Chapter 892

The plane took off smoothly, and Qin huhao was full of fighting spirit.

The sudden change made him very happy.

"Take your expression! Don't be so happy!" Zong Mingzhe reminded him in a low voice.

Qin huhao said with a smile, "it's a shame before the snow. Don't worry, Zong team. I'll catch these bastards back!"

Zong Mingzhe couldn't help glancing at him when he heard the speech.

"The result is the same when we catch them back. These people won't let us take them away."

Hearing this, Qin huhao's smiling face suddenly collapsed.

"What? Aren't we busy in vain?"

Zong Mingzhe shook his head and whispered in Qin huhao's ear, "remember, catch those bastards this time and interrogate them on the spot! Use Xuelan's technique, do you understand?"

Qin huhao turned to look at Zong Mingzhe, blinked, then suddenly saluted him, and replied loudly, "understand!"

He's even happier now.

Zong Mingzhe is Zong Mingzhe after all. Although he is learning how he Yaoshi does things, at such a time, he has much more momentum than he Yaoshi!

Qin huhao likes this very much!

Use the technique of wind, snow and LAN, that's the happiest technique! Qin huhao thought to himself, do you grandsons dare to run? Look how grandpa skinned your thief after he caught you!

The whole city was under martial law. Zong Mingzhe negotiated with local officials to let the technical department enter their road traffic monitoring system to find the trace of the kidnappers. In a moment, the technical department found the trace of their abscond.

After these people fled, the local blockade was carried out soon, so those people have not been able to escape from the city. From the trace of their abscond, these people intend to use the weapons they grabbed from the armed police to create another chaos.

"These people are professional killers. They know that they can only escape when they want to leave here, so we should catch all these people before they start." Zong Mingzhe not only commands the members of the owl wolf, but also the local armed police.

An action was carried out quickly, and several people and horses rushed to the place where the kidnappers might hide.

At this moment, in a low and dark place, a group of people are curling up here to repair.

The leader was using a special communication device to contact the person who commanded them. However, both sides only said a few words, and the leader slowly took off the communication device with a pale face.

"How about that? What do you say over there?" one of them asked.

The leader didn't even turn his head back and didn't answer the man's question.

Next to him, another person snorted and smiled disdainfully, "what else can we do if the task fails? We have only one dead end now."

"What mission failed! We didn't fail at all!"

The roaring voice echoed in the narrow space, "our task is to take hostages! Have we failed? We have delayed for a night. Why do you say we failed? It is the second team that failed! We are just dragged down by them!"

Hearing this, the leader suddenly turned back, raised his hand and slapped the man's mouth.

The sound of this slap was very loud, but now it doesn't matter whether it hurts or not for that person.

Life is more important. He doesn't want to die!

"Give me the communicator! I'll explain it to Lucha!" the man grabbed the communicator from the leader, but he put it in his ear and found that he couldn't hear anything.

Only then did he understand why the leader's face suddenly became so bad.

The ruthless luchach didn't even leave them a chance to explain.

The mission failed and they have been sentenced to death.

Several people stood there quietly, and no one spoke.

I don't know how long it took, there was a sudden gunshot around them.

Several people didn't even turn around because they knew that someone had ended their life ahead of time.

Under such circumstances, choosing suicide is also a good way to die, at least much better than being tortured to death in the hands of the enemy.

The remaining few people were also holding guns in their hands, and their hearts were thinking about the choices they were going to make.

If you can't escape, you may be caught and tortured by the other party. Even if they escape from here, they will be chased and killed by the organization.

No matter advance or retreat, there is no way.

At this time, the roar of police sirens came from a distance.

The leader's eyes flashed a fierce light. He clenched his teeth, picked up his gun and went out.

Some people followed him out, and others didn't follow him anymore. However, no one cares about this. They have made their own choices and have little relationship with each other.

However, the next second, suddenly a light flashed from both sides, and then there was thick smoke.

Gunfire soon rang out. After a fierce exchange of fire, several bodies lay on the ground.

"Three people escaped from the underground pipeline. They robbed a white car and are fleeing northwest along the highway. Please continue to pursue!" Qin huhao looked at the bodies in front of him and was really unwilling!

These people have good skills. He didn't leave a living mouth!

The remaining hope is that the three ran out. Qin huhao will catch them anyway.

"The road ahead will be cleared for you to continue the pursuit." Zong Mingzhe gave instructions in the command car.

"OK!" Qin huhao happily climbed out of the underground pipeline. Just about to get on the bus with the team members, he suddenly found that someone from the armed police who came with them rode a motorcycle.

Seeing the motorcycle, Qin huhao's eyes suddenly flashed the situation of Feng Xuelan chasing people on the motorcycle. It's fast and flexible. It's really the best tool for chasing people.

Thinking of this, Qin huhao gestured to several team members. They each rode a motorcycle and roared to the northwest.

The flying car chase in the city inevitably attracted news reports. Qin huhao, who rode motorcycles and wore helmets, made a mistake and did not reveal their identity.

However, the news report also captured the chasing picture in the air, and even the picture of the last three people being caught was captured by them.

Although there are thick mosaics on the picture, it doesn't matter whether there are mosaics or not for someone in front of the TV. He knew who the captured people were, because he sent them.

This man is the luchach of the population.

"Hum. Failed?"

The woman's voice came from behind him. The tall man turned his head and looked at the woman coldly.