Chapter 128: A thief from the outside world? A thief who stole the country!

A group of black ants were flying in the sky, blocking the light.

As time went by, the black spot grew bigger and bigger until it appeared clearly in front of everyone.

This is a helicopter and a speedboat!

Seeing this, Xu Hao smiled, stood up and patted his butt.

Cheng Yang and his people can solve the problem themselves, but it is very risky.

Although it seems that the whole process is suppressed, when it comes to life safety, there is no probability. There are only two outcomes, namely "death" and "life".

Even if the probability of danger is 1%, in the face of life and death, it will be raised to 50%! Because there is no second chance.

Even if Xu Hao had traveled through time, it was not the original world. Everything was gone after death. Besides, who could guarantee that he could travel back in time after death?

Although the things I have done in my dreams are much more violent than this, at the end of the day, dreams are backed up by reality, so it doesn’t matter if I die.

I'm dead in reality, and this time I might really die. Not to mention risking my life with a gun on my head, how many people would dare to walk on a very safe glass plank bridge hundreds of meters in the air? "Boom boom boom!!!"

The roar of the wings floated in his ears, and the wind waves kept blowing up Xu Hao's clothes and hair. It was much more violent than the sea breeze! One of the helicopters landed above Xu Hao's head and kept circling in the air.

“Wow!”

A ladder was dropped.

The next second, several figures appeared before their eyes.

"Tsk, if you delay any longer, it will take another 24 hours."

Looking at the person who came, Xu Hao teased.

"If only it were a little slower."

"Maybe I'll just sail back on my own."

Hearing this, Li Jianye, who had just slid down, staggered.

The original worries disappeared at this moment, and all that was left was the desire to kick Xu Hao.

His face was full of black lines, and he was about to curse, but Li Jianye paused, glanced around, and couldn't help but twitching his eyes when he saw the five bloody corpses.

"Has anyone been here before?"

"If someone was here, would I need to wait for you here?" Xu Hao shook his head.

The sea here is far enough away. It is close to Nanshan Province, there are few fishermen, and the coast guard rarely comes here.

Otherwise, Cheng Yang wouldn't have considered it as a perfect smuggling route! "Are they fighting among themselves?"

Li Jianye asked again.

"No, these four lackeys are quite loyal. Of course, they may also be loyal to money."

Xu Hao recalled what Cheng Yang said about the deposit in Tu Rui Bank and couldn't help but smack his lips.

But Li Jianye is too lazy to care about these things.

He looked at the five corpses around him, his eyes twitched, and he couldn't help but gasp.

"hiss"

"Kill five? Kill them all?"

"And in a small place like this!?"

Li Jianye glanced at the surrounding decks, an expression of doubt about life on his face.

How many people can one soldier usually defeat?

If it's a special forces soldier, it should be easy to deal with him in a one-on-one fight, and he can be taken down with just a few moves.

However, if there are several people fighting and it is a fight to the death, and the physical fitness of each opponent is above the average level, it is difficult to say.

It's no joke if a few people rush up and beat the master to death with their fists.

Unless they are the top soldiers, but even then they must not be given iron weapons! "That is to say."

"You're in this place, tied up, with five guns pointed at you."

The more Li Jianye read on, the more outrageous it seemed, and his mind became confused.

The space on the deck is very small, the distance between the two sides is less than ten meters, and there is no shelter on the deck of a modern fishing boat.

According to the surveillance video, they also saw Xu Hao's hands and feet were tightly tied with ropes. "He killed someone with bare hands?"

Li Jianye paused and checked Xu Huo up and down.

"There wasn't even a bullet hole in his body!"

Five people were killed when they were fighting against one person, and they were holding guns and the other party's hands and feet were tied! Who was the last person like this?

That man's brother was poisoned to death, his sister-in-law was a whore, and she had killed a tiger.

Oh, his name is Wu Song.

But Wu Song hadn't encountered a gun either, and a tiger was no different from a cat in front of five imitation Type 64 pistols! "Gun?"

"Just unload the bullets from them and everything will be fine."

Xu Hao gave a casual explanation.

After saying this, he paused and yawned.

"Okay, I'll go up first, you guys take your time to clean up. I haven't had a good night's sleep in half a month, I'm so sleepy."

He held the ladder above his head with both hands and climbed up, and soon his figure disappeared.

Li Jianye's lips moved for a moment, he seemed to be hesitant to speak for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly.

He did not leave, but stayed on the boat.

The ship cannot drift on the sea forever, nor can it stop collecting information on the deck and just leave with Xu Hao.

They need to conduct necessary investigations before they can dock the ship, reconstruct what happened on the ship in the shortest possible time, and then classify the case! "Can you drive a boat?"

Zhang Liang didn't rush to find Xu Hao after getting on the boat. He glanced at Li Jianye.

"Just leave it to me."

Li Jianye nodded and walked towards the cab.

Zhang Liang didn't think any more. He walked onto the deck and looked around.

There were many Special Bureau 5 personnel on the narrow deck at this time.

They are all team members, traveling all over the country and participating in various cases.

However, at this moment, I once again refreshed my cognition and three views.

"Hiss, that's miserable."

"How many punches did you get? How did your face get fractured like this?"

"From the marks, it was only one punch. Otherwise, it would have taken multiple punches to hit his face like this. His face would have been turned into a pulp."

Several people were discussing in a low voice. They put on gloves and looked at the human face with its deformed and sunken face, and they were shocked.

"The maxillary bone was fractured, the bridge of the nose and the zygomatic bone were broken, the entire face was visibly sunken, the back of the brain was injured, and the facial injuries were extremely serious."

"Cerebral spinal fluid is flowing out of the nostrils, and it is initially determined that the skull base is fractured."

"With such great force, I guess the brain in the skull was severely squeezed."

As they spoke, several team members extended their hands.

They ripped open the man's face, whose normal facial features could no longer be seen, and peeled back his eyelids.

The eyelids were covered in blood, and they smelled fishy when touched. When they were opened, a bulging white eye was revealed.

"There was massive bleeding in the eyes, specifically in the anterior chamber and retina, and the blood vessels in the brain were also dried and broken."

"What the hell is happening to your brain right now? Are all the blood vessels going to burst?"

"Do you want to open your brain and take a look?"

"Can a human being produce this?!"

The three people said their own things, but in the end they all doubted their lives! The three looked at each other in bewilderment.

How much force can a person's face withstand?

Between 120 kg and 230 kg, the punching power of world-class boxing champions, such as Tyson, is around this maximum value.

Of course, some media claimed that the opponent's punching power reached 800 kilograms.

But then again, it was the media, the new-age media, who said 800 kilograms, not the first batch of journalists who established the oath.

But no matter what, no matter which statement it is.

The opponents have the ability to kill someone with one punch. If they are in good condition, they can beat someone into the current situation with one punch.

But. How many Tysons are there in the world? "With his hands tied."

Someone looked at the rope at his feet with confused eyes.

"Break free from the ropes, punch him with a deadly, unerring punch to the face, and then take the gun?"

"The positioning means this is all done in a very short time."

"Fuck, this is a criminal investigation consultant!?"

"Playing with your brain?"

The three well-mannered people were completely confused and even swore.

The rest of my colleagues weren't much better.

In front of Cheng Yang's body, his colleagues looked at the gunpoint on his chest that had hit his lung, and the other people who were shot to death and fell into deep thought.

"Two bullets hit the chest accurately. Mozambique shooting method? Didn't shoot the head because it was unnecessary or something?"

"No other bullet marks were found at the scene, and there were no extra bullets missing from the magazines. In other words, the other three people..."

The surveyors searched around and became more and more confused.

"A shot to the head?"

"Three shots?"

"On the sea? Huh?"

What's going on at sea? It's shaking! Very shaking!

If you have ever been on a small boat fishing on the sea, you will know that fishing boats can make you vomit!

It's not the kind of swaying that makes you lose your balance, but the other kind, as if you want to shake your brain evenly! In this case, forget about shooting in the head, it's good enough to be able to aim at the body in a straight line.

"Boss, where did you recruit these people from?"

The team member couldn't help but look back at Zhang Liang.

"Someone from the Navy Special Forces?"

"That's not right. No matter where you pull someone from, they won't survive this situation."

"There was no cover in the narrow boat, and five people with guns beat one person, who was tied up. If it hadn't happened in front of me, I would have cursed anyone who told me about it."

"He's simply superman!"

Hearing this, Zhang Liang fell silent. He looked at the scene around him with a frown.

This... the ability is fully utilized.

Gunmanship, physical fitness, psychological stress resistance, thinking and IQ. Almost a perfect hexagonal warrior! If it were Zhang Liang, he didn't think he could survive this.

Even if Xu Hao is really a member of the special forces, his boss would be crazy to let him retire! This is the ideal, the pinnacle of individual combat capability, the perfect example!

Not to mention carrying out the mission, just taking him out to compete and win a prize is enough for the other party to treat Xu Hao like a treasure.

"He is."

"Criminal Investigation Consultant."

Please...collect 6_9_book_bar (Six//Nine//Book//bar)

Zhang Liang was silent for a moment, then spoke.

"I used to be a detective, catching mistresses."

Investigation consultant, a detective who catches mistresses?

Everyone fell silent, subconsciously looking at the body whose brain had been blown off.

The sharp contrast of the detective consultant's head being blown up by a punch made several people feel very strange, as if something was broken.

It's like.

In ancient times, you were fighting with someone by beating drums, and you wanted to kill the opponent’s military advisor first, so you brought a bunch of people and sneaked into the opponent’s tent.

You originally thought that the people commanding around the sand table in the big tent were Zhuge Liang, Zhou Yu, Guo Jia and Xun Yu.

But... when you opened the tent and saw the muscular Lu Bu, Guan Yu holding a big sword, and Dian Wei holding a halberd with both hands, everyone fell silent.

"Okay, you guys looked down on me before."

Zhang Liang raised his head, gazed into the distance, and spoke casually.

The team members looked at each other with wry smiles on their faces.

"Who knew he would be so fierce? If it were me, I really don't know how I would survive."

Zhang Liang ignored them.

The boat was already drifting towards Zhaozhou City.

After drifting for several hours, the shape of Zhaozhou City could already be seen.

Seeing this, Zhang Liang took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"Collect the team."

Xu Hao was safe and sound.

Or say.

The hostage shot all five kidnappers to death! "After boarding the boat, I used words to persuade them to attack me. When it was dark, I took out their magazines and only kept one magazine full of bullets. I threw the rest into the sea."

"Then in the morning, I used the ropes that apparently bound me to make them let down their guard, and then I took the gun and killed them."

"But I didn't expect that there was another person with extra magazines, and that Cheng Yang still had bullets on him, and had already loaded his gun."

"I had no choice but to shoot him dead."

November 13th.

Staying in the room, Xu Hao looked at Zhang Liang in front of him and told him everything.

What he described was basically the entire process of the crime, but he made slight changes to the time of the theft of the gun.

"Stealing magazines?"

Zhang Liang paused, raised his head and looked at Xu Hao with narrowed eyes.

Magazines can indeed be stolen.

On the battlefield, if you encounter an enemy at close range and you are out of bullets, you can reach out and take away the opponent's magazine, thereby creating the prerequisite for close combat.

But, this thing can’t be said to be stealing, it’s more like robbing!

Steal the magazine, or steal from five people. "It's like this."

Xu Hao paused and a smile appeared on his face.

"Team Leader Zhang, you can touch your wallet."

Zhang Liang paused, he reached out and touched his chest.

Fortunately, I felt a bulge and immediately felt relieved.

"The wallet is still there."

“But the money is gone.”

Xu Huo smiled, then pulled out his hand and placed a few red banknotes on the table.

At the same time, there were several unknown documents of the other party that had never been opened.

Zhang Liang was silent for a moment.

He opened his pocket and pulled out his wallet.

Sure enough, although the wallet was still there, it was already empty. Of course, it was not completely empty.

There is also a note.

He pulled it out and found a line of words written on it.

【Visit here】

Zhang Liang: "You are still too comprehensive."

He threw the note into the trash can with an expressionless face, and then stuffed a few cards and money into his bag.

"Where did you learn that?"

"Police Academy."

"Does the police academy teach this?"

"The police academy teaches anti-pickpocket techniques. Since I know anti-pickpocket techniques, I naturally know how to be a pickpocket. I can steal wallets."

"so."

Xu Hao said calmly, "It's reasonable for me to steal a few guns."

There are different levels of bandits.

The first level is the technique, just like those magicians who can use poker magic to practice the technique, and when they reach the ultimate level, they become a thief.

The second level is psychological quality and IQ. It requires the psychological quality to be able to talk and laugh in the face of some special identities, when one's life is in danger like dancing on a tightrope, and the brains to plan a theft.

The third level is a qualitative leap in the goal!

Stealing wallets and cell phones? This is a petty thief, not a robber.

Xu Hao stole a lot of things in his dreams, but he can’t remember clearly.

Confidential files, passenger planes, and fighter jets have all been stolen.

Or a country.

He tried it when he was in junior high school. He turned his dreams into a game save file, and each dream did not change but continued to be deduced.

To pass a level is to complete a certain type of goal that you have set.

So he tried to steal a small country.

He died many times, and died miserably, in all kinds of ways, but... he succeeded once.

He, in his dream, stole a country.

"You convinced me."

Zhang Liang was silent for a while, then a smile appeared on his face.

He stood up, took the notebook with him, and was about to walk out, but after thinking for a moment he said, "Although I have already said what I wanted to say, I still want to ask you one more question."

"Are you interested in joining the Special Fifth Bureau?"

"I'm not interested. Being a consultant is good. I can enjoy the benefits and have freedom."

Xu Hao decisively refused.

"good."

Zhang Liang didn't argue too much, nodded, and walked out.

Their institution respects individual wishes and it is impossible to force them, not even in this lifetime.

Besides, the logic of the case is very perfect. What reason does he have to make things difficult for his own people?

The person who died shouldn’t have died?

Damn it.

Since he deserves to die, it doesn't matter where he dies, as long as it's at the hands of our own people.

Watching the other person walk away, Xu Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before he could recover, the next second, a man who was waiting at the door, scratching his head, saw Zhang Liang leaving and rushed in.

"Oh my god, oh my god, it's bad, it's bad!"

"What's the matter?" Xu Hao paused and looked at Wang Chao.

“You want to start a business again?”

"Oh, starting a business is a good thing, would I say it's not good?"

Wang Chao spoke with a righteous look on his face. After a pause, he remembered the reason why he came and immediately said anxiously:

"It's your fault!"

"I?"

"Isn't this good for me?"

Xu Hao paused, with a questioning look in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)