Rewinding time to an hour ago, the gun battle had just ended and the rain was still pouring. Wang Xing shouted into the courtyard: "Liu Handong, is that you?"
Liu Handong was shocked. He just witnessed people outside knocking down two killers. They should have helped him, but his vigilance made him dare not trust anyone, so he asked: "Who are you?"
Wang Xing said: "I am the private detective entrusted by Xia Qingshi to protect Shu Fan. My name is Wang Xing."
Liu Handong said: "Why should I trust you? Put down the gun first."
Wang Xing shouted: "You first prove that you are Liu Handong, and then I will put down the gun."
Liu Handong was furious: "How can I prove it? Can I show you my ID card?"
Wang Xing once investigated Liu Handong's files in detail, and after some thought he came up with a verification method and said, "What military rank was your grandfather awarded in 1955?"
"Army Lieutenant Colonel." Liu Handong replied. He looked at Ma Guoqing again, blood was still flowing, and said angrily: "If you keep nagging, this policeman will be hopeless."
Xiaofan took out a bloody police officer's certificate from Ma Guoqing's pocket and showed it to Liu Handong.
"Ma Guoqing from Huahuo Police Station was shot and lost a lot of blood. He is about to die." Liu Handong shouted.
Wang Xing stood up from behind the car and raised his hands to show that he had no weapons.
"I'm coming, don't shoot."
Liu Handong held an automatic rifle and scanned the street, signaling Xiaofan to hide. He was a little too nervous. The opponent was just an amateur-level killer and was not good enough to be equipped with a sniper.
Wang Xing walked into the yard, saw Ma Guoqing lying on the stairs, and ran over quickly: "Old Ma, what's wrong with you?"
Ma Guoqing was still awake and said in a low voice: "Xiao Wang, I can hold on."
Liu Handong breathed a sigh of relief. Ma Guoqing knew this person and could at least half-trust him.
Wang Xing looked around: "Where is Shu Fan?"
Liu Handong's gun was still pointed at Wang Xing: "You haven't proven your identity yet."
Wang Xing carefully took out an iPhone from his pocket: "I can let Shu Fan talk to her father."
Liu Handong nodded, and Wang Xing dialed FaceTime. After a few seconds, the communication was connected, and on the screen was a woman's handsome and majestic face.
"I found Shu Fan. She wants to talk to Mr. Xia, otherwise she won't show up." Wang Xing said.
"Wait a minute." The woman was walking with her mobile phone, and soon entered a room that looked like a ward, and the face of a thin man appeared on the screen.
"Where is daddy's good daughter?" The man's voice was kind.
Xiaofan rushed out of the stairwell, her eyes filled with tears. She held her cell phone, opened her mouth, and finally made a sound: "Dad, I'm scared."
On the phone, Xia Qingshi was extremely surprised. His autistic daughter could actually speak, and he could vaguely hear his voice: "An Xin, book me the fastest flight ticket, no, charter flight, whatever plane is available, I will charter it."
Want to go back."
On a thunderstorm day, the 3G signal was very poor and intermittent. Liu Handong already believed the other party's identity, put away his gun and said: "It's not safe here, and the police can't hold on anymore."
Wang Xing said: "I have a car. Let's take Lao Ma to the hospital first."
Liu Handong said: "You hold him, and I'll drive."
Wang Xing knew that the other party was still vigilant, so he threw the car keys over: "The white Jetta outside."
Liu Handong dropped the empty automatic rifle and went out with Xiaofan first. Wang Xing picked up Ma Guoqing and then walked out, looking for the killer who was shot in the leg. He had disappeared, but he couldn't care less at this time.
After catching him, everyone got on the Jetta. Liu Handong said: "Sit tight." Before he finished speaking, everyone felt a strong push on their backs.
Liu Handong drove to the nearest Affiliated Hospital of the Provincial Medical University at a fast speed. There was deep water along the way and quagmire caused by road construction. Wang Xing urged: "Hurry up, hurry up!"
"How about you drive?" Liu Handong stepped on the accelerator and passed a truck on the opposite side, with a gap of no more than five centimeters.
Wang Xing suddenly became speechless.
Ma Guoqing's wound was still bleeding, Xiaofan's clothes were stained with blood, and the towel covering the wound was soaked. There was a first aid kit in the Jetta, and Xiaofan was handling it in an orderly manner under the guidance of Wang Xing. Suddenly, Ma Guoqing's cell phone
It rang again, and Xiaofan answered it. It was an anxious female voice: "Dad, where are you!"
Xiaofan looked at Liu Handong, who nodded.
"We are on the way to the hospital, the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University." Xiaofan's voice was nice, clear and tactful, and he spoke standard Mandarin rather than Omi dialect.
Liu Handong's driving skills are very good. He doesn't care about traffic rules and traffic lights. He even ran three red lights and drove in the wrong direction. Wang Xing grinned at the sight. The new traffic regulations are so strict, I'm afraid he won't even get enough points on his driver's license.
The Affiliated Hospital of Medical University arrived soon. Liu Handong parked the car at the entrance of the emergency department, and together with Wang Xing, he carried Ma Guoqing, who was covered in blood, in. Doctors and nurses hurriedly stepped forward to respond, and the wounded man was quickly pushed into the operating room, covered in blood.
The clothes were left at the door.
There was a sound of a strong motor outside the emergency department. A wild and sturdy red Yamaha off-road motorcycle stopped. A girl wearing a T-shirt, hot pants and slippers got off the off-road vehicle. When she entered the door, she asked: "Did you just deliver something?"
Here comes a wounded policeman."
Liu Handong recognized the girl as Ma Ling, the female bus driver of No. 520, and thought it was a coincidence that she must be Ma Guoqing's daughter.
"Your father has just entered the operating room. Don't worry. The gun shot in the stomach is not a vital part." Wang Xing stood up and said.
"Uncle Wang." Ma Ling hurriedly greeted him, then looked at Liu Handong and recognized him, but said nothing. He rushed straight to the operating room and was quickly pushed out by the nurse.
"Uncle Wang, who shot my father?" Ma Ling was furious, looking like he wanted to tear several people into pieces.
"The one who shot your father was shot in the head by your father on the spot." Liu Handong replied. He had witnessed the situation with his own eyes. The most intense gunfight did not last more than ten seconds. Life and death were on a thin line. If
If it wasn't for Lao Ma's cooperation and full trust in himself, I'm afraid there might be more than one person lying in the operating room right now.
Wang Xing stretched out his hand and said: "It's time to give me the car keys."
Liu Handong threw the Jetta key over.
"Let's go out and have a cigarette." Wang Xing winked at Liu Handong. Ma Guoqing has been sent to the hospital and his family members have also arrived. There is no benefit to them staying here.
Liu Handong understood, pulled up Xiaofan and went out. When he got to the car, Wang Xing took out a cigarette and threw one to Liu Handong. He looked at Xiaofan's blood-stained clothes, frowned and said, "Wait for me, I'll buy some clothes."
He hurried to the supermarket in front of the hospital. Liu Handong was standing next to the car smoking. Suddenly there was a crackling sound of electricity, and the command center's order came from the police channel intercom left in the car: all units should pay attention and pay close attention.
A suspect armed with a gun. The suspect holds Liu Handong's ID card. His physical characteristics are that he is 1.82 meters tall and weighs about 80 kilograms... There is probably a 14-year-old girl accompanying him. The suspect is extremely dangerous and can be shot if necessary.
He killed..."
Liu Handong's hands were trembling. The police were looking for him, and the killer wanted to kill him. Who the hell was he provoking? He looked at Wang Xing's retreating figure. This person was not within the system and should be trustworthy.
"Xiaofan, follow this man, he will protect you." Liu Handong placed his hands on Xiaofan's shoulders and solemnly instructed.
Xiaofan burst into tears and held on to Liu Handong's lapel without letting go.
"Don't follow me!" Liu Handong roared, which made Xiaofan tremble and let go of his hand.
Red and blue police lights flashed in the distance, and a police car drove into the hospital gate.
Liu Handong turned around and left, avoiding the door of the emergency department.
Ma Ling came up to him: "What happened? Who did it?"
Liu Handong said: "I'll lend you my motorcycle."
Ma Ling took out the key: "Tell me who did it, and I'll give you the key."
"Gu Changjun of Shifeng Group, the killer he hired injured your father. I'm going to find him now, the key." Liu Handong reached out to take the key, but Ma Ling took it back, "I changed my mind, and you
go together."
Liu Handong looked back and saw that the police car had arrived at the entrance of the emergency department. It was too late to drive the motorcycle. He stamped his feet and walked straight into the emergency department.
The police car stopped, and two traffic policemen lifted an injured person out of the car. It turned out that the police car was there to take the injured in the traffic accident to emergency treatment, not to arrest Liu Handong.
Liu Handong didn't know the purpose of the police's visit, so he hid in the observation room of the emergency department. He opened the curtains and went outside. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was a traffic policeman. He was about to go out when he suddenly thought of something. He looked back and saw someone lying on the hospital bed.
One person was the guy who strangled himself with a rope that night. He had circles of bandages on his head, a sling bottle, and was connected to ECG monitoring and oxygen. Damn it, he was still alive!
The injured person was lying on the hospital bed, like a piece of fat on the chopping board. Liu Handong stepped forward and pulled off his oxygen tube, monitored his ECG, pulled off the bandage, and used his hands to open the sutured steel bar penetration wound on his face. It hurt so much.
The boy screamed, but his mouth was covered by Liu Handong, and the scream was released and swallowed back into his stomach. His eyes almost popped out of his sockets, and he looked at Liu Handong in horror.
"Remember me? Let me ask you, where does Gu Changjun live? If you dare to say no, I will tear your face apart!" Liu Handong threatened in a low voice. He was not trying to scare people, but was serious.
"I said." The man was frightened by his ferocious expression and immediately told Gu Changjun's home address and work address. Liu Handong asked again: "Why did Gu Changjun want to kill me?"
"His brother is dead," the man said.
Liu Handong suddenly realized that the guy sitting in the passenger seat holding a dagger looked very similar to Gu Changjun. He should be Gu Changjun's younger brother. No wonder, this blood feud was formed.
After punching him, the kid passed out without saying a word. Liu Handong went out, not through the main entrance, but through the back door of the emergency department. Hearing a powerful roar, a large-displacement Yamaha off-road motorcycle stopped in front of him.
The driver took off his helmet, revealing his ponytail. It was Ma Ling.
"Get in the car!" Ma Ling said in a dashing manner.
Liu Handong did not hesitate and got on the back seat of the motorcycle.
Ma Ling turned the accelerator sharply, and the front wheel of the motorcycle lifted up, roaring out like a cheetah.