A Type 53 7.62mm flanged steel core bullet rotated at high speed and shot through the space between the boy's waving arms. It hit Mr. Long's neck with such huge energy that it broke his cervical vertebrae on the spot. His body was rapidly incapacitated even though he was holding explosives in his hand.
The fuse could not be detonated.
The sound of gunfire was an order for Song Jianfeng to hold a walkie-talkie and shout: "Attack!"
The SWAT commandos ambushing on both sides of the kindergarten gate immediately rushed in. Their movements were extremely fast and their tactics were extremely skillful. The all-black SWAT combat uniforms, black masks, and 79 micro-chargers equipped with tactical flashlights gave the onlookers a sense of immersion.
The feeling of border counter-terrorism.
A moment later, a SWAT team member appeared at the window. One team member stretched out his hand and made a gesture to indicate that everything was going well. The intercom also sent a report from the commando team leader: "Report that the criminals were killed on the spot and two hostages were injured. There is no danger of being appointed at the moment!"
Director Song finally felt relieved, and Hu Rong also breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, Li Wan woke up and shouted loudly: "Where is my son!"
"The criminal has been killed and the hostage is fine." Hu Rong comforted him.
"Who fired the shot? Well done!" Director Song said with sincere admiration, looking back to the rooftop of the residential building opposite the kindergarten. Li Wan and Hu Rong also followed him and looked back.
On the rooftop of a five-story residential building, a man in casual clothes was holding a Type 85 sniper rifle. One foot was on the edge of the rooftop and he was standing majestically. There seemed to be smoke rising from the muzzle of the gun, and a group of white pigeons were above his head.
The circling and flying sunset cast a layer of orange-red halo around him.
That person was none other than Liu Ziguang.
All the participating police officers and the masses at the scene also noticed the sniper on the rooftop who was trying to turn the tide. Suddenly, a burst of thunderous applause broke out, and everyone spontaneously clapped and cheered for the hero.
"I knew he was worthy of being trained by the army!" Song Jianfeng smiled happily.
"It's him again..." Hu Rong had so many mixed feelings in her heart that it was difficult to pinpoint this person's position in her heart for a while. He was both righteous and evil, a leader of the Communist Party, and a hero. Was he black or white?
Li Wan, on the other hand, clapped and clapped along with everyone, and suddenly tears came to his eyes.
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After Liu Ziguang finished showing off on the rooftop, he came down with satisfaction and threw the sniper rifle to the second-level non-commissioned officer. The second-level non-commissioned officer said with admiration: "Chief, which unit are you from?"
"Don't ask about the confidentiality regulations if you are not supposed to know military secrets. Have you forgotten the confidentiality regulations?" Liu Ziguang raised his face and scolded the two soldiers who just said that they were unwilling to let him use the sniper rifle. Seeing the sudden change in the situation below, Liu Ziguang had no choice but to use force.
He grabbed the gun and stood on the rooftop, shooting without support and killing the enemy with one shot. His beautiful movements made the two little armed policemen admire him to death.
Liu Ziguang patted down his clothes and went downstairs. The two young armed policemen still looked shocked.
"Squad leader, he's from the SWAT team, right?"
"It's not like those cowards in the SWAT team are not as good as our marksmen."
"Then who is he?"
"I said he is the military region's most powerful ace sniper..."
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Young Master Long's body was lying sprawled on the floor of the kindergarten. His cervical vertebra was hit by a bullet, and his head flew to the side. His flesh and blood were blurred, but his face was basically recognizable. The blood from his neck sprayed all over the ceiling. The danger was not over yet. The children were evacuated by the SWAT team.
They hugged each other and quickly evacuated the scene.
The female teacher was stabbed twice in the chest and her blood flowed all over the floor, but her life was not in danger and she was carried down. Only Xiao Cheng was seriously injured. When Shao Long was shot to death, the dagger in his hand fell down and stabbed the little boy.
The child was unconscious with blood all over the floor and his face was pale.
The ambulance screamed and took away the wounded. The frightened children were also wrapped in blankets and carried to the bus to be handed over to their parents. For a while, they cried together in the bus.
Two SWAT team members from the EOD team upstairs carefully inspected the so-called detonator tied to Young Master Long's chest and found that it was nothing more than two rows of Shuanghui ham sausages tied up by the cunning Young Master Long to pretend to be a detonator.
A false alarm was raised and the battle was a success. Only three people were injured and the criminals were killed on the spot. This was basically a satisfactory answer. Song Jianfeng's career would surely become brighter as a result.
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In the ambulance, Li Wan squeezed his son's little hand tightly and burst into tears. His son was still in a coma and the wounds on his body had been bandaged. His son was his mother's heart. He was so seriously injured. How could Li Wan not be sad? Xiao Cheng was a poor person.
When the child was a little over two years old, his father died in a car accident, and the orphans and widowed mother depended on each other. If his son had another problem, Li Wan would have nothing to cling to in this world.
Two police motorcycles, with their sharp sirens blaring, cleared the road ahead. All vehicles along the intersection were stopped. The ambulance rushed all the way to the emergency department of the municipal hospital. The two wounded were quickly carried out of the vehicle and entered the emergency room.
Li Wan sat on the bench outside the emergency room with his legs weak, praying constantly that his son only had a skin injury and nothing would happen to him.
But what are you afraid of? The door of the emergency room opened with a bang and a doctor, covered in blood, rushed out, took off his mask and shouted: "Who is the parent of the child?"
Li Wan's legs were so weak that he forced himself to stand up and said, "I am the child's mother."
"Your son has a ruptured left renal artery and needs surgery now. Here is the surgery consent form. Please sign it." The doctor said hurriedly.
Li Wan signed his name on the consent form with trembling hands. The doctor entered the emergency room again and closed the door with a clang.
Li Wan sat down weakly, her eyes blurred with tears. Although she was not a medical student, she also understood the consequences of a renal artery rupture. If the operation was unsuccessful, it could range from death to death, or at least a kidney would have to be removed, and the child's future would be ruined.
There were also the family members of the female teacher on the bench in the emergency department. They were also waiting anxiously. Not long after, the door of the other emergency room opened. The nurse pushed the injured person out and said: "The wound is not deep and has been sutured. It is not life-threatening now."
Move to the ward to rest and let some family members come with you."
The group of people made sounds of joy and surrounded the injured person and went to the corridor. Only Li Wan was left in the corridor. The empty white walls made her feel particularly lonely and cold.
Suddenly the instruments in the emergency room beeped and the doctor rushed out again in a hurry and shouted: "Why hasn't the director of the blood bank responded yet? The wounded are in urgent need of rh-ab type blood. If it is not delivered, it will be too late!"
The phone rang at the nurse station. The head nurse answered the phone and replied anxiously: "The blood bank has no stock! Only the central blood bank in the provincial capital has a thousand com. "No! It takes three at the fastest to transport it here from the provincial capital.
I can't wait any longer!" The doctor anxiously pulled off his mask and was worried.
Li Wan finally collapsed on the bench. She was so busy that she forgot that her son has the rare rh Yin** blood type. This blood type is called panda blood. The ratio among the population is one in ten thousand. It is extremely rare and now the son is
If an artery ruptures without fresh blood, there will be only one result - death.
"Aren't you the mother of the child? What's your blood type?" The doctor suddenly saw Li Wan and asked her quickly.
Li Wan shook his head feebly. The child inherited it from his father, but he had ordinary AB blood type and was of no use at all.
The doctor stamped his foot: "That's troublesome."
The most painful thing is to watch one's relatives gradually die with his own eyes, but there is nothing he can do. Through the open door of the emergency room, Li Wan saw his son in the hospital bed with a pale face, a pacemaker and an oxygen tube inserted into his young life.
Disappearing bit by bit.
At this moment, she thought of her husband's death. That night three years ago, she watched her husband die in front of her eyes like this. It was so embarrassing that such a human tragedy could happen again!
This morning, my son was still so lively and cute, with a rosy face, long eyelashes, a milky voice, and a sweet voice calling for his mother. In the evening, he turned into a small, cold corpse. He could no longer call his mother, and he could no longer throw himself in his arms.
Acting coquettishly, Li Wan's eyes darkened as she thought of this, as if she had fallen into an abyss. Just a second before she passed out, a group of people walked into the door of the emergency department.
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"Mr. Li, Mr. Li." Li Wan, who was in a daze, heard someone calling him. When he opened his eyes, he saw Wei Ziqian's anxious face.
She took a long breath and choked back her grief and said, "When is it? I want to see my child for the last time."
Wei Ziqian's eyes widened and he said, "Mr. Li, what are you talking about? Xiao Cheng's surgery was very successful."
"What!" Li Wan, who was still very weak, immediately got up from the hospital bed and rushed out of the ward without putting on his shoes. When he came out, he saw that it was still the corridor of the emergency department. She rushed to the emergency room desperately and opened the door. When she saw it, she was stunned.
Stunned.
Lying on one of the two hospital beds was his son. The little guy's face had regained its rosy color, and his long eyelashes were trembling. It was obvious that he was out of danger.
Lying on the other bed was actually Liu Ziguang. There was a needle inserted in his right arm, and dark red blood was drawn directly from his body, like blood from the fountain of life, and injected into the little boy's veins drop by drop.
In an instant, Li Wan burst into tears.
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**Li is about to be conquered. Please give me some flowers.