Chapter 372 Shooting

The end of the alley.

"police!"

"stop!"

As Chen Shu ran, he raised his hand and pointed at Old A, who was standing on the side of the road not far away, and shouted loudly.

When Old A heard these two shouts coming towards his face, he was immediately startled. He felt no luck and knew that the man chasing him was undoubtedly a policeman.

Lao A, who has been on the run for many years, is afraid of dreaming about the police even when he lies in bed at night. In reality, his heart is pounding and his hands are shaking uncontrollably when he actually bumps into him.

He wanted to turn around and run, but his eyes were fixed on the policeman who was getting closer and closer. His legs were weak and his body was frozen in place, unable to move at all.

As long as he is caught by this policeman, the best case scenario is that he will be imprisoned for twenty years. Besides, my right foot was twisted a bit when I jumped out of the restaurant window, so I would definitely not be able to outrun the police.

Thinking of my orphaned and widowed mother who stayed in her hometown, she was all alone. Life without a man in the family would definitely be worse than death.

The scene of his wife holding their daughter locked in the corner of the room and shivering appeared in his mind.

Old A's heart was suddenly filled with hatred and unwillingness!

Evil comes from the most courageous side!

When he was young, he was also a boss who had been in the world for several years. He was responsible for many murder cases, and during these life-threatening years, he often fought for his life with others, so he was naturally very courageous.

After calming down for a while, I saw that there was only one person chasing me. I guessed that the policeman who was alone happened to bump into me, so I decided to do whatever I wanted to do.

"If you don't kill this policeman, you won't be able to escape from behind!"

Unwilling to surrender, Old A took out a sharp-edged dagger from his arms, howled a few times to gain courage, gritted his teeth and fought back.

Under the moonlight, Chen Shu saw the other person's chest flash slightly and guessed that he had taken out a knife.

He smiled coldly and quickly glanced around, habitually preparing to find some handy hardware and have a good fight with the criminal suspect who dared to attack the police, and teach him how to be a qualified thief.

Assault on police

Attack the police!

In a flash of lightning, the scene of Chen Chuan being shot and falling to the ground flashed through Chen Shu's mind. The anger caused by his powerlessness and frustration at not protecting the people around him instantly ignited his emotions.

Although there is a voice in my head that keeps telling me, "Don't shoot," "Don't shoot," "Don't shoot."

There were also voices repeatedly reminding, "Warning shots fired," "Warning shots fired," "Warning shots fired."

But it was too light, just like the summer evening breeze passing by. Anger dominated his thoughts in an instant.

In the end, only one word remained in Chen Shu's mind.

"kill!"

He thought he was calm.

In just a few seconds, he found countless reasons for his shooting.

armed;

Assault on police;

murderer……

So he no longer hesitated, stood up and pulled out the Type 92 pistol from his waist. According to the rhythm of previous training, he drew the gun, turned on the safety, loaded the gun, quickly took aim, and fired several shots towards the middle of the opponent's body.

"Bang bang bang!"

All three bullets shot through Old A's body. The dagger originally held tightly in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, making a crisp sound in the quiet night.

He staggered a few steps, touched the area where he was shot in the abdomen with one hand, and fell to the ground. After a long pause, he actually raised his arm and waved tremblingly at the policeman who shot at him.

This was the first time that Chen Shu shot and knocked down a real person, a live person. He stiffly maintained the posture of raising his gun to shoot, looking at the scene in front of him with some sluggishness. When he saw the criminal suspect waving to him, he lowered his arm holding the gun and slowly leaned over.

Old A sat on the ground panting, ignoring the gunshot wound in his abdomen, and just stared at the policeman who was slowly approaching.

He struggled to hold on to the ground and tried to stand up, but his hands kept shaking, limp and without any strength.

Even breathing requires a lot of effort.

In the end, he could only collapse on the ground, stretch out his bloody right hand, and plead to the policeman who shot him down: "Comrade policemen. Those who reported me. They still owe me one million and they just don't want to pay back." Money."

"Ahem!"

Old A felt as if there was a fish bone stuck in his throat, and a fishy-sweet taste rolled in his mouth.

He suddenly realized that if he hadn't asked for more of the one million that didn't belong to him, maybe people wouldn't have reported it to the police.

Old A suppressed his discomfort and continued: "Comrade policeman, I am guilty, but this money is clean. Please tell my wife that Little B and the others who used to mess with me still owe me one million. Thank you." Thanks"

Old A's arms had lost all feeling, and his body shook several times before he managed to hold on without falling.

He lowered his head and reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead. When he raised his head again, his face was mixed with blood and water and looked a bit ferocious, but every word in his words was full of selfishness:

"After taking this money, I will give half to my wife and half to Xiao Ming's mother."

After saying that, he took a long breath and smiled at the policeman in front of him who was lowering his head and listening to him carefully. His eyes no longer had the previous violence.

His head tilted, and his body, unable to support himself, fell backwards.

"Thank you, comrade policeman." Old A, whose vision was completely black, said silently in his heart, without resenting the policeman who shot at him.

Perhaps for him, death was both atonement and relief.

Having hit the opponent three times before, Chen Shu's heart was beating violently as he watched Old A, who was shot, fall to the ground and struggle to his death. He felt a heat rising from the soles of his feet, and an indescribable excitement surged into his heart. .

He felt that he had an explanation for Chen Chuan.

But the wife and children that this man had been nagging about before his death made Chen Shu's heartstrings tremble. Even if Old A is a murderer, even if Old A attacks the police, his wife and daughter are still innocent.

Maybe the two of them are nesting in a corner at this moment, with their eyes wide open, looking forward to the stars and the moon, waiting for their husband and father.

Chen Shu watched the person he killed fall to the ground quietly, feeling waves of coldness pouring down from his head.

Pull out the cold and pull out the cold.

Under the dim street lights, the lonely Chen Shu could only hold tightly to the handle of the pistol at his waist, thinking that this was the support of his life. But the biting and cold metallic feeling flowed from his arms to his heart. Unable to bear it, his hands slowly began to tremble.

He didn't know how long it took, but when he finally heard the siren suddenly sounding from behind, he suddenly woke up and found that his whole body was shaking.

He kept taking deep breaths, and then deeper breaths.

I only thought that this was just a dream, and Chen Chuan would come over with a playful smile and make innocuous jokes with him; the fugitive Lao A was brought to justice, and he was actively reformed in prison, waiting for the day when he would return to society and his family.

Yes, he still has a wife and daughter waiting for him.

Chen Shu's thoughts were scattered again uncontrollably, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the motionless body lying on the ground.

That old A's body.

A wave of utter coldness swept across Chen Shu's skin again, drilling into his pores and reaching every corner of his body.

"Cold, so cold."

Chen Shu looked down at his slightly trembling hands, mentally feeling the tremors all over his body in real time, and even the slightest chill in his pores pricked his brain nerves like needles.

It was an early morning in June.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

Police sirens sounded from behind, and police backup finally arrived.

After the murder, Chen Shu closed his eyes in pain.