Police Chen Shu

Inside the Friendship Gold Store!

Chen Shu broke through the crowd and rushed into the door of the store. He glanced inside and saw two people standing close together behind the counter in the store.

There was a lot of noise outside the shop, but weeping and the voice of a young woman begging for mercy could still be vaguely heard coming from the shop.

Chen Shu, who originally planned to only maintain order outside the store and waited for the support police to come, listened to the crying sound lingering in his ears, weighed it in his heart, and finally couldn't let it go. In the end, he carefully raised his foot and walked two steps closer to the store, and gently closed the glass door with his backhand.

Keep all the noise out of the door.

I saw a thin man with disheveled and withered hair and a thin figure standing behind the counter of the gold shop, grabbing a middle-aged woman.

The gangster's left arm straddled the woman's shoulder and strangled her neck, while he himself stuck tightly to the woman's back, hiding most of his body, only his head was exposed, his eyes looked left and right with empty eyes, That is, he did not focus on the police who had just entered the store, nor did he fix his sight on any place in the store.

He just held the hostage, and with his vacant right hand, he tightly grasped the handle of the pig kitchen knife, waving it aimlessly in the air.

At this time, the female hostage immediately shut her mouth when she saw the police enter the store. However, the terrified eyes and bloodless face clearly made him lose his ability to think.

The gangster looks abnormal!

Could it be mental illness?

Standing inside the door, Chen Shu looked suspiciously at the female hostage, raised his right hand in front of him, and pressed his palm down a few times.

He stared closely at the gangster who didn't know what he was talking about, and slowly walked two steps forward.

The gangster didn't respond, and was staring at the ceiling somewhere in the store with his head tilted sideways, grinning with a knife in his mouth, opening and closing his mouth, still chattering endlessly.

For a while, he gritted his teeth and glared.

"Don't come here!"

"I will kill! I will kill you!"

"Get out! Get out!"

For a while, I lowered my eyebrows and pleasing to the eye, begging for mercy.

"Please, let's go."

"Go find someone else, don't come to me."

"I beg of you."

Getting closer, Chen Shu basically judged that this person must have mental problems! Either it is mental illness, the worst case may be (mouth and) (shi) hallucinations caused by excessive 毐 (pin)!

He purposely pointed the lens of the body-worn camera on his shoulder at the gangster, guessing that he had collected almost all the portraits, squatted down for half a minute, and backed away backwards.

The gangster still didn't turn his attention to Chen Shu, but at this moment he lowered his head and cast his eyes on the ground, raised his right foot and stomped on the ground indiscriminately.

"Don't get out!"

"Don't get out!"

"Don't get out!"

"I step on it! I step on it!"

"I step on it! I step on it!"

"I step on it! I step on it!"

Repeat the same words and repeat the same actions. This is one of the characteristics caused by the overdose of (口ji) (毐). After confirming the gangster's condition, Chen Shu calmed down a little, stared at the opponent's every move, and prepared to leave.

Out of the corner of his eye, he found that the hostage woman who was tightly held by the gangster's left arm was biting her lip and dared not speak, but just shook her head desperately, and the tears in her eyes rolled down like they couldn't stop.

Taking a closer look, the down jacket on her body also had a few cuts that were obviously cut by a kitchen knife.

The gangsters used knives on the hostages!

"Snapped!"

The gangster next to him must have kicked the display cabinet, and the entire front desk vibrated.

The gangster, who had been staring at the ground, was taken aback by the counter next to him. When he came back to his senses, he immediately raised the kitchen knife in his right hand and slashed at the counter, yelling:

"Tell you to scare me! Tell you to scare me! Hack you to death!"

"Crack, crackle!"

The kitchen knife swung down beside the hostage, and the glass shattered!

The fear in the hostage's heart exploded, and every nerve was urging her: run away, run away

Trembling, she let go of her bloodless lips, which opened and closed at an extremely slight angle.

Chen Shu on the opposite side said softly according to the shape of his mouth: "Help me."

save!

must be saved!

This gangster's nerves have collapsed!

If you are not careful, you may kill the hostage!

Can't wait any longer!

Chen Shu bowed his body, supported the wall in the gold store with his right hand, and entered the counter along the right wall.

Half of his head poked out from behind the counter, covered by the counter, only a pair of eyes were exposed to stare at the gangster, and he moved forward with small steps.

step,

two steps,

three steps,

Step by step.

Just wait for it to stick behind the gangster and quickly capture him!

With his skill, he should be sure to deal with this (grass contract) guy!

Distance from each other, three meters.

Chen Shu took a deep breath, leaned his upper body slightly forward, and concentrated his energy between his waist and abdomen.

"Chen Shu! Chen Shu! Where are you, please call back!"

Don't let the walkie-talkie at Chen Shu's lower back beep!

Worse!

Chen Shu's heart sank, and he took half a step back with his right foot to touch the ground, planning to attack by force.

"Who! Who's there! Come out!"

The gangster's reaction was also extremely fast. The moment he heard the intercom ring, he pulled the female hostage to block him, facing the direction of the abnormal noise, took a few steps back and pressed his back against the wall.

He said hoarsely: "I saw you! Come out! Come out for me immediately!"

Chen Shu, who was squatting behind the reception desk, squeezed the space between his eyebrows, then turned off the walkie-talkie, and slowly stood up with his hands raised.

He comforted softly: "Don't be afraid, I'm the police. I'm here to help you."

The gangster stared suspiciously at the policeman who claimed to come to help him, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and pointed the tip of the kitchen knife at him: "Don't lie to me, I know, you are here to kill me just like them!"

"Don't come here, I can kill people! I'm not afraid of you!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but glanced at the ceiling.

Chen Shu took the opportunity to move forward a few steps, looked into the other person's eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Don't be afraid. I'm the police, and I'm here to arrest them."

The gangster's arm holding the kitchen knife had been raised for a long time, and it began to tremble slightly, just like his trembling voice at this time: "Really? Are you talking...Really?"

Chen Shu nodded slowly, slowly held his raised right hand, stretched out his index finger and pointed towards the ceiling where the gangsters had glanced at earlier: "Speak softly, so that they don't hear you."

Hearing this, the gangster nodded in sympathy.

Chen Shu took a few more steps forward, and said in a low voice, "Come here, I'll tell you something."

The gangster took half a step forward.

Chen Shu frowned, pretending to be unhappy and said: "Closer, we can't let them hear."

The gangster showed an expression of agreement. At this time, he felt that the hostage in front of him was getting in the way, so he pulled her behind him, and then walked half a step closer to Chen Shu.

The corners of Chen Shu's mouth twitched slightly.