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One hundred and thirty-four cordon

When they arrived outside the school, Lin Jixin and Ding Jing went to the bus stop to wait for the bus together.

"You actually squeezed into the bus?" Lin Jixin "looked surprised", "Where is your private plane?"

Ding Jing snorted: "The plane is outdated, I plan to change to the spacecraft."

"Before this, it seems that I have to protect you well, otherwise I will definitely be taken away by the Wolf of the Bus."

Ding Jing rolled his eyes: "Are you talking about yourself?"

Lin Jixinyile: "If I can really take advantage of it, I can play this role temporarily."

The two were fighting each other, and the bus that Ding Jing was waiting for was parked next to them in a balanced manner.

The jade face turned slightly red, and Ding Jing rolled his eyes again: "I'm leaving, I won't talk to you anymore, ah--"

She and Lin Jixin were talking happily and walked towards the car door in a state of obsession. Unexpectedly, a burly man walked out of the car door where he was getting in and staggered her. Fortunately, Lin Jixin held her quickly with his eyes and hands, otherwise he would have to fall.

"You..." she muttered dissatisfied.

Halfway through the words, the man had already walked out of the distance.

"Girl, are you okay?" The man who was following the man, in his thirties, was a little thin, but his muscles were very strong. He looked at Ding Jing as if he was kindly greeting him, but the lewd smell in his expression could not be hidden, and his eyes were even more straight into Ding Jing's collar.

Ding Jing was shocked, subconsciously pressed the collar and retreated, just in time to retreat into Lin Jixin's arms. The warm feeling made her feel a little better.

"Let's go." The vulgar man was still talking, but he was pulled by the man in his forties who looked ordinary behind him.

Seeing that these three people were obviously walking away quickly, Ding Jing realized that she was still leaning in Lin Jixin's arms. She quickly stood up with a slightly red face and spat at the people from afar.

After that, she turned her head and saw Lin Jixin looking at the three people thoughtfully.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Her words woke Lin Jixin up. Lin Jixin turned his head and smiled at her: "It's okay, the car is leaving, can't you get in?"

"Ah!" Ding Jing then realized and ran into the car quickly.

Fortunately, she didn't miss the car. She waved goodbye to Lin Jixin in the car, and then saw Lin Jixin turn around and leave the bus stop.

Didn’t he just say he wanted to take the bus? In Ding Jing’s doubts, the bus started. He couldn’t get off the bus and asked. The vehicle swayed gently, and she walked back with her chair with confusion.

At this time, the car was basically full. Ding Jing walked to the rear of the car and found a seat by the window to sit down. She looked away with her head and suddenly saw a piece of new paper on the back door of the bus.

Going closer, she saw clearly that it was a newly posted wanted order by the police station, with portraits of fourteen wanted criminals on it.

It seemed a little familiar, and when she swept past one of them, her heart moved slightly.

This is a fat man who is about thirty years old. She thought about it carefully that she had never seen this person before, but she still felt familiar.

Did you remember wrongly? In the end, she could only wave her head and throw away this doubt.

The car continued to move forward. As the bus swayed rhythmically, she looked bored at the building that could not be retreating outside the window, with a blurred focus and let the subconscious thinking pass through her mind like a tide of thought.

"Bang!" A faint sound interrupted her wandering outdoors, and she came back to her senses alertly.

In the carriage, everyone also heard the sound, and many people were talking.

"A gun?"

"Maybe it's firecrackers."

"It's quite similar to the gunshots on TV."

"I'm thinking too much, where can the gunshots come from in broad daylight?"

"That's right, it's mostly firecrackers."

...

This is gunshot! Ding Jing is different from these ordinary people who have only heard gunshots in TV movies. In her early years, she was taken to the police station's special gun room by some friends to play with guns. She could still tell the gunshots.

Looking at the place where the gunfire came from, it was the direction of the school. The bus stopped at another platform. After hesitating, she stood up and shouted: "Don't close the door, I'll get off!"

From the zebra crossing in front to the opposite side of the road, because it was the peak period of school and get off work, the traffic was slow, and she didn't wait for the bus for several minutes, and the taxi were loaded with people. While waiting for the bus, she saw two police cars whistling by, and felt even more uneasy. Anyway, she was just a stop, so she simply walked to the school quickly.

Far away, she saw a cordon at the school gate, and a group of policemen were guarding there to direct the flow of people around.

She was shocked and hurried forward: "What's wrong? I'm a school teacher."

A young policeman blocked her and said in a formulaic manner: "We are performing official duties, please leave for the time being."

Looking at her beautiful face, the young policeman couldn't help but add another sentence: "Please rest assured, we will protect your students."

Unfortunately, Ding Jing was not interested in listening to him at this time, and his thoughts were in vain.

After glanced over, Ding Jing saw a familiar face and waved her hand and shouted: "Secretary Yang, Secretary Yang..."

Pang Zhonghong's secretary Xiao Yang turned his head when he heard the call. When he saw Ding Jing, he hurriedly came forward: "Miss Ding, why are you here? It's too dangerous, leave quickly."

"What happened? I am the teacher here." Ding Jing asked.

Few people know about Ding Jing being a teacher here. Secretary Xiao Yang was stunned for a moment before reacting. He glanced around first before lowering his voice and said, "The fugitive from Kanghe Prison ran into the school."

Pang Zhonghong is Ding Hong's direct descendant. Xiao Yang, as Pang Zhonghong's secretary, certainly knew this and dared not answer Ding Jing's question.

Ding Jing was shocked: "Ah!"

Seeing her lifting the cordon and going to the school, Xiao Yang quickly grabbed her: "Miss Ding, where are you going, those people have guns."

"I know," Ding Jing was quite calm, "You can help me find a safe place, I need to know the exact news."

Xiao Yang hesitated and said, "Don't say anything, just come with me."

He led Ding Jing to the school. With his leadership, the police on the road did not stop him. The two walked to a three-story building next to the school gate.

In the big room on the second floor of the small building, there were people coming and going. A group of people were surrounded by the big table in the middle, most of whom were wearing police uniforms. Pang Zhonghong stood among them in casual clothes, and everyone was discussing anxiously against the drawing spread on the table.

"Just watch here, don't talk." Xiao Yang whispered to Ding Jing again, and then walked to the group of people.

He came to Pang Zhonghong and whispered a few words. Pang Zhonghong first frowned, and then turned his gaze to Ding Jing.

Pang Zhonghong's expression was not good at this time. He forced himself to nod his head to Ding Jing, said nothing, and immediately turned around, focused his attention on the drawing on the table, and anxiously discussed with his subordinates.
Chapter completed!
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