Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 372 Shooting

At the end of the alley.

"police!"

"stop!"

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

Old A was startled by the two shouts coming at him. He lost all hope and knew that the man chasing him was undoubtedly a policeman.

Old A, who had been on the run for many years, was even afraid to dream about the police when he lay in bed at night. In reality, if he actually bumped into one, his heart would pound and his hands would tremble uncontrollably.

He wanted to turn and run, but his eyes were fixed on the approaching policeman, his legs went weak, and his body was frozen in place, unable to move at all.

If this policeman catches me, the best-case scenario is twenty years in prison. Besides, I twisted my right ankle a bit when I jumped out of the restaurant window earlier, so I definitely can't outrun the policeman.

Thinking of his widowed mother and her child left behind in their hometown, all alone, he knew that life without a man in the house would be worse than death.

The image of my wife holding our daughter, trembling in the corner of the room, involuntarily flashed into my mind.

Old A's heart was instantly filled with hatred and resentment!
Evil comes from the most courageous side!
In his youth, he was a gang leader who had been involved in criminal activities for several years, and he was also involved in murder cases. During those years of risking his life, he had fought many people to the death, so he was naturally very brave.

Once he calmed down a bit, he saw that there was only one person chasing after him. He figured that it must be a lone policeman who happened to run into him, so he decided to go all the way.

"If we don't kill this cop, we're definitely not going to escape!"

Old A refused to surrender, pulled out a sharp dagger from his pocket, yelled a few times to bolster his courage, gritted his teeth and pounced back.

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

He gave a cold laugh, quickly glanced around, and habitually prepared to find a suitable piece of equipment to give this criminal suspect who dared to assault the police a good fight and teach him how to be a proper thief.

袭警
Assaulting a police officer!

In a flash, the image of Chen Chuan being shot and falling to the ground flashed through Chen Shu's mind. The helplessness and frustration of not being able to protect those around him ignited his anger instantly.

Although a voice kept telling me, "Don't shoot," "Don't shoot," "Don't shoot."

There were also repeated warnings: "Fire warning shot!" "Fire warning shot!" "Fire warning shot!"

But they were all too light, like a fleeting summer evening breeze. Anger had instantly taken over his mind.

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

"kill!"

He thought he was very calm.

In just a few seconds, he found countless reasons to justify firing his gun.

Armed;

Assaulting a police officer;

murderer……

Without further hesitation, he stood still, drew his Type 92 pistol from his waist, and, following the rhythm of his previous training, drew the gun, released the safety, loaded the chamber, and quickly aimed, firing several shots in quick succession towards the center of the opponent's body.

"Bang bang bang!"

All three bullets pierced through Old A's body, and the dagger he had been holding tightly fell to the ground with a "clang," making a crisp sound in the quiet night.

He staggered a few steps, touching the spot in his abdomen where he had been shot, and then collapsed to the ground. After a long pause, he raised his arm and tremblingly waved to the policeman who had shot him.

This was the first time Chen Shu had ever fired at and shot a real, living person. He remained frozen in his firing position, staring blankly at the scene before him. When the suspect beckoned to him, he cooperated by lowering his gun-wielding arm and slowly moving closer.

Old A sat on the ground, panting heavily, ignoring the gunshot wound in his abdomen, his eyes fixed on the slowly approaching policeman.

He struggled to his feet, trying to push himself up, but his hands trembled uncontrollably, limp and powerless. Even breathing required immense effort.

Finally, he could only slump to the ground, extending his bloodied right hand, pleading with the police officer who had shot him: "Officer, those who reported me... they still owe me a million dollars, and they just don't want to pay it back."

"Cough cough!"

Old A felt as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat, and a fishy, ​​sweet taste swirled in his mouth.

He suddenly realized that if he hadn't asked for more of that million that didn't belong to him, perhaps the other party wouldn't have reported him to the police.

Despite his discomfort, Old A continued, "Officer, I'm guilty, but the money is clean. Please tell my wife that Little B and his gang used to hang out with me, and they still owe me a million. Thank you, thank you."

Old A had lost all feeling in his arm, and his body swayed several times before he barely managed to stay upright.

He lowered his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead. When he looked up again, his face was contorted with blood and water, giving him a somewhat ferocious appearance. Yet, every word he uttered was filled with the mundane details of family life:
"After taking this money, we'll split it in half for my wife and half for Xiaoming's mother."

After saying that, he let out a long sigh, smiled at the policeman who was listening attentively to him, and the previous brutality was gone from his eyes.

His head tilted to the side, and his body, unable to support itself, fell backward.

"Thank you, officer." Old A, whose vision had completely gone black, said silently to himself, without resentment towards the policeman who shot him.

Perhaps for him, death was both atonement and liberation.

Having already hit the opponent with three shots, and seeing Old A, who had been shot, fall to the ground and struggle for his life, Chen Shu's heart pounded violently. He felt a surge of heat rising from the soles of his feet, and an indescribable excitement welled up in his heart.

He felt he had given Chen Chuan an explanation.

But the man's constant nagging about his wife and children before he died deeply moved Chen Shu. Even if Old A was a murderer, even if Old A attacked a policeman, his wife and daughter were innocent.

Perhaps the two of them are currently huddled in some corner, eyes wide open, eagerly awaiting their husbands and fathers.

Chen Shu watched as the person he had killed lay quietly on the ground, feeling wave after wave of icy coldness pouring down from the top of his head.

It's so cold.

Under the dim streetlights, Chen Shu, alone and forlorn, could only grip the pistol tucked into his waistband, believing it to be his only support in life. But the icy, metallic sensation seeped from his palms up his arms and into his heart, and his hands began to tremble slowly, very slowly.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but when he suddenly heard the sound of police sirens from behind, he was jolted awake and found that his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

He kept taking deep breaths, and then even deeper ones.

He thought it was just a dream, that Chen Chuan would come over with a grin and make harmless jokes; that fugitive Lao A was brought to justice and was actively reforming in prison, waiting for the day he could return to society and his family.

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

Chen Shu's thoughts scattered uncontrollably, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the motionless corpse lying on the ground.

The body of Old A.

A chill swept over him once more, clinging to Chen Shu's skin, penetrating his pores, and reaching every corner of his body.

"It's cold, so cold."

Chen Shu looked down at his slightly trembling hands, his mind constantly sensing the shaking throughout his body. Even the slight chill on his pores felt like needles pricking his brain nerves.

It was early morning in June.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

The sound of sirens rang out from behind; backup police had finally arrived.

After committing the murder, Chen Shu closed his eyes in anguish.

(End of this chapter)