Chapter 301 Chang Jun’s revenge must be avenged (please subscribe)
When Lu Weidong learned that Feng Changjun was injured and hospitalized just before dawn, his heart sank and he immediately rushed to Tongren Hospital.
Seeing Wei Qingshan pacing anxiously back and forth at the door of the operating room, Lu Weidong frowned even more.
When Wei Qingshan saw Lu Weidong coming, he immediately came up to him and said: "The bullet landed next to the lung! It's thrilling!"
After Lu Weidong heard this, a stone fell from his heart. He took a long breath and frowned: "What's going on? We were ambushed? Is it the killer Dr. He?"
"Yes! According to on-site reconnaissance, the enemy is Dr. He. Moreover, he has a gun in his hand." Wei Qingshan frowned and said in a deep voice.
"Is there a gun?" Lu Weidong's face became serious, and he slowly said: "Can you find it this time?"
"The hunt is on! Large-scale investigation! Not long after this case happened, the police dogs will definitely find where Dr. He stayed." Wei Qingshan said.
After Lu Weidong heard this, he knew that Wei Qingshan was trying to comfort him, but he was not completely sure.
Through the operating room glass, Lu Weidong saw Feng Changjun's face that was pale due to excessive blood loss.
Perhaps because of the anesthesia, his face was very calm.
However, the eyelids may be trembling subconsciously due to the surgery being performed.
At this moment, Feng Changjun no longer had the usual high-spiritedness and toughness of a big man, and no longer had the aura of a tough guy.
He is completely a weak big boy, lying there quietly!
He was motionless, he was at the mercy of others, it seemed as if he could never sleep, he seemed to have left this world.
Past events began to flash through Lu Weidong's mind, and each picture carried the joy and troubles of the two of them when they were young.
Together we have experienced the innocence of children, the restlessness of adolescence, and the transformation of adolescence and youth...
Life! How many people have we played with, fought with, never given up, never left?
Men's friendship is very simple! Never leave, always the same, what remains unchanged is the true love! That eagerness!......
At this time, Lu Weidong's heart was trembling slightly. He held the iron pillars of the door tightly with his palms, and his face was as gloomy as water.
Maybe, he should get involved.
Lu Weidong thought so in his heart.
At this time, Wei Qingshan walked next to Lu Weidong and said softly: "We may have underestimated the enemy. This time, we have to take it seriously."
Lu Weidong slowly turned around, looked at Wei Qingshan and said: "Chang Jun's revenge must be avenged!"
Seeing Lu Weidong's seriousness, Wei Qingshan nodded and said: "Understood! If you catch Dr. He, you will definitely be shot. Comrade Lu Weidong, I ask you to help me." Finally, Wei Qingshan said seriously.
Lu Weidong nodded, "Let's go! Go to the scene."......
"I have dispatched all the comrades on the public security front in 49 cities to assist. There are 20 search teams in the DC area alone."
"In addition, soldiers have been dispatched to investigate and intercept at railway stations, bus stations, cargo stations, and various important road intersections."
"All compounds and neighborhood committees have begun to take action to comprehensively investigate clues about enemy agents."
Inside the green jeep, Wei Qingshan introduced all his arrangements.
When Lu Weidong heard these words, his eyes fell on the DC district map and narrowed his eyes.
Wei Qingshan knew that Lu Weidong was thinking about the case, so after he finished the introduction, he sat down opposite Lu Weidong.
In front are two intelligence officers guarding the radio station. While they are paying attention to the situation on the front line, they are secretly sizing up Lu Weidong.
Seeing that Lu Weidong was so neglectful of Wei Qingshan, the two of them looked at each other.
However, Wei Qingshan said nothing, and the two of them did not dare to speak. They both looked at Lu Weidong secretly.
The atmosphere inside the car was quiet, except for the beeping sound of the car engine that surrounded everyone's ears.
After a while, Wei Qingshan saw that Lu Weidong was still staring at the map and remained silent. He couldn't bear his temper. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and was about to light it up and smoke it.
However, Wei Qingshan thought of something, and he finally put the cigarette to his ear.
He waited patiently.
The two intelligence officers in charge of the radio station were secretly surprised when they saw this scene.
Regarding Lu Weidong, the two of them were even more surprised.
Just as the atmosphere inside the car became more and more depressing, the jeep suddenly stopped.
There is a crossroads ahead, and there is a red light in front of you.
Wei Qingshan raised his head and glanced, then withdrew his gaze.
He found that Lu Weidong's eyes had also left the desktop map, and instead looked into the distance.
His gaze is profound, as if he can see through the void and see through illusion.
After the red light, the green light turns on.
The car crossed the intersection and continued to drive slowly forward.
At this time, Lu Weidong withdrew his gaze and said to Wei Qingshan: "How far do you think a person can go back and forth in one night?"
Wei Qingshan was startled, and then a flash of lightning flashed through his mind. He stood up suddenly and said in shock: "I understand! The person named He will not be too far away from the crime scene. He only has seven or eight hours at most to return to his lair.
He just hides and walks within this range."
After saying that, Wei Qingshan looked excited, and he looked at Lu Weidong with admiration.
A word that wakes up the dreamer!
This Lu Weidong is so awesome!
The two radio intelligence officers in front also opened their eyes wide and began to think.
"So! I estimate that the person named He is in this area!" Lu Weidong drew a circle at the spot where the pattern was found, and then put down his pencil.
Wei Qingshan came up and took a closer look, then turned around and immediately ordered two intelligence officers from the radio station to issue orders to all the teams in Forty-Nine City.
After the order was issued, Wei Qingshan ordered to return and head towards the DC area...
Three days passed in a flash, and there was a canal and an underground ditch exit.
Not far away, where the high platform connects to the water, there is a large, worn-out canvas awning hanging.
The canvas tent seemed to have been blown by the strong wind, and was caught by the iron pillars on the wall platform, and then fell below, covering this place.
At first glance, this situation seems very common, and canal veterans in the past are accustomed to it.
It is for this reason that Dr. He hid there for three days without incident.
He lay in the canoe for three whole days. It can be said that the big canvas tent saved his life.
His body gradually gained strength and his back stopped bleeding.
However, because three gunshots hit his back, he lost too much blood and was extremely weak.
In the past three days, he had already finished eating the food he had collected. Now, he was hungry and thirsty, and felt that the physical strength he had recovered not long ago was slowly disappearing.
The sun sets over the mountain, illuminating half of the sky with its bright red light.
Above the water surface, there are sparkling microwaves and golden light, as if there is gold shining under the water surface.
In the distance, there are ships carrying goods slowly passing by. The figures on the ships are so leisurely, so free, so relaxed. It makes Dr. He feel envious in his heart.
How great it would be if he were a figure on this ship!
Unlike him now, he has nowhere to go! He is in constant panic all day long!
Perhaps, twenty years ago, when he joined the military, his fate was already determined.
He was just much luckier than others and lived many more years!
And now, maybe it’s time to end.
Just like the sunset slowly ended, his brilliance was no longer there, and his past stories were submerged under the water.
And he was like a dead fish, eventually crushed by the torrent of history.