"Lin Feng, Lin Feng..." Seeing Lin Feng fall to the ground, Tang Xing suddenly pulled out his pistol, stretched out the car window, fired two shots at the place where the car roared in the dark, and the gunshot rang out in the dark and windy night.
The bullets bounced off the wall as high as a person, but the sound of gunshots did not wake up the sleeping people.
The "Flying Eagle", a powerful crossbow in the hands of the mute, has a night vision sight. It continuously fires two steel balls at the kneecaps of the legs of the fat policeman who is shining a flashlight around the abandoned factory. It is horrifyingly accurate, even more accurate than a sniper's rapid fire.
The mute who jumped down from the tree calmly carried the crossbow box into the passenger compartment. Liu Jun started the Land Rover in advance, turned off the lights, and walked along the planned route without traffic monitoring facilities like an arrow.
The route took a detour all the way to the outskirts of the city, where we parked in a remote wild area and rested until dawn.
Liu Jun asked the mute, a little worried: "Ali, I heard the fat policeman's screams last night, will anyone be killed?"
The mute shook his head and spoke calmly: "The night vision device of the crossbow is very accurate. The two steel balls must have shattered the kneecaps of the fat policeman's legs. It is estimated that the fat policeman will never stand up and will have to sit in a wheelchair for half his life."
Already."
"Oh... is that policeman really useless?"
The mute nodded. This was the third time he had hurt someone with a crossbow. When he fired the crossbow, he only had the target in his mind, not humans or animals.
Liu Jun took a deep breath. He thought about breaking the fat policeman's legs to avenge his father. He didn't think much about the concept of breaking a leg. At most, the mute used a crossbow to shoot steel balls and break Lin Feng's calf bone. Unexpectedly
The mute's attack was so severe that he directly shattered Lin Feng's kneecaps and both legs. If it were traced and he was severely disabled, and the crime of assaulting the police was included, both he and the mute would go to jail.
A cool morning breeze blew across the field, and Liu Jun shivered with excitement. His eyes were blurry. He truly felt that impulse was the devil. He was a little frightened. It seemed that avenging his father's injury was too much, and his life would be rewritten because of it.
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The mute seemed to notice Liu Jun's worry, and gestured to Liu Jun seriously: "Brother Jun, if anything happens, I will take care of it."
"Ali, good brother." Liu Jun was very moved and patted the mute on the shoulder. He didn't know what to say for a moment. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that his and the mute's bright future would be ruined because of his impulsiveness.
"Brother Jun, my life belongs to you. If the police come to the door, I will go in." The mute gestured what he wanted to say.
"Ali, nothing will happen." Liu Jun comforted the mute and himself.
There was a moment of silence.
Assaulting a police officer and maiming someone was a serious crime. Liu Jun had to pay great attention to it and his mind was racing. It was obvious that Liu Jun's father was injured by fat policeman Lin Feng. That night, the fat policeman was hit by a steel ball and his kneecap was shattered.
, let alone the police, ordinary people would think that this matter was caused by Liu Jun's revenge. If nothing unexpected happens, the police will probably come to your door soon.
The more Liu Jun thought about it, the more cold sweat broke out on his head. As the saying goes, "If you don't have long-term worries, you will have immediate worries." The attack on the police will definitely be investigated by the higher authorities, otherwise the violent organs of the dictatorship will not be able to establish their authority.
"Ali, why don't you hide outside for a while." Liu Jun could only think of this.
The mute shook his head, smiled calmly, and signed calmly: "The fat policeman who injured the old man deserves to be punished. Everyone is responsible for his work. I will not be a coward. I have avenged the old man. Even if I go to jail, I will feel at ease."
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Since the mute had decided not to run away or hide, Liu Jun had no choice but to sigh, take out a pack of soft Chinese, smoke one to the mute, hold one in his mouth, frown, smoke, blow out smoke rings, and fell into a deep trance.
Thinking about it, it was the first time Liu Jun encountered such a big thing, and it was difficult for Liu Jun to adapt and control the situation.
"Brother Jun, how about I turn myself in? It will save me a few years of jail time compared to being arrested." The mute took a few puffs of cigarette. For the first time, he saw that Liu Jun was in pain, so he offered to surrender and reduce his guilt to make Liu Jun feel better.
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"No, I can't leave my brother behind." Liu Jun felt the mute's loyalty, took a long puff of cigarette, and popped the cigarette butt out of the car window. He remembered a sentence: "If you confess, you will be lenient, and if you go to jail, you will go to jail. If you resist, you will be strict."
"At most half a year." is a popular lingo. As long as there is no evidence, what can the police do? There are many dead and unsolved cases in the world that the police cannot solve...
"Ali, let's go to the deserted beach in the lower reaches of Qingjiang River and bury the crossbow 'Flying Eagle'. Just pretend that what happened today never happened. Even if the police ask, you are mute and just don't say anything. I'm here."
"Don't worry about the rest, understand?" Liu Jun started the car and looked at the mute seriously.
The mute nodded heavily, with tears in his eyes. He knew that Liu Jun would not abandon him. Although he had made a strong determination to take the blame for his savior Liu Jun, he believed that Liu Jun was very capable. As long as he cooperated with Liu Jun, everything would be fine.
To be able to turn disaster into good, he still needs to stay by Liu Jun's side and help Liu Jun.
Silent all the way, Liu Jun drove the Land Rover with the license plate covered at high speed. It didn't take long before he came to the place where he had fought with Duan Erpao. Liu Jun parked the car on the deserted beach and pointed towards the abandoned forest.
, said to the mute: "Ali, hide the 'Flying Eagle' in a place that only you know, wait until the limelight passes, and retrieve it when needed."
The mute nodded, looked around and saw no one around, ran quickly with the crossbow box in hand, and disappeared into the abandoned forest in the blink of an eye.
Liu Jun lit a cigarette again, stood on the deserted beach, and looked at the rolling Qingjiang River. From this moment on, he could no longer be an impulsive person. He had to make trade-offs when doing things, and he had to know what to do and what not to do.
Where is the bottom line? There is still a long way to go. From now on, we must change ourselves.
There is a whirlpool in the middle of the river, stirring up a big wave. Liu Jun's soul is also baptized in the surging river. He can't help but recite Su Shi's "Red Cliff Nostalgia": The great river goes eastward, and the waves are swept away, and the romantic figures of the ages are revealed. The old fortress
To the west, the human road is the Red Cliff of Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms. Rocks pierce the sky, the waves crash on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow are rolled up. The country is picturesque, and how many heroes are there...
Liu Jun recited a poem, and his heart was sometimes peaceful and sometimes excited. Looking at the Qingjiang River, he also thought of the sentence "The deceased is like a man" in "The Analects of Confucius". Where has the time gone? It turns out that time is like running water, every day
It flows every moment and passes silently. Still water runs deep.
Standing on the shore of the deserted beach, looking at the roaring river, Liu Jun lamented that in this era of big waves, ordinary people can also become heroes.
After three cigarettes, the mute ran back empty-handed. Only the mute knew where the crossbow was buried. Everything before was just a dream. No matter how many winds and rains he would face or how much sunshine he would enjoy in the future, Liu Jun was determined to start now.
Re-examine life, be a down-to-earth person and do things.
The mute got into the driver's seat of the Land Rover. Liu Jun took off the camouflage cloth covering the license plate and threw it into Qingjiang, then got into the passenger seat.
Liu Jun and the mute found a breakfast stall on their way back to the city. They washed briefly and filled their stomachs with soy milk and fried dough sticks. Then they returned to the No. 1 Affiliated Hospital of Pohu to visit his father as if nothing had happened. When they entered the corridor where his father's ward was located, at first glance,
What made Liu Jun break out into a cold sweat was that there were actually many policemen with sharp eyes, neatly dressed, and armed with guns standing in the corridor. Among them was a police officer who had posted a photo in police uniform without a hat and was voted the most beautiful police officer in the city with over 2 million votes.