The sound of rain gradually stopped, and the sky above the city gradually penetrated into the clear light. In spring, flowers bloomed in full bloom, and after bathing in the clear water, they became more and more bright. The leaves were shining brightly in the sunlight, and the green trees on the street swayed gently in the cool breeze. People in the provincial capital lived as they had been like for many years. The vendors on the street were still playing guerrilla warfare with the urban management. Children after school held small wooden signs and crossed the road very strictly.

At an intersection outside the provincial capital, the atmosphere was very tense, and the new yellow and tender green crops outside the farmhouse were trembling.

There are no farmers here and no cars passing by. It is extremely quiet. In the middle of the wide road, a dilapidated long-distance bus is parked.

There are many masked men in uniform on both sides of the road, holding weapons that are not equipped by ordinary military and police, and tightly surrounding the long-distance bus.

The sections of roads that are several kilometers away have been blocked.

The two sides confronted each other.

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"Listen to the people inside, you are surrounded, release the hostages immediately and raise your hand to surrender."

The person who called was a woman with a slightly angry face. The woman had a ponytail and long eyebrows were like a sword. She looked very refreshing. She was Qin Qier, the director of the Sixth Department of the Provincial Capital.

I don’t know how long it took, the door of the broken long-distance bus was opened, and the passengers inside slowly walked down with a morsel face, their legs were shaking constantly. Soon, staff from six departments rushed forward bravely and picked up the passengers.

"Director Qin, I have checked it. The target did not slip off by the opportunity. It should be still in the car." A team member came to report.

Qin Qier frowned slightly, her face was very calm, but her clenched right fist revealed her inner tension: "When will the Beijing commando arrive as soon as possible?"

"Forty-two minutes."

"It's too late."

Qin Qier sighed, raised a small display screen with her left hand, and six most confidential files suddenly appeared on the display screen, including the dangerous people set up in the six over the years.

The display screen showed a face. The face looked like a foolish and powerful Zhongshan suit, wearing a blue Kaji cloth, under the greasy split head, and a pair of black-framed glasses were mounted on the high nose bridge.

This photo seems to be taken many years ago.

"Is it confirmed that it's this person?"

"Yes." The team member confirmed the identity of the target on the long-distance bus.

Qin Qier cursed in her heart: "Didn't you die long ago? Yi Tianxing! How many people have you deceived!"

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There are no more people on the streets, and the work efficiency of the six departments is very high. In a short period of time, the urban area was closed and the long-distance truck was blocked.

The long-distance truck drove to Hunan and was found by six locations spread across the country, but it was too late to set up a lot of ambush.

So, there was such a confrontation.

A middle-aged man slowly walked off the long-distance bus and wore a very ordinary jacket. Black-framed glasses that seemed to have never changed were still placed on the bridge of his nose. He sniffed and took deep breaths of the fresh air after the rain, as if he was very satisfied with the smell of the place.

He got out of the car, and there was a wide and quiet street next to it. The people who surrounded him dared to stay away hundreds of meters away, so a large open area was vacant.

As soon as his feet fell to the ground, there was a crackling sound coming from all around him, and there was still a sound of charging the instrument...

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"Shuping Chen, please surrender immediately, and the government will not blame you."

Qin Qier's face was slightly pale, and she stood bravely at the forefront, shouting in a clear voice.

Everyone in the Sixth Division knew who Chen Shuping was. A few years ago, a war in Jiujiang had become one of the most discussed topics in secret by the staff of the Sixth Division. That night, earthquakes were repeated, countless casualties, lunar eclipse and clouds changed, and even missiles were used. However, Qin Tonger, the Sixth Division Director, almost died. Such a powerful existence really scared everyone.

According to legend, this Chen Shuping has been shot dead by Deputy Director Yi himself. Why... Will he appear in the provincial capital again today?

Everyone was very nervous and aimed the well-loaded Chongwu and some Qimen weapons at Chen Shuping.

Wherever tens of millions of guns and bullets were approaching, Chen Shuping carried his travel bag, his face was as usual, unspeakable arrogance, and his facial features without a trace of expression expressed his contempt for the powerful power of human beings.

The war was about to break out, and the streets after the rain were silent.

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"Lingling...Lingling..."

From the farthest part of the street, a bicycle came over leisurely. The one riding was a child, a little fat, looking at him, pressing the bell, riding on the street wet with the rain.

"Stop him!"

The staff from the Sixth Department shouted, a little anxious. It was not good to see the war between the immortals breaking out, which affected the child.

But for some reason, the bicycle easily broke through the six defense lines, slowly rode onto the street, and stopped about five meters away from the dilapidated long-distance bus.

With a "crunch", the bicycle stopped, some mud and water splashed, and the slightly fat child stepped on the ground with one foot.

The child glanced at Chen Shuping who was dragging a travel bag.

The bicycle under his butt was painted colorfully, red and green, which looked very annoying.

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The child looked Chen Shuping from head to toe and suddenly said, "Master Master wants me to ask, what are you doing?"

Chen Shuping no longer had a disdainful expression when facing mortals. He smiled bitterly, then took out a white cloth from his arms and shook it on his right hand.

"Oh, sincerity, come up."

The staff at the six departments outside were stunned. A few young men from the passionate Taoist sect were about to learn from Huang Jiguang, and rushed forward to exchange their lives for the safety of the child.

But the staff of the six departments who had seen this child were all relieved, thinking that when this little ancestor came, his life would be saved.

Qin Qier shouted anxiously: "Yi Zhu, be careful."

The slightly fat child was Xiao Yizhu. He looked back at Qin Qier and said in a soft voice: "Aunt Qi, come on."

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The bicycle ringtone of the nail ringtone rang again in the empty streets, repeatedly and repeatedly.

The colorful bicycles were gradually moving farther and farther away on the street. The one riding the bicycle was a little fat man. Sitting behind, holding the little fat man's waist was the nervous-faced Chen Dog's face. The white cloth on Chen Dog's right hand was shaking gently.

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Guiyuan Temple after the rain is particularly beautiful. After washing the vertical plaque, it is clearly black and yellow. The green trees inside and outside the temple walls gradually merge, and the meaning of tranquility is full of tranquility.

With a series of crisp ringtones, the bicycle stopped at the main entrance of Guiyuan Temple.

Chen Shuping supported his feet and stood up from the Er-4 bicycle, lowered his head slightly, shook the white cloth in his hand, and asked in a low voice: "Where is Yi Tianxing?"

"My dad went out to play."

“Where have you gone?”

"have no idea."

Yi Zhu gave him an angry look, parked his bicycle next to the stone pillar, and prepared to lead him in.

"So he is not here." Chen Shuping was a little embarrassed, "Can I not go in?"

Yi Zhu didn't say anything, and Chen Shuping knew that it would be impossible not to go in."

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Master Binku led a few capable disciples to meet him in the back garden and saluted respectfully: "I have met the immortal official."

"Forget it." Chen Shuping said casually, still having a trace of arrogance.

After entering the stone arch in the back garden, I walked across a small lake, stepped on the small bridge on the lake, and came to the front of the hut.

Everyone left, leaving only Chen Shuping standing in front of the hut with uneasy and fear.

"I'm wondering, you dog is afraid that you will come like this, so you dare to come?"

The buzzing sound of the ancestors echoed in the back garden.

Chen Shuping was so excited that he quickly shook the white cloth on his right hand like begging for mercy. The white cloth floated in the air of Chuji, as soft and pitiful as the willow catkins in the early spring.

"Baiqi? Sigh! My family is not going to be prosperous!"

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A giant hand shining with a light golden light suddenly stretched out from the hut, roaring through the wind, and slapped Chen Shuping on the head!

After a loud bang, Chen Shuping played the most authentic dog chewing mud, and his whole head was buried in the soil.

He supported the ground with both hands, pulled his head out of the soil under the bluestone slab, shook his head, as if he was being photographed a little unconscious, and he smiled.

The ancestor slapped this smile with another palm.

There was another loud noise, and Chen Shuping's head was smashed into the mud again, and then he pulled it out like he pulled a carrot.

There are three such things.
To be continued...