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Chapter 552 It's really big to play (ask for a monthly pass!)

"Uncle, next time we meet, don't be so downcast, Fighting!"

When he was about to reach the door, Quan Shangying waved his fist in cheers.

"Jingle Bell……"

The bell rang.

Two steps away from the door, An Zairong stopped and took out his phone.

"Boss, Cui Zaiye has been missing recently."

"What do you mean by missing?"

"...It seems to be missing. It is said that his subordinates are also looking for him."

The voice on the phone was ambiguous.

An Zairong glanced at the door of the apartment close at hand, "Got it."

Putting down his phone, he didn't go out again, but walked to the window, looked out secretly, and then glanced at the electronic clock on the wall.

"Uncle, what are you doing?"

Quan Shangying was baffled.

An Zairong ignored it, watched through the window for a while, and calmly said: "No matter what happens later, don't come out."

Quan Shangying didn't know why, his face was full of question marks.

An Zairong, who had always been pretending to be a ghost, didn't explain, and hid by the window, the setting sun that came in made his eyes glow dimly.

then.

As if he had made a decision, he walked to the door, pulled the doorknob, and walked out calmly. Just as Quan Shangying was about to follow, the door was quickly slammed shut with a "bang".

"Ya Xi!"

Quan Shangying, who was almost hit on the nose, hurriedly took a few steps back, looking at the closed door, feeling aggrieved.

"Impolite guy, go on your own, Miss Ben won't see you off!"

An Zairong, who went out alone, didn't look around nervously, walked through the corridor swaggeringly, and took the elevator downstairs in a stately manner.

Apartment downstairs.

Four vehicles have come to a complete stop.

"Prosecutor Che, that little bastard said there is still someone in the house, if An Zairong takes her hostage..."

The assistant's concern is not unreasonable.

Cha Changmin didn't respond, picked up the walkie-talkie, "Get out of the car and block all entrances and exits of the apartment building."

"Bang bang bang..."

The door is open.

Most of the prosecutors who followed Cha Changmin from Seoul got out of the car quickly, with stern expressions on their faces, carried out the order with tacit understanding and division of labor, and dispersed silently.

In fact, there are not many entrances and exits in this apartment building, only two, except for the escape route, there is only one main entrance left.

The fully alert prosecutors formed a team of five and firmly guarded the two entrances and exits. Although there were no bright guys, their hands were always on the holsters around their waists.

Cha Changmin raised his head, looked in the direction of the sixth floor through the windshield, and then made a gesture to push the door to get out of the car.

"Prosecutor Che, you can't go down, it's too dangerous."

The assistant reminded nervously.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

Although the little gangster said that An Zairong was just alone and had no helpers, he still had to be careful with this kind of murderous and moody lunatic.

Moreover, today is different from the past, no one knows if An Zairong will jump the wall in a hurry.

"Car prosecutor, let's go, you stay in the car."

"I am white, he is black, there is no reason for white to be afraid of black."

Regardless of the assistant's kind reminder, Cha Changmin insisted on getting out of the car.

But at this moment, before the ready-to-go prosecutors rushed upstairs, in the dim light of the setting sun, a figure gradually appeared at the main entrance of the apartment building.

Cha Changmin paused and looked through the windshield.

The man walked out of the building.

It was An Zairong.

The assistant's breathing was stagnant, and even though the other party was indeed alone, he still couldn't help feeling a strong psychological pressure.

The five prosecutors guarding the main entrance were also stunned. They didn't expect the target to show up, but they quickly reacted and immediately drew out their weapons to surround him.

"An Zairong, we suspect that you are related to an intentional homicide case, come back with us for investigation!"

An Zairong didn't have a strong emotional reaction, and didn't even see a trace of panic. Facing the muzzles of several black guns, he stood there calmly.

"Where's Prosecutor Cha Changmin?"

Even though the situation was under control, the prosecutors did not dare to take it lightly. They held guns and stared at the notorious criminal boss closely, not daring to relax in the slightest.

"Come back with us and we will see you."

One of them reached behind his waist, intending to take out the handcuffs.

"Clap."

The door is open.

Cha Changmin got off the car.

An Zairong saw that there was no despair at the end of the road, but a slight smile on the contrary.

"Prosecutor Che, we meet again."

"Sorry to meet Mr. An in this way."

Cha Changmin approached calmly and calmly.

"An Zairong has shown up, the main gate, hurry up and gather!"

The assistant hurriedly called with the walkie-talkie, and then hurriedly followed to get off the car.

"Mr. An, come with us."

The encirclement is loosened.

Cha Changmin stopped in his tracks.

An Zairong stared at him for a while, then sighed.

"The car prosecutor is really good."

Cha Changmin was neither arrogant nor impetuous, "Fortunately, it wasn't too late."

An Zairong smiled.

"Yeah, if it's a little later, the car prosecutor may be in vain."

"I don't think so. It's just that the location is different. Mr. An, justice will be late, but it will never be absent."

Four eyes facing each other.

An Zarong's smile was even brighter.

"Justice will be late, and it will never be absent. That's a good thing to say."

Cha Changmin's expression was blank.

"Mr. An, please."

An Zairong didn't make the slightest resistance, and even raised his hands in cooperation.

"Prosecutor Che, I really hope that I can sit down with you and have a good chat. I don't know if there is such an opportunity."

This may sound a little weird.

Cha Changmin frowned slightly, and for some reason, suddenly had an ominous premonition.

The prosecutor took out the handcuffs, stepped forward, and was about to arrest the heinous criminal leader.

"Whoosh" sound.

The flesh and blood that exploded suddenly splattered the faces of these prosecutors!
Everyone was a little confused.

"what!!!"

Heart-piercing screams suddenly sounded, piercing the peace of the evening.

A bloody severed arm fell to the ground with a clatter, and the handcuffs were still held in his hand.

I saw the dignified and stern prosecutor just now holding his bloody severed arm, his facial features distorted, and he was in agony.

"There are enemies! Dodge! Dodge quickly!!!"

Cha Changmin quickly regained consciousness, shouted hoarsely, without looking back, quickly grabbed the injured colleague, and ran towards the shelter.

With his years of rich experience, he instantly identified a sniper!
The lethality is so huge, most of it comes from the anti-material sniper rifle!
His response was undoubtedly sensible.

"Om..."

A car sped up from the rear, and a big man with a mask leaned out from the car window. The most eye-catching thing was not his sturdy temperament, but the M136AT4 anti-tank rocket launcher on his shoulders!

These prosecutors were brought to Daegu from Seoul specially by Cha Changmin. They were undoubtedly elites who had experienced many battles.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The bullet hit the car body, striking out fierce sparks.

They are fierce and decisive, but the enemy is even more ferocious!

"boom!"

The hollow-charge armor-piercing shell fired from the anti-tank rocket launcher hit the wall of the apartment building, causing a violent explosion, and two prosecutors were blown away on the spot!

"Take him away!"

As expected of the elite of the judicial system, a prosecutor did not forget his duties and wanted to arrest An Zairong forcibly, but before his hand touched the opponent's shoulder, there was a "whoosh".

A [-] BMG bullet fired from nowhere pierced his body, and the dedicated prosecutor flew back miserably, the blood splashed redly staining An Zairong's suit.

The scene instantly seemed to be on the battlefield of bullets and bullets.

"Barrett."

An Zairong didn't move at all, whether he was frightened or stupid, or because he knew that this kind of situation would be tantamount to courting death, so he restrained his smile, took a breath slowly, and said to himself: "It's really a big game."

"Protect the car prosecutor!"

The assistant yelled that his face was already pale as he had never experienced such a scene, but he still suppressed his fear, shrank behind the car, leaned on his body, and raised his gun to fight back from time to time.

The team responsible for the safe passage had already arrived, and while terrified, they quickly searched for cover and drew their guns to shoot.

The huge movement naturally alarmed the entire apartment building.

The residents at home went out one after another, and then saw the scene downstairs, and they were suddenly frightened.

"Is there an earthquake?"

Quan Shangying also walked out, and when she saw the movie-like scene downstairs, she also fell into a daze.

"Quick, what are you looking at! Go back to the house!"

Parents protected their children, and someone panicked and called the police.

downstairs.

The thrilling battle continues.

The car stopped.

Two big men got out of the car, both wearing brown tactical uniforms, leaning against the car door, holding 56-2 assault rifles, brutally shooting at the elite of the Koryo prosecutorial system.

Although they are elites in the prosecution system, what these people usually face are just ordinary criminals, at best, criminal bosses like An Zairong.

Even An Zai Rong is not so crazy!
The difference in firepower between the two sides was too great, and one prosecutor after another fell to the ground screaming and died in the line of duty.

"Prosecutor Che, let's go! Go!"

The prosecutor whose arm was broken yelled ferociously. The severe blood loss not only made his face pale as paper, but also made his consciousness more and more drowsy.

Suppressing the feeling of fainting like a tide, he took a deep breath, held the pistol in his still intact left hand, and rushed out of the bunker.

"Bang bang bang..."

His eyes were tearing, and he opened fire crazily, trying to give Cha Changmin a chance to escape.

But less than three seconds.

"boom!"

His head exploded and he fell to the ground.

Dawn, who was squatting in a nearby building, had no expression on his face, and slightly shifted the muzzle of Barrett's gun.

sixth floor.

Quan Shangying covered her mouth, her eyes were full of horror, and she backed away in panic.

Not to mention her, a little shopping guide who has been living at the bottom of society, even An Zarong's expression keeps changing.

"Quick fight."

"boom!"

Another rocket.

A car was overturned directly.

The assistant, who couldn't dodge in time, was crushed under the two-ton car, blood gushing from his mouth.

With Barrett's assistance, unknown militants who could be described as crazed launched a brutal and inhuman massacre.

Even if the number is superior, the huge disparity in combat capabilities and the gap in firepower make these Korean prosecutors like poor lambs, powerless to resist.

Just one or two minutes.

The battle ended quickly.

This low-cost apartment building is full of bullet marks and devastated. The front of the building is filled with blood and water, and there are broken limbs and arms. It is like a hell on earth.

"Game-over."

The burly man put down the bazooka on his shoulder, as if he still had something to say.

Carrying 56-2 assault rifles, the two approached An Zairong.

In the hail of bullets, An Zairong was unbelievably unharmed, as if all the bullets avoided him on purpose.

"Come with us."

The man expressed no emotion, and the eyes outside the mask didn't have any warmth, and he didn't look like a rescuer.

An Zairong took a deep breath of the strong smell of blood in the air, and turned his head instead of asking where the other party came from.

"Prosecutor Che, I'm sorry, it seems that we can only talk next time."

The two militants turned their heads and found Cha Changmin behind the pillar.

Cha Changmin was sitting on the ground, his trouser legs were soaked in blood, apparently scratched by bullets in the fierce battle just now.

He pursed his lips tightly, without the fear that his life was hanging by a thread, and his eyes rarely showed anger.

His people are either dead or maimed, plus he has no habit of carrying weapons, let alone resisting, as long as the opponent raises his hand, and only one bullet is needed, he will surely die.

The two men looked at each other.

One grabbed An Zairong's shoulder, turned around and pushed him forward.

The other person didn't kill the killer, and followed behind, even ignoring the famous prosecutor.

"asshole!"

Che Changmin was not lucky to have escaped, he clenched his hands tightly, but felt an unprecedented humiliation on the contrary.

He knew that the other party was not kind.

rather disdain.

"Save, save..."

The assistant stretched out his hand with difficulty, and half of his body was crushed under the car. His internal organs might have been broken, but his strong will to survive still allowed him to hold his last breath.

An Zairong passed by, without looking sideways, and stepped on his head.

The assistant's face was on the ground, and his last breath gradually dissipated. With his eyes open, blood flowed from his mouth, and he died with regret.

An Zairong gets on the bus.

The engine sounded.

After ten minutes.

The first police officers arrived after receiving reports from residents.

When they saw the tragic scene in front of the apartment building, they were all shocked and lost their senses.

After more than 20 minutes.

A large number of police rushed to the scene.

"Cha Changmin, look, this is what you did!"

Cha Hyun Joon was furious.

In the ambulance, Cha Changmin was sitting on a stretcher, and his legs had been simply bandaged.

"I will take charge."

"Responsible?! How are you responsible?! Why did you act without authorization?! Look, how do you let their families accept the blood all over the ground?!"

Cha Xianjun seemed to be a little out of control.

The rest were silent.

"In this line of work, one should have the awareness of self-sacrifice."

"what!"

Cha Xianjun smiled, "Cha Changmin, are you still a human being? You can say such indifferent words?! They didn't have to die, but you were all the ones. You are so happy, and you want to take the credit all by yourself? The result? It's so dead! Many people, where is An Zairong? Have you caught it? As prosecutors, we are not afraid of sacrifice, but our sacrifice must be valuable! Tell me, what is the value of their death?!"

Cha Changmin said nothing.

"Also, they are all dead, why are you the only one who survived?"

Cha Xianjun spoke fiercely, "Cha Changmin, I will report the truth to my superiors. You must make an account for these sacrificed colleagues!"

(End of this chapter)