"Go with us, we just check it out, it won't take much time."

Yang Ziguang said that after listening to this, Ou Ye picked up the puppy in great excitement: "What a duck, good duck, I like to go to the front line of investigation the most, thank you Uncle Yang."

"Then why are you holding my dog?"

I saw that Ou Ye was holding lightning and didn't mean to let go, so I asked. Ou Ye made a face and turned around and ran out: "Didn't you say this is a magical dog? If you could bring it with you, it might have a magical effect."

Before he finished speaking, the person had run away without a trace. Yang Ziguang and I looked at each other helplessly, and could only shrug and sigh...

Twenty minutes later, we drove to Xichuan Paper Factory, a state-owned enterprise. It did not go bankrupt in Xichuan, which can be seen that there is still relatively strong behind it.

The police car parked downstairs of the dormitory, and Ou Ye was playing in the car with a puppy. Yang Ziguang and I went up to find out the situation. In order to make Ou Ye stunned, Yang Ziguang did not pull out the key, so he played music for Ou Ye to listen.

When I knocked on the dormitory door, several shirtless men were a little surprised. Yang Ziguang and I were also surprised. Looking at the messy dormitory, thinking that we had gone wrong, Yang Ziguang quickly confirmed: "Master, is this dormitory No. 23, Area A?"

"Yes, is there anything?"

The bare-skinned man replied, and I asked, "Is this a male worker's dormitory?"

"Of course, it's always been."

After the bare-spoken man finished speaking, Yang Ziguang and I looked at each other, and Yang Ziguang asked the man: "How many people live in your dormitory, is there a woman living in?"

"There are six people living in our dormitory, and no women come in, but... Xiao Wang occasionally takes his girlfriend back to sleep."

The man smiled and said.

Yang Ziguang and I were both shocked. Who is this Xiao Wang? He is so awesome. He actually took his girlfriend to the male worker's dormitory to sleep?

We walked into the dormitory and smelled sweat came to our noses. After we found a stool and sat down, the man pointed to the upper bunk of the upper and lower iron beds that were leaning beside the side, and said with a smile: "Xiao Wang lives in the upper bunk, I live in the lower bunk. Every time he brings a woman back, the ground will shake... You don't know, I sleep under the bottom and don't dare to close my eyes. I'm worried that the bed will be broken apart, and I'm even more worried that the bed board will fall off and press me into a meat pie..."

The big man's words caused a burst of laughter in the dormitory.

Yang Ziguang took out a photo, handed it to the man, and asked him: "Have you seen the person in the photo?"

The photo shows a young woman. Judging from her face, it is the female corpse found in the abandoned auditorium. The man pointed to the photo and said, "By the way, that's this, this is the woman Xiao Wang brought back recently."

At this time, a thin young man appeared at the door of the dormitory. Seeing the situation in the dormitory, he thought for a second, turned around and ran away.

Gao Liang pointed at the young man who ran away and asked the big man: "Who is he? What are he running?"

"He is Xiao Wang, he should be shy when he turns around and runs!"

The big man laughed, Yang Ziguang and I stood up at the same time, and said, "Chasing!"

We flew out and saw that the young man was running faster than a rabbit. The male worker's dormitory was on the third floor. As soon as we ran out, he had already appeared in the parking shed on the first floor.

The parking shed was powered by electric vehicles and motorcycles. It can be seen that this guy wanted to escape by riding his bike. Yang Ziguang took out the big sword on his body and said to me: "Go and drive quickly, I'll go to the carport to block him."

I looked at the big sword in his hand and felt very upset.

Because we are all in the quasi-suspended stage and are not qualified to be equipped with guns, Yang Ziguang's police equipment is only a pair of handcuffs and the big sword in his hand.

Although the big sword is called "sword", it looks a bit similar to the sword. To put it bluntly, it is just a rubber stick. If the opponent holds a steel pipe that is more than one meter long, its combat power will completely outweigh the big sword in minutes.

Although I was worried that Yang Ziguang would not be able to deal with the young man, time was tight and we were afraid that the young man would slip away, so we had to act separately.

Our parking location is about fifty meters away from the parking shed of the paper mill, and is located next to the factory gate. If the young man really wants to escape, he must pass here. It is not impossible to take the risk of taking him off when he passes.

I ran to the police car panting and saw Ou Ye sitting in the driver's seat, closing his eyes, shaking his head to the melodious singing, and looking intoxicated.

I opened the car door, Ou Ye opened his eyes and looked at me: "What's wrong?"

"get off……"

I was about to knock Ou Ye out of the driving seat, and a harsh engine sound came from beside me. When I looked back, I saw the young man driving a Yamaha motorcycle, passing by me like a gust of wind, and rushing out of the door.

The motorcycle was dragging black smoke and rushed onto the main road. While I was sighing at the smoke, the police car engine rang, and Ou Ye actually started the police car.

I was shocked and told her: "Get out quickly and don't move the police car!"

"Come up, let's get the yarn again, you can grab his yarn."

She wants to drive?

What a joke, I pulled her down.

After getting into the driver's seat, Ou Ye stamped his feet and called out: "The dog is on it."

"I can't control so much."

I had already loosened my handbrake because I saw the young man riding a motorcycle and was about to run away, so I could not let this guy slip away. With a thrust of the accelerator, the police car rushed out like an arrow from the string.

The dog was thrown away by me and almost fell out of the police car.

It barked and protested, and I comforted while calling the direction: "I'm sorry, Lightning, I'll add chicken legs to you tonight. Whether my dad can recover my innocence depends on this vote."

I felt something was wrong. Why did this fugitive chase seem to be robbing?

As soon as I finished speaking, I slammed the direction. A dragon came to the police car and drifted out. The guard at the entrance of the factory was shocked. This time the dog fell down again and became a "dog".

It hugged behind the cushion to protest, and it would definitely never believe its owner's words again.

Fortunately, the car door was closed, otherwise I might have sacrificed my pet gloriously if I had performed the task on the first day.

When I arrived on the road, I sounded the sirens and cut through the night sky with the sound of the sirens. The police car was hiking in the traffic, as if entering a nobody.

My car was floating around in the river, attracting a series of protests, and some people even opened the door to complain: "Please, buddy, this is the evening rush hour after get off work, you just change lanes and overtake at any time, and run red lights. Do you know that this is a crime..."

"I'm on a mission to hunt down the suspect. Didn't I hear the sirens?"

I said to the drivers protesting outside, although they may not necessarily hear it.

But someone still replied: "Is the police awesome in carrying out tasks? Who is responsible for hitting someone..."

I accelerated and put aside the insults. At this time, the distance from the young man was getting closer and closer. The young man knew that I was catching up with him immediately. He slammed the accelerator and turned to the left. The motorcycle broke through the fence in the middle of the road, rushed to another lane, and headed against the road.

I gritted my teeth in anger as I watched the young man shuttle through another lane.

That guy knew that I didn't dare to drive in the opposite direction, but he rode a motorcycle. The motorcycle was small and it was not a problem. Seeing that the young man was about to escape, I had no way to do it.

At this time, someone on my radio said, "Go ahead to him and intercept him."

I was shocked, how could anyone remind me on the radio?

At this time, the radio said again: "We are the Skynet Control Room. We have locked down the whereabouts of the suspect. Next, we need to divide the work and cooperate. You drive a car and follow my command. I will monitor the suspect. You must not let him slip away!"

It turned out to be a colleague of Skynet, and this land-air alliance is amazing.

Now my speed has exceeded 100 miles, and it has formed a balance with the motorcycle on the opposite highway. At this time, Yang Ziguang called in. I drove and answered the phone. Yang Ziguang asked anxiously on the phone: "Xiaotian, where are you now? Can you catch up with the suspect?"

"The suspect is like a desperate person, and he must have a problem running away like this. Don't worry, Lao Yang, I won't let him slip away."

I said on the phone, but Yang Ziguang said, "You are driving while answering the phone, are you going to die?"

"Boss, will I answer the phone if you don't call me? I'm drunk too."

I was so amused and crying. Yang Ziguang thought for a moment: "Oh, it seems like that... Well, I'm dead, you have to be careful."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Neuropathy!

I cursed, threw my phone aside, took a sharp turn at the red light intersection, and quickly turned to another road.

Because I have surpassed the motorcycle, I now have to turn to another road to block the other party.

But this risky operation also scared me into a cold sweat, because when the police car was crossing the road, it almost hit a normal container, and the car was destroyed and people died in an instant.

After three minutes of changing lanes, a sudden brake came and rushed to the right again. The police car let out a harsh scream, and black smoke came out from the bottom of the car and rushed into an alley on the right, because the motorcycle rider also turned into the alley and wanted to use the alley to escape.

I smelled the pungent smell of tires and thought that I would drive this car for me for a week, and it would definitely be scrapped. Not only would it be scrapped, but it would fall apart.

But now at the critical moment, I can't control so much.

The motorcycle in front was running wildly, and there were people coming and going in the alley, so my police car couldn't drive so fast. Of course, the motorcycle couldn't get up.

I picked up the radio station in the police car and called for support. One minute after the call signal was sent out, a harsh sirens sounded on the other side of the alley, which seemed to be support.

Hearing the sirens, the young man hurriedly turned out in the middle of the alley. I chased him relentlessly. When I chased him, I realized that this was a new road under construction, as if it was a subway construction. Because it was a construction site, there were no people on the road, and there were not even lights, and it was dark.

The motorcycle hit the accelerator and started to fly wildly on the new road. I also stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The speed of the car was instantly raised to 120 miles, and the whole body was almost floating.

The road surface slowly raised, and in a short while, it had already been driving nearly a kilometer on the new road.

Suddenly, the rider stopped in the night.

I quickly stepped on the brakes and was alert. I wondered why this guy stopped. Did he give up and run away?

The suspect jumped off the motorcycle and stared at my police car blankly. I pushed open the car door and jumped out of the car. I was about to rush over to arrest the young man. The young man pointed at me and shouted loudly: "Don't come over, if you come over, I will jump from here."

I looked behind the young man, and under the reflection of the headlights, I could see that it was the end of the dead end.

It turned out that we had arrived on an elevated road. The work was stopped halfway through the overpass, and it turned into a dead end. The young man couldn't see his fingers behind him, and the cold wind whizzed, and it felt like it should be dozens of meters high.
Chapter completed!