National Security Bureau 8: I, the King of Criminal Cases

Section 271

The unit door was unlocked.

Zhou Chen opened the door and walked in. When the unit door was about to close.

Suddenly.

A palm was inserted into the crack of the door, preventing the door from closing.

Zhou Chen did not look back, but his eyelids twitched.

He could sense that the unit door behind him was reopened and a person walked in.

From the sound of footsteps, it can be determined that it was a man.

From the sound of walking... Zhou Chen's expression was wrong.

The other party's footsteps were very regular, starting and landing, and very heavy.

Zhou Chen did not look back and walked to the elevator.

At this time, he turned his head and took a look casually.

It was a tall man, 182 meters tall, very strong.

He was wearing a pair of sunglasses, so you couldn't see his whole face, and you could see that the other party had an indifferent expression.

Sunglasses?

Zhou Chen raised the corner of his mouth.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening, and the sky couldn't be darker. Someone actually wore sunglasses at this time?

Excuse me, are you a king of forcing?

If not.

Then what kind of person would wear sunglasses in such a dark time?

Ding, the elevator door opened, and there was no one in the elevator.

Zhou Chen walked in.

The man then walked into the elevator.

Zhou Chen's eyes fell on the other person's legs, and his pupils shrank.

It has been said in the past that a person's identity can be roughly identified by his footsteps, walking posture, stride, pace, and footstep weight.

For example, a soldier who has been trained for a long time.

Another example is some agents who have undergone special training.

Through the footsteps and posture of the man in front of him, Zhou Chen found that the other party had undergone some kind of "training".

He is not a soldier, nor an agent. It can be seen that his lower body is "very stable" and he is good at fighting and some special training.

Zhou Chen wrinkled his nose and his face changed.

He smelled a smell.

Gun oil!

Guns and firearms need to be maintained on weekdays.

And the thing to maintain it is gun oil.

So on every gun, if you want to use it for a long time to avoid problems.

Then it will have the smell of gun oil on it.

Suspected to be proficient in fighting, suspected of having a special identity, and having a gun on his body... Who could it be?

Ding.

On the sixth floor, the elevator door opened.

Zhou Chen walked out of the elevator.

Unexpectedly, the man also walked out of the elevator at this moment.

There were only two families on the sixth floor of a unit, a large flat.

One of them was the home of the suspect Pei Yuntao.

The entrance doors of the two families were just on the left and right.

Zhou Chen's eyes flashed with a strange color, and he walked towards the other family.

As a result, he found that the man walked towards the suspect Pei Yuntao's home 183.

Interesting.

Zhou Chen turned around and walked towards the man.

In an instant, the man stopped and turned around.

The eyes behind the sunglasses stared at Zhou Chen.

"Who are you?"

Zhou Chen stood in front of the man and asked coldly.

The man did not speak, like a statue.

"I didn't expect that it would be better to come at the right time than to come early."

The man did not answer, but Zhou Chen smiled, "Are you here to find Pei Yuntao?"

Hearing this, the man's indifferent face finally changed.

The next second.

Zhou Chen felt a strong killing intent emanating from the other party.

Hearing the name ‘Pei Yuntao’, the other party wanted to kill?

Zhou Chen’s smile became even stronger, and he had a guess.

“You, are you here to silence me?”

The answer to Zhou Chen was not words, but actions.

The man took a step forward, and his arm crossed Zhou Chen’s neck.

It was like a grappling lock, strangling Zhou Chen’s neck.

At the same time.

Zhou Chen felt his back being hit instantly.

Then he was lifted up high by a huge force, and his body was just suspended.

Zhou Chen’s face was not horrified, but he smiled more happily.

The other party’s attack method.

He had performed it for Yang Xu and Xue Min in the autopsy room of the J City Forensic Bureau.

The grappling technique of locking the throat and pulling it up.

Killing skills! .

Chapter 267 Are you threatening your father (2 more)

“Did you kill Qiao Yu?”

Zhou Chen, whose body was suspended in the air, suddenly spoke.

Qiao Yu, a woman who likes to raise insects, is also the main suspect in the insect killing incident.

But she was silenced.

The cause of death was the method used by the man on Zhou Chen at this time.

The man with murderous aura and cold face froze.

How is it possible?

When a person is strangled by the neck, the body is suspended in the air, just like hanging a person, the body will be weak and unable to exert any strength.

Because the neck is strangled, it is even more impossible to speak, and even breathing is impossible.

The other party can actually speak?

This scene that violates human common sense completely stunned the man.

However, at this moment, a strange scene appeared.

It also made the man widen his eyes in horror.

Zhou Chen, who was originally impossible to resist, suddenly stretched out his hand.

The palm fell on the thigh of the man on his back.

In an instant, Zhou Chen's body became his feet.

The head and neck broke free from the man's shackles and jumped into the air.

Bang!

A pair of thighs turned into a split horse, and a pair of feet stepped on the walls on both sides of the corridor.

The whole person was hanging upside down, fixed in the air, looking down at the man coldly.

"You don't understand the national language, or are you a mute?"

Zhou Chen's voice was like the cold wind of hell, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

The man's face changed drastically and he retreated instantly.

As he retreated, he raised his hand from his waist and a pistol appeared in his hand.

As the pistol was raised, the man held the gun with both hands and stopped it in front of his chest.

Zhou Chen's expression showed surprise and astonishment.

He was never afraid of facing any guns.

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