Dust flew up and slowly drifted down. Yan Xuan was stunned for a long time before he said, "This potential is not bad …"
"I was once," Jiang Stops clapped his hands and stood up. He was still a little out of breath. "I was one of the top three in grappling and wrestling. Huff, huff …"
Yan Ji pondered for a while and asked, "Management or Criminal Division?"
Before he could finish his words, he received Jiang Ting's death ray.
The cellar was not dug deep. It was only as tall as two people. The bottom was covered with a messy oilcloth and empty shelves. It was a bit like the cellar of a northerner. It could barely allow two people to stand face to face. Even turning around was a little difficult. Yan Ji climbed down first. He shone the flashlight around and searched for a while. Jiang Stops squatted on top of him and asked, "Did you find anything?"
"…" Yan Ji suddenly waved his hand. "Come down quickly!"
"What's wrong?"
"There's no time to explain. Come down quickly!"
Jiang Stops did not understand. He went down to the cellar using his arms and legs. Before he could stand firm, Yan Ji suddenly grabbed him and pressed him up.
"You … Ugh …"
The flashlight fell to the ground with a clang and rolled twice. The halo reflected their intertwined feet, and then their knees and thighs, which were tightly pressed together. The sound of clothes rubbing and panting was particularly clear in the quiet underground. After a while, the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard. Jiang Stops said in a low voice, "Hmm."
"You don't want me to squeeze?" Yan Ji asked in a low voice. He forced Jiang Stops against the wall. In the narrow space, he did not need to use much strength to make Jiang Stops unable to move. "I want to squeeze."
"…"
The field was silent, the halo was dim, and their entangled breaths made people restless. Jiang Stops' lips, which were red from kissing, were slightly parted. Yan Ji rubbed his thumb over and over again. After a while, he lowered his head and kissed him again, reflecting an inseparable silhouette.
"You …"
"Hmm?" Yan Ji bit Jiang Stops's ear and said hoarsely, "What's wrong with me?"
Jiang Stops was about to push his arms and legs away when Yan Ji hurriedly grabbed him. "Don't go, don't go … I'm not lying to you. I really found something! Here. "
As if performing a magic trick, Yan Ji picked up the flashlight, squatted down, and lifted the messy waterproof cloth. There was a black thing on the shelf, wrapped tightly. After taking it out and unwrapping it layer by layer, it revealed a square hard object wrapped in a white paper bag.
Jiang Stops patted it and knew what this brick-like thing was — cash.
"It's quite heavy." Yan Ji gestured for him to take a look. "There are words on it."
Jiang Stops lowered his head. Under the light of the flashlight, he saw four words written faintly on the white paper bag with a black pen: Two hundred and fifty thousand yuan.
In the crisscrossing light, the two people's faces were a little gloomy. After a while, Yan Ji suddenly asked, "Usually, assassins pay half of the money in advance and the other half after they succeed, right?"
Jiang Stops said, "How would I know? I've never been an assassin."
Yan Ji squatted on the ground and Jiang Stops stood behind him. Due to the limited space, the two people were still close together. Yan Ji looked back at Jiang Stops. His face looked a little strange because he was trying hard to hold back his smile. He said slowly, "I didn't expect you to be so cheap in Wang Xingye's eyes. Only five hundred thousand …"
Then he looked at Jiang Stops's face and quickly added, "It's okay. In my eyes, you're worth five hundred million — five billion! You're a priceless treasure! "
"Get out of here." Jiang Stops finally couldn't help but laugh and scold him. He kneed him in the back. "Pack up and hurry up. We've made some discoveries this time."
Yan Ji stood up reluctantly and wanted to be intimate with Jiang Stops. However, Jiang Stops was prepared and kept leaning back. After a while, he had no choice but to give up. He grabbed his limbs and climbed out of the cellar.
The fresh summer night air greeted him. Before he got out of the tunnel, he took a deep breath of the fresh air. Just as he was about to ask Jiang Stops to hand over the two hundred and fifty thousand yuan, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something and stopped.
At the foot of the wall in front of the backyard, the moonlight clearly reflected a few sneaky shadows. One had already come down, two were lying on the wall and preparing to climb down. The leader was holding a flashlight and sweeping the surroundings. When the light shone on Yan Ji, who was sticking half of his body out of the ground, he suddenly froze.
Then, he said, "Someone's here!"
"Who?!"
This change happened too suddenly. In the nick of time, Yan Ji actually caught a glimpse of a gun in the other party's hand. He immediately guessed the identity of the person and blurted out, "Fan Wu?"
Fan Wu was the leader holding the flashlight. He was about to pounce, but when he suddenly heard his name being called, he reflexively staggered. In that one-hundredth of a second, Yan Ji pushed Jiang Stops back into the tunnel. Then he rolled on the ground and took out his pistol. He sternly warned, "Don't move! Police! "
No matter how desperate the criminals were, their first reaction upon hearing the police was to turn around and run. The two people on the wall immediately jumped out. But before they could completely jump out, the front door suddenly closed. The thin police officer from the township police station rushed in without warning. When he saw the situation in the backyard, he was immediately stunned. "There's … there's a gun?!"
Yan Xuan suddenly realized that most of the police officers at the grassroots level did not carry any bullets with them. At most, they would bring an empty gun for show. However, this skinny man did not even dare to show his face and directly yelled!
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