"Bang!"

The sound of weapons and the air merges.

The uniform breathing sound is slow and light.

The slender and powerful fingers held the weapon, and the man's phoenix eyes were bright and dazzling.

"Damn! You used weapons?! Are you fucking crazy?!"

A roar came, and then the weapon in the man's hand was removed, and someone punched him hard on his face.

Descending to the ground, he looked at the blue sky and a few white clouds floated.

A trace of haze flashed across the pitch-black phoenix eyes.

...

Three hours ago.

The calm footsteps sounded from far to near, and the door behind him was pushed open.

When the visitor saw the figure standing straight in the room, he spoke first: "Zhou Yao."

Zhou Yao turned around, his eyes shining, and raised his hand and bowed.

Putting down his hand, he curled his lips and smiled, "Uncle Wen."

"Good boy!" Wen Jingyu strode forward, gave Zhou Yao a hug between men, and patted him on the shoulder hard, "I haven't seen you for a year, you guy is even tougher!"

Zhou Yao reached out to wrap his arms around Wen Jingyu's shoulder and asked, "Uncle Wen is in good health?"

Wen Jingyu let him go and said with a smile: "Okay, there is nothing wrong with it. Those old problems will not kill me."

Sword eyebrows, phoenix eyes, straight nose bridge, thin lips.

Zhou Yao and Zhou Yanchen look very similar, but unlike Zhou Yanchen, he is a little feminine because he has been in the training camp for years, and he has more masculine aura, especially wheat-colored skin, which is enough to make women crazy.

"Sit." Wen Jingyu said, pointing to the sofa beside him.

Zhou Yao nodded and sat down with him.

"Have you heard of the above news?" Wen Jingyu asked as soon as he sat down.

Zhou Yao smiled but said nothing.

Wen Jingyu pinched his shoulder, "No surprise, the specific notice will come next week. You are really, you are the youngest squadron leader here! OK! Han Zhang has been compared by you."

"Brother Hanzhang is very outstanding." Zhou Yao said in a deep voice.

Wen Jingyu smiled and asked again: "Where is Shishi? Are you connected with Shishi?"

Speaking of Wen Junshi, a hint of gentleness ripped in Zhou Yao's phoenix's eyes, "Not yet, I'll come to see you first when I come back."

"This is your wrong." Wen Jingyu hummed pretending to be angry, "No matter what, I can't stand in front of Shishi, otherwise the little girl will not be jealous? You are getting married, how are you preparing for the wedding?"

"I've done something bad, thank you for your hard work."

Although the father felt sorry for his daughter, there was nothing he could do. The daughter had been killed by the prospective son-in-law in front of him.

"Okay, go and meet Shishi. I won't say this girl, but I think you tightly."

"Well, Uncle Wen, then I'll leave first."

"Go."

Zhou Yao stood up, bowed respectfully to Wen Jingyu, and strolled out of the house.

In the corridor, he took out his cell phone from his pants pocket, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and dialed Wen Junshi's number.

"Hey, A Yao."

"It's me."

A heavy male voice came from the receiver, making Wen Junshi's nose feel sore.

"Well, are you back?"

"I'm back, I just met Uncle Wen."

"Then you now?"

"I'll go find you, where are you?"

“I’m in the cultural center.”

"Okay, wait for me."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yao had just walked a few steps when his cell phone rang again.

After looking at the screen, he quickly picked it up.

"I know, I'll go there right away."

...

A cordon was set up outside the building, and the police and doctors isolated the crowds who were watching the fun from afar.

Zhou Yao jumped off the Land Rover, looked at the building opposite, and quickly walked upstairs.

"This is Captain Zhou."

"Hello Captain Zhou."

“What’s the situation?”

"Several criminals took two hostages, and we just received the body of a hostage..." Speaking of this, the young policeman took off his hat and covered his eyes.

The phoenix eyes flashed with yin and Zhou Yao clenched his fists silently, "Weapon."

"Captain Zhou?"

"Give me the weapon."

After taking the weapon, Zhou Yao quickly stood up.

"The person in charge here is Captain Wen, who is deploying there."

"Yeah." Zhou Yao raised his weapon indifferently.

Around him, the little policeman was impressed by his aura and dared not speak anymore, and even breathed lightly.

The eyes look at the nose, the nose look at the heart, the whole body is integrated with the weapons in the hands, and now they are one.

Soon, someone's voice came from behind, "When the squadron leader said, I want to catch all the people alive."

This is related to whether they can destroy the entire criminal group.

Zhou Yao just held his weapon and didn't move.

An hour later, a criminal finally showed his head.

The criminal holds a weapon in his hand.

Aiming, Zhou Yao aimed at his wrist.

"What? That hostage is also..."

Suddenly, a sound rang out.

Zhou Yao's fingers trembled, and that scene suddenly flashed through his mind.

A girl who was in her early age was tortured by such a fierce criminal and was eventually abused.

"Bang!"

He used a weapon.

...

One week later.

"Ding! Ayao, it's me, are you okay? I'm very worried about you. Our wedding is tomorrow, you, do you remember it?"

"Dou! Zhou Yao? You must attend the court today. A Yao, don't make me embarrassed."

"Ding! Xiaobao, it's mother, why don't you answer the phone? Mom is very worried about you. Can you hear a message and reply to your mother?"

The man on the bed opened his eyes, listened to all more than 30 messages, and sat up.

Touching the short hair on his head, his sharp phoenix eyes slightly curled up and lifted the quilt.

Walking into the bathroom, I turned on the shower.

In front of the mirror, slender fingers touched the mist above, and in the mirror, there were male faces showing off.

With a perfect outline as carved as a knife, God is another outstanding creature.

He took out his razor and shaved his beard, he changed into his clothes and went out.

After getting into the car, Zhou Yao called Mo Xiran.

Almost as soon as I got connected, the phone was answered.

Mo Xiran's anxious voice came, "Xiaobao! Is Xiaobao you?"
To be continued...