Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 686 Sword Light

The Type 92 pistol lying on the ground, its gleaming silver-gray metallic sheen, was dazzling in the night.

Seeing Aikber's hesitant expression, Chen Shu sneered and added fuel to the fire: "Want to try again? Maybe another cop will die, and then you'll make a fortune."

This is an attempt to use someone else's gun to kill someone!
That's a fucking madman!

Zhu Yiba's body suddenly stiffened, his pupils slowly widened, and he stared at the Type 92 pistol that Chen Shu had deliberately tossed aside, revealing an expression of disbelief.

As a special agent who has carried out special missions in Yunnan Province, he has seen all kinds of scenes and people over the years.

But Zhu Yiba could never have imagined that this deputy captain, who was always cheerful at work, had such a crazy side in private.

Seeing that the other party did not react, Chen Shu considerately kicked the gun handle with his boot, bringing it closer to Aikber's intact left hand.

This service is already exceptional; the customer should have no reason to refuse it.

Having already given up resisting, Aikber could not hide the astonishment and surprise on his face. Looking at the cold-faced policeman with deep, dark eyes standing beside him, he was speechless for a long time.

However, after a moment, he showed a relieved expression.

“Chen Shu, you are Chen Shu, you are Chen Shu.” Aikber gazed at the night sky, feeling a sense of unreality and powerlessness, as if in a dream. “No wonder, no wonder. Abudu and I came all the way from NJ just to find you. In the end, we found you, but we ended up like those guys we used to laugh at. It’s a pity, we still lost everything.”

Chen Shu was not surprised by the purpose of the two people who came from abroad, nor did he intend to investigate further.

He simply follows his own pace and hopes that the other party will respect his pace and do what needs to be done.

Chen Shu pointed to the pistol lying quietly on the ground and kindly reminded him, "Aikber, apart from your mouth, your left hand is also intact."

silence.

The rooftop was deathly silent.

Aikber's eyes gradually froze, and he muttered "teacher," "enter heaven," "ana," "apa," before struggling to sit up and shakily reaching for the Type 92 pistol on the ground.

With a gulp, Zhu Yiba swallowed hard, as if a large lump was stuck in his throat, preventing him from making a sound.

A flash of silver light.

Noisy!
Blood spurts out!

Just as Aikber's left hand gripped the gun handle, Chen Shu pulled a police dagger from his tactical vest, pressed it against Aikber's throat, and without hesitation, ended the man's life with a single, swift stroke.

Aikber's eyes were wide open, his throat throbbing as he tried to breathe, but only spurts of blood came from his mouth and throat. His body convulsed uncontrollably, his ten fingers tightly gripping his neck in a struggle, his face contorted with pain and despair.

However, it can only make a gurgling sound.

Finally, he collapsed to the ground, turning into a pile of lifeless carbohydrates, just like his companions who had come with him.

At this moment, Zhu Yiba, who had witnessed the whole thing, did not find it exaggerated. On the contrary, he felt relieved and relieved. This was both his approval of Chen Shu's actions and his reconciliation with himself.

He felt that if this situation were to occur again, he would no longer hesitate.

The guilt he felt for his comrades who had died because of his carelessness, and the regret for letting the criminals escape death, which had been weighing on his heart, all faded away at this moment.

Perhaps he still won't shoot anyone, perhaps he still can't point a gun at anyone, but he has found a new target, a new direction.

Oh, it wasn't Chen Shu, but it could be Chen Shu. Anyway, his police dagger would no longer be just an ordinary decoration in the eyes of ordinary policemen. Zhu Yiba wanted to say a few words of comfort, but before he could speak, he shook his head self-deprecatingly and swallowed his words. How could someone as decisive as Chen Shu need comfort from a loser like him, who would run away to a corner of China to hide whenever he encountered a setback?

After this battle, the two stood on the rooftop, and it was hard to tell who had fought their way through the sea of ​​corpses and mountains of blood on the frontier. Zhu Yiba was somewhat melancholy as he stood beside the two corpses and started smoking. Although there was blood all over the ground at his feet, he felt no discomfort.

He added with some reflection and explanation, "I mostly use guns, shooting people from a great distance. I've never used a knife even once. I never imagined that just watching from the sidelines would be so exciting."

Chen Shu stood quietly on the rooftop, gazing at the troop transport vehicle speeding away with its siren blaring, remaining silent.

This feeling is just like what Special Investigation Team Captain Yu Maiken said back in NJ: We carried the souls of the dead, and then we lived together.

He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and put it in his mouth, all alone, unlit, like the straw that Yu Maiken always held in his mouth, one end firmly imprisoned and unable to move, the other end only able to struggle alone in the air, creaking and squeaking.

At this moment, Chen Shu lost all his strength and courage.

Although he couldn't see what he looked like at that moment, he might look a bit disheveled, but he should resemble that guy Yu Maiken quite a bit. Chen Shu thought to himself, and suddenly missed that night in the wilderness of NJ when he sang and danced with the Special Investigation Team members.

The campfire crackled and burned brighter and brighter.

Yet, in the darkness of night, it appears especially small.

But it was always lit up.

As they went downstairs, under the light, Zhu Yiba noticed a large tear in Chen Shu's left sleeve, soaked in deep red blood.

At Zhu Yiba's prompting, Chen Shu turned his head and discovered that he had been stabbed several times in the arm. He tried to swing his arm around, but as soon as he managed to lift it, a searing pain shot through him.

Upon examination after taking off his clothes, good heavens! There were two wounds on his left arm, each nearly 10cm long, with the skin and flesh turned outwards, and the bone was visible. If he hadn't been wearing a bulletproof vest, he might be dead by now.

Concerned about Xu Mingliang, who had been taken to the hospital, Chen Shu disregarded his injury, put his coat back on, and pretended not to have seen him.

Zhu Yiba wanted to speak, but was stopped by the other party's deep gaze. Life and death, nothing else mattered.

Chen Shu pulled Zhu Yiba and the arriving Chen Chuan out, leaving the scene to be cleaned up and finished by the Criminal Investigation Detachment.

On the bus, Chen Chuan learned about Xu Mingliang's situation, and even this usually talkative man in the whole brigade fell silent.

Chen Shu sat in the passenger seat, rolled down the window, and let the cold wind blow on him.

Zhu Yiba drove the car very fast, so much so that the car body swayed slightly with the curve when turning.

As they darted around a corner, they startled a man who was jogging in the early morning.

The man stopped and pointed at the taillights, unleashing a torrent of abuse: "You son of a bitch! In such a hurry to be reborn? Die early and be reborn sooner, don't hold others up!"

The sound was long and drawn out, clearly indicating that the person was quite frightened.

Chen Shu tightened his coat, his injured arm was icy cold, and said, "Zhu Yiba, drive slowly."

Zhu Yiba stepped on the brakes and hesitated, saying, "Brother Chen, I'm just afraid I won't be able to see Lao Xu one last time."

Will we get to see each other one last time?

Chen Shu remained silent, and the car sped up on the road again.

(End of this chapter)