In the office, Chen Shu, who was originally frowning, was listening intently. He stretched his neck and asked Xu Mingliang: "Brother Xu, what happened next? Your apprentice doesn't know how to..."
Xu Mingliang shook his head with a wry smile, and said with tears: "He is not dead, but most of his hands are disabled. Alas, he is only in his twenties, and he is not married yet... I am too selfish. In order to be able to
He was successfully promoted to another position at the end of the year, so I rushed him and let him... I didn't even think about how a young guy like him could not have any ideas. He must have no idea..."
As he spoke, there was a hint of choking and deep guilt in his tone.
After so many years, he was still blaming the irresponsible self in his heart. Perhaps, after his apprentice's accident, Xu Mingliang's own heart also collapsed.
So he finally chose to escape and retreated from being the only EOD operator in the famous municipal bureau detachment to an ordinary patrol squadron leader in the district and county brigade.
For those who have the ability, lying flat is actually a kind of pain.
The original EOD man who was responsible for his role was now reduced to a nobody in the brigade. Perhaps for Xu Mingliang, this was a kind of spiritual self-salvation.
This accident will probably follow Brother Xu for his whole life. He must have felt uncomfortable for so many years, so he escaped here... Chen Shu leaned back on the chair and looked up at the ceiling.
After a while, Xu Mingliang's voice was heard slowly: "In this case, it is the luckiest thing for us that Chen Chuan is fine. In comparison, you don't have to worry too much about whether Lao A dies or not.
. He is a murderer, and he attacked the police with a gun. If we catch him and send him to prison, he will be sentenced to death..."
Chen Shu just looked at the ceiling and said "hmm" casually without any special reaction.
Xu Mingliang scratched his nose and felt that his comfort level was not good enough, so he summed up the matter hastily.
"Chen Shu, since Lao A dares to use a gun and fire at the police, he must be prepared to be beaten to death by the police."
Chen Shu, who was leaning on the chair, slowly raised his legs and put them on the desk, put his two arms on the armrests of the office chair and rubbed them gently, murmuring:
"Since our police can shoot and kill criminals, we must also be prepared to be killed by them."
The office suddenly became quiet.
...
In the dead of night, Chen Shu sat alone in the office, recalling the arrests during the day, and wrote a "Catchment Process." This is the basic process of handling a case, and Chen Shu, who has worked in the police station for many years, is very proficient in it.
, I finished it in a few minutes.
After completing the "Capture Process", Chen Shu also had to write a report on the shooting, starting from the surrounding environment and the situation of the personnel at the time, including but not limited to the ballistics, impact, necessity and consequences of the shooting.
Be clear.
If the fired bullet is lost or cannot be found, you have to add information about the reason why the bullet cannot be found. The procedure is more complicated, and the situation is completely different from decades ago when police could carry guns at will and shoot.
Chen Shu graduated from the police academy and joined the police a few years after Country H strictly controlled and standardized the use of police firearms. Therefore, in the seven or eight years since he started working, under the general environment, the police, let alone shooting, this gadget is
I don't want to take it with me.
Unless faced with an extremely dangerous situation, generally one will not use a gun. But how to determine the degree of "extreme danger", no one can say, including the police officer involved who fired under the circumstances.
Because the internal inspection department with indicators and the external public opinion that speculates on hot topics may not accept your point of view.
Chen Shu, who was sitting on his desk, typed on the keyboard for a long time and then stopped for a long time. When he was not satisfied, he had to keep pressing the "delete key" to delete a large section.
In addition to the actual actions taken by the police, the work of writing materials is also tedious, and the two are divided in half.
This was repeated until dawn, and then the enter key was pressed hard to complete the report.
Chen Shu closed the computer, raised his arms and massaged his numb neck a few times. He was exhausted both physically and mentally, but he still didn't feel sleepy.
He simply got up and walked to the window, opened it, and let the cold morning breeze flow into the house to blow away his fatigue.
The coldness reminded Chen Shu of the scene before Lao A's death.
It was also very cold at that time, but his eyes that gradually became saddened only by his attachment to his family.
.......
The next day.
After a sleepless night, after his shift ended at 8:30, Chen Shu met with Xie Chi, the deputy instructor who came over to hand over, and stuffed the "Capture Process" and "Shooting Report" from last night's operation.
He didn't even eat breakfast and drove his black Volkswagen Golf straight to Yong'an County.
Last night, he checked Lao A's file through the public security intranet and obtained the information and current addresses of his wife and daughter, which is in Yong'an County, north of Zhengming District.
According to the Regulations on the Use of Police Equipment and Weapons by the Police, when encountering violent crimes, the police can shoot directly without warning.m
Legally speaking, Chen Shu's shooting at that time is defensible. But after he learned that Chen Chuan, who was shot by Lao A, was not in danger, he thought of his decisive and anger-driven killing behavior.
There were a few ripples in my heart.
Lao A may deserve to die, but his family should not have to endure such pain.
Ordinarily, the follow-up treatment after the shooting did not require the involvement of the police involved, but Chen Shu had a knot in his heart since then. Whether you call the Holy Mother Biao or a hypocrite, that's what he is.
After driving north for more than an hour, he arrived at his destination. Chen Shu parked the car in a remote corner of the village, and then walked to where Old A's wife and daughter lived.
Standing in this two-story farmer's self-built house, Chen Shu hesitated. He didn't know how to introduce himself.
"Is your husband legally shot to death by me?"
"Your father was shot dead on the spot by me because he carried the murder case and attacked the police with a gun?"
"I acted in compliance with the law."
"..."
Chen Shu could not imagine such a cruel scene, and he felt ashamed of Lao A's wife and daughter.
But he came today with a purpose.
That was the informant that Old A mentioned before he died that night, that is, Little B. They still owed him one million clean money.
With a "squeak" sound, the iron door on the first floor was opened from the inside, and a woman in her late forties, plainly dressed, walked out of the house in small steps with her head lowered and carrying a red bucket.
She looked very tired.
When he walked out of the door, he bumped into Chen Shu standing outside the house and asked doubtfully: "Who are you looking for?"
This caught Chen Shu off guard. He wanted to tell him frankly, but the words were stuck in his mouth and he couldn't spit them out.
The scene is a bit embarrassing.
Seeing the woman's brows frowning more and more, her eyes gradually revealed vigilance.
"Old A asked me to pass on a message to you." Chen Shu took a half step back, looked sideways and did not dare to look at him, and said hurriedly, "A few people who followed him in the early years, named Little B, are still here.
I owe him one million, saying it is clean money, so you just go to them and ask for it. After you get the money, you will share half of it with a mother named Xiao Ming."
After saying that, he took two steps forward, threw a common white note into the empty bucket carried by the woman, and ran away without looking back.
A small head with a ponytail poked out from the south-facing window on the second floor and shouted to the woman standing downstairs:
"Mom, who was that person just now?"
Ever since her husband's accident, the woman who had been supporting her husband and a small family suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, took out the small note from the bucket with her left hand, looked at the string of mobile phone numbers written on it, and recalled
The man just now was undisguisedly nervous and murmured: