Around ten o'clock at night, Longcheng Military Hospital.
A dozen military vehicles from the Bureau of Violence and Terrorism were parked in front of the hospital. Wang Daolin jumped out of one of the vehicles with more than 20 police officers.
At the same time, the back door of the military vehicle opened, and two guards carried the seriously injured Noah on a stretcher, following Wang Daolin and the others.
Just after they appeared, a large number of reporters suddenly rushed down from the cars parked on both sides of the street. They had been waiting for a long time, and like sharks smelling the smell of blood, they all swarmed over and directly killed Wang Daolin and the others.
Surround.
"Is this the officer involved, Noah?"
"May I ask why he was injured?"
"How did you catch him? Can you tell us in detail...?"
These reporters asked questions all at once, and the microphones were directly pointed at Wang Daolin's face.
Wang Daolin pushed away the microphone on his face and said: "Don't crowd, don't delay our normal work. The officer involved was captured by us while escaping. He fired a gun and resisted arrest, so he was injured by the police in self-defense.
At present, we have to send him to the hospital for treatment, and we will hold a press conference to discuss this matter later."
With that said, Wang Daolin waved his hand: "Now is not the time to receive reporters, everyone please give way!"
Upon hearing the instructions, the guards immediately stepped forward and formed a cordon to keep the reporters out.
How could these reporters let go of such a good interview opportunity? Each one of them pushed forward desperately, holding a camera and taking photos of Noah lying on the stretcher.
Noah was lying weakly on a stretcher. Facing a large number of reporters, he was a little frightened and subconsciously raised his hands to cover his face.
In the crackling flash of light, Noah was carried into the hospital.
…
At one o'clock in the morning, the 10th Infantry Division garrison building.
Parker sat in his office, no longer drinking coffee, no longer listening to music, no longer shaving, with an anxious look on his face, and kept tapping his fingers on the table.
"Dip Lingling!"
The phone rang suddenly, and Parker hesitated before picking up the phone cautiously.
"You idiot! The guy raised by my cousin! Why would I send an idiot like you to guard Dragon City..." A string of dirty and violent insults immediately came out on the phone, which made Parker's scalp numb.
Parker didn't dare to talk back, so he just sat there obediently, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead and listening to the other party's constant scolding.
After scolding for five or six minutes, the other party stopped and said sternly: "Remember this and never have any conflicts with the local people again! Let your troops stay at the station and wait for orders from the superiors!"
Parker put down the sweat towel and asked softly: "Then how should I deal with this matter now?"
The person on the other end of the phone immediately cursed: "What you can do is nothing! Just wait for me, and I will inform you of the results after the higher-ups have a meeting! You idiot!"
"Yes, yes..." Parker agreed repeatedly, and then hung up the phone.
After putting down the phone, Parker was restless. He stood up and walked around the room anxiously twice, his head a mess.
After a while, Parker felt the need to urinate, so he walked into the bathroom, stood in front of the urinal, deftly unfastened his belt and took off his pants.
There was clearly an urge to urinate, but the drain seemed to be blocked by something. I kept the gun in the air for a long time, but not a drop of water could come out.
Parker frowned and worked hard to brew, but after ten minutes, he still couldn't urinate.
An evil fire shot from his crotch to his forehead!
"Damn it, I'm going to cut you off!" Parker's eyes were red, he raised his fist and smashed it against the wall.
…
At around seven o'clock the next morning, a very famous Dragon City News current affairs commentator posted a new post on Weibo.
The title of the post is: An in-depth discussion of the issue of garrisoning troops in Dragon City, and how to avoid various disputes in a multi-ethnic context?
The content of the post can be roughly summarized into four questions. First, Dragon City has its own Chinese Corps, why should District 1 be stationed there?
Secondly, District 1 has always been criticized for its reputation as a source of troops and has committed various crimes. Why has it not been strengthened?
Third, if a soldier commits such a crime, does the commander-in-chief of the station also have an unshirkable responsibility?
Fourth, how can the innocent people of Dragon City avoid the harm caused to them by the troops stationed in District 1?
After these four questions were posted, the following immediately received a large number of comments and reposts. At the same time, people also expressed extreme dissatisfaction with the dispatch of troops to District 1, and the Internet was full of criticism and curses.
Driven by this post, what was originally a criminal case between the military and civilians quickly turned into a sensitive topic of "whether there should be troops of different ethnic groups in Dragon City."
Netizens have launched a heated discussion around this point. Now when you open the Weibo page, you can see the overwhelming opposition.
…
At around ten o'clock in the morning, the 10th Infantry Division garrison building.
Parker was lying on the bed in the office, with a slight snore coming from his nose. He stayed up all night and barely fell asleep until dawn.
"Rapist! Get out of Dragon City!"
"Shameless people! You are not worthy of being a soldier!"
"...!!"
Suddenly there was a thunderous shout outside, which woke Parker up from the bed.
"Adjutant!" Parker sat up from the bed and yelled at the top of his lungs.
The office door was immediately pushed open, and the adjutant stepped in and saluted Parker.
Parker looked at him and asked, "What's going on outside?"
"Report to the general..." the adjutant reported slightly nervously: "They are protesters...a large number of protesters..."
"Help me up." Parker felt a little dizzy and stretched out his hand to the adjutant.
The adjutant quickly helped him, walked to the window, and opened the curtains.
I saw a dense crowd of protesters standing on the street outside. They held banners and surrounded the gate of the station on three levels inside and three outside, constantly attacking the soldiers who blocked them.
Beer bottles, rotten eggs, and rotten vegetable leaves were constantly thrown into the camp, pouring out the anger of the people.
Looking at this scene, Parker's body shook slightly, and a lot of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"General!" the adjutant suggested from the side: "They are obviously organized and have been attacking our base. Do we need to resist and suppress them?"
After hearing this, Parker's body was no longer weak and his head was no longer dizzy. He turned around with a big mouth and slapped the adjutant in half a circle.
Parker pointed at the adjutant's nose and cursed: "Why are you as stupid as Noah? Don't you want me to live?! Inform our soldiers to be restrained, to be rational, to reason with these people, not to talk to them.
Any conflict occurs!"
With that said, Parker kicked the adjutant in the butt: "Go and deliver the order! You idiot!"