Han Guang said: "You are not a criminal. Why are you wearing handcuffs? I asked you to go back and assist in the investigation. You are quite powerful. When you served in the army, you were a special forces soldier?"
Liu Handong said: "Automobile soldiers."
Han Guang was stunned for a moment and said: "This is the first time I have seen an automobile soldier who can fight better than the special forces."
Liu Handong said: "That's because the special forces you know have never fought in a war."
"Have you ever fought in a war?" Han Guang seemed to understand a little. This automobile soldier was different from the driver of the machine car of the inland army, but a soldier of the frontline army in the frontier. He had experienced the test of war. No wonder he was calm in the face of danger and his marksmanship was accurate. He was a criminal policeman.
Yes, you know that no matter how good your marksmanship is, it is considered good if you can perform one-third of it in a battle situation. Psychological quality is the most important thing for a soldier.
"It's interesting." Han Guang patted Liu Handong on the shoulder and waved to the roadside. A dusty Elysee sedan drove over. If you weren't paying attention, you would have thought that the car had been parked here for a long time. It seemed that the second detective
The team spent a lot of time waiting for themselves.
"Since when did you focus on me?" Liu Handong asked.
"When you entered Binhe Community." Han Guang opened the car door.
"Why didn't you come to me earlier?" Liu Handong asked knowingly.
"It's hard to go home, how can I not see my family?" Han Guang said.
The two got into the car. Liu Handong noticed that several cars were evacuating near the farmer's market. They must have been plainclothes criminal policemen.
"Do you treat everyone like this?" Liu Handong asked.
Han Guang thought for a while and said: "Not necessarily, it depends on the situation. There is a murderer who has been on the run for ten years. He couldn't stand it anymore and went home for the New Year. Our investigators waited at his door all night. The next morning
I just took him away."
Liu Handong said: "You are a good policeman."
Han Guang smiled and patted the driver on the shoulder: "Let's drive."
The car started and headed south, across the river onto the highway, and headed straight to Omi City, the provincial capital. On the way, Han Guang asked some questions about the gunfight last night. This case was not under the jurisdiction of the Jiangbei Criminal Police. He only asked out of curiosity.
Liu Handong told him exactly what happened.
Han Guang laughed dumbly: "This guy Wang Xing also participated. It's okay. He didn't embarrass our second team."
Liu Handong asked curiously: "Wang Xing and you are colleagues?"
Han Guang said: "He is a criminal policeman who went out from Jiangbei. He used to be an undercover detective and is a good young criminal policeman. It's a pity, it's a pity..."
Liu Handong nodded, said nothing, and looked at the scenery outside the window.
"Xiao Zhang, stop at the service area in front and let the water run out." Han Guang said.
When the Elysee entered the service area, Han Guang and Liu Handong got out of the car to go to the toilet. The driver turned off the engine and smoked next to the car.
The two of them came out of the toilet, bought a few bottles of water from the small supermarket in the service area, got in the car and continued on their way. The leader of the provincial department told Han Guang to send Liu Handong over in person. The task was very tight and there was no room for delay.
The driver started the car, Elysee hummed a few times and turned off the engine.
I started it again, it started, moved forward for more than ten meters, and then turned off again.
The driver got out of the car, opened the hood, and cursed: "Fuck me if my old car loses its chain at a critical moment!"
Han Guang frowned: "Repair it quickly, if it doesn't work, send another car over." He turned to Liu Handong and said: "The criminal police team is short of funds, and several good cars have gone to perform tasks, and only this broken car is left.
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Without saying a word, Liu Handong got out of the car, walked to the back of the car, squatted down and smelled it, then lay down and looked at it, and said, "I'll give it a try."
The driver was dubious, Han Guang nodded.
Liu Handong got into the driver's seat, started the engine several times, ignited the engine, and stepped on the accelerator. The Elysee roared, and the engine gradually returned to normal.
"What's going on?" the driver asked.
"If it can start, it means there is no circuit fault. There is no smell of oil and there is no oil leakage on the ground. It means that the injector is not blocked and the oil pipe is not damaged. The only possibility is that the oil delivery pressure is too low and the fuel pressure regulator may be broken.
, but the impact is not big, just increase the speed slowly and let it roar for a while." Liu Handong explained.
"Brother, it's okay." The driver handed over a cigarette.
"Xiao Liu, your car repair skills are not bad." Han Guang also praised.
"It's not worth mentioning, I'm an automobile soldier." Liu Handong was a little proud.
Elysee hit the road again. Three hours later, she drove into the Omi City Public Security Bureau. The provincial department listed the 9.2 shooting case as a case of supervision and ordered the criminal police detachment to solve the case within three days.
The corresponding police officer Wan Xudong of the Criminal Police Detachment received Han Guang and his party. They were classmates in the police academy and had a good relationship. The two parties shook hands and exchanged greetings before handing Liu Handong over.
"Han Guang, let's have dinner together tonight and call Wang Xing." Wan Xudong said.
"No, I'm in a hurry to go back. There are still a few cases that are pressing me." Han Guang declined. As a criminal police officer, he was very busy. Wan Xudong was very considerate and laughed and said, "Then next time."
Han Guang pulled Wan Xudong aside and said, "Take care of me, the young man is pretty good."
Wan Xudong smiled and said: "Don't worry, the provincial department has already spoken, and no one dares to touch him."
Han Guang said: "Song Ting gives you face like this."
Wan Xudong said: "This case is very important. Let's talk about it next time. The higher-ups are eagerly waiting for the confession."
"Okay, you can do your work, I'm going back."
After saying goodbye twice, Liu Handong was invited into the conference room. Wan Xudong made a transcript for him, detailing what he had encountered in the past few days. The transcript was immediately sent to the desk of Song Jianfeng, the director of the Public Security Department.
Song Jianfeng raised his eyebrows after reading the transcript. Liu Handong's experience reminded him of an old friend who also appeared out of nowhere, sharp and tough, killing one person in ten steps and leaving no trace in a thousand miles.
Thousands of lights were on outside the window, and unknowingly it was already after get off work hours. Song Jianfeng went downstairs with the transcript. The driver opened the door of the Audi A6 and sent Director Song to the family area of the Public Security Department, which was less than ten minutes away. The place was heavily guarded and brightly lit. Transparency is the safest place in a provincial capital.
Director Song lived on the first floor. Song Jianfeng entered the room, took the briefcase from his secretary and said, "Xiao Li, you go back first."
The secretary withdrew and gently closed the door. A Scottish shepherd dog came over with slippers in its mouth. Song Jianfeng put on his slippers and stroked the dog's head: "Keke, is sister at home?"
Su Mu called back twice, and a girl about twenty years old came out of the study: "Dad, you are back."
"Shuang'er, where are we?"
"He's in the house." Song Shuang waved, and Shu Fan walked out of the house. The clothes he was wearing were a little too big. Song Shuang must have lent them to her.
Back to last night, in the parking lot of the Medical University Affiliated Hospital, Shu Fan hired Wang Xing to rescue Liu Handong at a sky-high price of one million. After half a second of fighting between heaven and man, Wang Xing finally took over the business, and the two hooked up.
The deal was done, but this was a journey through mountains of fire, and bringing a little girl was obviously a burden. How to relocate Shu Fan to a safe place became a big problem.
Wang Xing's mind was spinning very quickly. Shu Fan's uncle's house was definitely not safe, and his own home was not safe either. His wife was so pregnant that he had no energy to take care of her. The safest and safest place was the Family Courtyard of the Public Security Department, which was heavily guarded.
There are electronic fences on the walls, dense cameras, and conscientious security guards. Strangers must register when entering or exiting the gate. More importantly, all people living here are members of the public security system. Criminals are so ambitious that they don't dare to run wild here.
He originally planned to send Shu Fan to the home of his old classmate Wan Xudong. Unexpectedly, when he was registering at the gate, he met Song Shuang, the precious daughter of Director Song. Song Shuang knew Wang Xing and put his head over his head and shouted: "Hey, Han Yu
Liang is here, looking for my dad?"
Wang Xing hurriedly replied: "I'm not a city hunter. I'm pretty much being hunted by others."
Song Shuang saw Shu Fan in the back seat, opened the door and got in, asking Wang Xing what was going on. Wang Xing briefly introduced the matter, and Song Shuang immediately took care of him: "Send it to my house, I'll do it."
Protect this sister."
As a result, Shu Fan became a guest at Director Song's house.
Song Jianfeng talked with Shu Fan yesterday and had a clearer understanding of the case. He did not object to Shu Fan living at home because Qingshi Hi-Tech is a major taxpayer in the province and Xia Qingshi is a leader in the international energy field.
The social status is no worse than that of department and bureau-level cadres.
Shu Fan still didn't like to talk, but when she saw Song Jianfeng, her eyes clearly showed concern. She was concerned about Liu Handong's safety.
"Don't worry, Liu Handong is already under the protection of the provincial department, and your father's flight will soon arrive at Jiangcheng Airport." Song Jianfeng said.
Shu Fan breathed a sigh of relief and finally smiled.
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In the washroom of the inpatient department of the Medical University Affiliated Hospital, Ma Ling helped her father wash the bloody shirt. Although there were bullet holes in the shirt, it could still be worn after washing. Suddenly she found a piece of paper in her pocket. She took it out and looked at it.
Blurred by water, but the handwriting is vaguely legible, stomach cancer, late stage.
A bolt from the blue! Ma Ling's hands were trembling, and her tears fell into the pool. She suddenly understood why her father, who had always followed the rules and was unknown to anyone, was so desperate this time, fighting gangsters on the street single-handedly. It turned out that he knew that he was terminally ill.
, there are not many days left.
Ma Ling put away the medical certificate, forced a smile and returned to the ward, but the circles under his eyes were red. Ma Guoqing had woken up. Because he had been shot in the stomach, he could only eat liquid food. The fruit supplements given by his colleagues were all gone.
I asked Sister-in-law Ma to take it home, and there were also a lot of flowers. I asked the flower shop in front of the hospital to collect them directly, leaving only a few flower baskets sent by the leaders of the provincial, municipal and bureau detachments to fill the scene.
"Xiao Ling, why are you crying? Who has bullied my precious daughter?" Ma Guoqing raised his hand to wipe away his daughter's tears. This action made Ma Ling even more sad. His father has terminal cancer and can no longer love and pamper him.
Get used to yourself.
She lay on the hospital bed and cried loudly, and the visiting doctor happened to come in and asked: "Why are you crying? The patient is recovering well."
Ma Ling wiped her tears and said, "Doctor, save my dad."
The doctor said: "The operation has been performed and it was very successful. It was just a shot. People who removed the stomach were fine."
Ma Ling pulled the doctor out of the ward, took out the medical certificate, and said with sobs, "My dad... is in the advanced stage."
The doctor took it, took a quick look, and pushed up his glasses: "That's not right. No signs of tumor were found during the surgery. Could it be a misdiagnosis?"
"Misdiagnosis..." Ma Lingshi transformed.
"I'm not completely sure it was a misdiagnosis now. Your father's chronic gastritis is quite serious. Let's go back and do a biopsy to reassure the patient and his family." Ma Ling basically didn't hear what the doctor said, and he was overjoyed and sad.
, she was so sad and happy that her brain was short-circuited.