Another Attempt At My Job Chapter 7

"This is the structural plan of the teaching building." The young police officer hurriedly laid out the plan for the new leader, and his bitter face finally showed a relaxed attitude.

It seems that he is very happy to give this hot potato to others.

Blake Jing took off the sand-colored windbreaker he was wearing and placed it on the little police officer's arm. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt twice to reveal his strong, smooth and beautiful arms. When he was done, he patted the person's shoulder to encourage and comfort: "Well done."

It was as if the little police officer was not delivering a floor plan, but rescuing the hostages. The compliment made the little police officer chuckle twice.

Blake Jing looked down at the paper plan. It was old, the edges of the paper were damaged, and he even saw a few wormholes. Fortunately, the worms were obedient and did not bite the buildings and words in the center, which would not make this bleak reality even more miserable.

This is a four-story building. Except for a large auditorium on the top floor that occupies half of the floor, the three floors below are all common teaching buildings. Stairs are located on both sides of the teaching building, leading directly to the top floor. There are several classrooms on each floor.

Just putting one person at each stairwell means there are eight kidnappers in this group.

"How many people did you bring?" Blake Jing asked.

The young police officer, who was staring blankly at the side of his face, suddenly wiped the tip of his nose and subconsciously replied: "Seven, plus me."

Blake Jing: "."

Including him, there are only eight people, which is exactly the same as the minimum number of kidnappers.

Did that B@st@ard offend Zang Tian?

Blake Jing comforted himself that if both sides were bare-handed, he could ensure that these young people escaped unscathed.

"Are the kidnappers armed? Did they make any demands?"

The young police officer's face fell suddenly: "No, no matter how we shouted, the kidnappers just didn't say anything."

Nothing was detected, and his own position was exposed. This little police officer was just trying to make his rescue more difficult.

Blake Jing cursed Zang Tian again in his heart, and nodded calmly on his face as he was used to acting as the backbone. He raised his hand and put it on the young police officer's waist and squeezed it. The soft texture felt like rice cakes, telling him clearly that this The petty police officer's combat power is five.

The young police officer was caught off guard and was poked in the waist. He was not wary at all. Instead, he blushed and said coquettishly: "What are you doing?"

The hand touching his waist slowly slid down. The young police officer's face became redder and redder, and he even whispered like a mosquito, "We are outside."

Blake Jing: "."What is this guy thinking about?

With a click, Blake Jing took out the police officer's pistol when no one was prepared, and held it against his chest with one hand. His normally gentle face suddenly sank and became cold and serious.

Faced with the sudden attack, the young police officer froze on the spot. He looked worried when someone pointed his gun at him and asked, "Are you too stressed?"

Blake Jing momentarily wanted to pry open his skull to see if the cement had mangled his brain. He held on to his last hope and looked at the police officers surrounding him with his peripheral vision. After seeing them, he suddenly realized what he was doing, and suddenly his face was filled with excitement. With a panicked look on his face, Blake Jing hurriedly took out his gun and didn't even unbuckle it for a long time. Blake Jing completely resigned himself to his fate.

Tanedian made up his mind to let him go alone.

He raised his hand and turned the pistol. The cold white skin and the black metal danced together to inspire dangerous beauty. Blake Jing put the gun back to its original position, raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows and said to the police around him who finally took out the pistol and pointed it at him. : "Stop being busy, I'll go in alone next, and you can go seek support."

The little policeman quickly stopped in front of Blake Jing and shook his head: "It's too dangerous to be alone."

Blake Jing almost spit out, 'It's dangerous to take you with me'. His on-the-spot reaction was not up to standard, his physical fitness was not up to standard, and now he wanted to say that his IQ was not up to standard. Sending this group of small policemen over when the enemy was unknown was a human target, and he didn't even count on a shield.

Blake Jing's beautiful words, which he had practiced over the years, were able to coax people into thinking. He made the matter of pulling out a gun just come to pass, and then asked with a serious look on his face, saying that your request for support is the greatest contribution to today's rescue operation.

Watching these young men go to get the communicator, Blake Jing stretched his muscles and quietly approached the teaching building through the cover of the woods without disturbing anyone.

When the little police officer fidgeted with the walkie-talkie and turned around, the crows flew by, leaving an empty patch of grass. His face changed from confusion to shock and finally sadness. He grabbed Blake Jing's windbreaker and choked into the walkie-talkie: " Mr. Blake Jing took the lead and is gone!"

The real person in charge of the operation, Dean, took the walkie-talkie and was confused: "Huh?"

What a mess!

The teaching building has been abandoned for many years, and there is no popularity inside. Moss is sticky on the walls, and the flat floor tiles under the feet are also messy due to the stubborn growing grass blades. The walls are printed with pale green moss, and it is eerie, with a damp and cool air. The smell of decay hits your face, reminding you of a tomb.

Blake Jing hid behind a window with broken glass and used the hanging ivy to check what was going on inside. He was surprised to find that no one was guarding the two staircases.

Is it a trap?

Blake Jing turned over and walked in, holding on to the window sill and landing lightly. His hard leather boots made no sound, and he quietly approached the stairs. He picked up a stone with his fingers and threw it on the ground there. The sound of the collision of bricks and stones was heard. There was a crisp sound in the empty corridor, and the sound echoed clearly in the silence.

After waiting for a while, no one came to check.

Blake Jing's expression became strange, and a conjecture popped up in his mind. This group of kidnappers couldn't be brainless, right?

"This damn place has no water or electricity. It's so gloomy that I'm getting goosebumps!" The young man with a ferocious face and walking with his legs crookedly like a crab said in an evil voice. He had just finished draining the water and was fastening his belt. He had been sitting for a long time. When he heard that someone was talking to him, he clicked his tongue impatiently: "Did you hear that? Just say something and don't scare me!"

A cold hand stretched out from the shadows and pinched the back of his neck. Chills ran from the contact point of his skin to his forehead. The body of the arrogant man trembled, and there was a smear of water under his body.

"Don't be so excited, I heard you." A magnetic and gentle voice sounded from behind, with a smile.

The crab also knew that he had lost face, so he swallowed his saliva, his expression changed several times and finally turned green, and he screamed: "You...!"

Blake Jing climbed up to the third floor and finally met two living people. Originally, he thought that Max Osamu was naughty and had endless tricks to torture people to madness. Those who could tie him up were either extremely intelligent or well-equipped. , martial arts are unparalleled, this preconceived idea made him cautious all the way, but when he finally saw a living person, he realized that he had thought too much.

This group of people is just a bunch of gangsters. Maybe they haven't even finished their compulsory education. I don't know if this soft-footed shrimp has a force value of five.

Blake Jing clenched his fingers, lowered his head slightly and hid his face in the darkness. Only those golden eyes with a careless laziness captured people's attention. It was a pity that no one saw this beautiful scenery. Purple electricity flashed across his fingertips, and he shocked the crab threateningly, saying in a nice voice: "Don't be so loud. Come on, kids, tell me how many of you are there?"

The words were so magnetic and gentle that the crab felt gloomy and strange in the dark corridor. His arrogance was extinguished under the stimulation of the electric current. He only felt his scalp was numb, which exposed his nature of bullying and fearing the strong. In this dark corridor Nei didn't know what he was thinking, his legs were shaking like noodles: "Big brother, if you have something to say, please say it, don't do anything."

He smiled flatteringly: "There are only three of us, and the boss is on top. Can you let me go?"

He vividly portrayed the coward as a rat, and bought their boss clean without even a hint of friendship.

Can this group of guys with high IQ and spinelessness really kidnap Max?

I'm afraid Max didn't trick this group of people into being taken away on purpose.

Blake Jing came up with the truth and didn't talk nonsense. He squeezed hard with his hand, and the crab's eyes turned black and he fainted and fell limply to the ground.

The long-haired young man crossed over with his long legs, then took out a handkerchief and wiped his fingers slowly. He squinted at the palm of his hand. His face obscured by broken hair was dim and unclear. There was only one person in the long corridor of the tomb. , he showed the emotion that was not shown in front of others.

"Are you sure we're okay?" Crab Mouth's boss squatted next to Max and asked hesitantly.

"It's okay!" Max was tied to a chair with his legs dangling. A hostage looked more relaxed than the kidnapper. He was calculating Blake Jing's position in his mind and said perfunctorily to the smooth and wrinkle-free boss: " For the safety of the hostages, they dare not act rashly. It will be much easier for you to raise conditions when they lose their composure. "The premise is that you can wake up until then.

The crab boss heard this and patted Max's shoulder. The stench hit his face as he brushed his palm against his cheek. The lazy smile on Max's face froze. He only heard him praise: "You are worthy of being a young master trained by a big family. You're just smarter than us." After saying that, he rubbed his fingers and changed his tone: "But, if you lie to us, you won't get the money."

He faced Max and waved his fist threateningly: "I can't beat you to death." His arrogant voice fell under Max's suddenly brightened eyes. For a moment, his heartbeat was like a drum, which made his eardrums sting. He was confused and confused. think:

Who is he missing me looking at?

Immediately, he felt a pain in his neck, and without even the slightest resistance, his vision went black and he fainted.

Max chuckled twice, and said in a long and playful voice, "Who are you beating?"

Unfortunately, the person he asked the question had fainted and could not hear his voice. Max didn't even look at the guy again, staring straight at the person.

Blake Jing stood between the seats, with his head raised as Max was tied to the stage in the auditorium. The swallowtail slowly flapped its wings and passed between the two of them. The dust particles glowed faintly in the air, and the sunlight filtered through the green glass. His face was illuminated, and the few seconds of silence seemed to stretch to a century.

After a long time, he showed an exaggerated smile of surprise to Blake Jing in the audience, "Have you come to see me? I've been waiting for you, I'm very good~"

Blake Jing ignored him and took out his walkie-talkie to tune in. The little policeman's mournful voice came over: "Who are you?"

"Stop crying. I've already dealt with the kidnappers in the building. Come up and clean them up."

He released the button before the little policeman's cry of joy could be heard, cutting off the other party's useless and long joy.

"Blake Jing, why are you ignoring me? I've been waiting for you for a long time, why don't you want me again? Am I disobedient?" Max glanced at the intercom with dark eyes, and when he looked up again, he showed a pitiful expression. Staring at Blake Jing, what didn't match his tone was the gloom in his eyes that seemed to tear him apart and devour him: "Aren't you happy to see me? I'm very happy!"

Max was tied to a chair, with bruises on his face, and he said affectionately with crooked eyebrows: "Blake Jing, I miss you so much."

Blake Jing's heart was as calm as water, and he forced down the little bit of heartache that surfaced, warning that the little brat in front of him was not an innocent boy, but a madman who regardless of his own safety, made himself look like this and still managed to laugh.

He glanced at Max who was tirelessly talking sticky words, and finally pulled out his dagger and cut off the hemp rope binding Max's body, and said with a bit of coldness: "I'm so happy to see you so alive and kicking. ." He picked up the scattered hemp rope on the ground and tied a knot around the Crab boss's wrist with his fingers to prevent people from escaping.

After all, Max was still a child, and it was already a miracle that he was full of energy. His body couldn't bear it. He had been tortured for the past two days and lost a lot of weight before being tied to a chair. Now that the rope was untied, his body could not return to being alive and kicking. He reluctantly stood up with the back of the chair, and said with some doubts: "Really? But I feel that you are not satisfied." He supported his chin pretending to be innocent, and finally smiled brightly, as if he had come up with the best solution: "Otherwise, next time I'm captured, I'll be bullied into pieces and you'll save me again, okay?"

The young man's eyes sparkled and he was as beautiful as the stars. Not only did he not have any fear, but he almost had "Yes, all of this is a trick I directed and acted to lure you out" written on his face. He looked at Blake Jing expectantly, waiting. The various emotions shown by this young man who is so beautiful that it makes people lose their minds!

A tantrum? A look of disgust?

But he was disappointed after all, Blake Jing didn't look at him again.

The smile on Max's face suddenly sank, and he watched with a gloomy expression as Blake Jing walked to the window without a window, turned his back to him and raised his hand to greet the wastes below lazily, his slightly curly white hair half The face is covered, and the corners of Ruowuorou's smiling mouth have a hint of weariness and seductiveness. The faint morning light scatters from the sky and shines on the person, like a phantom that can disappear at any time.

No matter how proficient Max was in scheming, he was just a kid of several years old. He just felt like his heart was being scratched in someone's hands, and he felt so depressed that he just wanted to destroy something and tear something apart.

With a cold face, he raised his head slightly, curled up tightly under his sleeves, and said with obvious displeasure, "Blake Jing, look at me."

The commanding tone resounded in the auditorium and reached Blake Jing's ears clearly. He looked at the scenery outside the window casually, watching the rolling mountains rise and fall, and saw the frightened birds in the forest, but he didn't look at Max.

After taking off the burden of being a general, Blake Jing revealed every trace of his hidden nature, and the child's temperament hidden under his gentleness also showed signs.

A few words popped up in his mind: Just let me see it? Why.

Blake Jing thought about it and almost couldn't help laughing. It's true that the older you get, the more you live.

But Max always has to teach him a lesson. He must let Max know that not everything in this world is as he wishes.

He made up his mind to ignore Max.

Max bit his lip, looked deeply at Blake Jing and withdrew his eyes. He jumped off the stage easily, raised his hand to take off the jacket he was wearing, and threw it on the Crab Boss who was unconscious on the ground with a look of disgust. Advanced customization The clothes were soft and smooth, with a bit of ink fragrance. The crab boss subconsciously rubbed them and sighed in comfort, but this comfort had not penetrated into the bone marrow, and then a storm of fists and kicks attacked his body.

The sound of fists hitting flesh filled the auditorium horrifyingly. Blake Jing's hand on the window sill subconsciously tightened for a moment, and he slowly turned around with an indifferent expression.

Max knelt down on the howling man with a smile that was so excited that he was crazy, and hit the man again and again. Blake Jing's excellent dynamic vision even saw Max's palm quickly turning red and showing a weird angle.

Broken bones.

Blake Jing is determined. He did not move, but stayed in place, watching with an indifference that even surprised him.

Not only did he see Max's red palms, but he also saw a piece of glass in his other hand, and the shiny sharp weapon was pressed against the man's neck. It seemed that if he moved even once, Max would sever the man's arteries!

Crazy, cruel, a lunatic who doesn't even care about using himself as a bargaining chip!

This one-sided violence ended with the clattering sound of the little policemen as they hurriedly walked through the corridor. The man also screamed miserably at the beginning and is now dying, lying on the ground unable to move. I don’t know what happened to such a small baby. It came with so much strength.

Max stood up, threw his clothes and glass fragments away, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead in disgust, and then walked towards Blake Jing.

When the little policeman appeared at the door of the auditorium panting, Max raised his hand at the same time and handed him his red and swollen wrist. With his back to the crowd, his face was gloomy and proud, and he said aggrievedly: "Blake Jing, It hurts me so much."