Iron Clothes Department, Anti-Theft Division, three offices.
Yang Ling was wearing a Eighth Rank Iron Clothes, with a straight posture. When he stepped into the courtyard, all the Ninth-Rank Iron Clothess in the courtyard were stunned.
"That is Yang Ling?"
"Yes, Eighth Rank Iron Clothes, Eighth Rank Official Saber, he is still so young, that's not who he is."
"I didn't expect him to be quite handsome, but his skin is a bit darker and rougher."
"This shows that he is often out patrolling and doing work."
There was a burst of whispers.
Then a Ninth-Rank Iron Clothes quickly stepped forward:
"Yang Eighth Rank, come to us Anti-Theft Division, what's wrong?"
"Recently they all call me Yang Eighth Rank. It seems that this nickname has spread."
Yang Ling didn't mind either and said with a smile:
"I'm here to see Master Wen."
"Master Wen took people to West Suburbs this morning. I heard that there is a group of bandits over there. I guess they won't come back so soon."
This Ninth-Rank Iron Clothes laughed:
"Otherwise Yang Eighth Rank would just sit here with us. Our colleagues are also very curious about Yang Eighth Rank's methods of solving crimes.
I heard that the case of Chu Family Medicine Store last time would not have been so easy to solve if it hadn't been for Yang Eighth Rank."
Many Iron Clothes Constable also gathered around, laughing and echoing:
"Yes, Yang Eighth Rank, do you want tea? I'll make tea for you."
"Just sit here with us, we all want to learn some of your crime-solving techniques."
When Yang Ling saw this, he was about to refuse, but then a Iron Clothes Constable, stained with blood, ran in. His expression was angry with a hint of anxiety:
"Quick, everyone follow me to West Suburbs. There are actually Fire Oil in those damn bandits. Our boss is injured and is now besieged in the valley!"
Iron Clothes Constable in the yard was startled for a moment, and then immediately started to take action.
"Didn't you say there are only a dozen bandits? How could there be Fire Oil? If this is really the case, Public Security Division should go there!"
Wen Xiaoba muttered.
The muttering was muttering, but they moved very quickly, and dozens of Iron Clothes Constable immediately gathered together in less than two minutes!
"Yang Eighth Rank, please come back later."
Wen Xiaoba saw that Yang Ling was still there and said quickly.
"I'll accompany you West Suburbs."
Yang Ling Road.
Everyone Iron Clothes was slightly startled, and then became ecstatic.
"Yang Eighth Rank, quickly, come with us!"
Wen Xiaoba said in surprise.
Changhe Prefecture, West Suburbs.
It's a long way out of the city, there are hills everywhere, and the roads are not easy to walk.
On weekdays, apart from people gathering firewood and hunting, not many people come here.
In a remote valley, there is a fire burning in the west.
Wen Kongxuan, accompanied by more than a dozen Ninth-Rank Iron Clothes, was covering his nose with a wet handkerchief, sternly looking at Xi Zhou, looking for a way out.
"Sir, the area around here has been ignited by Fire Oil. According to the wind direction at this moment, at most a cup of tea will burn us."
"There is no other way, sir, we will cover you and rush out!"
"The secret sentry outside has gone back to send the message. Support will arrive soon. Just wait."
Wen Kongxuan looks calm and calm.
He looked towards a high ground in the distance, where a dozen figures were standing.
One of them was holding a wooden barrel and planned to smash it here.
"Anti-Theft Division Third Branch Master Wen Kongxuan? Hahaha, I heard that you are playing Eighth Rank Expert? I am not even Ninth Rank, but you are going to fall into my hands today?"
The leader looked proud at this moment and laughed.
"You seem to have known I would come?"
Wen Kongxuan covered his nose with a handkerchief and stared at the leading bandit:
"Although you are not Ninth Rank, you all have the strength close to Ninth Rank.
You are not ordinary robbers. Normally, dealing with you should be Public Security Division's business.
Is this disguise just to lure me here? Are you my enemy?"
"You're going to die, and you're still talking so much?"
"Want to know the truth? Then go down and ask King Yama."
The leader of the bandits smiled ferociously and said, "I know you have secret whistles, but the people you call are at best your Anti-Theft Division trash.
They will also die with you!"
Wen Kongxuan's complexion changed slightly, and the men beside him felt really uncomfortable being burned by the fire, and they gathered around him one after another.
At this moment, an angry shout sounded:
"You damn bastards!"
"It's Xiaoba's voice!"
"Sir, it's your nephew!"
Wen Kongxuan's subordinates were all pleasantly surprised.
Wen Xiaoba is here, which means Anti-Theft Division Third Branch's colleagues are also here!
Wen Kongxuan looks ugly at this moment.
When he was sure that the other party was coming for him, he knew that the other party was definitely sure of dealing with the reinforcements!
Even the other party did not continue to drop the bucket containing Fire Oil just to use them to seduce his colleagues!
At this time, dozens of figures also came to the high ground.
"Wen Xiaoba, please retreat quickly!"
Wen Kongxuan suddenly shouted:
"This is a sniper attack against me. Please withdraw Iron Clothes Department and inform Public Security Division of this matter!"
"Evacuate? It's too late, haha!"
The leader of the bandits suddenly laughed, and together with his men, they took out Hand Crossbow.
"Hand Crossbow?"
Wen Kongxuan's face changed suddenly.
No matter how bad Hand Crossbow is, it is enough to deal with the master Ninth Rank.
There are not even a few of these things like Changhe Prefecture Iron Clothes Department, but the other party actually took out more than a dozen!?
Who are these guys?
Rong Tribe's spy!?
Wen Xiaoba They also saw Hand Crossbow in each other's hands at this moment, and were stunned for a moment.
"You guys go on your way first."
The leading bandit raised a cruel smile and was about to pull the trigger.