Police Chen Shu

"Lao Xu was bombed, and people will feel uncomfortable watching it."

boom!

There seemed to be a thunderbolt in Chen Shu's mind. His hand was shaking uncontrollably, and the dagger slipped from his hand.

"What are you doing standing still? Go and save people! How is Lao Xu doing now? Has he been sent to the hospital?" Zhu Yiba pulled Yang Chang over and pointed downstairs and shouted.

"An ambulance has been called." Yang Chang lowered his eyes and looked straight at the ground and whispered, "But he has lost his heartbeat and breathing. I'm afraid it's already..."

"You have no say in this matter! Ambulance? When they come, Daylily will have to rest." Zhu Yiba pushed Yang Chang to the ground, pointed at his nose and cursed, "Thankfully you are still a veteran , or the driver. Turn on the siren, and we’ll take the person to the hospital ourselves!”

Chen Shu's face turned pale, and an indescribable sadness filled his heart.

Memories came to mind, and the difficult moments he and Xu Mingliang experienced together, and the common goals and beliefs they upheld together, all flashed in his mind.

They once fought side by side in city-level competitions and defeated many strong opponents, allowing the Zhengming Brigade, which had always been underestimated, to completely clear its name within the special police system;

They once stood side by side in a high-speed train accident, resisting the pressure of their superiors to the death, and bringing the miracle girl back to life in the messy ruins.

When Chen Shu first came to the SWAT team, Xu Mingliang, the eldest brother, secretly helped him say things that were inconvenient for the deputy captain to come forward and do things that were inconvenient for the deputy captain to intervene.

When a new comrade has an idea about the unit, he pulls him over and hides in a corner to have a heart-to-heart talk, calming down the newcomer's uneasiness and anxiety as a big brother;

The new comrade had a problem with the leader. He told him about the inappropriateness of the leader from the perspective of a policeman, and then he patted his chest and relied on his personal friendship to vouch for it.

Others say that Xu Mingliang is a laid-back old man who neither trains nor takes care of things. But without this veteran in the team to help smooth the relationship between the leaders and the police, how could a team with so many people move quickly and uniformly?

They supported each other, but now they are separated by yin and yang and can no longer see each other.

For a moment, Chen Shu felt endless guilt. He felt that he was a useless leader who failed to fulfill his responsibilities and failed to protect his comrades.

In just such a moment, Chen Shu suddenly calmed down, his eyes so cold that it was strange.

He patted Yang Chang's shoulder and whispered: "Go, ask a few people to drive Xu Mingliang to the hospital first. I'll be there later."

"Chen Da, aren't you going?" Yang Chang raised his head, his eyes filled with disbelief. The man in front of him, who he had always thought was extremely emotional, now showed a sacrificial attitude towards his colleagues, as if he was changing his mind. Just like a person.

Chen Shu looked to one side, nodded, and said calmly: "Go ahead."

"Hey!" Yang Chang stamped his foot, turned around and ran downstairs.

Several commandos who followed Yang Chang were about to turn around and leave, but were stopped by Chen Shu and asked them to wait by the door.

Seeing this, Zhu Yiba thought that Chen Shu was worried about the danger of the K elements at the scene, and immediately said: "Chen Da, as long as I guard the scene, none of them can escape! If not, just go."

Chen Shu was noncommittal, or maybe he was focused elsewhere and didn't hear Zhu Yiba's suggestion at all.

Zhu Yiba noticed that Chen Shu walked over to the two Chinese people who were lying on the ground and slowly squatted down. He looked at what movement he might have made, so he swallowed all the next words in his stomach.

Chen Shu squatted next to the heads of the two Chinese people and asked softly: "Who threw the fire medicine?"

The two pursed their lips and said nothing.

Chen Shu changed his approach and asked, "Who usually keeps the fire and medicine?"

The two of them glanced at the Kryptonian who was curled up on the ground and grunting like a dog, and did not dare to speak.

Chen Shu followed their gazes, then turned back, moved half a step forward, and placed his solid SWAT boots on the fat man's fingers.

He leaned against the big fat man's ear and whispered: "Speak out, speak louder, if you keep your mouth shut, your fingers may be gone."

The sound was just right enough for another person a few steps away to hear clearly.

The man's whole body began to tremble visibly, and he lowered his head, not daring to look at Chen Shu at all. He was a bit like a camel that stuck its head in the sand before a sandstorm came.

As he spoke, Chen Shu put a little more force on his feet. It didn't hurt, but it felt cold to the touch.

The big fat man's fat eyes were wide open, his pupils dilated rapidly, and fear filled his face.

Big beads of sweat quickly formed on his forehead, and his trembling lips opened slightly. As the pain in his fingers gradually increased, his body began to tremble.

Chen Shu smiled coldly, like the villain in a horror movie, and said sinisterly: "I said, you must have lost the fire pill, right?"

Reminiscent of the previous scene where the special police officer instantly killed one person and broke off another person's arm with his bare hands, the big fat man finally collapsed and was no longer able to resist.

He first cried out that he was wronged, then pointed at the Wei clan member who was huddled beside him after being beaten by Chen Shu, and said quickly: "He threw the fire and the medicine, he threw it all! By the way, He made all the things himself, and he usually keeps them."

Chen Shu raised his toes and poked the spine of the young man lying next to him wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

After the young man screamed and realized that he was fine, he quickly echoed: "Yes, that's him. His name is Aikbal, and he was the one who put the fire powder behind the door and waited to fire you! This People are very cruel and evil!"

"Go away." Chen Shu pointed to the doorway with the lights flashing downstairs and said softly.

The two men got up in a hurry, without even having time to lift up their pants. They raised their hands and shouted, "Don't shoot, don't shoot." They walked towards the door step by step, and fled the scene following the two commandos guarding the door.

At this time, only Chen Shu, Zhu Yiba, the crouched Wei tribesman and a Wei tribesman's corpse were left on the rooftop.

"Zhu Yiba, please go downstairs too." Chen Shu stood up, patted his trousers, and said casually, "I want to have a few words with this guy alone."

Why didn't Zhu Yiba, who had been fighting on the battlefield for several years, not understand what Chen Shu was thinking? Logically speaking, he was following Chen Shu's order as the deputy captain and went downstairs. Whatever happened in the future would have nothing to do with him.

But for some reason, Zhu Yiba's legs were stuck on the rooftop like cement pillars, and he couldn't move at all. Perhaps he was reminded of the incident in which he caused the sacrifice of his comrades on the battlefield.

This time, he won't retreat.

Zhu Yiba smiled and said: "Chen Da, the two assault boys who were just standing at the door heard everything and saw everything. If I leave now, if something happens, you can jump into the Yellow River and wash it all away." It’s unclear.”

After a pause, he shook his head and said, "As I stand here, at least there will be someone who can help testify in the future, don't you think?"

"You have the toughest mouth in the whole body. I don't blame you for being stuck just now. Let's go." Chen Shu said casually, staring at the guy who was still breathing.

Zhu Yiba shrugged and did not answer any more, expressing his attitude with actions.

Chen Shu waited for a short while, but didn't hear any movement, so he didn't wait any longer.

He walked to the side of Aike Baier who was lying on the ground and kept "humming", lowered his head, and just stared at him silently.

Aikbal used their native language, uttered sharp curses, and filled the entire rooftop with vicious words.

Then, slowly, slowly, the curses grew weaker.

There was a hint of despair in his eyes, as he realized his failure and impending death.

At the end, he laughed, switched back to Mandarin, and taunted with a smile: "It's not a loss if a policeman dies."

Chen Shu silently pulled out the Type 92 pistol from the combat vest on his chest.

"Come on." Aikbal stopped struggling and lay on the ground facing the sky.

They have heard too much about it overseas and in NJ, and they have also seen many measures taken by the local police who have a blood feud with them after controlling the K elements.

Zhu Yiba's eyes were fixed on the gun in Chen Shu's hand, and every nerve was tense to the extreme. He couldn't imagine how he could be so nervous and lose his composure when he was killing people without any calculation on the battlefield.

In full view of everyone, Chen Shu loaded the pistol and unlocked the safety. Then he let go and the Type 92 pistol fell straight to Aikbal's left hand, not far away, within reach.

With a bang, the metal Type 92 pistol fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Zhi!

Zhu Yiba reacted instantly, like a horse preparing to enter a fierce confrontation, his whole body was on the verge of exploding. If it weren't for his extremely strong willpower, which he had cultivated over many years, firmly holding his consciousness and body still, he might have been attacked.

Akber was surprised at first, and then his fiery eyes moved to the gun that was not far away and close at hand, a loaded pistol.