"Turn on the lights! Team One, Team Two, Sniper, Commando! Quick! Quick! Quick!" Cao Yi's voice was very low, but everyone could hear it clearly. "Turn on the lights! Team One, Team Two, Sniper, Commando! Quick! Quick! Quick!" Cao Yi's voice was very low, but everyone could hear it clearly.
All the lights were turned on, and the straight light shot out, illuminating the dark factory not far away.
When the lights were turned on, there was a lot of commotion in the dark and quiet factory over there. Although the sound was far away, it was heard in the night wind and fell into Wang Chao's ears, like a nest of mice suddenly awakened.
Just as Wang Chao and Zhu Jia and several other reporters got off the car, dozens of gun-wielding figures jumped out of more than 20 police cars. They were all agile and agile. They were divided into many small teams and scattered in dark corners where the lights could not reach, and then quickly moved towards the factory.
"This... seems to be of high quality. The people's police are really amazing when they take action."
Wang Chao watched this scene and couldn't help but admire: "If the criminals hiding in the factory, can they escape these arrests?"
Putting himself in the shoes of the criminals, his brain worked quickly, combined with the surrounding terrain and the police's arrangement, he finally came to the conclusion that if he was in the factory and faced this arrest, the chance of escape was only one in ten.
He didn't know whether these people were armed police, special police or other soldiers.
Including this operation, he didn't know what the target was to be arrested, he only knew that his current task was to protect the beautiful reporter Zhu Jia for an interview.
After all, he was an outsider, and Cao Yi would not reveal the internal plan to him.
Zhu Jia is a hot potato, which is very troublesome for this arrest operation. But she is a person who cannot be offended. Since she is a trouble and cannot be offended, it is natural to find a scapegoat to bear this trouble.
"Hurry up and follow the team. What are you doing? Go in quickly, carry the camera, and be sure to take the first-hand footage." At this time, Zhu Jia spoke, scolding several male reporters fiercely, and then took the microphone, adjusted the helmet, and followed dozens of special police officers in.
Wang Chao did not say much, but followed closely beside him, his whole body tensed up, his hair stood up, his ears listened to six directions, his eyes looked in all directions, and his spirit was in a highly nervous state.
Cao Yi, who was standing by, also saw that Zhu Jia actually followed him, and smiled bitterly on his face, knowing that it was useless to persuade him, and too much talk would make enemies.
But after all, he was worried, waved his hand, and the two special police officers beside him also hung not far behind.
The two special police officers were the ones who had tried their hand with Wang Chao before. They were obviously the best and had rich combat experience. With the double insurance, Cao Yi breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to let out the breath, a noisy voice came from the walkie-talkie in his hand.
"Report to the director, I am a commando. I have entered the factory and encountered fire resistance. The firepower is not strong. The people inside have no heavy weapons, only pistols. Please give instructions!"
"Break through by force!" Cao Yi snorted, as if uttering four cold words.
Zhu Jia, the reporter and Wang Chao entered the factory smoothly. After all, there was a vanguard to open the way, and they just followed behind.
This abandoned factory seemed to be the old site of a town enterprise. The walls on all sides collapsed everywhere, red bricks were scattered on the ground, wormwood was full of the yard, and rats were infested.
Bang bang bang! A chaotic burst of gunfire rang out, breaking the quiet night sky, which seemed a bit unreal.
When several male reporters heard the gunshots, they seemed to tremble all over, and the cameras they were carrying also shook violently.
"What are you doing? You are scared by this situation. Think about those war correspondents. If you don't carry the camera, I will deduct your bonus when you go back!" Zhu Jia was a little excited and scolded a few words, "Point the camera at me!" Seeing the camera pointed at him, Zhu Jia's face changed immediately, "Dear audience, I am... This is the scene of the arrest of the drug trafficking gang... Now our public security armed police soldiers and the criminals are having a fierce gunfight..." After quickly introducing the matter, Zhu Jia waved his hand and pointed the camera to the front. Several people had already completely entered. The factory buildings were very deep, and although there were car lights from outside, it was very dark inside. There were sporadic gunshots, and then Wang Chao saw several assault teams holding submachine guns, crouching behind a low wall, and firing fiercely at the depths of the dark factory building. Da da da! Da da da! The fierce gunfire lasted for a minute and then fell silent. It was obvious that the drug trafficking gang lurking inside was completely suppressed and killed. The leading special police waved their hands, and the figures suddenly separated and rushed into various factories to search.
"Fire suppression, so powerful!" Wang Chao saw a real gunfight for the first time. The flames spit out by the dozen submachine guns and the fierce firing made him a little frightened.
While frightened, Wang Chao compared his boxing and firearms: "What kind of mood did the masters of the Republic of China feel in front of firearms? Did Mr. Cheng Tinghua feel the same when facing firearms? Mr. Huang Feihong, after seeing guns and cannons at sea, was discouraged and never talked about martial arts again. Wasn't he in the same mood?"
Deep sorrow and inexplicable emotions suddenly surged from Wang Chao's heart.
"People are dispersing, who are they with?" Seeing the large group dispersed, several male reporters were dumbfounded.
"Go to the direction of the firing just now!" Zhu Jia stomped his feet and spoke. Several people touched the firing point in the center of the dark factory.
As soon as he entered the gate, he saw a wide abandoned production workshop with some rusty machines and a few rays of light shining in from outside, which vaguely showed the situation inside.
Wang Chao saw it at a glance. Several bodies that were beaten like a hornet's nest were either lying on the ground or crawling on the machines, and blood was flowing everywhere on the ground.
A strong smell of blood filled the air, and combined with the rotten and moldy smell in the factory, it made people feel like vomiting.
Wow! Several male reporters vomited involuntarily.
Wang Chao had seen dead people before. The last time Cao Jingjing was kidnapped, the long-haired kidnapper was killed by his three-step cannon punch in the air.
Although the kidnapper was killed in large part because his hair got tangled in the fan and he didn't kill him personally, he had seen dead people after all, so he could keep his composure.
"Follow up in front! It's useless!" Zhu Jia actually had nothing to do. He walked around the bodies, cursed, and asked people to take pictures while walking inside.
At this moment, bang! A gunshot came from the black door behind the machine, and a male reporter suddenly fell down, screaming loudly on the ground.
The gun hit his arm.
"Lie down!" The two special police officers who came in from behind shouted immediately when they heard the sound, lying on the ground, rolling a few times swiftly, hiding in a blind spot, and raised their guns to shoot inside.
At this time, their lives are important, so these two special police officers will naturally not run up stupidly to protect Zhu Jia. Then they will become martyrs gloriously.
There are not many heroes who protect others when encountering gun battles on TV in reality.
The other two male reporters shouted "Oh my God" and also lay on the ground, like a pheasant who only cares about the head but not the tail.
Wang Chao reacted very quickly, hugged and pushed with both hands, and pushed Zhu Jia to the ground and pressed him under him.
It must be said that Wang Chao's Tai Chi power has gradually touched the upper level. This push was very light. Zhu Jia only felt his body lighten, and then it was like a feather gently falling to the ground.
Then, Wang Chao pressed on, and their breaths collided. Zhu Jia panicked and struggled instinctively.
"What are you doing? Get out of here! I know how to lie down!" Zhu Jia also understood the current situation, but she couldn't stand being pressed on by a man, so she immediately lowered her voice and said angrily.
At this moment, gunshots were heard from the door on the other side. Bang! A bullet bounced several times and bounced on Wang Chao, feeling very painful.
The two special police hid behind the bunker and took out their guns to shoot at the door on the other side, without any consideration for this side.
"Get up quickly, go! The people in there have been killed, let's go in!"
Zhu Jia turned over and climbed up, snatched the camera thrown on the ground by a male reporter, and then touched the middle door behind the machine from the side.
"This female reporter is so brave, she doesn't care about her life!"
Wang Chao jumped up and followed.
After entering another door, it was an empty workshop. A table and more than a dozen benches were placed in the middle. On the table were rows of scattered flour bags.
In addition, there were three special police officers lying on the ground and groaning faintly.
These three special police officers had no gunshot wounds, but they had lost their combat effectiveness. They were obviously beaten like this.
In addition, there were more than a dozen corpses wearing various clothes.
Most of them were just shot and did not die. Some were still struggling.
"Drugs!" When Wang Chao saw the things on the table, the shadow of drugs that often appeared on TV immediately emerged in his mind.
Crash! Suddenly, a corpse on the ground jumped up. Wang Chao pushed Zhu Jia down again, and saw a wolf-like man carrying two large black suitcases jumping out of the corner, like a snake rushing out, knocking open a row of windows and jumping out.
Outside the window was the collapsed wall, and outside the wall was a deep cornfield. Behind the cornfield was a mountain.
It is summer now, the corn is not ripe yet, but the tall stalks have grown up, taller than people.
In the daytime, it is enough to block people's sight. Not to mention it is night now.
Cao Yi also arranged a commando to surround from the cornfield, but the range is a bit large. Without five or six hundred people, it is impossible to surround this place like an iron barrel.
The special police who rushed in earlier were actually knocked down.
It can be seen that this is not an ordinary criminal gang.
"Chase..." A special police vaguely felt someone coming in and made a slight sound.
"I'm fine, chase quickly!" Zhu Jia also saw it, and pushed Wang Chao who was pressing on him.
Wang Chao saw the skills of the man who escaped through the window, and knew that the other party was a master, and he felt itchy in his heart.
Moreover, under the moonlight, at the moment of passing through the window, Wang Chao only saw that the man was carrying two large black suitcases in his hands, and he didn't carry a gun.
There must be good things in the two boxes, mostly money! Wang Chao thought.
Now the room was full of people who had lost their fighting capacity and posed no threat to Zhu Jia. The main force would rush in from behind.
Wang Chao analyzed the situation in his head and suddenly jumped up like a monkey picking fruit from a tree.
He also jumped out in monkey form.
After climbing over the broken wall, the cornfield in front of him rustled like a python rushing forward. Wang Chao dodged and rushed up in a few steps.
In less than two minutes, they were far away from the factory. There were still sporadic gunshots from the factory, but they were not intense.
The black shadow carrying two suitcases also appeared in Wang Chao's sight.
The cornfield had come to the end, and there was a forest in front, with no road. At this moment, the black shadow also knew that someone was chasing him from behind. He suddenly stopped, put down the suitcase, turned around, and opened his body, like a huge crane, flying over close to the ground.
The black shadow changed its momentum when it pounced, and its fist became a bird's beak, hitting Wang Chao's throat fiercely.
Wang Chao only felt the strong wind blowing on his face, his Adam's apple rolling, and a feeling of suffocation.
"Master!" An expert can tell the difference as soon as he makes a move. Seeing the figure of the black shadow and the momentum of the black shadow, Wang Chao also knew that he had met a master who should not be underestimated.
His left hand became an eagle claw, protecting his throat, and clamped the opponent's crane peck on the throat bone.
Bang! Although he clamped the opponent's crane peck, the opponent's five fingers loosened and then opened. Wang Chao only felt the force expand and could not clamp the opponent.
The pores on the opponent's hands were swollen and bumpy, as if he was wearing a pair of rough iron sand gloves.
"Another internal master, this person's strength is greater than mine! His kung fu is purer and deeper than mine." Wang Chao's combat experience has also become richer. With a slight contact, he has understood many things.
Unable to feel the momentum of the opponent's muscles and bones, Wang Chao was about to retract his hand and jump up to fight. However, the opponent did not withdraw his hand. After Wang Chao's hand was dislodged, he changed his pecking to a flip grab, clamped Wang Chao's arm, and shook it slightly.
"Not good!" Wang Chao only felt the contact, and the opponent's shaking force was transmitted from his arm to his waist. His waist suddenly felt sore, and his legs became weak, and his body squatted down involuntarily.
This was because the opponent had touched his momentum.
Wang Chao knew it was not good, and his heart was suddenly shocked. The blood rushed up, and he put his five fingers together, gathered his hands into a knife, stepped on the ground, bent his knees and waded through the mud, and stepped on the side fiercely.
Fortunately, he had good leg skills, a stable lower body, and a slippery body, so he was not knocked down by the opponent.
"Huh!?" Seeing that he did not knock Wang Chao down, but was instead freed from his arm and turned to the side, and stabbed his waist with his knife, the enemy was also slightly surprised, and a surprised sound came out of his nose.
Snap! He turned around and punched, and collided with Wang Chao's knife. Wang Chao's body shook, and his palm was numb, as if he was stabbed by a cactus.
"Dark Power!" Wang Chao was shocked. If the opponent had mastered Dark Power, he would definitely not be his opponent.
But the next moment, Wang Chao felt that his arm was only slightly numb and itchy, and he did not lose his fighting power. He knew that the opponent might have just stepped onto the edge of Dark Power and could not really release it.
Otherwise, for a master of Dark Power, every time a punch came into contact with a person, the person being hit would feel like a strong electric shock and acupuncture. Just one stimulation would cause nerve atrophy and loss of mobility.
But even if the opponent had not really mastered Dark Power, after trying it twice, Wang Chao was sure that his skills were better than his. So he was careful, stepping on the Bagua footwork, and fighting in circles.
The opponent's boxing was extremely fierce. Sometimes he would fight close to the body, sometimes he would fight straight with a long punch. He would attack from the front, grab the center line, step on the center palace, and hit the air with a crackling sound, like waves hitting the shore.
After three or five rounds, Wang Chao also saw the true face of the enemy. The opponent was a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a slightly round face and not much muscle on his body, but he seemed to have endless energy.
The other party was looking at Wang Chao, and when he found that Wang Chao was actually a teenager, he couldn't help but be more surprised.
"Wing Chun boxing power?" The other party's fighting style is similar to Xingyi, but the punching arm is like a spiral, with great penetrating power. And often close to the body, suddenly send a short punch, the shoulder socket joints and muscles burst, obviously inch force.
"Good eyesight!" The middle-aged man suddenly stepped back, exhaled, and pounced on him like a crane catching a snake.
Wang Chao dodges and swirls, performing monkey-like jumps, avoiding a blow, and then stabbing with a collapsing fist.
Pah pah pah pah, the fists touch each other, and hit four times in a row. Wang Chao suddenly felt numb in his arms and the power was transmitted to his waist. Suddenly, his waist and spine ached, and his breath was almost broken.
The other party used Wing Chun boxing, and his body shape was like a crane catching a snake, which was obviously the boxing of Wing Chun White Crane School.
Wing Chun boxing is very popular in the coastal areas, but there are very few true transmissions. Bruce Lee was born practicing it.
Tai Chi has push hands, Xingyi has rubbing hands, Bagua has winding hands, Wing Chun White Crane has pan hands, and there are also chao hands, tangled hands, etc., all of which emphasize listening to the power through the pores and touching the movement to release the opponent. It can be said that they are of the same internal school and are essentially the same.
The opponent Wang Chao met was a master of pan hands. Not only could Wang Chao not feel his movement, but he was almost knocked down by the opponent.
"This time I really met a master!" Wang Chao felt the strong pressure and became more and more excited. He jumped and dodged and exerted his strength to the limit.
The middle-aged man also fought more and more fiercely, his punches were like a storm, almost completely covering Wang Chao, forcing Wang Chao to fight hard.
The two fought in the cornfield for more than ten times, and Wang Chao had already jumped out.
"Fortunately, the venue is wide." Wang Chao also secretly called it lucky, "Otherwise, I might have been knocked down."
The two black leather boxes were trampled over, and piles of banknotes were scattered.
The banknotes were neither RMB nor US dollars, but purple, with a faint circle of stars in the middle, and a face value of 500 was written in the upper right corner.
This is a large-denomination euro!
The two fought quickly. After two minutes, the middle-aged man seemed a little anxious and attacked frequently, trying to beat Wang Chao to death and then run away.
But Wang Chao did not fight him hard, just defending and circling.
This is not a ring fight, and it is not a foul. It is not so easy for the middle-aged man to beat Wang Chao to death.
At this moment, the cornfield behind him rustled twice, and a person came out.
It was Zhu Jia!
"Oops!" Wang Chao knew something was wrong.
As expected, the middle-aged man smiled grimly, dodged Wang Chao with a punch, and rushed back.
Unexpectedly, Zhu Jia was not flustered. He raised his hand and fired a series of gunshots. The middle-aged man immediately twisted his body like a pole dancer.