Chapter 249: A series of troubles

Fan Wubing arrived at the local area for a short while. The Shanghai head of the Ministry of Security was waiting for him from an office temporarily requisitioned in 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 things, so Fan Wubing asked the doorman and got the information they needed.

After passing through the open ground and lawn in front of the building, there were two of the most common fountain shapes in the 1990s. Fan Wubing entered the office building and was stopped by a policeman sitting at the door.

"What are you doing? You can't go in here." The policeman said to Fan Wubing, and pointed to the banner on the wall next to him, which read the words "Official area" and "I can't enter".

Fan Wubing didn't say much nonsense, but just handed him the blue-skin pass he had just asked for last night with the people from the Security Department.

When the police saw Fan Wubing’s ID, they immediately straightened up, stood up, saluted Fan Wubing, and said, “Leader, please come in, those leaders are now on the fourth floor.”

The policeman guarding the door was an expert. When he saw this kind of document, he knew what the person was. So he quickly pointed out where he should go and find his colleagues.

But he also ignored one thing. Fan Wubing, a member of the Security Department, was fake and his ID was forced to come from others. His original intention was to make it easier when driving, and it could also replace his driver's license.

Fan Wubing hurriedly walked upstairs. When he reached the corner of the stairs on the second floor, he found that someone was rolling down the stairs and almost hit him.

Fan Wubing couldn't help but twisted his body and jumped aside, looking at the police officer who was rolling down from the stairs in surprise, shouting without hesitation, "Damn it! Is it popular to roll down the stairs now?"

At least the man was blocked by Fan Wubing with his legs, stopped the decline, raised his head to look at Fan Wubing, and said with some difficulty, "There is a -" Before he finished speaking, a mouthful of blood spurted out and fell softly to the ground.

What was there? Fan Wubing was stunned for a moment, looked up and found nothing. When he looked at the man, he was already unconscious and unconscious, and the police uniform behind him was also broken, as if he had been cut with a knife.

"Murder - Murder -" Fan Wubing immediately shouted loudly with his hands on Longcheng.

The people below the building heard it immediately, ran over and took a look, and exclaimed, "Police Song, are you so much? Oh my God! Why are you covered in blood all over your body?!"

Then several policemen ran over, and Fan Wubing said to them, "This man just rolled down the stairs and said something was on it - but he fainted before he finished speaking -"

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

Fan Wubing has been making mistakes recently and has become much more cautious. Today's things are very strange. Police officers can be severely injured in the police station. God knows what the reason is? Could it be that the murderer is fierce and attacking the police station?

So Fan Wubing followed the police with his head and head, watching them rushing to the second floor, but everyone found that blood was flowing from above, so he continued to kill to the third floor.

When we got here, we found a problem. People in various offices were blocked by a young man holding a big watermelon knife more than two feet long and couldn't run out. Three or four people had been cut over on the ground, some were motionless, and some were still screaming.

The people who rushed up were also a little dumbfounded. They didn't have any sharp weapons in their hands. If they rushed forward with bare hands, they would probably have been cut down. So everyone shouted from behind, "Well, why don't you put down the weapon in your hand quickly!"

Of course, this sentence is a bit classical Chinese. In fact, they shouted, "Boy, put down the knife quickly, otherwise we will shoot!" Everyone put their hands on their waists, as if they had to draw their guns at any time, a typical bluff of the outside and the middle.

The young man holding a machete looked back at them, ignored them, and continued to use his knife to chop and kill the people in the office.

An injured policeman on the ground shouted loudly, "You guys are fucking shooting!"

Damn it, you need to teach us?! The few people who rushed up were full of resentment, thinking that if we had a gun, we would have killed that girl long ago. You should have ordered me?! That guy took a machete, who wouldn't be afraid?

This is also a bit of the low quality of the police in the building. It is not that their cultural quality is low, but that most of the police officers in the office are related households, either the director's aunt or the leader's nephew and brother-in-law, who also control the power of various departments in the bureau. When they see the police below, they always ignore them, let alone see ordinary people.

Therefore, few of these people have had systematic police training, and their physical fitness is naturally poor. They are breathless when climbing stairs, let alone fighting and killing. They are not as good as grassroots policemen. Whether they are fighting criminals or fighting stall vendors, they are all real kung fu. Three or five people may not be able to deal with it, but if they are single-on-one, they still cannot suffer much loss.

While speaking, the young man holding a machete rushed to the seal room and screamed loudly inside. Fan Wubing looked closely and saw that the seal room was probably filled with young and beautiful policemen. He was blocked by the young man holding a machete and was so scared that he was lost.

The young man with machete had no expression of pity and swayed upwards after swinging the machete. At this time, Fan Wubing couldn't see it. Anyway, the other party was alone, so he rushed up and reached out to grab the knife.

However, the young man was also very alert. He twisted his body and cut his back with a knife, cutting it off with a cold light at Fan Wubing's palm. If it hits, Fan Wubing's fingers will be broken.

The policemen in the printing room were very conscientious and shouted loudly to Fan Wubing, "Be careful!"

Of course, Fan Wubing is very powerful, and there is no problem with such a young man. At this time, he saw everyone looking worried, and thought that the title of "a young man bravely fighting the machete machete and saving the police flower" was extremely eye-catching, whether it was on the entertainment page or the news page headline, so he deliberately slowed down his movements and posed thrilling shapes in conjunction with the chopping movements of the machete young man.

The policemen next to them screamed, wanting to rush up but they are not capable, but they look at it and feel thrilling, it is so thrilling!

However, Fan Wubing also knew that acting should not be too involved, so he swung a few moves and walked around behind the machete youth. A chopping action behind the neck ended the battle.

As soon as the young man with a machete fell to the ground, the policemen who were watching rushed forward, four or five people rushed over, pressing his body tightly, and busy uncuffing his handcuffs from his body, handcuffing the young man firmly.

"But you catch you, kid!" Looking at their proud look, it seemed that this person was really what they caught.

Fan Wubing smiled, clapped his hands, waved his hands to the policewomen, and then turned around and left. Sure enough, someone immediately grabbed him, but it was a chubby police officer. Fan Wubing glanced and found that there were the most stars on his shoulders. This was obviously a leader.

"Comrade, thanks to you!" The leader thanked with tears in his eyes.

"Haha, it's okay, it's all a family." Fan Wubing laughed.

The leader was a little surprised and thought to himself that this person is also a policeman in our bureau? plainclothes?

The policeman who had just seen Fan Wubing came over and said something in his ear. The leader immediately said oh twice, and then took Fan Wubing's hand very affectionately and said, "It turns out that he is a comrade from the Ministry of Security. Thank you so much!" Looking at the injured people lying all over the floor, the leader felt a little embarrassed, so he said, "There are all civilians on the upper floor, and they are busy with work and lack training. This time, such a serious matter has happened. We must implement the words of strengthening our qualities seriously. Life is at stake!"

"That's right-" Fan Wubing smiled slightly, "At the critical moment, you have to rely on yourself."

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

Oh, so polite! Fan Wubing took the water cup and took a sip. When he was about to ask the security department, he saw two of them running over. He probably heard the movement here and wanted to come and see what was wrong, but found that there was a policeman lying here, with a large area of ​​blood flowing.

"Mr. 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, then returned the water cup to the policewoman with a ponytail, and followed the young man to the fourth floor.

When handing the water cup, the little girl scratched Fan Wubing's palm with her fingernails without any trace, and then threw a charming look at him, making Fan Wubing's heart feel a little strange.

Perhaps there are too few people in the police team who can fight, and the little girl's prince charming who longs for heroes has a strong complex? Fan Wubing shook her head, feeling a little funny in her heart.
Chapter completed!