"Pay attention to your surroundings. He may still be here," No.03 reminded.
Everyone's heart skipped a beat when they heard that.
They had just returned to the first floor from the second floor, and they had confirmed that Zhang Heng was no longer on the second floor. This meant that there was a high probability that he was still on the first floor.
At the thought that such a terrifying killer might be lurking around them, everyone became nervous. The person holding the heat detector immediately began to scan the surroundings. However, No.2 did not do so. She looked up at the ceiling and then raised the heat detector in her hand. At this moment, the two companions beside her also held their breath, holding their guns, and moving along with the heat detector in her hand.
However, after a full circle, they still could not find Zhang Heng's figure.
"Did he escape from the gate?" No.03 asked.
"I can't rule out this possibility." No.8 frowned, but then he saw a federal police walking towards him.
"What's wrong?"
"I just counted the bodies. We lost ten colleagues, but only nine bodies were found here."
No.8's pupils shrank when he heard this. He then raised his gun and pointed it at the federal police not far away, shouting, "Everyone, don't move! Raise your hands!"
No.2 and No.03 were half a beat slower, but they quickly reacted. They cooperated with No.8 and pointed their guns at their companions next to them.
Ten people were missing, but there were only nine corpses in the hall. Obviously, there was a reason why such a situation occurred. These federal police officers were ordered to help them arrest the "dangerous suspects." They had very little information, and there was no value in interrogating them. Hence, the possibility of them being kidnapped by Zhang Heng was very low. Hence, it was almost impossible for the tenth person to survive. Zhang Heng ignored the other nine corpses and hid only one of them … This made Number 8 quickly think of a possibility.
He had to admire Zhang Heng's courage.
But this time, Zhang Heng's risky move was likely to shoot himself in the foot.
"Now, all teams form a circle. Everyone, check if you know the people around you," No.8 ordered.
All the federal police officers were stunned when they heard that. Their colleagues had just been killed, and their hearts were filled with grief, especially when the policeman who was shot earlier saw the body of the plainclothes officer who gave him the bulletproof vest on the ground. All this was done to assist the three men in front of them who were said to be sent by the higher-ups to arrest the felon.
However, not only did the other party not apologize to them, but he also turned around and pointed his gun at them. In this case, even the most good-tempered people would inevitably feel dissatisfied. So, when No.8 finished speaking, no one moved.
But after that, they heard a gunshot. No.2 raised her pistol and fired a shot above her head. "Everyone, don't make us repeat ourselves. We are doing this for your safety. This time, the criminal you are facing is more brutal and cunning than you think. Not only did he kill your colleagues, but he also probably wore one of their clothes and sneaked into your team. If you don't want to become the next corpse, you, you, and you, you, you, you'd better be.
The federal police fell silent when they heard that. After a while, someone finally began to move, followed by the second person, the third person … They formed a small circle according to No.8's instructions.
The three emergency response team members stood in a triangle, each staring in one direction. Once Zhang Heng was recognized, they would pull the trigger and kill him immediately, not giving Zhang Heng any chance to escape.
This was why No.8 said that Zhang Heng had shot himself in the foot this time.
In the white smoke, everyone's face appeared vaguely visible. Only people within half a meter of each other could see each other's faces.
No.8's eyes swept across the circle, and his mind became unprecedentedly focused at this moment. He believed that the prey had fallen into the hunter's trap, and it was time to reel in the net.
The federal police officers carefully identified the people around them according to No.8's instructions. They even reached out and touched each other's faces to make sure that there was no silicone mask on them. The result surprised No.8 a little.
None of the seventeen police officers present were imposters. In the end, all of them passed the verification.
Could it be that his previous speculation was wrong? Zhang Heng killed ten people and dragged away one of the corpses. He did not do it for the clothes on it, but why did the other party do it?
No.8 himself was also a master of assassination. Putting himself in Zhang Heng's shoes, he couldn't figure out the answer to this question. At the same time, No.8 felt like he had missed some very important information.
Then, No.8 suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the seventeen federal police officers in front of him. "Wait, which one of you came to us and told us that a body is missing?!"
The federal police officers looked at each other when they heard this, but no one answered No.8's question.
No.8's heart gradually sank to the bottom.
Even though he realized that Zhang Heng had infiltrated the federal police and raised his guard, No.8 still missed one person unknowingly, and that was the police officer who reminded him that a body was missing. Although No.8 did not mean to treat the latter differently from other police officers, because the other party was the first person to remind him of this matter, No.8 subconsciously classified the police officer as a relatively safe and trustworthy area.
After that, most of his attention was focused on the seventeen federal police officers not far away, but he ignored the person closest to him. No.8 found that he had no impression of the latter's last movements.
He only felt a chill in his hands and feet. Even with his extremely tough nerves that were shaped by his memory, he felt a long-lost sense of fear at this moment.
He rushed to a police officer as fast as he could, grabbed the heat detector from the latter's hand, and shone it on No.2 and No.3, only to find that the two were no longer in the same place.
No.8 didn't think that the two would run around at such a critical time, and they didn't even inform each other beforehand. So the most likely scenario was that both of them had died.
With No.6 as a lesson, No.8 did not doubt Zhang Heng's assassination ability. However, the scene in front of him still made him feel a little incredulous. With No.2 and No.3's skills, they didn't even have time to make a sound before they were killed.
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