"Beep, beep, beep."

A police car drove quickly through the streets in the early morning, as if it was rushing to go somewhere, and its tires picked up water droplets from the wet ground.

In a city washed by rain, all colors become darker.

The lights reflected on the bumpy and water-filled streets seemed to reflect another fragmented world, where a drop of rain was a turmoil.

It was still drizzling, and there were almost no people on the street. A few social gangsters seemed to have just come out of the bar. They were walking around with their arms around each other. One of the gangsters looked at the direction of the police car and said loudly:

We couldn't walk anymore, so we might as well have a fight on the spot, call the police, and take them to the police station. After hearing this, the people on the street all said it was a good idea, but some people seemed to be still awake and laughed strangely,

He said that there were so many of us, and we were waiting for the police cars to come one by one to take them away, "It's so slow, we might as well wait for the bus!" After hearing this, the other gangsters burst into laughter.

A few passers-by tightened their pockets and hid themselves away from the gangsters. The attitude of doing more than doing less was obvious, as if the police car that just passed by did not give them the confidence to walk normally.

The audience felt sad and guessed that this was the consequence of the failed arrest operation in the warehouse.

In Red Mask's plan, he wanted to edit what happened in the factory warehouse that day and spread it widely using hacking techniques. Now looking at a corner of the street scene on the screen, one can see the whole story at a glance. Red Mask has achieved his goal.

.The police force is insufficient, gangsters have lost respect for the police, and residents have also reduced their trust in the police.

How is Zhang Jiaju doing? The audience thought.

They still remember that at the end of the previous scene, Red Mask blew up the factory, which was both a cover-up and a cover for escape. Many police officers were buried inside. As the protagonist, Zhang Jiaju will definitely not die that easily. But they know that there is a person in the world.

This kind of pain is worse than life, and the audience is very worried about Zhang Jiaju.

"Well."

A gangster was suddenly hit from behind.

He turned around and saw that it was a drunkard who was even more drunk than them. He was swinging his body with his head down and bumped into them without looking.

Zhang Jiaju staggered a few steps, almost falling, and quickly protected the bottle in his hand.

The audience almost didn't recognize Zhang Jiaju. At this time, he had messy long hair that hadn't been cut in more than a year, an unkempt beard, a swollen face drooping loosely, and a wound from nowhere at the corner of his mouth. Those eyes, once so beautiful

His perseverance and cold eyes were completely gone now, leaving only hollowness and numbness. He was completely different from the past.

From Zhang Jiaju, people can not only see the passage of time, but also the defeated will.

When a sharpshooter starts drinking and a skill that relies on stability becomes out of control, you know that this person is useless.

The gangster who was hit by Zhang Jiaju felt as if he had been hit by a piece of feces. He couldn't help but cursed: "Don't you have eyes when you walk?"

Zhang Jiaju raised the bottle, took a sip, and a sip flowed from his chest. He walked forward indifferently, passing through one gangster after another.

The question was ignored, and the gangster felt that he had lost face in front of his companions, so he kicked him angrily.

Zhang Jiaju dived forward a few steps, flapped his hands like wings a few times, and did not fall. After turning around, he instinctively stood with his legs crossed and formed a boxing stance.

However, in the next second, he actually put down his hands, stood up straight and threw the wine at the gangsters around him.

This splash was seen as a provocation to war.

Seven or eight gangsters swarmed up and punched and kicked Zhang Jiaju.

Zhang Jiaju fell to the ground, spreading his limbs as if seeking death, letting others beat him, and groaned from inside his body.

In several chaotic and shaky shots, the audience saw a touch of joy in Zhang Jiaju's numb eyes, as if he was craving for pain.

Think about it. Zhang Jiaju, who has never failed, confidently led the team to arrest five criminals. As a result, the entire army was wiped out, none of the criminals were caught, and his own side suffered heavy casualties. Especially when his girlfriend handed over his biological brother to

He, and he ignored his brother-in-law's advice to "wait for support" and allowed his emotions to take over his brain, insisting on pursuing him. He is not a good brother-in-law, let alone a good captain. He is usually called [Detective], [Gun King], and [Instructor] by his colleagues.

], and as a result, he failed miserably in the field he was most proud of, and could not save a single brother. Living alone in the world felt like he was in hell.

The reason why Zhang Jiaju is in such a bad state is not only because of the punishment of the police force, but also because of his self-punishment.

Zhang Jiaju was beaten without fighting back, and soon his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his face was covered with blood, and his facial features could not be seen clearly. His consciousness began to dissipate, and only an expression of relief remained on his face.

Under the control of alcohol and emotions, the gangsters got high, regardless of whether they would beat people to death.

Pedestrians on the road only dared to watch this scene from a distance and did not dare to dissuade them. Some people were kind and called the police, but the police car could not appear quickly.

Just when the audience suspected that Zhang Jiaju was about to be beaten to death, a young man suddenly appeared and knocked down one gangster after another with punches and kicks. His skills were very extraordinary. While beating him, he was still reciting the law and saying that he was exercising

Justifying the right of self-defense, acting bravely for justice, and eliminating harm for the people... In the blink of an eye, all the gangsters fell to the ground and groaned. The young man didn't give up. He lectured the gangsters one by one, asking them if they were doing it right for their parents, right?

Not worthy of society.

Before Zhang Jiaju lost consciousness, he heard applause from around him and the faint sound of police sirens in the distance.

As if hearing the most reassuring voice, he closed his eyes.

When he woke up again, Zhang Jiaju was already in the hospital bed.

It was bright outside the window, and the surroundings were full of excitement.

Suddenly in such an environment, Zhang Jiaju didn't panic at all, as if he was used to waking up from the hospital bed often.

He squirmed a few times, feeling the pain all over his body for a moment, and his eyes were inexplicably lost, and then he just stared at the ceiling, silently in a daze. His mouth was dry and he didn't want to go find water to drink, and he didn't wipe away the secretions gathering in the corners of his eyes, so he just

Then let yourself sit still and let your soul rot. Being awake seems to be a kind of torture to him. Only by giving up feelings can you continue to live in human form.

"Fifty? Sister, are you kidding me? You look like you are in your thirties at most!"

"Oh hehehe, you young man can talk. Here, I'll give you a pear to eat. It's fresh. I just picked it this morning."

Zhang Jiaju, who was trapped in nothingness, suddenly heard such a conversation in his ears. The voice was very close, as if the speaker was sitting next to the bed.

Turning his head violently, Zhang Jiaju saw a young man suddenly sitting there beside his hospital bed, with his back to him, chatting happily with the person in the bed next to him, holding two pears in his hands happily.

"Who are you?" Zhang Jiaju asked the young man in a hoarse voice.

The young man's ears were very sensitive. He turned his head when he heard the weak voice. He immediately put down the pear, stood up and saluted, saying that his name was Duan Xiaofeng and that he was the new partner assigned to him by the police force. After saying that, he diligently picked up the prepared pear from the bedside table.

Give the good water to Zhang Jiaju.

Looking at the young, enthusiastic and energetic young man in front of him, Zhang Jiaju looked in a trance, as if he was remembering someone. For a moment, his eyes were full of nostalgia and sadness. Blinking back to his senses, Zhang Jiaju lowered his head and took a sip of water, as if he was drinking.

He held it in his mouth for a long time, and then said: "Go and apply for someone else. I'm on vacation, so there's no point in following me."

His eyes dimmed, and Zhang Jiaju added: "It's easy to die if you follow me."

Duan Xiaofeng lowered his head and peeled a pear and said, "I'm not afraid of death."

Zhang Jiaju's lowered eyes seemed even more sad.

Duan Xiaofeng continued: "I have seen that video. After learning about that operation, many people were watching the jokes of our police. Several high-level officials were dismissed. At the grassroots level near the capital, many front-line workers were transferred to civilian positions, and some even became non-police officers.

I'm afraid that when I'm caught playing some stupid game, my family members will be pointed at gunpoint; if I tell others that I'm a police officer when I go out, they will look at me meaningfully. I know all this."

Zhang Jiaju's eyes fell on Duan Xiaofeng, as if he was asking, since you know everything, what do you want to do here now?

"These are all temporary." Duan Xiaofeng finished peeling, took out a knife from his pocket, and said while slicing pears: "No matter what kind of political system, state power cannot be without flaws and cannot be abused.

But the reason why our country is so strong today is because it has a self-correction system.

You are on vacation, so you don’t know that after that operation, the police force has begun nationwide rectification. There are also a series of reform measures at the grassroots level, paying attention to the voice of the masses, enforcing the law in accordance with rules and regulations, and the personal information of each police officer is strictly

Keep it... The society is laughing at us for our stains, but we should admit our mistakes and correct those that need to be corrected. The stains have been washed away one by one. The image has been reversed bit by bit, and the team has been reunited bit by bit."

The pears were peeled in a few strokes, but Duan Xiaofeng started to eat them by himself. From time to time, he would open his eyes wide and make gestures to the elder sister on the bed next to him to express how delicious the pears were.

"But there is still a stain that cannot be washed away no matter how hard you wash it. If it stays there, it will keep reminding you how useless the police are." Duan Xiaofeng puffed up his cheeks and said solemnly: "Two months ago, these masked bastards did it again.

They sacrificed many colleagues, but still failed to catch them. If they are not eradicated completely, this stain will always be there, the people's trust in the police will always be insufficient, and criminals will follow their example and become bolder and continue to do so.

The ground is attacking the law. So..." Duan Xiaofeng seemed to finally remember that Zhang Jiaju was the patient. He forked a piece of fruit pulp with a knife and handed it to Zhang Jiaju: "The police team needs you to come back."

Zhang Jiaju took the knife silently, neither eating nor speaking.

Duan Xiaofeng was like an unsupervised puppy. He was opening windows and packing things, his hands and feet were quick and he was very busy.

After a while, Zhang Jiaju put the pears aside and asked: "Why are you looking for me? I have..." He has lost so miserably. Zhang Jiaju replied with a sigh and tight lips.

"Of course it's to catch those bastards. For more than a year, we looked for various people, but no one succeeded. The biggest results and clues were all obtained by you a year ago. Since we have tried all kinds of

Everyone has failed, so it is better to find the person who is most likely to turn defeat into victory among the failed people." Duan Xiaofeng expressed with his eyes that Zhang Jiaju is the person most likely to turn defeat into victory.

Whenever he mentioned the past, those failed experiences and painful memories violently tore into Zhang Jiaju's heart.

These memories were things that he had been trying to avoid for more than a year. Like gauze wrapping a wound, it eventually became a scab along with the wound. It would be a heart disease if he didn't tear it apart. The flesh and blood were torn apart, and he tasted the pain again. Zhang Jiaju covered his chest, almost wanting to

Difficulty breathing.

Duan Xiaofeng knew very well how much harm his words could bring to Zhang Jiaju, but he insisted on doing so. "Facing the pain head-on is the first step to get rid of the pain." He said softly.

Zhang Jiaju closed his eyes, not knowing whether he heard it or not.

The camera flashed back to the end of the operation a year ago. The factory warehouse was bombed. I don’t know whether it was luck or the gangsters’ intention to show mercy. The corner where Zhang Jiaju was located had the least bombs. He and some police officers were lucky enough not to die. When Zhang Jiaju was thrown to the ground in ashes,

After he was fished out, he refused to go to the hospital and insisted on staying at the scene. He dug up the bones of his colleagues in the rubble. In the end, his hands were covered with blood and he was forced to stop. Once he stopped, he didn't know what to do.

He was just sitting among the brothers who were covered with white cloth, feeling lost and living as if they were dead.

Zhang Jiaju was frightened at the thought of leading his team members to face those masked gangsters again. He wrapped himself tightly in a quilt, turned his back to Duan Xiaofeng, and said feebly: "...find someone else."

A detective, an old policeman, showing his back to others shows that he has lost the courage to face difficulties head-on.

In that confrontation with Red Mask, Zhang Jiaju's spine had been broken.

Duan Xiaofeng had no choice but to ask Zhang Jiaju not to make a decision in a hurry, but to think about it first and he would come back next time.
To be continued...