Chapter 1519 Cemetery No. 19

When he heard that the other party was about to kill him, the wretched man fell to the ground and begged pitifully: "Heroes, grandpa, please spare me. I said, I said, I really didn't steal anything. The reason why I saw you run away was because I was worried that you were gun bandits."

Gun bandit?

Cen Hanlin's eyes shone brightly, and he also felt that there was something to dig in the vulgar guy's words. This was the conditioned reflex of his years of police career, so he spoke cunningly: "Even if we are gun gangsters, why should we run away if you don't report us? Why are you guilty?"

"Because I picked up their stuff."

The vulgar guy trembled and put his hand into his arms. This action immediately caused four or five guns to hit his head. Cen Hanlin stared at him and asked someone to go to his arms to get things. Not long after, a police officer took out something heavy and shining, which was Cen Bo's token.

Cen Hanlin snatched the gold ornaments from his subordinates, and his breathing stopped slightly and asked the despicable guy: "Where did you pick this up? Have you ever seen that group of gun bandits?" At the same time, he showed his identity: "Don't be afraid, we are policemen, we are here to suppress the bandits tonight! Where is their hiding place?"

This token proves again that Cen Bo was tied here.

The vulgar man breathed a sigh of relief on his face and grabbed Cen Hanlin and said, "They were hiding in the 19th Cemetery in the West District. I happened to pass by and saw a lot of people coming out. Then I got into the van and left. One of them fell down. I was greedy and picked him up."

Cemetery No. 19?

Cen Hanlin's heart was quickening. It was so good. He thought he would have to explore for two or three hours before he could get a result. Unexpectedly, he found the place where Cen Bo was imprisoned. So he asked his subordinates to prepare for battle and asked him to ask: "Have they escorted people into the car?"

He wanted to confirm his inference, but the bandits who went to trade did not bring Cen Bo.

The vulgar man shook his head like a rattle and replied in a low voice: "I haven't seen anyone being escorted. About ten of them entered the car with weapons. By the way, there seem to be three or four people guarding the cemetery. Sir, I'll tell you what I know. Can you let me go?"

When everyone heard three or four people, they felt even more relaxed.

Cen Hanlin asked someone to find the ID card of the vulgar man, and lowered his voice and shouted: "Of course you can let go. Our police will not kill innocent people in vain, but you still need to do something. Go to the nearby public security center to report the situation immediately, tell them that there are bandits here and send people to reinforce them quickly."

"If you dare to run away, I will always list you as a wanted criminal, do you understand?"

He always likes to provide more security for his work, and he is not afraid of him slipping away with his ID card with a wretched man.

The vulgar man nodded and retreated in fear and fear, and disappeared in the vast rain before long. If someone was by his side, he would definitely hear his murmuring: "I didn't expect that Niu Xuedong's acting skills will become more and more outstanding. Do you want to change your career and go to Hollywood to act?"

At this time, Cen Hanlin held the ornament and spread out the cemetery map. After finding the target location, he decisively ordered: "Crush to fight with all your strength, and those who dare to resist will rectify the Dharma on the spot. Do you understand?"

Dozens of elite soldiers lowered their heads slightly and whispered: "I understand!"

As Cen Hanlin issued an order, a team of elite police officers and Cen's gunmen rushed towards Cemetery No. 19. During the process, they took out their silencer pistols and turned on the insurance, covering the target with lightning speed. The heavy rain disappeared.

Cemetery No. 19, the Mausoleum of Ran in Yuwen County.

When they rushed to the cemetery of Ran in Yuwen Jun, Zheng Fangfang also let his subordinates enter a state of fighting.

In the vast rain, she looked at dozens of figures and rushed towards Ali Cemetery with weapons in her hands. Although the other party could not be identified because of the rain and night, Zheng Fangfang's intuition told her that it must be Lin Haoxuan, and there was no one else except that he liked to make trouble in the cemetery.

Zheng Fangfang's lips raised: Boy, I'll build a grave for you tonight.

Thinking of this, she took out her gun, put the bullets on and opened the insurance, and issued an order to three capable players: "In five minutes, I rushed into the Ali Cemetery. Team A and Team B are culling the enemy directly, and Team C are guarding the passage outside. It is necessary to kill Lin Haoxuan tonight."

The three generals lowered their heads slightly and replied in unison: "I understand!"

Zheng Fangfang jumped out of the car with her gun. She knew that Qimen was domineering and did not forget to give a few words: "Everyone remembers it for me. As long as the person holding a weapon in her hand, kill it, no matter whether the other party resists or not! Never be kind and ruthless, otherwise we will die."

Everyone nodded again and replied in a low voice: "Don't worry, team leader!"

Zheng Fangfang curled a smile on her lips and said gritting her teeth: Lin Haoxuan, Lin Haoxuan, the shame you gave me and the blood debt you owe to the Secret Service, I want you to repay your principal and profit tonight. Don’t think it would be great to be called Qi Shao. In my eyes, you are just a dog.

While Zheng Fangfang was waiting, Cen Hanlin and others had already rushed to Cemetery No. 19.

Seeing dozens of black-dressed men standing more than a hundred meters away, and with a bulging waist, Cen Hanlin was slightly stunned. The rambler said that two or three bandits were guarding the cemetery. There were at least thirty or forty people in front of him. Another day, he should drag the guy into the police station to feed mosquitoes.

It was just this formation that made him more convinced that Cen Bo was hidden here.

A close friend leaned over with rain on his face. He saw that there were so many people on the other side, so he lowered his voice and said, "Director, there are so many people on the other side. Should we fight or not? Should we call some brothers to support us? Or wait for them to come and attack?"

Cen Hanlin lowered his head and thought for a moment, shook his head and replied: "It's too late to wait for them to come, the other party has only 30 or 40 people, and we have 38 people, let alone our unprepared attack on them, and the chances of winning are more than three or four points, and the public security bureau will soon come to support!"

The confidant nodded, looked around and said, "But the other party is so dispersed, the attack cannot be effective for a short time!"

Cen Hanlin exhaled a few heavy breaths and pulled his black raincoat to answer: "It seems that he can't bear to let the child goblins away. I will show up in person to attract them to surround them. You will attack the enemy in a fan-shaped encirclement form. I believe that the first round of attacks can knock down nearly half of the enemy."

The confidant Zheng nodded heavily, but reminded him kindly: "Director, it's a bit too risky for you to show up?"

Cen Hanlin showed sarcasm at the corner of his mouth and asked indifferently: "Why do you come?"

The confidant was stunned when asked, then waved his hand and smiled, "Of course there is no problem for me to appear for the director, but my skills are far from the director. Who doesn't know that you are the Sanda champion of the East District Branch, and who doesn't know that you have won the top spot in the shooting competition for five consecutive years."

Cen Hanlin hummed heavily, touched the short gun in his waist and said, "Hmph, a guy who is afraid of death!"

When all his subordinates were ready, Cen Hanlin flashed in a state of crying. He swayed empty-handedly and shouted sadly: "Son, you died so miserably. It's such a white-haired man who sent a black-haired man. The rain is slippery, so be careful."

The disheveled look even the trusted believe that his son had died. When the intelligence department saw this guy appearing in a crazy manner, he instantly raised his vigilance. The figure kept shaking and gathering. The leader shouted, "Who are you? Why are you here for?"
Chapter completed!