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"Haha …"

This was not a matter of leisure at all, but of being even busier.

With Yang Wucheng here, Zhong Wentao explained the situation briefly, told his Wilson's name, and also mentioned that Natasha was the daughter of the head of the Western Ocean Nation. Yang Wucheng roughly knew that this matter could not be handled.

These three people were well-known for causing trouble in the night market. He felt like the pressure on the team leader position was growing.

They stopped at a place relatively close to the association and sent Zhong Wentao off.

In order to express his friendliness, Yang Wucheng had even personally dropped him off.

Zhong Wentao laughed. Just as he was about to let him leave, he felt a dangerous aura around him.

With a start, he quickly looked around. Although there was nothing, he still felt it. It was the instinct of his body.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Wucheng asked.

"Be careful!"

As Zhong Wentao said that, he quickly rolled to the side and entered into the neatly trimmed bushes.

Yang Wucheng looked around dumbly, not understanding what was going on.

In the next second, a loud gunshot came out, the bullet grazed Yang Wucheng's body and directly knocked him down.

Before the two policemen in the car could react, the window of the car was broken. The bullet quickly entered their bodies and directly fell onto the seat, not moving at all.

With the help of the police car as a cover, he quickly crawled towards Zhong Wentao. He had already understood that only by following Zhong Wentao would he be able to survive.

Yang Wucheng took out his gun and gave it to Zhong Wentao. Yang Wucheng had already recovered to being a special guard and was only scratched, so it did not affect him fighting against these people.

"F * ck, they actually dare to secretly hide their weapons. If I catch them, they'll break out of the prison."

Yang Wucheng scolded, he was truly angry.

Zhong Wentao didn't know about guns and ammunition, but he could feel that the opponent's firepower was much stronger than theirs. The sounds produced by the bullets were all different, and the power was also greater … Their weapons have been modified. "

Yang Wucheng said helplessly.

They only had two ordinary pistols, and Zhong Wentao would not use them. He was the only one who used them to fight against the firepower.

"Call the police!"

Yang Wucheng shouted. He could only do this.

"Call the police?"

Aren't you the police?

Without any hesitation, he quickly called 110. The other party said that they would send a police car to support him soon, so he hung up the phone.

Only then did Yang Wucheng think of a question, and quickly turned back to glance at Zhong Wentao, all of them were probably coming for him.

"Sorry for dragging you down."

Zhong Wentao laughed and said, causing him to almost faint.

Just how many people did this Godly Doctor provoke to actually have such fierce fire chasing after him? He regretted it, he should have left earlier.

"Don't worry, I won't die."

Patting his shoulder, Zhong Wentao did not mind.

But Yang Wucheng was afraid, he did not want to die.

Fortunately, there were many police cars here, and they started firing at the people in front of them. Zhong Wentao stuck his head out to see what was going on, and instantly, a bullet shot out from a crafty position and grazed Zhong Wentao's scalp down to the ground. If not for the fact that Zhong Wentao was fast in dodging, his head would have been penetrated.

The stench of blood immediately pervaded the air. He no longer looked around, but knew who had done it.

It was the Sharpshooter that had fired the shot. This was his third time encountering this person and he was never able to gain an advantage from it. This person's identity was a mystery and he was truly curious.

"You're crazy!"

Yang Wucheng shouted. He still wanted to watch the commotion even at a time like this.

This man had to treat Kang Mingli. If he died here, Kang Mingli would kill him.

Zhong Wentao tensed up, he felt that this gunfight was strange.

Suddenly, behind him, there was a sound of movement, the body of a Young police officer in the police car was moving, as if he was alive.

Yang Wucheng heaved a sigh of relief and quickly opened the car door, signalling two people to bring the wounded away.

"This is bad!"

Zhong Wentao shouted, this man was deceitful!

Sure enough, the moment the car door opened, Young police officer jumped out, the dagger in his hand flashed coldly, his target was Zhong Wentao.

Yang Wucheng quickly took a step forward and raised his spear, but the dagger managed to knock the spear down even faster and left a long wound on Yang Wucheng's hand.

The officer raised his dagger once again. Zhong Wentao quickly kicked Yang Wucheng's butt, pushing him away like a dog eating shit, helping him to dodge the fatal strike.

Seeing that his dagger had missed, the policeman did not mind and quickly attacked Zhong Wentao.

The officers' attacks and the falling bullets gave Zhong Wentao a sense of crisis.

Yang Wucheng had already been kicked to a more concealed position, and was temporarily out of danger.

Turning around, he saw Zhong Wentao's handgun shoot out, a bullet unsteadily landed on the policeman's face and exploded, directly piercing through his eyeballs, causing half of his head to be smashed off.

"F * ck!"

He shouted in his heart, he had never shot a person at such a close range before, the policeman's brain was sprayed out, some of it even landed on Zhong Wentao's face, making him look extremely terrifying.

Raising his hand to wipe his face, Zhong Wentao looked at the handgun in his hand.

With a gentle hook, he could kill someone without them noticing … Thinking of this, he turned around and shot towards the Sharpshooter. That person was over a hundred meters away from him, and the gun in his hand didn't support him at all.

Zhong Wentao did not know about this, and did not mind.

He raised his hand towards the Sharpshooter's position and hooked his fingers. At the same time the bullet shot out, he spread a trace of his breath onto the gun, enveloping the bullet and launching it even faster.

With a muffled sound, his bullet actually hit the person over there.

Then, an even more powerful bullet came back, proving that the Sharpshooter wasn't hit and that someone else was.

"You must be joking!"

Yang Wucheng's mouth was wide open, he could not believe it.

That was a hundred yards distance, how could the gun in Zhong Wentao's hand do that?

He must be seeing things, that must be it!

The other party clearly did not expect Zhong Wentao to have such power, the fight continued, but the firepower was obviously reduced, and they were already preparing to retreat.

The surrounding police quickly rushed up, passing by Zhong Wentao and the others, taking advantage of their victory to give chase.

Throwing down the gun in his hand, Zhong Wentao felt a faint pain in his palm. This thing was not something that an ordinary person could take.

His hands could hold medicine and he could fight, but shooting was not the right thing to do.

Yang Wucheng was still in a state of shock as he looked at him blankly, unable to say a single word.

"Officer Yang, I hope today's matter can be kept a secret."

Squatting on the ground, parallel to his line of sight, Zhong Wentao said with a smile.

"Confidential?"

"This gun battle has nothing to do with me, and I didn't fight back, do you understand?"

Zhong Wentao chuckled, his eyes filled with an irrefutable resolve.

"This …"

Yang Wucheng was a little hesitant.

"I believe the Officer Yang has a way, don't I?"

Saying that, he patted Yang Wucheng's shoulder. The gun wound was still there, causing Yang Wucheng to immediately feel pain.

Was Zhong Wentao doing this on purpose to warn him, or to warn him?

"Then you should know who did it, right? Give us a direction to investigate. "

Officer Yang shouted.

"Vastheaven Sect, do you dare to investigate?"

He spoke faintly, his eyes filled with contempt.

In an instant, Yang Wucheng's face became even more unsightly. Although not everyone knew the three words' Vastheaven Sect ', the moment someone found out, it meant something.

As the captain of the number one team, Yang Wucheng had naturally come into contact with this name before.

These three words were highly confidential in the police station's archives, and he would often go on a quest to track him down. That person was one of the people from the Vastheaven Sect and was supposed to capture him, but because of the words' Vastheaven Sect ', that person was released without a crime, and he was still at large.

It was just that he did not expect Zhong Wentao to know of it as well.

Looking at Yang Wucheng's expression, Zhong Wentao knew that there was nothing else for him to do.

"What, have you really heard this name before? I lied to you. "

Zhong Wentao laughed, causing Yang Wucheng's expression to become even uglier.

He had been tricked, tricked by Zhong Wentao!

With regards to the existence of the Vastheaven Sect, he should not have told anyone about it. With Zhong Wentao's intelligence, he could easily find out how indulgent the police station was to him.

Although he did not understand the reason, ordinary citizens should not know about this matter.

If he knew, he wouldn't be able to keep his life.

"You …"

Who is it?

He didn't say this out loud. He endured the uncomfortable feeling in his body and didn't dare to ask another question.

In the next second, Yang Wucheng spat out a mouthful of blood, which surprised Zhong Wentao.

He quickly stepped forward and sealed Yang Wucheng's heart veins with his fingers.

The gunshot wound just now was accompanied by stimulation, causing a huge blow to Yang Wucheng.

In his many years as a special police officer, Yang Wucheng had suffered from many of his old injuries which he had yet to treat.

As he checked's pulse, Zhong Wentao was also shocked that a body like Yang Wucheng's would normally not show any signs at all.

"What's wrong with me?"

Yang Wucheng was very anxious, his body was filled with a strange feeling, which almost forced him to his death.

"It's just an old injury and new injuries."

Zhong Wentao said softly.

"How could this be?"

Yang Wucheng turned pale with fright, and his head became dizzy, ready to faint at any moment.

There were no more policemen around them. All of them were in the distance, and they could still hear the faint sounds of gunfire.

Zhong Wentao didn't say anything more. He simply instructed Yang Wucheng what kind of position he should be in and quickly left. He wanted Yang Wucheng to go to the Ciji Hall tomorrow and treat him properly once.

Looking at Zhong Wentao's leaving figure, Yang Wucheng turned his eyes, filled with a dangerous expression.

His head hurt more and more, and he couldn't concentrate.

Before entering the Chinese Medical Association, he took off his blood-stained clothes and hung it on his wrist. It was dark in the night, and it was difficult to see the dark red bloodstains on his black pants.

A small hole was opened in the security guard's small window, and with a glance from inside, he was allowed to enter.

He quickly entered, leaving behind the stench of blood. The security guards did not care when they smelled it, and did not know that it was from Zhong Wentao.

police station, Media, Government.

These three places had become the most noisy places in the city. The large-scale gunfight had begun, causing the citizens to panic, all of them waiting for a reply, even Dai Liren was waiting.