Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Crack! Kick!"

The sound of the surrounding cameras constantly sounded, and at the same time, the constant discussions began to come. Dialect looked at it, sighed helplessly, and sat on the ground, "Brother, can you give me your data cable?"

He needs a rope to compress the blood vessels and tie his calf to avoid excessive bleeding and cause a coma. At least, he needs to stay awake before the people from Guoan come.

"Me?" Jun Xuanhao pointed to himself, he was still in a dazed state, and he looked around, surrounded by a group of people who were watching the fun and didn't think it was a big deal, and in the center of the venue, there was only one left. Both myself and the dialect.

"Oh!"

Perhaps he felt that the dialect looked at him as if he were mentally retarded, Jun Xuanhao finally reacted, pulled the data cable off the selfie stick, and handed it over.

"Thank you!"

Dialect thanked him, and focused on pinching the data cable to the top of his calf.

"Brother!" Jun Xuanhao looked at the phone that Fang Yan was holding, and asked tentatively, "By the way, can you give me my phone back?"

"Not for now!" Fang Yan replied, tied the data cable to a dead end, then raised his head, grinned, and continued, "Your phone is temporarily confiscated, and someone will give you a new one later. of."

"Then how did you..."

"Hey! Those few, don't move that thing!" Fang Yan shouted, stood up from the ground, and limped towards the aircraft behind him.

The three people who were approaching the aircraft paused, two of them retreated, but the other one still ignored the advice, held up his mobile phone, and kept walking towards the aircraft, revealing a kind of prey in his eyes. light.

"Don't you hear it, don't move!" Diao Yan's voice was low, his right hand touched the pistol on his waist, his eyes were like falcons, and he looked directly at the man who was still approaching.

"Don't you know that the public has the right to know?" the man shouted, continuing to walk towards the aircraft.

"I..." Jun Xuanhao spit out a word, but swallowed the rest of the words in his stomach.

"I said the last time, don't move!" Fang Yan spit out these words, put down the hand on his waist again, and walked directly towards the man.

This is a busy city and a place where people are concentrated. Once gunshots sound here, even if it is just a warning shot, it will cause panic and may cause a large-scale stampede.

At the same time, the scattered crowds will increase the difficulty of dealing with traces later, which also means the escalation of the incident. Therefore, things like guns can only be his last life guarantee.

"Don't come here, I'm a reporter, you know..." The man stopped moving forward, looking at the dialect that was limping towards him, he didn't know why he was angry.

"Are you sure you want to read about state secrets? You know, curiosity killed the cat." As the dialect spoke, a **** aura came out of him.

"Don't watch it, don't watch it." The man swallowed his saliva, and his words were trembling, and he hurriedly backed away. Only when he retreated into the crowd did he stand up a little.

"I don't know what's wrong..." Fang Yan muttered softly, wiping the sweat from his forehead, watching the reporters in the crowd who were timid and afraid to look directly at him, smiled contemptuously, and sat next to the aircraft again. The crowd kept pointing and pointing, but no one dared to come forward again.

"Wei...wei..."

The sound of the alarm bell rang all around. At this moment, Dialect felt that it could be regarded as his natural sound.

"Sir, please wait a moment, the ambulance is on its way."

After a while, the crowd was separated, and a second-level police inspector came over and saluted the dialect on the ground before speaking. At the same time, a policeman covered the aircraft next to it with plastic film.

"Trouble, big brother, you don't need to be so serious." Dialect smiled, the surrounding cordon had begun to be drawn, separating him from the crowd.

"It's fine." The inspector smiled, but still stood straight beside Dialect.

"Hey, my phone!" A sudden voice came, Dialect looked over, Jun Xuanhao was holding a selfie stick and kept waving to him.

He smiled, and the dialect said to the police inspector next to him, "Please remember it, brother, just give him the latest mobile phone later. I borrowed it just now, and it can be reimbursed later."

As he spoke, Dialect shook the phone that was still in his hand.

"Okay!" The inspector replied, said to the police officer next to him, and then continued to stand beside him.

He waved at Jun Xuanhao who was not far away, looked at the police officer who went up to negotiate, and Dialect sat quietly on the ground.

Waiting for the belated ambulance, he glanced at the still clear sky and lay on the stretcher...

……

"Yan Ju, the dialect is safe!" Ling Ya put down the phone in her hand and said to Yan Hongchang.

"Okay!" Yan Hongchang nodded, then continued to ask, "Has the follow-up treatment plan been arranged?"

"It's set up!" Ling Ya said, "We will use the 'military-police urban anti-terrorist combat exercise' as a cover~www.wuxiaspot.com~ At the same time, the surrounding camera records have been extracted, and the information on the Internet is also being Banned, we have controlled the media's public opinion orientation, as for the details, we will need to see a detailed report at that time."

"Those people?" Yan Hongchang turned around and asked,

"The dialect information will be eliminated, and we will compensate for the rest. The corresponding measures have been issued and will not cause harm to the interests of any people who cooperate with the country. You can rest assured." Ling Ya replied,

"That's fine." Yan Hongchang pondered for a while and continued, "Let's treat it coldly later! I originally thought that the dialect would not be exposed, but now I'm afraid I can't hide it from some conscientious people."

Ling Ya nodded and fell silent. As an intelligence officer, she certainly knew who these caring people were and what kind of skills they would have...

They don't need to contact military and political officials at all, they can rely on a piece of news, or the movement of the army, and the media and public opinion, so that they can obtain some information, so as to carry out corresponding actions...

This time, the place where the dialect came back was very inappropriate. It suddenly appeared in a place where people were concentrated, and it also brought a "big guy" with him. It was difficult not to attract the attention of others.

"Let's go, pack up, bring the necessary things, let's go to CD, the next task is still very heavy."

"Okay!" Ling Ya responded.

"Wait a minute, take the books you brought from above." Yan Hongchang stopped Ling Ya who was about to walk out the door.

"Self-rescue in high-risk environments and precautions for time and space travel, these two?" Ling Ya turned around and asked.

"Yes!" Yan Hongchang nodded, looked at the time on the wall, and said solemnly, "It's 13:28, and we will leave in 15 minutes!"

Ling Ya nodded, turned around and walked out the door...