.

The policemen in the printing room were very conscientious and shouted loudly at Fan Wubing. "careful!"

Of course, Fan Wubing's strength is very strong, and he has absolutely no problem dealing with such a young man. At this time, seeing everyone's frightened look, I thought of showing off, and imagined that there was such a title as young people bravely fighting machetes, maniacs, wise men and policemen. Whether it is on the headlines of the entertainment page or the headlines of the news page, it is extremely eye-catching, so he intentionally slowed down his movements, posing thrilling poses in line with the slashing movements of the machete youth.

I could see the policemen next to me screaming and screaming. I don't have the ability to rush up, but I feel thrilling when I look at it, it's really thrilling!

However, Fan Wubing also knew that acting should not be too involved, so after a few feints, he dodged around behind the machete youth, and ended the battle with a slashing movement from the back of the neck.

As soon as the machete youth fell to the ground, the onlookers rushed forward, and four or five people rushed forward. Pressing down on his body firmly, he hurriedly took off the handcuffs from his body, and handcuffed the young man tightly.

"But you got caught!" Seeing their complacent looks, it seemed that they really caught this person.

Fan Wubing smiled, clapped his hands, waved to those policemen, then turned around and left. Sure enough, someone stopped him immediately, but it was a chubby-looking police officer. Fan Wubing took a glance. Now count the stars on his shoulders the most, this is obviously a leader.

"Comrade, thanks to you!" The leader thanked with snot and tears.

"Hehe, it's okay, we're all family." Fan Wubing said with a chuckle.

The leader was a little surprised, and wondered if this is also a policeman in our bureau? plainclothes?

The policeman who saw Fan Wubing downstairs immediately ran over and whispered something in his ear, the leader immediately said "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" , "It turns out that you are a comrade from the Security Department, thank you for your hard work!" Looking at the injured people lying on the ground, the leader felt a little embarrassed, so he said, "The upstairs is full of civilian staff, and they are usually busy with work. There is a lack of training. This time such a serious incident happened, we must seriously implement the words of internal strength, life and death are at stake!"

"That's true—" Fan Wubing said with a slight smile, "At critical moments, you have to rely on yourself."

"Hero, drink a glass of water." A policewoman with ponytails ran over and handed Fan Wubing a glass of water.

Oh, how polite you are! Fan Wubing took the water glass and took a sip. Just as he was about to ask the people from the security department in which office, he saw two of them running over. He probably heard the commotion and wanted to come over. See what happened, only to find that there is a policeman lying on the ground, bleeding a lot.

"President Fan, you are here too! Everyone is waiting for you!" A young man said to Fan Wubing.

Fan Wubing nodded, said something to the leader, and then returned the water glass to the ponytailed policeman Hua'er, followed the young man to the fourth floor.

When handing over the water glass, the little girl scratched Fan Wubing's palm without any traces with her fingernails, and then gave him a wink, which made Fan Wubing feel a little weird in his heart.

Maybe there are too few people in the police force who can fight, and the little girl's desire for the hero's Prince Charming is too strong? Fan Wubing shook his head, feeling a little funny in his heart.

Followed the young man up to the fourth floor, and walked to a room with the words "Inspector's Office". The important members of the Shanghai Branch of the Security Department were all gathered here. Seeing Fan Wubing coming, the middle-aged man told him He said, "Mr. Fan, you are here. First, see if you recognize this person?" After speaking, he handed him a photo.

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