Fang Buwei, who was standing on the roof, felt the building shook gently, and it was fleeting.

As soon as the smoke and dust rose, Fengjiashan lit a fuse under the wall. With a "swish", Mars flashed and penetrated into the ground.

After a few seconds of pause, a fire broke out at the intersection dozens of meters away, followed by a muffled sound, and the movement was much smaller than the sound just now.

But Fang Buwei obviously felt that the whole building shook violently, as if a strong wind suddenly blew when a person climbed to the treetops.

There was a burst of noise, and the glass in some rooms facing the street of Fuchang Hotel was shattered, and countless broken glass slags flew down.

Fang Buwei breathed a sigh of relief in secret.

The most feared thing is that Feng Jiashan cannot control the opportunity well. If it is fried too early, it will reveal the filling and if it is fried too late, it may really kill people.

When the task of igniting the real explosives was arranged, Zhao Shirui was first decided, and Gao Sizhong was later decided. As a result, when the two of them heard that Gu Zhenlong and Chen Chao were sitting in the car, their faces were pale.

Fang Buwei was afraid that their hands would tremble, so he finally arranged Feng Jiashan.

Feng Jiashan didn’t know who was sitting in the car.

When the car stopped shaking, Lian Zhiqi raised his head and found that the glass in the car window was intact.

"There is such a big noise, why didn't even explode a stone?" a guard asked after he got out of the car.

"You still have time to care about this, why don't you protect the commander quickly?" Lian Zhiqi cursed loudly.

Several guards crawled out of the bottom of the car in a hurry and rushed towards the rear car.

Chen Chao looked at the smoke and dust outside like a show, then looked at the falling glass, and was amazed: "Can this thing really control the direction?"

"Why are there so much curiosity?" Gu Zhenlong cursed, "Let's go!"

Ordinary people find it incredible, but in the eyes of experts, the technicality of fixed-point blasting is not very complicated.

For this operation, Ma Chunfeng made a special trip to transfer Yu Lexing from Hangzhou to Nanjing.

The explosive bag thrown out by Bian Congjun sounded very loud, but the power was very small, and it was mainly used to create illusions.

But it is not OK if it is too fake, so Fang Buwei asked Yu Lexing and several blasting experts to design and bury explosives at the intersection of Hongwu in advance. The power of the blasting point was downward, but the shock wave could completely shatter the broken glass of nearby buildings, so that people would not suspect that this was acting.

The reason why Zhao Shirui was afraid was that he didn't believe that the people in the secret service could control the dosage and direction of the blowing spots so well.

Even if they are far away, Gu Zhenlong's car cannot be blown up, but if the building is blown down, Gu Zhenlong and Chen Chao will not survive.

As soon as Gu Zhenlong opened the car door, gunshots rang out outside.

Four guards protected Gu Zhenlong and Chen Chao, and passed through the smoke and dust, and ran into the Fuchang Hotel.

Ye Xingzhong lay on the edge of the wall, staring tightly at the bottom.

He was worried that if he really wanted to explode, Fang Buwei could only die in the world.

"Can you see?" Fang Buwei sneered.

Ye Xingzhong shook his head blankly.

"Don't worry, they are all designed and there is no mistake!" Fang Buwei said again.

The gunshots below the building were like raindrops hitting banana leaves, which made people breathless. The people in the hotel and nearby shops were lying on the ground with their heads tightly held their heads, not even raising their heads.

Bian Congjun and Lian Zhiqi each had four or five guns of different types, guarding one side, carefully shooting at places where no one was there, and from time to time would break a piece of glass.

After a few shots, they will change the gun and fire a few more shots.

The rest of the team members pulled the trigger and did not let go, and the bullet case kept flying out.

Except for Bian Congjun and Bian Zhiqi, the guns of other team members were filled with empty cannon shells.

It felt like the time was almost over, so Bian Congjun put away his gun, turned off his insurance, and shouted loudly: "Get out!"

As soon as the gunshot stopped, the people in the building were about to get up and look around, the sound of grenades exploded on the street again.

...

When Zhao Shirui's heart shrank suddenly when he heard the explosion from Xinjiekou.

Seeing that he didn't move at all, Zheng Shifei urged: "Let's go?"

"Wait!" Zhao Shirui rushed to the phone quickly, grabbed the microphone and called out.

As soon as it was connected, Zhao Shirui shouted anxiously: "How is it?"

"Everything goes well!" Fang Buwei replied.

"Bastard, you're lucky!"

Zhao Shirui suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, hung up the phone, rushed to the window and whistled.

Two small cars rushed out of the alley next to them, and Zhao Shirui grabbed one from a pile of big bags under his feet and prepared to go downstairs.

"Don't get it wrong!" Zheng Shifei reminded.

Zhao Shirui opened the bag and took another look.

The explosive pack inside is yellow.

The yellow ones are fake, and the black ones are real.

"Be careful!" Zhao Shirui said.

"Don't worry!" Zheng Shifei nodded.

After Zhao Shirui left, Zheng Shifei picked up another big bag, took out a plate of fuse, and threw it out of the window.

People passing by the street saw a rope thrown down from the second floor. They subconsciously glanced up and happened to see Zheng Shifei, who was wrapped in his head and face, holding a gun in his hand, and covered with grenades, jumped out of the window.

As soon as he jumped downstairs, Zheng Shijin first called out a shuttle from the sky.

The pedestrians on the road were so scared that they ran around with their heads in their arms.

After the people ran away, Zheng Shifei lit the fuse.

There was no such thing as shooting and driving people out, but Zheng Shifei added it temporarily.

He was also afraid of accidents.

Seeing Mars appearing on the thread, Zheng Shifei quickly got into the car and shouted a few times: "Hurry up..."

The car rushed out like an arrow.

Although the fuse is not connected with explosives, and the explosives and grenades in the room will not explode, the problem is that the Presidential Palace is a few hundred meters away, and all the guards are from the military police guard regiment. If you move a little slower, you may be caught.

As soon as the car left, the fuse was halfway through, and after a "swish", it turned out.

...

Gao Sizhong's palm was covered in sweat, and his legs trembled violently while stepping on the accelerator, and the car suddenly rushed forward.

"Can you drive more steadily?" Zhao Shirui roared.

Gao Sizhong suddenly braked and looked at Zhao Shirui's explosive bag in his arms, "You can drive it, I'll throw it away..."

"You coward?" Zhao Shirui cursed.

"I'm not cowardly, I'm afraid!" Gao Sizhong replied, "I haven't been so nervous when I went to the battlefield..."

Zhao Shirui cursed: "You don't have a diamond, so don't take care of porcelain work. What I originally arranged is Feng Jiashan and you rush to come..."

"Nonsense!" Gao Sizhong said anxiously, "Then why didn't you go there?"

Zhao Shirui choked violently.

Originally, the task of ordering explosives at the entrance of Fuchang Hotel was arranged for Zhao Shirui. When Zhao Shirui heard that it was buried, it was real explosives, and Gu Zhenlong and Chen Chao were really going to go to the danger, so he was half afraid first.

This has nothing to do with fear of death, but the psychological pressure is too great.

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