Liu Handong felt a pain in his lower abdomen. It felt like he was hit hard by a street gangster with a billiard cue when he was in junior high school. At this moment, he knew that he had been shot.
The man driving the car panicked and did not continue shooting. Instead, he shifted into reverse gear and left in a hurry. Liu Handong endured the severe pain and pulled out the Type 77 pistol. The gun was not loaded. He knew that this kind of gun could be pulled with one hand and the trigger guard could be used.
The ring was loaded in order to increase the efficiency in actual combat and gain the upper hand. However, after buckling it down, I felt the rebound of the ring was so strong that it hurt my hands. I fired continuously, bang bang bang, and the bullet hit the car.
Because the bullet's power was too small, it probably only hit the fan. The car's movement was not affected, and it fled away screaming.
The comrades rushed out of the factory and shot at the car with their automatic rifles. However, the distance was already far away and they missed the key position. The car swung in the open and swung to the right direction, increased its horsepower and fled.
Because the car was not parked nearby, my colleagues could not pursue it and could only retract their guns. Geng Zhi came over to check on Liu Handong and saw him sitting on the ground with his back leaning against a telephone pole. There was a bullet embedded in the semicircular hem of his body armor.
A pistol bullet had turned into a mushroom shape, with green smoke curling up, and the bullet was halfway sunken. If this bulletproof vest had not been of a higher standard, Liu Handong would have been seriously injured.
"Thunder Hand, how are you?" Xiao Fang stepped forward to help Liu Handong.
"Don't touch him, take it easy first." Gengzhi stopped Xiao Fang.
The bullet penetrated the car door and then hit the body armor. The kinetic energy was consumed a lot, but it was still extremely powerful. The lower abdomen is the softest part of the human body, with the intestines inside, which could not withstand a heavy blow. Liu Handong looked ugly and turned around to vomit.
I got up, vomited a few times before I felt comfortable, took off my body armor, and slowly stood up.
"I've written down the car number. It's Jiang Cwz235. It's an old Buick Regal. There's a bullet hole in the right door. He's about thirty years old. He wears glasses, a blue vertical striped shirt, his head is split in 37, and he has a popular face."
Liu Handong said slowly. After Geng Zhi listened, he immediately asked colleagues from Pingchuan for assistance. The city seized this Buick Regal and asked the local public security organs to be more vigilant. This is a vicious drug dealer!
Fang Zheng wanted to help Liu Handong, but he refused: "It's a big deal, and I didn't hit you." He carried the body armor and walked back, found a place to sit down, dug out the mushroom warhead from the body armor, and took out yesterday's
The grenade safety pin was on, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"I just arrived at the Anti-Narcotics Brigade less than a day ago and I received two gifts. How about it? Are you happy?" Xiao Fang sat over and handed him a cigarette.
"It's so exciting." Liu Handong said that he has also been on the battlefield and has experienced the test of life and death, but he is still a little unaccustomed to the life of an anti-drug police officer who walks on the line of death all day long.
Fang Zheng took a puff of cigarette and said leisurely: "Actually, I also encountered a grenade. It was Captain Geng who saved me. He kicked me away and threw himself on the smoking grenade..."
"Why are you still jumping around now?" Liu Handong was puzzled.
"That's a dumb bomb. It's from World War II. It's useless." Fang Zheng patted Liu Handong's shoulder, "Thunderbolt Runner, relax. The more fearless you are about death, the more bullets will circle around you. You deserve your misfortune."
, a case we are working on is reaching the sprint stage. We have been very busy recently, and we don’t usually have gun battles every day.”
In the distance, there was a dispute between the Geng Brigade and the police from the local anti-narcotics squadron. It was probably about jurisdictional issues. The Geng Brigade wanted to take away the criminals and the evidence. The local police said that they had been watching this place for a long time and were determined not to let them go.
"Okay, I'll ask the leader of the Anti-Narcotics Corps to say hello to your leader." Geng Zhi picked up the phone, but made several calls to no avail because it was not yet business hours and there was no senior leader available for coordination.
Coordination takes time, so Gengzhi left the guards behind and let the brothers go into the city to eat.
The private industrial park was very depressed. There was no place selling breakfast within a few kilometers. Fang Zheng took Liu Handong and a few guys and drove around the area. They found a stall selling steamed buns and spicy soup, so they stopped to eat and ordered a few kilograms of steamed buns.
Each person had a bowl of soup. Liu Handong looked around. This was the suburb of Pingchuan. It was still early and not many shops were open on the street. Opposite was a school with the sign of Pingchuan No. 1 Senior High School.
Hey, isn't Huanxi from this school? It is said that Pingchuan No. 1 Middle School is the cradle of students from the Northern Qing Dynasty. Students from poor areas know how to study hard. The admission rate is higher than that of famous high schools in the provincial capital. Basically, nine
Adult students can go to college, and every year there are several good prospects admitted to Beiqing University. However, I have never heard of these students achieving any great achievements after graduation. I guess they have exhausted their inspiration and imagination by studying too hard.
Breakfast is spread out downstairs in a hotel. This hotel is for the parents of students accompanying them to school. The school atmosphere of Pingchuan No. 1 Middle School is very strict, and there are almost no cases of students falling in love. It is not like the hotels near other schools.
The hotel is actually a cheap hotel for students.
The hotel is open 24 hours a day. At this time, two people came out. Liu Handong couldn't help but stand up: "Sister Mei, Huanxi."
What a coincidence. Sister Mei and Huanxi are staying in this hotel. They must have gone to Pingchuan No. 1 Middle School to do business. They didn't have time last night and stayed the night. They got up early to have dinner and go to school to do business.
"Oh Dadong, why are you here too?" Sister Mei was filled with joy when she saw Liu Handong, while Huanxi just stood quietly aside.
Liu Handong invited them to sit down and ordered two more portions of steamed buns and spicy soup. Fang Zheng didn't say anything and only focused on eating by himself. He was a criminal police officer, so how could Sister Mei hide her dirty demeanor from him? To avoid embarrassment, it was better not to ask.
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Liu Handong did not have these concerns. When he asked about Huanxi's student status, Sister Mei immediately became angry: "The teachers now are really incomparable with me at that time. They only have money in their eyes. If we don't provide them with money, we won't give them school status."
, saying that they are afraid that previous students will affect their admission rate."
"Previous students don't count in the admission rate, only fresh graduates are counted." Fang Zheng interjected.
Sister Mei said: "I don't know what's going on. Anyway, the teacher has also been looking for it, the dean has been looking for it, and the principal has also been looking for it, but they just won't do anything. I don't know that these sanctimonious people who are just trying to be teachers are just trying to take advantage."
Hey, if you give money or others, you are just like an animal!"
Huanxi bit her lip and lowered her head.
"The college entrance examination is only half a month away. What if we don't apply for school registration? It will waste a year. I will go find them!" Liu Handong slammed the table, and the plates and bowls were shaking.
"I think it's okay. You can wear a police uniform and it will give you face." In Sister Mei's heart, the police are the biggest, and no matter who they are in society, they must give the police face.
Liu Handong didn't say anything. After all, he was still on a mission. How could he run out privately? He was unorganized and undisciplined.
Fang Zheng picked up his cell phone and called Captain Geng: "Geng Da, Ben Lei Shou has something to do. Can you give him a morning off? Well, okay, I understand."
He hung up the phone and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll take the whole morning off for you and hurry up and get things done."
Liu Handong looked left and right, coughed dryly and said: "I'll give you the guy, it's inconvenient for me to carry it with me."
He was referring to the accompanying gun, the Type 77.
"It's okay, just take it with you and don't lose it." Fang Zheng finished eating, took the takeaway buns and got into the car and left.
At seven o'clock, the morning self-study bell rang in Pingchuan No. 1 Middle School. The three of them had breakfast and went to the school to apply for Huanxi's enrollment again. The gate of the key middle school was not so easy to enter. There were two security guards standing at the door, and a very responsible person.
grandfather.
Liu Handong's police uniform worked really well. Both the uncle and the security guard were polite to him. After a simple registration, he entered the school. He studied at Huanxi High School here. He was familiar with the roads. He took them to the office of the third grade group and found himself.
Former head teacher.
This was a fat, middle-aged woman wearing myopic glasses. Her attitude was very unenthusiastic and she refused: "The teacher has nothing to do with this. Go to the Academic Affairs Department."
So he went to the Academic Affairs Office to find the leader. On the way, Liu Handong asked Huanxi: "Girl, your teacher doesn't seem to like you."
Huanxi said: "My family is too poor..."
"What does it matter whether you are poor or not? Don't teachers like good grades?" Liu Handong asked curiously.
"I failed the exam last year, which delayed the school's admission rate."
"Oh, that's possible."
Arriving at the Academic Affairs Office, a middle-aged teacher with a Chinese character face was preparing to go out. His shirt was white, his trousers were straight, and he was wearing a tie.
"Director Wang, we are here again. I have to trouble you about Lan Huanxi's student status." Sister Mei stepped forward to stop this person.
"I said, it's not easy to handle. The school has its own policies. Besides, when is this happening? Registration has closed. There's nothing we can do. I have to go to the Education Bureau for a meeting. If you have anything to do, you can find someone else." Director Wang looked at it.
He looked at his phone and left in a hurry.
"Wait, if you need any conditions, just ask." Liu Handong stopped him.
Director Wang looked at Liu Handong: "Which unit are you from?"
"Omi Detective." Liu Handong reported his unit proudly.
Director Wang obviously had no interest in the police in Omi. If it were the police in Hirakawa, he might still be able to take advantage of it. He shook his head and said: "It's not that there are no conditions, it's that the policy doesn't allow it. The policy is set by the school. If you have any opinions, just ask them."
Go to the principal."
After saying that, he continued to go downstairs. Liu Handong was at a loss what to do. Could he draw a gun and threaten Director Wang?
A thin male teacher passed by, adjusted his glasses and said, "Isn't this the sister of classmate Lan Huansha?"
Huanxi's younger brother is in the first year of high school this year and is also in Pingchuan No. 1 Middle School. His academic performance is very good. The teachers are all impressed by him. Because the siblings are in the same school, the teachers have some impressions of the siblings.
As if she had grasped a life-saving straw, Sister Mei grabbed the teacher and asked for help. The teacher shook his head and said: "I can't help. The academic affairs office is responsible for the student status. I can still talk to the senior year group."
I'm a freshman in high school, so I can't get up there."
Sister Mei asked: "What is the policy that prevents former students from taking the exam?"
The teacher said: "Of course former students can take the college entrance examination, but Pingchuan No. 1 Middle School attaches great importance to the admission rate. Fresh graduates can't take care of it, so how can they have the energy to take care of the previous ones."
Sister Mei said: "Ni'er studies very well. She will definitely pass the key exams. She will not embarrass the school, but she will also give face to No. 1 Middle School."
The teacher said: "The most indispensable thing in No. 1 Middle School is good students. Besides, previous students do not account for the admission rate. It will be useless for her to get into Harvard and Oxford."
Sister Mei almost burst into tears: "Nier has studied hard for a year, and she can't waste her time."
The teacher said: "Why are you in a hurry? You don't have to have a student status to take the college entrance examination. Anyone with the same academic ability can sign up. Even if you are eighty years old, you can take the exam as long as you are willing."