"well!"

The performance of the opera troupe from Henan was a opera troupe. Among them, there were several famous actors wearing costumes. But as soon as they appeared on stage, they put on a white crane spread their wings, which immediately caused cheers and applause.

Unfortunately, Song Mingjing didn't know anyone, and he was not interested at all.

He seemed to be staring at the stage intently, but in fact he was fully committed to the plot points in the small box.

Starting more than ten minutes ago, the original zero-return plot points fluctuated violently, rising all the way, and rising slowly. So far, he has grabbed 18 plot points.

Although there was no close contact with the battlefield, just judging from the increase in the plot points, Song Mingjing could have imagined that the battle there had begun, and he met with a ruthless person like Hua Feihua and argued head-on. Even if the Fangjia Village Police Station had the advantage of numbers and weapons, it would be difficult and very dangerous.

Song Mingjing tapped the table with his finger, and guessed that no matter the outcome, the battle should be almost over.

After all, although the force of this world is not weak, it is not as good as martial arts fantasy. It has a long qi veins and can easily fight for days and nights.

Judging from the fights in the TV series, the world's martial arts style is sharp and quick. It emphasizes one blow to defeat the enemy without consuming excess energy.

Sure enough, after a while, a rash man rushed into the venue in a panic. He ignored the audience who was fascinated by the audience and shouted: "What happened! Something happened!"

"What a big deal happened! I just saw the police force carrying the wounded over, covered in blood. I don't know whether it's dead or alive. It's so scary!"

"What?" The villagers sitting in the distance might not be able to hear it clearly, but some villagers nearby could hear it sincerely and hurriedly grabbed the reckless man and asked about the reason. They looked anxious. Perhaps their children also worked in the police station.

When the scene was clamoring, another police officer rushed to the venue and rushed directly to Song Mingjing and said, "Mr. Song, the boss sent me to invite you there."

"Let's go and lead the way in front." Song Mingjing took a sip of tea and stood up slowly.

In a short while, inside the Fangjia Village Police Station.

In the director's office, Xiaofo, Zhao Wuliang, Fang Shisanniang and You Dasheng gathered.

The atmosphere in the office was a bit stagnant, and the four of them were silent. Even the smiling Buddha, who always showed himself in the image of Maitreya Buddha, was always smiling and welcoming people.

With a "click", the door was pushed open and Song Mingjing walked in.

Seeing him coming, You Dasheng sighed heavily, his face full of sorrow: "Brother Song, you are here, sit down first."

Song Mingjing found a random seat and sat down, and asked, "What's the situation?"

You Dasheng sighed again and glanced at Zhao Wuliang, who said gloomyly: "This time we killed two brothers and injured seven people. Even if three of them are healed, they will never be able to be police again. The losses are too heavy!"

Song Mingjing was slightly silent and said, "I will publish this incident in the newspaper to promote the heroic deeds of the police in Fangjia Village, so that they can receive the praise and glory they deserve."

Zhao Wuliang's face was slightly slower and he bowed: "Thank you, Mr. Song."

Song Mingjing shook his head. He just let his identity as a reporter use his remaining energy.

When he first traveled to this world, after experiencing the initial panic, Song Mingjing made a plan for himself. In the early stage, he hugged the Guangzhou Daily tightly to maintain his identity as a reporter, and then wrote about the Legend of the Condor Heroes, the Dragon Basketballs, Li Xiao Dao, or the rise of a great power... Being a literary copyist, may it be a myth that a generation of literary tycoons will become a myth of the rise of a generation of literary tycoons?!

Of course, this plan is no longer useful now.

With the opportunity to take an extraordinary path, what journalists, what literary talent, let’s play ball!

"What about flowers?"

Song Mingjing looked at You Dasheng, Fang Shisanniang, and saw Fang Shisanniang's face turned slightly white, covering her left arm with her right hand, and a little bit of blood was stained on her clothes, and she was obviously injured.

You Dasheng looked at Fang Shisanniang with concern and said worriedly: "Shisanniang, your injury is fine! We can handle it here. You should go back and teach the doctor to treat the wound first!"

"I'm fine, just a little bit of injury. But I'm really old. If I were young, Hua Feihua wouldn't be so easy to hurt me."

Fang Shisanniang shook her head with a wry smile, and then said, "Hua Feihua was run away by him, but we grabbed his subordinate and were locked in the interrogation room for interrogation. But her mouth was too hard to pry out any useful information."

Song Mingjing had long guessed that Hua Feihua was not caught. The reason why he asked this question was because he had previously set himself that a secret line for Hua Feihua by an organization in the government should always ask about it and express his concern?

What surprised him was that Situ Wuqing was arrested.

"I don't know Mr. Song, what are your plans...?" Fang Shisanniang said carefully.

Song Mingjing pondered, and thoughts flashed rapidly in his mind, thinking about how to answer.

Rumble!!

At this moment, it was like a thunderbolt thunder exploded, and something seemed to explode not far away. The entire office shook violently for a few times, and the ashes and dust fell down.

A faint wave of air came over. Even when she sat on the chair, Song Mingjing's body staggered forward and almost fell.

"The direction of the explosion is where the prison and the interrogation room?" Zhao Wuliang's face changed drastically, and he scribbled the pistol in his hand.

A strange laugh of madness and arrogance sounded and came into the ears of several people. When you heard this familiar and terrifying voice, You Dasheng's hand trembled and said in a lost voice: "Hua is not a flower!"

No one expected that Hua Feihua had just fought with them and seemed to retreat, and then he rushed to the police station, so arrogant and arrogant.

Bang!

"He is just a mad dog who catches and bites whom!" Fang Shisanniang slapped the table, jumped up, and gritted her teeth: "Let's go to the explosion, Hua Feihua must want to save the prisoner, and must not let him succeed."

This is the normal thinking. As the leader, Hua Feihua killed him to save his subordinates.

However, Fang Shisanniang forgot what she just said, Hua Feihua is a mad dog, so how can she be treated as a normal person?

After a few people got up and walked out the door, a loud blast came from above their heads. The tiles broke and flew away, the beams broke, and a huge hole suddenly appeared on the roof, throwing a large area of ​​light into the house.
Chapter completed!