Breaking Through The Clouds

Chapter 102

"The devil had kidnapped thirteen princesses, but what he loved and looked forward to in his heart had always been the firebird that brings death."

If he remained in a stunned position for another second, the stalker behind him would've discovered the fact that he'd been exposed, and it would be difficult to predict whether it would develop into a life-and-death struggle.

At this moment, Yan Xie instinctively bent down and rolled up his trousers as if that's what he always meant to do, his movements natural without any abnormalities. Then he got up and continued to walk forward.

--When he was rolling up his trousers, he glanced back for a moment. The trees behind him were neat and tidy, like a quiet shadow under a street lamp.

It was impossible for a lot of people to hide downstairs. First of all, if there were, he wouldn't have walked all the way without noticing anything. Second, community management had not been neglected to that extent. It was possible to sneak in one or two outsiders, but it was impossible for an unregistered vehicle to go in and out without anyone noticing.

So the stalker was probably one or two people, and they were following from a distance of about fifteen to twenty meters away. Under such visual conditions, the shooting accuracy was difficult to guarantee, that's to say, that even if the other party had a gun, they would not shoot rashly for the time being, and if they suddenly approached from the bushes, it would take at least two to three seconds for the other party to launch an attack after making a sound.

For now - Yan Xie calmly checked the distance between himself and the front door, about 80 meters.

It would only take him another minute to enter the surveillance area.

Pat pat, Yan Xie walked on the concrete floor in his slippers, and no one saw the blue veins bursting on the back of his hand carrying the garbage bag.

What did the people following him want to do?

How many days have they been hiding in this community?

Why were they taking pictures of him like the paparazzi?

If it wasn't for the bad timing, Yan Xie would almost feel absurd and ridiculous in his heart. But what he was most concerned about now was not that he had no gun, no knife, and nowhere to pick up a wooden stick in the beautifully trimmed greenery of the community, but that - Jiang Ting lives in this apartment.

If he made any mistakes, would the opponent's next target be Jiang Ting, who was weak and frail?

The door was getting closer and closer, the bright lights in the duty room gradually became clear, and the faint movement behind him seemed to have stopped. Yan Xie's heart gradually calmed down as he progressed step by step. He went up and knocked on the glass of the duty room. The security guard who was dozing with his head tilted immediately woke up and stepped forward to open the door: "Hey, Brother Yan!"

The security guard had been working in the community for a long time and knew that Yan Xie was a policeman, but he just didn't know what kind of policeman he was. Yan Xie stood at the door of the duty room and didn't go in. He took out cigarettes and gave one to him: "Excuse me, I'm here to borrow a lighter."

The security guard quickly thanked him and took out a lighter, and the two smoked cigarettes face-to-face for a while. Yan Xie asked: "Are you on duty here tonight?"

The security guard said, "Yeah."

"Have you seen a stranger come in?"

"No, I'm keeping an eye out!"