A Type 53 7.62mm flanged steel core bullet rotated at high speed and was shot through the gap between the boy's waving arms. It hit Mr. Long's neck. The huge energy broke his cervical vertebrae on the spot, and the human body quickly became incapacitated. Even if
The fuse of the explosive was held in his hand, but it could not be detonated.
The gunshot was an order. Song Jianfeng held a walkie-talkie and shouted: "Attack!"
The SWAT commandos ambushing on both sides of the kindergarten gate immediately rushed in, with extremely fast movements and extremely skilled tactical coordination. The all-black SWAT combat uniforms and black masks, as well as the 79 micro-chargers equipped with tactical flashlights, gave the onlookers a sense of wonder.
It feels like an immersive counter-terrorism movie.
A moment later, a SWAT team member appeared at the window. One team member reached out and made a gesture to indicate that everything was going well. The intercom also transmitted a report from the commando team leader: "Report, the criminal died on the spot, two hostages were injured, and there is no danger of being appointed at the moment."
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Director Song finally felt relieved, and Hu Rong also breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, Li Wan woke up and shouted: "Where is my son!"
"The criminal has been killed and the hostages are fine." Hu Rong comforted him.
"Who fired the shot? Well done!" Director Song admired sincerely, looking back at 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, with one foot on the edge of the rooftop, standing majestically. There seemed to be smoke rising from the muzzle, and a group of
White doves were flying above his head, and the setting sun shone over him, casting an 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, there was a burst of thunderous applause. Everyone spontaneously applauded and cheered for the hero.
"I knew it was him. He is worthy of being trained by the army!" Song Jianfeng smiled happily.
"It's him again..." Hu Rong had mixed feelings in her heart. For a moment, it was difficult to pinpoint this person's position in her heart. He was both good and evil. He was both a gang leader and a hero. Is 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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On the rooftop, after Liu Ziguang finished showing off, 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?"
"Military secrets, don't ask if you shouldn't know. Have you forgotten the confidentiality regulations?" Liu Ziguang raised his face and scolded. The two soldiers just said 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
He used force and grabbed the gun directly. He stood on the rooftop and fired without any support. He killed the enemy with one shot. His beautiful movements made the two young armed policemen worship him to death.
Liu Ziguang patted his clothes and went downstairs. The two young armed policemen still looked shocked.
"Squad leader, is he from the SWAT team?"
"It's not like that, those cowards in the SWAT team are not as good as our marksmen."
"Then who is he?"
"Let me tell you, he is the military region's most powerful ace sniper..."
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Upstairs in the kindergarten, Mr. Long's body was lying stretched out. His cervical vertebra was hit by a bullet, and his head flew to the side. His flesh and blood were blurred, but his appearance was basically recognizable. The blood in his neck sprayed all over the ceiling. The danger has not been eliminated yet.
The children were evacuated urgently, and the SWAT team members hugged them both 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. She was also carried down. Only Xiao Cheng was seriously injured. When Mr. Long was shot to death, the dagger in his hand still fell.
He went down and stabbed the little boy, causing blood to flow all over the floor. The child had passed out and his face was pale.
The ambulance screamed and took away the wounded. The frightened children were also wrapped in blankets and taken to the bus to be handed over to their parents. For a while, there was a lot of crying in the bus.
Upstairs, two SWAT team members from the EOD team carefully inspected the so-called detonators tied to Young Master Long's chest, and found that they were nothing more than two rows of Shuanghui ham sausages, tied up by the cunning Young Master Long and pretending to be detonators.
After a false alarm, the alarm was lifted, and the battle was a success. Only three people were injured, and the criminal was killed on the spot. This was basically a satisfactory answer, and 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, with tears streaming down his face. 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
Don't be sad, Xiao Cheng is a poor child. His father died in a car accident when he was a little more than two years old. He is orphaned and widowed. If his son has another problem, Li Wan will have nothing to cling to in this world.
Two police motorcycles were clearing the way with sharp sirens, and all vehicles along the way were stopped. The ambulance rushed all the way to the emergency department of the municipal hospital, and the two injured people were quickly carried out of the vehicle and entered the emergency room.
Li Wan's legs were weak and he sat on a bench outside the emergency room, praying constantly, hoping that his son only had a skin injury and nothing would happen.
However, fearing nothing, 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 weak, so he forced himself to stand up and said, "I am the child's mother."
"Your son's left renal artery has ruptured and he needs surgery now. This 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 went in again and the door of the emergency room closed with a bang.
Li Wan sat down weakly, her eyes blurred with tears. Although she was not a medical student, she also understood the consequences of renal artery rupture. If the operation was unsuccessful, it could lead to death, or even a kidney would have to be removed, and the child's future would be at risk.
Wasted.
On the bench in the emergency department, there were also the family members of the female teacher. They were also waiting anxiously. Not long after, the door of another emergency room opened. The nurse pushed the injured person out and said: "The wound is not deep. It has already been injured."
The sutures are completed and there is no danger to my life. Now I will move to the ward to rest, and some of my family members will come with me."
The group of people made sounds of joy and surrounded the injured. Li Wan was the only one left in the corridor again. The empty white walls made her feel particularly lonely and cold.
Suddenly, the equipment in the rescue room beeped, and the doctor rushed out again in a hurry and shouted: "Why hasn't the director of the blood bank responded? 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's station, and the head nurse answered the phone and replied anxiously: "The blood bank replied, there is no stock! Only the provincial capital central blood bank has a stock of 1,000 cc!"
"Come on! It will take at least three hours to transport it here from the provincial capital. I can't wait any longer!" The doctor anxiously pulled off his mask, anxious.
Li Wan finally collapsed on the bench. She was so dizzy just now that she forgot that her son has a rare rh-negative blood type. This blood type is called panda blood. The ratio among the population is one in ten thousand, which is abnormal.
It's rare. Now my son's artery has ruptured. If there is no fresh blood to supplement it, there will only be 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, which was of no use at all.
The doctor stamped his foot: "That's troublesome."
The most painful thing is this. Watching one's relatives gradually die, but being unable to do anything. Li Wan passed through the open door of the emergency room and saw his son in the hospital bed, with a pale face and a pacemaker and oxygen tube.
Young lives are passing away bit by bit.
At this moment, she thought of her husband's death. On 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, and a milky voice calling his mother. But in the evening, he turned into a small, cold corpse and could no longer call his mother.
, she could no longer throw herself into her arms and act coquettishly. Thinking of this, Li Wan's eyes darkened, 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, held back her grief and choked out her voice 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? Xiaocheng is fine. The operation was successful."
"What!" Li Wan, who was still very weak, immediately got up from the hospital bed, jumped out of the bed and rushed out of the ward without putting on her shoes. When she came out, she saw that it was still the corridor of the emergency department. She rushed to the emergency room desperately and knocked it away.
When I saw the door, I was stunned.
There were two hospital beds, and lying on one of them was his son. The little guy's face had returned to ruddy color, and his long eyelashes were trembling. It was obvious that he was out of danger.
Lying on the other bed was 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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Young woman Li is about to be conquered, please give me some flowers