In the basement of No. 198, eight commando members quickly cleared the soldiers guarding in the corridor when the entire building was powered off, holding a bright flashlight, and quickly searched.

　　 In the long, narrow, dark and damp basement, many people Yang Cheng secretly arrested were detained. These people are not only insiders who have been in contact with the Military Supervision Bureau in the Second World War zone, but also from other organizations. For example, those with munitions units, such as the garrison regiment, and certain municipal departments, have had transactions under the table. In short, Yang Cheng casts the net widely, and it seems that he wants to get some information and shady.

　　 Eight commandos, armed with bright flashlights, quickly came to the middle of the corridor and found the room where Brother Zhang was detained.

　　 Indoors, Zhang Ge hid in the corner of the wall, covering his eyes with his arms, avoiding the dazzling light and shouting: "What...what are you doing? What do you mean?"

　　 A masked commando stepped forward with a gun and stood outside the iron railing.

　　 Brother Zhang had a bad premonition, and shouted: "You want to kill someone?! Mr. Ye, Mr. Ye, you...!"

　　 Please help me, you can steal book tickets like stealing food. Come steal the book tickets of your friends and vote for me.

　　 "Kangkangkang!"

　　 The commando outside the railing drew on fire without any emotional fluctuations. Brother Zhang was shot to death inside the railing, his head burst and his whole body convulsed.

　　 Deep in the corridor, Ye Lin just heard the shout of Brother Zhang, but she didn't shout, but nervously shook her two small hands and listened to the movement in the corridor.

　　 The eight men continued to move forward, and they found several companions who had gone to Changji to work with Zhang Ge in the first place.

　　 These people obviously had a premonition of their end. They yelled in a panic, but in the end they were all shot and killed by the commandos.

　　 Ye Lin couldn't bear these shouts, but she also understood that she couldn't stop anything. Brother Zhang and others have already vomited, if they don't die, more people will have trouble, including herself.

　　 Gunshots rang sporadically, and the commando would deal with all the gunmen headed by Zhang Ge, and then shot and killed several detained persons related to the Second World War zone, in order to achieve the purpose of confuses audiovisual evidence and smoothed out evidence.

　　 Deep in the corridor, there was a sound of footsteps, and Ye Lin instinctively stepped back.

　　 "Huh!"

　　 A strong light swept into the room, Ye Lin blocked her eyes with her hand.

　　 Outside the railing, a commando waved his hand at Ye Lin.

　　 Ye Lin was startled, and tentatively stepped forward.

　　 "Don't say anything." The commando hid in the corner of the dark corridor and said to Ye Lin in a very low voice.

　　 Ye Lin looked at him, but didn't reply.

　　 The commando finished speaking, and did not rescue Ye Lin, but hurried forward to continue walking.

　　……

　　 The top floor of the main building of No.198 compound.

The three staircase entrances were guarded by a dozen commandos. In the corridor, there were six or seven dead bodies. They were Yang Cheng's subordinates. They were the core of the compound and the leader of the department in charge, so they were all rushed up. The commandos were shot.

　　 Outer courtyard.

　　 Xiaofeng took the walkie-talkie and asked in a low voice: "Has the first team reached the top?"

　　 "Yes, the top level has been controlled." The captain of the team replied.

　　 "Time is running out, do it quickly." Xiaofeng said lightly.

　　 "Understand!"

After a team leader responded, he reached out and placed the gun with the strap between his hips, took out a pile of very heavy materials from his arms, and shouted in a low voice: "Take things out and enter Yang Cheng's office. "

　　 The three commandos heard the sound and took out the documents from their arms and walked to the captain's side.

　　 Two seconds later.

　　 The locked Yang Cheng office was forcibly blown open by the commandos, and the four of them stepped into the room.

　　 "Don't erase all the evidence in the Deng Jun case," the captain said quickly: "Only destroy the key links of the evidence chain."

"Yes!"

　　 After the three nodded, they immediately searched.

Captain 　　 turned his head to look around, his eyes locked on the secret filing cabinet. He stepped forward, exploded the lock of the iron cabinet with a small sticker C4, randomly placed the information he was holding in a slightly more eye-catching position, and took some files and information from it indiscriminately, and took it away.

　　 The other three people found the file cabinet of Deng Jun's case. After careful screening, they pulled out the relatively important links in the evidence chain and took them away directly.

　　 "There is also a confidential archives room in the next room. Come on, put your things in your hands." The captain ordered.

　　……

　　 on Central Avenue.

　　 A battalion that entered the city on the grounds of raising armaments has already had a physical conflict with the two companies directly under the municipal garrison.

　　 "What do you mean? Are you trying to find fault, or are you trying to help the gangster who attacked compound No. 198 get out?!" A company commander snarled his neck and asked.

　　 "I went to Nima!" The officer who got out of the truck pointed at the other person and cursed: "You drove us into a car. Is it reasonable? I don't know what attacked the gangster. Why did you just hit someone?"

　　 "Who hit someone?"

　　 "You, didn't you just do it? You even pointed your gun at me!"

　　 "......!"

　　 The people of the first and second companies wanted to quickly walk through the Central Avenue, but the battalion that was carrying the armament was stopped in the middle of the road, and hundreds of people were screaming loudly.

　　 The troops on both sides were mixed together, each talking about their own reasons, and the scene was very chaotic for a time.

　　 The battalion that entered the city to raise armaments was a battalion-level unit in the combat regiment directly under the Zheng Kai Field Army, and it was a highly loyal Janitor.

　　 On the vehicle behind the crowd, the battalion commander holding the military communication equipment, asked in a low voice: "Commander, if they want to leave, what shall we do?"

　　 "Try a way to fire, don't care about the rest." The leader replied.

"understood!"

At the center of the conflict, a company commander hurriedly returned to compound No. 198. He didn't have time to wrestle with the other party. He could only shout directly: "We will have a department contact you about this crash. There is no time to talk to you now. Yes, get in the car for me, reverse the car, and detour back to compound No. 198..."

　　 The soldiers of the first company and the second company, when they heard the shouts, prepared to retreat.

　　 On the military vehicle, the battalion commander took out the cigarette case and whistled at someone in the distance.

　　 "Kang, kang kang!"

　　 Just when things seemed to calm down~lightnovelpub.net~ the center of the two entangled units, there were several gunshots.

　　 "Fuck, what's the matter?"

　　 "Who shot?"

　　 "What do you mean, did you really open fire?!"

　　 "......!"

　　 The two gangs who had been facing each other suddenly became nervous and raised their guns one after another.

　　 "Don't move, move it and I will kill you!"

　　 "Don't point your gun at us, move away!"

　　 "......!"

　　 The two groups retreated, nervously, and the company commander kept shouting: "Calm down, calm down, don't open fire!"

　　 "Kangkang!"

　　 There are two more gunshots.

　　 Quiet, after a short silence, the people of Zheng Ziying took the lead and rushed towards the other side.

　　 "Damn, do you dare to do it?! Disarm them for me!" The battalion commander jumped out of the car and yelled at his neck.

　　 The "accidental" crash has thus become a direct conflict between two small units.

　　……

　　 On a certain street in Xinyuan, dozens of police cars are rushing to the scene with their sirens.

　　 "Didi!"

　　 A text message was sent to Ma Lao Er's cell phone. He opened it and read it, and it read: "You don't need to go to Sanping Road, go directly to No. 198, let the superintendent's personnel control the field, wait for things to ferment, and wait for Feng Yu to come."