It was already evening.

The drizzle drizzled for a day and finally stopped.

More than twenty police cars were parked on the municipal bureau square.

Groups of police officers were all wearing helmets, body armor, and guns and ammunition were fully prepared.

When the time was set, Cao Yi blew a whistle.

Everyone lined up and got into the car, whimpered, turned on the police lights, and the screaming sound echoed in the night sky, heading straight to the suburbs.

As soon as he left the city, the police lights went out and the sirens were silent.

In the night, only the slight roar of the engine could be heard.

The team rushed towards the mountainous area.

Because I want to protect reporter Zhu Da, so as not to be shot down by this delicate flower.

Yang Lin, a powerful general from the municipal bureau, did not sit on the front of the assault vehicles.

Instead, he sat on a police car in the last row, sat with reporter Zhu Da, enjoying his fragrant body and pouring back and forth into his arms from time to time.

The reason why I only talk about fragrance but not softness.

It's because Zhu Jia is also wearing a steel helmet and a bulletproof vest. Her whole body is hard and uncomfortable.

Feeling is not necessarily very good.

Yang Lin was idle and closed his eyes and ignored Zhu Jia's words in his ears. His mind had long been immersed in his secret method of refining marrow.

Marrow refining is a long-term process.

Since I felt relaxed, I realized the path of boxing to conquer the world, and found the touching in my heart.

Yang Lin discovered that he could gradually control the blood and bone marrow production inside his body.

There is an extremely subtle force that is quietly sprouting and growing.

This is intimate, not intimate.

Macro and micro are originally two huge propositions, but they all end up together with different paths.

If Yang Lin used to practice physical training, he would practice flesh, muscles, bones, and organs, and blood, and marrow.

It is an extremely macro process.

Then, in this world, seeking to move and going deep into the inner world is a microscopic process of body training.

He re-takes the path of Qi, Blood and Essence, and takes another path and walks again. Finally, he sees something he has ignored before.

Once again mastering this power of qi and blood, he found that he could do more and become stronger.

Under the same level of strength, the power he can control is more perfect.

With powerful and powerful basic qi and blood power, and then using subtle and delicate control techniques to master it, he can beat the two of his previous selves.

It's so strong.

The power of Gangjin is still being generated in a wisp.

This is a long-term process, but as long as you stick to this path, one day, you will be able to achieve great success and reach the point where you can see the gods without destruction.

There is no bottleneck in the meantime, all it takes is time.

Of course, the accumulation process can also be shortened by the martial fortune value.

However, Yang Lin hopes that he can experience every step of improvement carefully.

Until it becomes a power that is truly fully controlled by oneself.

At this time, there is no hurry.

...

The vehicle passed the mountain road with twists and turns and walked for half an hour, and saw a dark building in front of me.

The sound of a roar of a machine came from inside.

There was also a dim light that shone through the gaps.

Yang Lin looked through the car window and saw that the special police rushed in with a gun down and lowered their heads.

Then, a large number of policemen followed.

He knew that this was the destination.

"Hurry, hurry, don't make a sound. Don't yell at any situation on the road. Remember to dodge bullets and take care of shooting."

Cao Yi ran over, greeted Zhu Jia and several cameramen, and ignored them and hurriedly followed the large army forward.

Yang Lin fell behind him.

This time, his mission is only to guard.

If you have too much credit, it won’t be of much use. Just leave it to others. The purpose can be achieved.

He thought so.

Stay behind to watch the thief’s action, which is actually very good.

That's how he thought.

Zhu Jia is not satisfied.

Thank you for this opportunity, she is not willing to be a bystander like this.

Gripping his silver teeth, Zhu Jia waved his hand, "Come on, keep up, all of them follow, do war correspondents know? Learn.

I want first-hand video data, and it is best to see how the two sides exchanged fire."

As he spoke, Miss Zhu rushed past with the microphone in her hand.

Running quite fast.

While running, he was talking: "Aspects, the special operation tonight has officially begun.

I saw it all. The factory in front is the gathering den of drug dealers.

It can be imagined that they are stepping up time to make a poison, and there are also some gunmen in it, and it is not ruled out that they have prepared bombs...

This trip is very dangerous, so we will take pictures of the real action of catching thieves for you.”

Several cameramen followed with bitter faces, their hands trembling.

I have to say that Zhu Jia’s psychological quality is much better than theirs.

Cao Yi was giving orders with a voice over there.

"On the lights. Group one, group two, encirclement, three frontal attacks, five, six, flanking restraint, sniper cover..."

In fact, there was a team that had rushed in before he ordered.

That's the SWAT team.

Captain Tang Hong had already breathed a sigh of relief, and he must have been unwilling to be compared by the municipal bureau. In their field of expertise, he naturally took the lead.

Tang Hong was the first to take the lead.

Behind him are twelve powerful and skillful special police officers.

When the lights are on, gunfire is loud...

The factory is relatively quiet and the lights are dim.

At this time, the headlights were illuminated by the snow-lit headlights, and there was a chaos immediately.

There were roars and screams everywhere, and there were also sparse gunfire.

From time to time, a scream came out.

Someone let out a slight cry.

It was a mess.

...

Zhu Jia's personality may have a natural risk factor.

She was not afraid at all, rushed to the front, reported, and turned around and shouted: "Hurry up, can you be more courageous?"

Carry the camera well, don’t shake your hands, I want first-hand information…”

puff……

Before she could finish her voice, there was a camera around her, and a blood flower splattered on her body.

He screamed and fell to the ground.

The others were in a panic and hurriedly fell down.

Yang Lin reacted faster.

Just stretched out and pressed Zhu Jia's head into the grass.
To be continued...