wind in the dark night

Chapter 6 The cooked duck flew away

The political commissar stepped on the courtyard wall and jumped into a courtyard.

He had watched from the roof, and every exit was guarded by armed police.

The police's strategy is very clear, to encircle rather than attack.

The owner of this family, an old lady in her 60s, was sitting cross-legged on the kang, squinting her eyes, and smoking a dry pipe. She didn't seem flustered when she saw a stranger appearing in the yard.

Political commissar—the political commissar and deputy brigade commander of the Anti-Union Teaching Brigade, Zhang Zhaolin calmed down, and said to the old lady through the window: "Mother, don't be afraid, I will leave right away..."

There were chaotic footsteps outside the courtyard.

Surrounded by the crowd, Wang Liansheng walked ahead in strides, which was quite majestic.

He asked as he walked, "Are you sure that guy is out of bullets?"

Someone next to him replied: "He fired six shots in total, and there is only one bullet left at most."

Wang Liansheng stopped and ordered: "Listen to my order, two people in groups, search from house to house, be sure to find the person for me!"

Sergeant Zhang said: "Team leader, reinforcements are probably coming soon, we just need to hold the exit..."

"Any major case involving espionage and banditry, the gang from the Secret Service Department will definitely be there, and then we will have nothing to do with you. Didn't you hear that guy has only one bullet left at most, and we have a dozen guns. We are afraid of what he will do ? Listen to me, search!"

"I'm afraid that once the personnel are dispersed, it will give him a chance to escape."

"There are people guarding the exit, where is he going?"

"I think, we should wait for reinforcements..."

"What do you think? Am I the team leader or are you the team leader?"

"But, what if..."

Wang Liansheng stared: "Execute the order!"

Officials crushed people to death.

Sergeant Zhang had no choice but to obey.

In theory, Wang Liansheng would have no problem doing this.

There are only a dozen households in this area, and the investigation will be completed quickly. As long as rebels are found during the search, others can rush over to reinforce them at any time.

Qi Yue was in a team with a policeman surnamed Zhao, and the two of them happened to be in charge of searching the old lady's house.

Zhang Zhaolin is now in a dilemma.

He couldn't stay on the roof forever, he had to come down sooner or later.

If you go back, you will be found immediately, and there is no place to hide. The policeman is right, there is only one bullet left in Zhang Zhaolin's gun.

Police officer Zhao in uniform was walking towards this side.

Qi Yue followed behind him neither far nor near.

The old lady on the top of the kang looked out of the courtyard for a while, and pointed to the corner of the wall with a cigarette pot.

——In the corner of the wall is a stack of straw that is as tall as a person. It should be that a child often plays hide-and-seek with his friends, and deliberately dug a hole in the haystack to hide.

Now, the hole is open, and beside it lies a bundle of straw that I forgot to plug back.

Zhang Zhaolin had no choice but to try his luck. He got into the hole short and pulled the straw back to block the hole.

The police officer surnamed Zhao and Qi Yue entered the yard cautiously, one after the other.

The furnishings in this family's house are simple and transparent at first glance. Officer Zhao looked around with a gun, but found no place to hide people, so he asked the old lady, "Did anyone come here just now?"

The old lady took a puff of her pipe and laughed, "The family doesn't keep animals, but only a dog, and they don't stay home all day."

Officer Zhao repeated loudly: "I'm asking you, has anyone ever been here before?"

The old lady waved her hands again and again: "No, no, no beast."

Officer Zhao frowned: "One mouthful, one bastard, why does it sound like a curse..."

Qi Yue said with a smile: "The old lady is deaf, don't ask, let's go."

Watching the two of them leave the house, the old lady spat hard and cursed in a low voice: "The second devil who suffered a thousand knives is not a beast!..."

The old lady's son was dragged to repair the blockhouse, did not pay the overseer the money, was falsely accused of secretly colluding with the rebels, and almost died in prison for this.

Because of this, the old lady has long hated these guys in uniform.

At the gate of the courtyard, Police Officer Zhao stopped, turned around and stared at the haystack for a while, picked up a dung fork, and walked over.

He seemed to be trying to see if there was anyone hiding in the haystack.

Qi Yue thought to himself, it seems that the political commissar is doomed.

As soon as he entered the yard, he saw something was wrong.

It snowed all night last night, the haystacks were covered with a thick layer of white snow, and the straw blocking the entrance of the cave seemed a bit abrupt-there was very little snow on it.

Obviously, someone had moved this bundle of straw, which inevitably shook off some of the snow.

Officer Zhao held up a dung fork and stabbed it into the haystack.

Suddenly, a police officer shouted loudly across a yard: "Stop, don't run!"

Almost at the same time, a figure quickly climbed onto the roof, and before everyone could react, he jumped onto another roof.

Also jumping up and down on the roof, Zhang Zhaolin can only be described as stupid compared to this person.

And this person is as flexible as a cat walking on two legs.

The rebel who had been hiding showed up—so everyone thought.

Officer Zhao threw away the dung fork and chased him out.

Qi Yue yelled: "He ran east, chase him!"

He was talking to Zhang Zhaolin in the haystack.

There were only a dozen policemen in total, most of them went to the east, and the west guards were naturally empty.

At this time, the man on the roof had almost reached the east exit of the alley, and his running speed on the roof was even faster than others on the flat ground.

Wang Liansheng huddled in the corner, and commanded his subordinates with a nervous expression: "As soon as he shows his head, shoot him in the lower third, and don't kill him!"

There were at least six or seven policemen standing by at the entrance of the alley.

Other police officers chased along the alley.

Suddenly a chain was added to that person's hand, and a flying claw was attached to one end of the chain.

He swung it up and shook it twice, then threw it out forcefully.

Flying Claw accurately grasped the merchant plaque protruding from the two-story building across the street.

No one thought of this trick.

Under normal circumstances, with a distance of one street in between, no one can single-handedly break through the interception of more than a dozen guns, but this happened.

Amidst the attention of passers-by, that person jumped up and flew out in the air.

Wang Liansheng hastily ordered: "Shoot! Shoot!"

For a while, gunshots rang out.

The man landed on the roof of the building across the street, staggered and quickly disappeared.

Sergeant Zhang led his men to chase for a while, and then came back dejectedly: he didn't even see the shadow.

The cooked duck flew away, and Wang Liansheng was somewhat exasperated: "A bunch of trash! They fired more than a dozen shots, where the hell did they go!"

A policeman defended: "It's hard to hit a moving target, he flies too fast..."

At this moment, a car sped up.

After the car stopped, a man with mustache and dark eyes stepped out of the car.

He is Liu Wenlong, the captain of the Secret Service Operations Team.

(End of this chapter)