The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

The night fell like a huge black curtain, slowly covering the bustling city.

Neon lights are flashing, cars are flowing, and the shops on both sides of the street are emitting warm light.

However, beneath this seemingly calm and orderly appearance, people's hearts are filled with fatigue and haste, and they all just want to rush home as soon as possible to find that moment of peace and warmth.

Zhao Shao had just finished a hard day delivering takeout. His back was soaked with sweat and his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

He dragged his body, which seemed to have been drained of all strength, and slowly walked into the supermarket.

At this moment, his face was haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, and his messy hair hung down casually.

But when he saw those fresh and juicy vegetables, a hint of anticipation arose in his heart, and he thought about going home to make a sumptuous dinner to reward himself.

He slowly walked through the shelves of the supermarket, carefully selecting each ingredient, with such seriousness as if he was treating an extremely precious treasure.

Finally, he walked out of the supermarket door with a full bag of vegetables, feeling satisfied.

He walked along a familiar path, passing a street that was usually quite quiet.

The moonlight sprinkled on the stone road, casting patches of silver.

At the other end of the street, an old flower seller was about to close his stall, muttering:

"Another day has passed, and I didn't sell many flowers. Sigh."

The old man's face was full of traces of time, with wrinkles running across his face like ravines, and his eyes showed helplessness and fatigue.

At this moment, a panicked robber suddenly rushed out from the corner of the street, waving a knife in his hand that flashed coldly in the moonlight.

He looked back as he ran, muttering:

"Don't chase me, don't chase me!"

The robber's face was distorted, his eyes were full of fear and despair, his clothes were disheveled, and his hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to his scalp.

He was thinking:

"It's over. If I get caught this time, everything will be over. I can't get caught. Absolutely not!"

Behind him, a sturdy policeman followed closely and shouted:

"Stop, you can't run away!"

Policeman He Shu has sharp and stern eyebrows and eyes, a firm and sharp gaze, an upright posture, and powerful steps, showing a fearless aura.

Not far away, a couple was walking hand in hand. The girl was frightened by the sudden scene and screamed, hugging the boy tightly.

The boy quickly comforted:

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

The boy was tall and protected the girl behind him. The girl had a pretty face, but her face was pale at this moment.

Zhao Shao looked at this sudden scene in astonishment, his mind going blank in an instant.

His eyes were wide, his mouth was slightly open, and his body was unable to move as if he was under a spell.

Before he could recover from his shock, the robber rushed to him like a gust of wind and hugged him tightly in the blink of an eye.

"Do not move!"

The robber lowered his voice and roared viciously, while pressing the cold and sharp knife against Zhao Shao's throat.

Zhao Shao suddenly felt a chill spreading rapidly from his throat to his whole body. His heartbeat instantly accelerated, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

He stammered:

"Don't...don't hurt me."

"Let go of the hostages!"

He Shu shouted loudly, his voice firm and powerful.

He held the pistol tightly with both hands and pointed the muzzle steadily at the robber.

At this time, a crowd of onlookers gradually gathered around, and some people whispered:

"What should we do? I hope no one gets killed."

The speaker was a middle-aged woman. She looked nervous and her hands were tightly clutching the corners of her clothes.

Another person shouted anxiously:

"Comrade police officer, be careful!"

This is a man wearing glasses and with a serious expression.

Zhao Shao barely came to his senses at this moment, and a strong panic surged in his heart.

The instinct for survival made him try to break free from the robber. He twisted his body desperately and pulled his arms hard, but the other party's strength was too great. His struggle seemed so powerless that he could not move at all.

At this extremely tense moment, Zhao Shao suddenly remembered the mysterious system he possessed.

He had obtained it by chance and it had never really been put to good use.

At this moment, he seemed to have grasped the last straw and shouted frantically in his heart:

"System, save me!"

In stark contrast to Zhao Shao's nervousness and panic, the police remained calm throughout.

His eyes were fixed on the robber, and he approached slowly with steady and cautious steps.

His voice was firm and calm as he spoke again:

"Put your weapon down now, or I'll really shoot!"

The robber became more and more excited. He pointed the knife at the police and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Let me go, or I'll kill him!"

At this moment, his heart was extremely panicked:

"what do I do?

Is it really a fight to the death?

No, I don't want to go to jail, but what can I do?"

Just when the two sides were deadlocked and the atmosphere was extremely tense, a clear and urgent voice suddenly rang out in Zhao Shao's mind:

"Ding!

The host is detected to be in danger of death, please step back immediately."

Zhao Shao was shocked when he heard this reminder.

Although he was skeptical about the system's voice, at this critical moment, he had no other choice but to give it a try.

So he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and used all his strength to push the robber behind him hard.

Coincidentally, when the robber was pushed, there was a stone of medium size behind him.

The robber staggered, lost his balance, and fell heavily to the ground, with the knife in his hand slipping out of his hand.

Seeing this, the police in the distance rushed over like an arrow.

He stepped forward, quickly subdued the robber before he could even gain his footing, and skillfully handcuffed him.

A burst of cheers broke out from the crowd:

"Great! The police comrades are awesome!"

The old man selling flowers also breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Finally caught him. This is really nerve-wracking."

The girl in the couple patted her chest and said:

"Oh, I was so scared, but luckily everything is fine."

Zhao Shao finally breathed a sigh of relief. He finally understood that what the system said was true and it did not deceive him.

However, after this brief moment of relief, a deep sense of disappointment and helplessness welled up in his heart.

A depressed expression appeared on his face, and he lowered his head, as if he had been hit hard by fate.

Zhao Shao smiled bitterly and said to himself:

"Hehe, you, you...

It’s time to play with the calf.”

After subduing the robber, the policeman slowly walked up to the still dazed Zhao Shao.

He patted Zhao Shao's shoulder gently and said in a calm tone:

"Hello, citizen!

My name is He Shu. Would it be convenient for you to go to the police station with me?"

Zhao Shao finally came back to his senses from his deep thoughts as if awakened from a dream, a trace of panic appeared on his face, but he quickly regained his composure.

He stammered:

“Convenient…convenient.”

Afterwards, Zhao Shao tried hard to sort himself out and cheer himself up again.

He took a deep breath, as if to draw all his courage into his lungs.

Then, he took a step forward without hesitation and resolutely set out for the police station.

This road is full of unknowns and challenges, and perhaps more dangers await him.

But Zhao Shao knew in his heart that if he wanted to find a way to break this terrible fate, he would have to pay the price to unlock the secrets of the system.

He looked up at the sky. The bright moon was still hanging high in the sky. However, he didn't know where the future would lead him...

On the way to the police station, Zhao Shao's thoughts raced. He thought back to his ordinary, busy life, struggling to make ends meet, never expecting to be caught up in such a terrifying incident. He thought about his family and friends, wondering how they would react when they learned of his ordeal.

He Shu watched Zhao Shao's expression through the rearview mirror as he drove. Trying to break the silence, he said, "Don't worry too much. You're very brave. Anyone else would have been terrified by what happened just now."

Zhao Shao forced a smile and said, "Thank you, officer. I was just lucky."

He Shu smiled and said, "Luck is also a part of strength. However, I'm still very curious, how did you have the courage to make that push in such a dangerous situation?"

Zhao Shao hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to conceal the system's secrets. He said, "I didn't think too much about it at the time. It was just my survival instinct."

He Shu nodded and stopped asking questions.

The car quickly arrived at the police station. Zhao Shao followed He Shu into an office where several police officers were sitting, busy sorting through documents.

He Shu asked Zhao Shao to sit down and began to ask him some details about the events of the night. Zhao Shao answered each question as detailed as possible, his voice trembling slightly, and it was obvious that he had not fully recovered from the shock just now.

After the questioning, He Shu said, "Okay, you can rest here for a while. Once we finish the relevant procedures, you can go home."

Zhao Shao nodded gratefully and sat on a chair beside him, but he was still feeling uneasy.

After a while, He Shu came over with a document and said, "You can go now. Go back and have a good rest. Be careful when you go out next time."

Zhao Shao stood up, thanked He Shu again, and then walked out of the police station.

The night wind was a little cool, blowing on Zhao Shao's face, making him a little more sober.

He looked at the empty streets, feeling mixed emotions.

He didn't know what challenges awaited him in the future, but he knew that starting tonight, his life would no longer be peaceful...