In the hospital, in the emergency room, several doctors were busy taking out a bullet from the chest of a female policeman. It is undeniable that even in a coma, the female policeman was still so charming, and the heroic spirit between her eyebrows still looked heroic.

"Surgery forceps."

"Stop bleeding."

"alcohol disinfection."

"anaesthetization."

The attending doctor arranged the young nurse beside him in an orderly manner, and a trace of sweat dripping across his forehead. No one knew that he was so exhausted and exhausted now. He had not even taken out a bullet for three hours. In the hospital, he was famous for one quick blow. Any surgery he handled almost always required only one blow to solve the problem. However, the female police officer in front of him happened to be stuck in the ribs, and the distance from the heart was only a few millimeters away, which could not accommodate his scalpel at all.

"The patient's heartbeat is falling rapidly." The electrocardiogram around her was flickering constantly, and the horizontal line representing the heartbeat was gradually decreasing, which means that the female police officer's heartbeat is slowly decreasing. If she cannot stop the bleeding quickly and help her recover her heartbeat, it is very likely that she will leave this world and end her life on this operating table.

On the other side, in the police car, Zhao Xiaohan looked around and saw a desolate land in front of him, with only a few rows of big trees growing strongly, and the rest were all a piece of loess. When he saw this scene, a smile appeared on Zhao Xiaohan's mouth, "Brothers, can you give me a cigarette?"

One of the policemen looked at Zhao Xiaohan, hesitated for a moment, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and placed it on Zhao Xiaohan's hand, and then took out a lighter to light it for him. However, the moment he was about to light the fire, a sudden change occurred. Zhao Xiaohan waved his right hand and pushed his knees with a click. With a click, he saw Zhao Xiaohan's right elbow hit the policeman's neck.

It was a quick talk, and everyone could not react to what was going on. Zhao Xiaohan had already snatched a pistol from the waist of the policeman with quick eyes and hands. When other policemen realized what was going on, there was only a "bang" sound, and the lock on the door of the rear car had been opened with a shot. Then, Zhao Xiaohan was lying on his side and rolled out of the police car along the ground of the car.

"Stop, the suspect escaped!" When the police reacted, they hurriedly called the car, but when the car stopped and the group of policemen rushed down quickly, they could no longer see Zhao Xiaohan's figure, only a desolate dust flying and a green tree swaying in the wind.

"Hiss!" In the distance, under a steep slope downhill, Zhao Xiaohan looked at himself with wounds all over his body and couldn't help but gasp. The friction and huge impact generated in the middle of the car almost made him unconscious in pain. He felt that his bones were falling apart and he no longer obeyed his command.

"Everyone searches in the grass, and must check every corner, including in the jungle and downhill, wherever people can hide, everyone must search every detail, and not let go of every grain of sand!" In the distance, Captain Wang, the leader, kept giving every order, his face was full of irritability, as if he could never have imagined that Zhao Xiaohan actually ran away. When he heard Captain Wang's words, Zhao Xiaohan frowned deeply, turned his head, looked at the scene around him, and his eyes became squinting unconsciously.

There was nowhere to hide. When he saw that the surrounding area was full of flat wasteland, Zhao Xiaohan couldn't help but frowned, and squatted down the direction of the downhill before the police came over. He raised his right hand to take out the cigarette handed to him by the police just now, lit it slowly, took a light, took a sip, looked around the scene, and a cold expression flashed across his face. If a policeman really found his hiding place later, a fierce gunfight would probably be inevitable.

In fact, Zhao Xiaohan can be said to be Zhao Xiaohan now, but not Zhao Xiaohan. He is just another way of existence of Zhao Xiaohan. When he was in the car just now, the awake Zhao Xiaohan disappeared, and replaced by his inner demon. Zhao Xiaohan, who only had the word "kill" in his eyes.

Just as he was halfway through a cigarette, he suddenly heard a mess of footsteps above his head. Then, when he closed his eyes, he felt Captain Wang standing alone on the uphill above his head, searching carefully. When he saw Captain Wang's figure, Zhao Xiaohan took out the pistol from his waist without hesitation, squatting in the corner vigilantly, asking for a chance to kill with one blow.

Suddenly, a footstep sounded, and Captain Wang walked down from the uphill. When Captain Wang really walked down, Zhao Xiaohan immediately raised the pistol in his hand and aimed it at Captain Wang's forehead in an instant. However, when Zhao Xiaohan raised the pistol, Captain Wang also raised the pistol in his hand and pointed it at Zhao Xiaohan's forehead. For a moment, neither of them dared to act rashly, but refused to put down the pistol in his hand.

"Zhao Xiaohan, go back with me, you can't leave." Looking at the familiar young man in front of you, Captain Wang couldn't help but sigh and spoke softly. After hearing Captain Wang's words, Zhao Xiaohan sneered and looked at Captain Wang with disdain and said: "Haha, I said, if I want to leave, no one can stop me. Do you think that just you police officers can stop me?"

"Zhao Xiaohan, it's the shore to turn around. If you fire a shot, you will be punished more than one level." Captain Wang's face was a little complicated, but Zhao Xiaohan's expression never changed. He was cold and still so cold. After hearing Captain Wang's words, Zhao Xiaohan didn't say much, just shook the pistol in his hand and smiled playfully, "Then compare, which one is faster than you?"

Looking at Zhao Xiaohan who was completely different from the previous one, Captain Wang had a helpless look in his eyes. He just raised his head and looked at Zhao Xiaohan deeply, but he could not pull the trigger in his hand. If he really fired the shot, this young man might have disappeared from this world from now on. Schizophrenia, he had only heard of these words before, but this time, he really saw that the young man in front of him was not like the same person as the young man who was gentle and polite to him just now.

"You go!" After a long time, I finally spit out these words from Captain Wang's mouth. When I heard Captain Wang's words, even Zhao Xiaohan couldn't help but be stunned. He looked at Captain Wang in confusion, frowned and said, "You want to let me go?"

"Yes, you go." Captain Wang nodded and sighed deeply, "I can't do anything to you, so please do it yourself."

"Why let me go?" Zhao Xiaohan not only did not leave, but looked at Captain Wang with interest, as if he didn't understand his actions. After hearing Zhao Xiaohan's words, Captain Wang glanced at him gently and said, "I like you in the past very much, and I hope you can turn back to the you in the past, just like the female policeman just now. Why did she block that shot for you? Because you in the past are worth her doing this for you, but you are not worth it now."

After the words came, Captain Wang turned around and left, and greeted the other policemen while walking, saying, "No need to search, the suspect is no longer there. Everyone will return to the police station immediately and notify the superiors immediately to issue a first-level wanted order to the suspect."

In the distance, Captain Wang and a group of policemen were gradually drifting away. Looking at Captain Wang's disappearing figure, Zhao Xiaohan was still thinking about the words Captain Wang had just said to him. In the past, he was worthy of the female policeman's shot. Now he is not worth it. When he thought of this sentence, Zhao Xiaohan suddenly fell into deep thought, but couldn't help but feel curious. What kind of person was he like in the past?

"Haha, I like myself more now. The one he used to be, is dead." When he said this, Zhao Xiaohan had already withdrawn the pistol in his hand, took the last mouthful of the cigarette in his hand, and turned around and hiked out of the desert.

An hour later, Zhao Xiaohan had just left this desolate land. In front of him was a remote village. In the village, small rural houses of varying heights were located one by one, and smoke rose up, which looked like a fairyland outside the world. However, Zhao Xiaohan could not take care of so many things at this time. The wounds on his body had been infected, and many places had begun to become suppurated. He could not go to a regular hospital for treatment. If nothing unexpected happened, major places had issued a first-level wanted order to him. Now the only thing he could do was either he healed himself or find a remote place and a small clinic to treat the scars on his body.

Looking at the ragged appearance on his body, Zhao Xiaohan couldn't help but smile bitterly. The black jacket had turned into mud yellow, and the black trousers had a big hole. As for the black trousers, they were no longer human-shaped. Even his pretty face was wounded one after another, full of blood marks.
Chapter completed!