The flag appears on the wall. This holy flag is a common flag for terrorism. Usually they will videotape themselves in front of the flag and explain what they want to do, such as executing hostages, issuing a declaration, etc.

In the past few years, the Holy Banner has never achieved its goals in many attacks, and it has no ability to predict attacks, so Liang Xi has never seen this black flag in a confrontation with the Holy Banner.

Liang Xi did not comment on this, and nodded to the detective and went up to the third floor. There were two bedrooms on the third floor. Liang Xi first looked at the bedroom, then went to the respective bathrooms of the two bedrooms to check, and said to the detective accompanying him: "

List all the things for four people, including toothbrushes, water cups, tooth cups, pillowcases, sheets, soap, toilet cleaner, toilet brush, toilet paper and other daily necessities."

Liang Xi added: "Drinks, water, possible tea, coffee, cigars, knives on the first floor, etc. in the refrigerator on the second floor. List them in as much detail as possible, including the brand. It is best to let the novice make a catalog."

"Received." Although it is troublesome, the consultant's needs are my needs.

Liang Xi put on his gloves and looked through the garbage in the trash can. While checking, he said: "Now there is a problem. The other party has obviously escaped, but why not light a fire? There are too many messages left in the house."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a shout from behind the house: "Hey, police." Along with the sound of gunshots, there was a loud bang and the house shook.

Liu Zhen squatted down by Liang Xi and pulled out his pistol: "You stay here, you protect him." No one treats the counter-terrorism office as a human being, right? When fifteen fully armed officers surrounded the house, there was still someone who dared to launch a direct attack

attack.

Liu Zhen walked down quickly, and with a bang, a ball of fire rushed out from the first floor. Liu Zhen hurriedly lay down, and when he touched the ends of his hair, part of it was burnt. When he went down to the first floor, he took a look at Liu Zhen and understood what had happened.

The structure of the house was introduced before. There is no front yard or backyard. The front door is on the sidewalk and the road, and the same is true for the back door. An SUV rushed onto the sidewalk from the back door, smashed through the wall, and most of the car rushed into the first floor. The car carried

Gasoline or other large amounts of combustibles cause sudden and explosive combustion after catching fire.

Liu Zhen took the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Evacuate, everyone evacuate the building."

Just as Liu Zhen gave the order, the car exploded, and the flames filled the entire first floor. Liu Zhen had already stepped outside the gate and took the intercom: "The first floor is impassable. People in the building retreated to the second floor and jumped out of the window. Nearby agents responded."

After receiving the order, the two agents grabbed Liang Xi's arms and ran downstairs. Liang Xi said hurriedly: "No, there should be other ways."

An agent dragged a chair and smashed it against the window of the living room on the second floor, making a big hole. An agent picked up a floor lamp and swept away the glass fragments. By this time, flames had appeared along the wooden stairs on the second floor.

A burning, toxic smoke billows out.

"Okay, ready." There was a shout from below the first floor.

"Fuck!" Liang Xi was lifted up from the left and right and thrown out of the window. The two agents who were responding below hugged Liang Xi and fell backward together, removing most of the strength and allowing Liang Xi to land safely. In addition, Liang Xi landed safely.

The two agents jumped down one after the other. After landing, their knees sank and they rolled forward. It was easy and simple, no problem at all.

Mr. Liu went to the back door and asked, "What's going on?"

The detective who fired the gun reported: "Female, unknown age, drove over."

One agent asked: "You can't shoot?"

"I fired." The agent self-examined: "But I did not maintain the shooting posture, which wasted precious time." If the gun could have been fired two seconds earlier, it might have been able to prevent the car from hitting the house. Although the agent's gun was hanging on the

chest, but the safety was turned on. At the time of the incident, he was ogling the blonde girl across the street.

In fact, he did not waste time. When the car hit the sidewalk, he had already turned off the insurance, aimed at the driver of the car, and called out the identity of the police. Unfortunately, the reaction time given to him was too short, and the sidewalk was only one and a half meters wide.
Chapter completed!