Chapter 681 I Want to Talk to Him Alone

"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 loudly.

"An ambulance has been called." Yang Chang lowered his eyes and looked straight at the ground and whispered, "But he has no heartbeat and breathing. I'm afraid it's already..."

"You have no say in this matter! Ambulance? Wait for them to come, and 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 train accident, resisting the pressure of their superiors to the death, and brought 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, and as a big brother calms the newcomer's uneasiness and anxiety;

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, whom 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 feet, 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 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 to the two Chinese people who were lying on the ground and squatted down slowly. He looked at what movement he might have made, so he swallowed all the next words in his stomach.

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

The two of them 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 man who was curled up on the ground and grunting like a dog, but 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.

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 tribesman who was huddled next to 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 also made everything himself and usually takes care of it.”

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

The young man screamed and found that he was fine, so he quickly agreed: "Yes, it's him. His name is Aikebaier. He was the one who put the fire powder behind the door and waited for you guys! This man is very cruel and evil!"

"Get lost." Chen Shu pointed at the doorway where the lights downstairs were flashing and whispered.

The two hurriedly got up, without even having time to pull up their pants, raised their hands and shouted "Don't shoot, don't shoot" and walked to the door step by step, following the two commandos guarding the door and fleeing the scene.

At this time, only Chen Shu, Zhu Yiba, the curled up Wei people and the body of a Wei people were left on the rooftop.

"Zhu Yiba, you go downstairs too." Chen Shu stood up, patted his trouser legs, and pretended to be nonchalant, "I want to talk to this guy alone."

How could Zhu Yiba, who had fought on the battlefield for several years, not understand Chen Shu's thoughts at this time? Logically, he went downstairs according to Chen Shu's order as the deputy captain, and no matter what happened in the future, it had nothing to do with him.

But for some reason, Zhu Yiba's legs were stuck on the rooftop like cement pillars, unable to move at all. Perhaps he remembered that he had caused his comrades to die on the battlefield.

This time, he would not retreat again.

Zhu Yiba smiled and said, "Chen Da, the two assault guys standing at the door just now heard everything and saw everything. If I leave now, if something happens, you can't clear yourself even if you jump into the Yellow River."

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

"You, you are the most stubborn person in your body. I don't blame you for getting stuck just now, go ahead." Chen Shu stared at the guy who was still alive and said casually.

Zhu Yiba shrugged and didn't answer again, using his actions to show his attitude.

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

He walked to the side of Ekbaier who was lying on the ground and humming non-stop, lowered his head, and just watched him silently.

Ekbaier used their native language, and uttered sharp curses from his mouth, and the vicious words filled the entire rooftop.

Then, slowly, slowly, the curses gradually became weaker.

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

In the end, he smiled, switched back to Mandarin, and laughed and mocked: "It's not a loss to die a policeman."

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

"Come on." Ekbaier stopped struggling and lay on the ground with his face to the sky in a big letter shape.

In foreign countries and NJ, they have heard too much, and have also seen many local policemen who have a blood feud with them, and the measures taken after they were controlled.

Zhu Yiba stared at the gun in Chen Shu's hand, and every nerve was tense to the extreme. He couldn't imagine how he, who had killed countless people on the battlefield, could be so nervous and lose his composure.

Chen Shu loaded his pistol and unfastened the safety in front of everyone, then he let go of it, and the Type 92 pistol fell straight to Aikebaier's left hand, not far away, where he could reach it.

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

Zi!

Zhu Yiba reacted instantly, like a racehorse ready to enter a fierce confrontation, his whole body was on the verge of exploding. If it weren't for the extremely strong willpower that had been forged over the years to firmly hold his consciousness and stabilize his body, he might have rushed out.

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