The road outside Hot Spring Town is being widened and renovated. The road is full of potholes and dust. The advantages of the Mini Coolpad's compact body cannot be used at all. The 1.6-liter engine is even more difficult to compete with the powerful power of the Land Cruiser 4.6 displacement and 310 horsepower.
Pengpeng stepped on the accelerator as hard as he could, racing forward as hard as he could, but still couldn't close the distance.
Song Shuang was still calling her father's cell phone. She was frightened and her hands were shaking. Ling Zijie was calmer than the two girls. He took out his cell phone and dialed 110: "Police, we are being chased. In...
where?"
"I don't know!" Song Shuang screamed.
"On some kind of road outside Hot Spring Town!" Pengpeng replied. She was in a hurry and couldn't figure out the specific location.
Ling Zijie, an outsider, was even more confused about the situation. Just as he was trying to see if there were any obvious landmarks outside, the Land Cruiser had already caught up with him. The tall off-road vehicle squeezed the Mini Coolpad to the side of the road, causing a collision between the two cars.
There was a long string of sparks, and a gnarled head wearing sunglasses poked out from the passenger seat of the off-road vehicle, holding a shotgun with a sawed-off barrel.
Zhu Pengpeng screamed in fright and covered his face. The out-of-control Mini Coolpad hit a mound and rolled forward for more than ten meters before stopping. The three people were trapped in the car. Pengpeng was full of
With blood on his face, Song Shuang, who was sitting in the back seat, dropped his cell phone and tried to open the door, but it couldn't be opened. When he looked back, he saw that the off-road vehicle had stopped and four people got out of the car and came over carrying knives, guns and axes.
Ling Zijie unbuckled his seat belt, but the buckle was stuck and could not be untied. His cell phone fell beside him, and the 110 operator asked from the phone: "Hey, what's going on? Are you still there?"
There was a loud noise. The man in sunglasses swung an iron rod and smashed the mini car window. Glass flew and broken jade was scattered everywhere. Song Shuang screamed and gasped for air. Instead, it aroused the bestiality of the men, and he pulled the car in twos and twos.
The window was smashed, the car door was opened, and he was about to drag the person out, when suddenly a white Fukang speeded by. The speed was so fast that people had no time to dodge. A big man was caught off guard and was hit and flew more than ten meters away.
Fukang stood in front of him and stopped suddenly. Liu Handong jumped down with a steel pipe in hand and stepped forward. The leader raised the shotgun with one hand. Before he could pull the trigger, a sharp sound of breaking through the air came and his wrist was broken.
, the shotgun fell to the ground.
The man was fierce. He held back the huge pain and rushed towards Liu Handong, knocking him back a few steps. The other man took advantage of the situation and stabbed him with a dagger. Liu Handong tilted his body, and with a pop, the dagger was piercing his shoulder muscle.
inside.
Liu Handong stretched his hand back and pulled out the bloody dagger. He stabbed the man behind him in the abdomen with the knife. When he turned around, a sap hit him on the head. Liu Handong staggered but did not fall.
, blood was flowing from the top of his head, and his face was red. He walked over with eyes wide open, holding the steel pipe in his hand, and shouted sternly: "Come on! Come on!"
The murderer was intimidated by his life-threatening aura, backed away, hurriedly dragged his injured accomplice, climbed onto the Land Cruiser and drove away, forgetting to pick up the gun that fell on the ground.
Liu Handong touched his head. Fortunately, his head was hard enough, but a big hole was opened, and blood spurted out. He walked to the Mini, opened the car door forcefully, and rescued Pengpeng first. She
Although his face was covered in blood, his injuries were not serious.
Ling Zijie also climbed out. He took all the photos of this scene with his mobile phone, and he is still holding up his mobile phone to shoot. This is extremely rare first-hand material.
Looking at Song Shuang again, he looked very uncomfortable lying in the car. His face was pale, his head was covered with sweat, and his limbs were twitching.
"Does Song Shuang have epilepsy?" Ling Zijie asked hurriedly.
"I don't know!" Pengpeng was shocked.
"Isn't this epilepsy? Is there a plastic bag?" Liu Handong asked as he glanced around the car. There happened to be a large Carrefour shopping bag filled with snacks. He grabbed it, poured out the contents, and put the bag on Song Shuang's head.
"What are you doing! Do you want to suffocate her to death?" Pengpeng asked.
"She's hyperventilating." Liu Handong said. Seeing that Pengpeng didn't understand, he explained again: "It's caused by rapid breathing due to nervousness, low carbon dioxide concentration, and respiratory alkalosis."
Song Shuang put a plastic bag on his head and breathed in some of the carbon dioxide he exhaled. He gradually returned to normal and his hands and feet no longer twitched.
Liu Handong took off the bag and saw that Ling Zijie was still filming, so he said: "Don't take pictures of me, I'm just passing by." After that, he got into Fukang and drove away.
"Hey, you're still bleeding, go to the hospital and get a bandage." Pengpeng shouted.
Fukang drove away in a flash.
Ling Zijie helped Song Shuang sit up. It was so thrilling just now. If someone hadn't drawn a sword to help, all three of them would have died here.
Pengpeng picked up the mobile phone from the car and called Zhu Huabiao. When the call was connected, he burst into tears without saying anything. He cried so miserably that it frightened Captain Zhu into panic and lost it in the traffic police command center.
Status: "Pengpeng, what's wrong! Where are you!"
Just after the meeting, Song Jianfeng returned to the office and heard a missed call tone in the drawer. When he took it out, he saw eight missed calls, all from his daughter.
I called back immediately and someone answered, but there was a wailing sound on the receiver, and the voice was not my daughter's.
"Shuang'er, are you there?" Song Jiangfeng realized that something was wrong.
"Dad, I'm still alive." Song Shuang's voice came, seemingly calm, but soon choked up, "Dad, save me, someone wants to kill me!"
Song Jianfeng slapped the table and stood up. He was so angry that someone actually wanted to kill his daughter!
Secretary Shen Hongyi heard the voice and walked in, casting a searching look over him.
Song Jianfeng said: "Shuang'er, calm down. As for your specific location, dad will send someone there right away."
Secretary Shen immediately picked up paper and pen to prepare notes.
Song Shuang said: "We are on a road outside Hot Spring Town. We are building a road. There are a lot of building materials. There is a bridge nearby called Bali Bridge."
Secretary Shen quickly drew a map on the paper: "Baliqiao, Wenquan Town, is 52 kilometers away from the river section of the provincial highway. The nearest police station is Wenquan Town Police Station. You can reach the scene in eight minutes."
"Inform them to dispatch the police immediately and prepare the car. I will go there in person." Song Jianfeng still held the mobile phone: "Shuang'er, don't hang up the phone, keep talking. Are you injured?"
"I'm fine, Pengpeng's face is covered in blood."
"Call an ambulance." Song Jianfeng turned around and said.
Shen Hongyi nodded, holding a digital intercom: "Command center, coordinate with the nearest hospital and send an ambulance there."
Downstairs of the Provincial Hall, a black Audi was ready to go. In front of it was a black Mercedes-Benz van with the license plate of the Provincial Party Committee Security Bureau Armed Police. There was a row of red and blue police lights on the roof. A shrill siren sounded. Song Jianfeng got into the car.
The Audi immediately started to move. Traffic control was implemented at the gate of the Provincial Department. All vehicles were prohibited from passing. The traffic police were commanding with gestures, and they were not allowed to pass until the Song Department's special car passed by.
At the same time, emergency mobilization was also taking place in the traffic police compound. Zhu Huabiao hurriedly went downstairs, followed by a dozen white-hatted traffic policemen with bars and flowers on their shoulders. They each got on their vehicles. A dozen police motorcycles turned on their lights and pulled up.
The siren sounded to clear the way, and eight police cars filed out from behind.
The first ones to arrive at the scene were the police officers from the Wenquan Town Police Station. Two police officers and two assisting police officers happened to have met at the police station just now. They knew that these three young men were coming to the Shuidu Hotel to investigate something.
Yes, it's reasonable to be unlucky. Whatever the background of Shuidu Hotel, is it something they can afford to offend?
The police officers were gloating about the misfortune, but they still performed their duties and took out the first-aid kit to help Pengpeng bandage his wounds. After a short time, the ambulance from the town hospital also arrived. They wanted to put the injured person into the car, but the three people refused to leave.
"We have to protect the scene and nothing is allowed to be moved," Song Shuang said.
The police scoffed and even protected the scene. It was just a traffic accident, a fight outside, and no one was killed. It was a poor scene to protect.
"We will protect the scene. Let's go back to the station to take notes first," the policeman said.
Suddenly Pengpeng said sharply: "Don't go! You are with the bad guys!"
The policeman's face darkened: "How did you say that?"
Song Shuang stretched out the phone: "Ask your leader to talk to you."
The policeman answered the phone and asked carelessly: "Where are you?"
"I am Song Jianfeng!"
"Which Song Jianfeng?" The policeman didn't come back to his senses.
In the speeding Audi, a livid-faced Song Jianfeng handed his cell phone to Shen Hongyi: "Tell him."
Shen Hongyi answered the phone: "Hello, I am Shen Hongyi, secretary to Director Song of the Provincial Public Security Department. Are you a police officer from the Wenquan Town Police Station? Has the ambulance coordinated by the command center arrived? The scene must be protected, and no one is allowed to do so.
Riot, this is a very serious criminal case, we will be there soon."
The policeman was so sweaty that he heard the unique siren sound of the driveway on his mobile phone. This is not the way to make a joke. Who dares to impersonate a provincial department leader without any problem? Ninety percent of it is true.
"Okay, give the phone to Director Song's daughter." Shen Hongyi said.
The policemen suddenly realized that this girl was the director's daughter. No wonder. They were so afraid that they returned the phone with both hands and ordered the police to protect the scene and maintain order. No other people were allowed to approach.
In less than three minutes, the director and instructor of the Wenquan Town Police Station arrived. They had already learned that something had happened to the director’s daughter in their own jurisdiction. When they arrived at the scene, the director was filled with regret. The person who had been involved in a car accident and robbery turned out to be...
They are the three people who just came to the office and asked to coordinate the review of the surveillance video of Shuidu Hotel.
This matter is probably related to the Shuidu Hotel. Looking deeper, I can't escape the relationship. This police uniform has been worn to the end.
Fifteen minutes later, the traffic police team arrived at the scene first and took over without explanation. They said it was a road accident and it was under the supervision of the police. The police station chief did not dare to say anything. Zhu Huabiao was wearing a white shirt and had two police flowers on his shoulders.
, he is a division-level leader, and his official rank is much higher than his own.
Immediately afterwards, the leaders of the provincial department also arrived. The Audi car door opened and Song Jianfeng got out of the car. His face was ugly. Zhu Huabiao approached him and said, "Song, I'm so lucky. He's okay."
Song Jianfeng nodded and asked the three people in the car accident to be put into the ambulance without saying hello to his daughter. At this moment, he was not a father, but a policeman.
The scene was very tragic. The Mini Coolpad rolled over, the car windows were smashed, and the windshield was smashed with cracks. The ground was covered with blood, and a shotgun and two steel pipes were thrown away.
"Ting Song, do you want to handle it according to the procedures for anti-terrorism cases?" Secretary Shen said softly.
Song Jianfeng's face was expressionless: "No, leave it to the Second Division for investigation. This is for me!"