Chapter 950

After a short time, Meng Zhongjing called reinforcements team completed, together with the rush to the top floor of Baoying building. Because there are so many people coming, the whole corridor is full. Of course, there will be no discipline and order for these mobs. The quiet office buildings have become a noisy food market.

The employees of the company who work here see that the momentum is not right, and they have already scattered and disappeared. As for the company's security and building property, which are responsible for maintaining order, they dare not take any control at all.

The thugs rushed to the general manager's office at the bottom of the corridor. Just about to open the door of the office and rush in, the door suddenly opened. A burly figure was across the door and blocked in front of everyone. It seemed that there was a kind of meaning that one man was in charge of the gate and ten thousand people were not allowed to open it. But this is only one person after all, it is too weak.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and stopped. You look at me and I look at you. I don't know what this guy came from, whether he came to lead or get in the way.

"Well, are you leading or standing in the way?" The leader of the front one raised the stick and pointed to Yang Xiaobao. He yelled: "get out of the way for me if it doesn't matter!"

"Are you all here?"

"I am neither a guide nor a hindrance. I'm here to persuade you to go back. " Yang Xiaobao slightly raised his eyelids, casually played with the browning in his hand, and said with no expression: "I know you are the scum of society. This is a big collection of scum. But I still want to give you a chance, don't want to have a bad life in the next life, get out of here. Give you three minutes and get out of my sight! "

Hearing such arrogant and funny boasting, all the thugs suspected that something was wrong with their ears. After a few seconds of silence, the crowd burst into a burst of roaring Laughter: actually intend to fight against 100 with one, really think you are Superman?

"Bang." A clear shot suddenly rang out. Yang Xiaobao raised his hand and shot the hook of a lotus chandelier the size of a millstone on the ceiling. The chandelier fell down, smashed on the floor, smashed all over the ground, and the glass flakes flew up. The group who stood in front of him and confronted Yang Xiaobao hurriedly stepped back. However, it was a little late, and several of them were cut on their faces by splashed glass pieces, with blood streaming.

"He has a gun!" A few leaders could not help but get a fright, face some hesitation, obviously this is not as funny as they think.

"No, he has six bullets in one gun. So many of us rushed over together and trampled on him three times. " Some people in the crowd at the back yelled and encouraged them, "let's go up together and kill them."

The man's words were not finished. There was a bang and another shot. There was a scream in the crowd. Someone fell down and stopped shouting. The man who was shot was the man who yelled to let everyone rush together.

Yang Xiaobao took a breath at the smoldering muzzle of the gun, gave a cold glance at the frightened thugs and thugs, and sneered: "hide behind and yell to let others die. If you follow behind and pick up a bargain, you'll have a good abacus. But don't think that if you stand behind me, I can't reach you. "

All of a sudden, the scene quieted down. You can see me and I can see you. No one dares to step forward boldly. More than half of his courage has been killed by two bullets in succession, and his mind is also sober: the other party's pistol can only shoot a few shots, kill four or five people, and it is impossible to deal with so many people.

But the key is, who will die first? No one wants to block others' guns and die first. Everyone hesitates. But it doesn't retreat immediately. After all, it's too shameless. More than 100 people were scared away by each other. How can they mess around in the future?

"Three minutes is almost over." Yang Xiaobao looked at his watch and showed a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth. At the same time, intentionally or unintentionally, he pulled the bolt, snapped and loaded the bullet.

The effect of death threat is obvious. More than a dozen people in the front row can't help but shrink back a few steps. As soon as they were about to die, they were about to disintegrate. Suddenly, someone called out, "go!"

The crowd heard the order of the collective forward, more than one hundred people and horses together, the formation is very terrible. Yang Xiaobao did not shoot people, but immediately flashed back to the office, quickly closed the door and locked.

He is not so stupid as to seriously think that a small pistol can really hold up. If he delays for a while, it will be OK for a town. Once the situation gets out of control, ten guns may not work. And from the beginning, Yang Xiaobao did not plan to fight with these people at all, because there was no need. Even if we can fight against 100 with one, it's a very tiring thing to get all the more than 100 people down. It's better to hand over the catch to the police, and Yang Xiaobao prefers to fish.

The door of the office is banging outside. The heavy solid wood door is not so easy to damage. The corridor is very narrow. Even if there are many people, they can't open it. It can last for a few minutes. Of course, the key is to get backup. Yang Xiaobao picked up his mobile phone and was about to call Zhao Liangcheng to ask where he was. Suddenly, a strange number called in directly.

It looks like the number dialed in by mistake. Tianyang Xiaobao can't think about it and refuses to hang up. However, the other party immediately called in again. Yang Xiaobao had different feelings and pressed the answer button: "who is it, can I help you?"

"It's me, Wang Xin." The call was actually a female police officer who was ridden by Yang Xiaobao yesterday. Her tone sounded very anxious. "My uncle Zhao asked me to come instead of him. He said it was inconvenient for him to come and take you away."

"It's better if Lao Zhao doesn't come." Yang Xiaobao gave a wry smile, and immediately understood Zhao Liangcheng's worry about not showing up in person - all the time, he was too close to himself. From the public point of view, in the police department of Haizhou City, there are many people who know their relationship. On the private side, it's embarrassing for one friend to handcuff another.

"Uncle Zhao didn't come here, but they were all set up." Wang Xin seems to be worried that Yang Xiaobao is too anxious, deliberately slowing down the tone, soft voice said: "you can rest assured, everything has been arranged properly, absolutely will not let you out of any situation..."

"How many people have you brought?" Outside, hundreds of people are still blocking the door, banging against the door. Yang Xiaobao feels that the whole room seems to be shaking slightly. He can't care to listen to the woman's wordiness. Impatiently, he interrupts her: "how many people have you brought?"

"Ten! What's the matter? " Wang Xin Leng for a while, it seems that he doesn't understand why Yang Xiaobao is so concerned about the number of people. He is very surprised and says: "ten policemen are not enough to deal with a gang of hooligans?"

"It's not a group, it's a group." Unable to laugh or cry, Yang Xiaobao turned on the handsfree phone and approached the door to let the other party listen, "do you hear me? There are more than one hundred people outside. They are crashing into the door and are going to rush in and eat me. Even more than 100 pigs are enough for me to catch all day, let alone more than 100 people. Can you bring such a little bit here for a fart? "

With these words, Yang Xiaobao directly hung up the phone, and an old saying suddenly appeared in his mind: people must rely on themselves.

Although their plans are satisfactory, but people are not as good as heaven, and not everyone can cooperate with themselves. At present, there are more than 100 people outside, so we have to find a way to get rid of them.

The sound of knocking against the door outside was getting louder and louder. Someone was shouting wildly: "let's hurry in and kill this turtle!"

What to do? What to do? If you only fight by hand, you will be exhausted even if you are not killed.

Yang Xiaobao's mind turned quickly, and his eyes fell on a wine cabinet against the wall in the office. The ghost boss Meng seems to have a taste for wine. He specially installed a large wine cabinet in the office. The wine cabinet is full of all kinds of foreign wine.