Chapter 374 Chen Shu Flees in Panic

In the office, Chen Shu, who was originally frowning, was listening intently. He stretched his neck and asked Xu Mingliang, "Brother Xu, what happened next? Your apprentice doesn't know how to do it."

Xu Mingliang shook his head with a wry smile, and said with tears: "He is not dead, but most of his hands are disabled. Hey, he is only in his twenties, and he is not married yet. I am too selfish. In order to be successful at the end of the year, Ti Gan was transferred, so he rushed to the shelves and didn't even think about how a young boy like him could not have any ideas. He must have no idea."

As he spoke, there was a hint of choking and deep guilt in his tone.

After so many years, he still continued to condemn the irresponsible self in his heart. Perhaps, after his apprentice's accident, Xu Mingliang's own heart also collapsed.

So he finally chose to escape and retreated from being the only EOD operator in the famous city bureau detachment to an ordinary patrol squadron leader in the district and county brigade.

For those with the ability, lying flat is actually more of a pain.

The original EOD man who was responsible for his role was now reduced to a nobody in the brigade. Perhaps for Xu Mingliang, this was a kind of spiritual self-salvation.

This accident will probably follow Brother Xu for his whole life. He must have felt uncomfortable for so many years, so he escaped here. Chen Shu leaned back on the chair and looked up at the ceiling.

After a while, Xu Mingliang's voice was heard slowly: "In this case, it is the luckiest thing for us that Chen Chuan is fine. In comparison, you don't have to worry too much about whether Old A dies or not. . He is a murderer, and he attacked the police with a gun. If we catch him and send him to prison, he will be sentenced to death."

Chen Shu just looked at the ceiling and said "hmm" casually without any special reaction.

Xu Mingliang scratched his nose and felt that his comfort level was not good enough, so he summed up the matter hastily.

"Chen Shu, since Old A dares to use a gun and fire at the police, he must be prepared to be beaten to death by the police."

Chen Shu, who was leaning on the chair, slowly raised his legs and put them on the desk, put his two arms on the armrests of the office chair and rubbed them gently, murmuring:

"Since our police can shoot criminals, we must also be prepared to be killed by them."

The office suddenly became quiet.

In the dead of night, Chen Shu sat alone in his office, recalling the arrests during the day, and wrote a "Capture Process". This is the basic process of handling a case. Chen Shu, who has worked in the police station for many years, is very proficient and finished it in just a few minutes.

After completing the "Capture Process", Chen Shu also had to write a report on the shooting, starting from the surrounding environment and personnel situation at the time, including but not limited to the ballistics, impact, necessity and consequences of the shooting. Be clear.

If the fired warhead is lost or cannot be found, it is necessary to add the reason why the warhead cannot be found. The procedure is relatively complicated, and it is completely different from the situation a few decades ago when the police could carry guns and shoot at will.

Chen Shu graduated from the police academy and joined the police a few years after State H strictly controlled and standardized the use of police firearms. Therefore, during the seven or eight years he has been working, under the general environment, the police are unwilling to carry this gadget with them, let alone shooting.

Unless faced with an extremely dangerous situation, generally one would not use a gun. But how to grasp the degree of "extreme danger", no one can say, including the police officers involved who fired under the circumstances.

Because the internal inspection department with indicators and the external public opinion that speculates on hot topics may not accept your point of view.

Chen Shu, who was sitting on his desk, typed on the keyboard for a long time and then stopped for a long time. When he was not satisfied, he had to keep pressing the "delete key" to delete a large section.

In addition to the actual actions taken by the police, the work of written materials is also tedious, and the two are divided in half.

This was repeated until dawn, and then the enter key was pressed hard to complete the report.

Chen Shu closed the computer, raised his arm and twisted his numb neck a few times. He was exhausted physically and mentally, but he still didn't feel sleepy.

He simply got up and walked to the window, opened it, and let the cold morning breeze flow into the house to blow away his fatigue.

The coldness reminded Chen Shu of the scene before Old A's death.

It was also very cold at that time, but there was only attachment to his family in his increasingly sad eyes.

The next day.

After a sleepless night, after his shift ended at 8:30, Chen Shu met with Xie Chi, the deputy instructor who came over to hand over, and stuffed the "Capture Process" and "Shooting Report" from last night's operation.

He didn't even eat breakfast and drove his black Volkswagen Golf straight to Yong'an County.

Last night, he checked Old A's file through the public security intranet and obtained the information and current addresses of his wife and daughter, which is in Yong'an County, north of Zhengming District.

According to the "Police Use of Police Equipment and Weapons Regulations", when encountering violent crimes, police can shoot directly without warning.

Legally speaking, the statement that the shooting occurred at that time is tenable. But after he learned that Chen Chuan, who was shot by Old A, was not in danger, he couldn't help but feel a few ripples in his heart when he thought of his decisive and anger-driven killing behavior.

Old A may deserve to die, but his family should not have to endure such pain.

Ordinarily, the follow-up treatment after the shooting did not require the involvement of the police involved, but Chen Shu felt a knot in his heart from then on. Whether you call the Holy Mother Biao or hypocritical, that's what he is.

After driving north for more than an hour, we reached our destination. Chen Shu parked his car in a remote corner at the entrance of the village, and then walked to where Old A's wife and daughter lived.

Standing in this two-story farmer's self-built house, Chen Shu hesitated. He didn't know how to introduce himself.

"Is your husband legally shot to death by me?"

"Your father was shot dead on the spot by me because he carried the murder case and attacked the police with a gun?"

"I acted in compliance with the law."

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Chen Shu could not imagine such a cruel scene, and he felt ashamed of Lao A's wife and daughter.

But he came today with a purpose.

That was the informant that Old A mentioned before he died that night, that is, Little B. They still owed him one million clean money.

With a "squeak" sound, the iron door on the first floor was opened from the inside, and a woman in her late forties, plainly dressed, walked out of the house in small steps with her head lowered and carrying a red bucket.

She looked very tired.

When he walked out of the door, he bumped into Chen Shu standing outside the house and asked doubtfully: "Who are you looking for?"

This caught Chen Shu off guard. He wanted to tell him frankly, but the words were stuck in his mouth and he couldn't spit them out.

The scene was a little awkward.

Seeing the woman's brows frowning more and more, her eyes gradually revealed vigilance.

"Old A asked me to pass a message to you." Chen Shu stepped back half a step, looked sideways and did not dare to look at him, and said hurriedly, "A few people who followed him in the early years, named Little B, still I owe him one million, saying it is clean money, so you can just ask them for it. After you get the money, you will share half of it with a mother named Xiao Ming.”

After saying that, he took two steps forward, threw a common white note into the empty bucket carried by the woman, and ran away without looking back.

A small head with a ponytail poked out from the south-facing window on the second floor and shouted to the woman standing downstairs:

"Mom, who was that person just now?"

Ever since her husband's accident, the woman who had been supporting her husband and a small family suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, took out the small note from the bucket with her left hand, looked at the string of mobile phone numbers written on it, and recalled The man just now was undisguisedly nervous and murmured:

"Maybe he's a good guy."