As Chen Shu ran, he raised his hand and pointed at Lao A who was standing on the roadside not far away and shouted loudly.
When Lao A heard these two shouts coming towards his face, he was immediately startled. He felt no luck and knew that the man chasing him was undoubtedly a policeman.
Lao A, who has been on the run for many years, is afraid of dreaming about the police even when he lies in bed at night. In reality, his heart is pounding and his hands are shaking uncontrollably when he bumps into him.
I wanted to turn around and run, but my eyes were fixed on the police who were getting closer and closer. My legs were weak and my body was frozen in place, unable to move at all.
As long as he was caught by this policeman, the best case scenario would be twenty years in prison. Besides, his right foot was twisted a bit when he jumped out of the restaurant window, so he would definitely not be able to outrun the policeman.
Thinking of my orphaned and widowed mother who stayed in her hometown, living alone outside the house, life without a man in the family would definitely be worse than death.
The scene of his wife holding her daughter locked in the corner of the room and shivering came to mind involuntarily.
Old A's heart was suddenly filled with hatred and unwillingness!
Evil arises from courage!
When he was young, he was also a boss who had been in the world for several years. He was responsible for many murder cases, and during these life-threatening years, he often fought for his life with others, so he was naturally very courageous.
After calming down for a while, I saw that there was only one person chasing me. I guessed that a lone policeman happened to bump into me, so I decided to do whatever I wanted to do.
"If you don't kill this policeman, you won't be able to escape from behind!"
Unwilling to surrender, Lao A took out a sharp-edged dagger from his arms, howled a few times to gain courage, gritted his teeth and fought back.
Under the moonlight, Chen Shu saw the other party's chest flash slightly and guessed that he had taken out a knife.
He smiled coldly and quickly glanced around, habitually preparing to find some handy hardware and have a good fight with the criminal suspect who dared to attack the police, and teach him how to be a qualified thief.
Attacking the police...
Attack the police!
In a flash of lightning, the scene of Chen Chuan being shot and falling to the ground flashed through Chen Shu's mind. The anger caused by his powerlessness and frustration at not protecting the people around him instantly ignited his emotions.
Although there is a voice in my head that keeps telling me, "Don't shoot", "Don't shoot", "Don't shoot".
There were also voices repeatedly reminding, "Warning shots fired," "Warning shots fired," "Warning shots fired."
But it was too light, just like the summer evening breeze passing by. Anger had already dominated his thoughts in an instant.
In the end, only one word remained in Chen Shu's mind.
"kill!"
He thought he was calm.
In just a few seconds, he found countless reasons for his shooting.
armed;
Attack the police; Qianqianyi哾
murderer……
So he no longer hesitated, stood up and pulled out the Type 92 pistol from his waist. According to the rhythm of previous training, he drew the gun, turned on the safety, loaded the gun, quickly took aim, and fired several shots towards the middle of the opponent's body.
"Bang bang bang!"
All three bullets shot through Old A's body, and the dagger originally held tightly in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, making a crisp sound in the quiet night.
He staggered a few steps, touched the area where he was shot in the abdomen with one hand, and fell to the ground. After a long pause, he actually raised his arm and waved tremblingly towards the policeman who shot at him.
This was the first time that Chen Shu shot at a real person, a living person, and knocked him down. He stiffly maintained the posture of raising the gun and looked at the scene in front of him with some sluggishness. He saw the criminal suspect shooting at him.
The beckoning was accompanied by the arm that was holding the gun lowered and he slowly leaned over.
Old A sat on the ground panting, ignoring the gunshot wound in his abdomen, and just stared at the policeman who was slowly approaching.
He struggled to hold on to the ground and tried to stand up, but his hands kept shaking and were limp and without any strength.
Even breathing requires a lot of effort.
In the end, he could only collapse on the ground, stretch out his bloody right hand, and plead to the policeman who shot him down: "Comrade police... those who reported me... they still owe me one million
….They just don’t want to pay back the money…”
"Ahem!"
Old A felt as if there was a fish bone stuck in his throat, and a fishy-sweet taste rolled in his mouth.
He suddenly realized that if he hadn't asked for more of the one million that didn't belong to him, maybe people wouldn't have reported it to the police.
Old A suppressed his discomfort and continued: "Comrade policeman, I am guilty, but this money is clean... Please tell my wife, just tell Little B and others... a few people who used to hang out with me still owe
I'm a million...thank you...thank you..."
Old A's arms had lost all feeling, and his body shook several times before he managed to hold on without falling.
He lowered his head and reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead. When he raised his head again, his face was mixed with blood and water and looked a bit ferocious, but every word in his words was full of selfishness:
"After taking the money... give half to my wife... half to Xiao Ming's mother..."
After saying that, he took a long breath and smiled at the policeman in front of him who was bowing his head and listening to him carefully. His eyes no longer had the previous violence.
He tilted his head and his body, unable to support himself, fell backwards.
"Thank you, comrade policeman." Old A, whose vision had completely gone dark, said silently in his heart without resenting the policeman who shot at him.
Perhaps for him, death is both atonement and liberation.
The previous three shots had hit the opponent. Seeing the shot Lao A falling to the ground and dying, Chen Shu's heart was beating violently. He felt a heat rising from the soles of his feet, and an indescribable excitement surged into his heart.
.
He felt that he had an explanation for Chen Chuan.
But the wife and children that this man had been nagging about before his death made Chen Shu's heart tremble. Even if Old A was a murderer, even if Old A attacked the police, his wife and daughter were still innocent.
Maybe the two of them are nesting in a corner at this moment, with their eyes wide open, looking forward to the stars and the moon, waiting for their husband and father.
Chen Shu watched the person he killed fall to the ground quietly, feeling waves of coldness pouring down from his head.
Pull out the cold, pull out the cold.
Under the dim street light, the lonely Chen Shu could only hold tightly to the handle of the pistol at his waist, thinking that this was the support of his life. But the biting and cold metal feeling gradually faded away from his palm. My arms surged into my heart, and I couldn't bear it, so my hands slowly began to tremble.
He didn't know how long it took, but when he finally heard the siren suddenly sounding from behind, he suddenly woke up and found that his whole body was shaking.
He kept taking deep breaths, and then deeper breaths.
I just thought that this was just a dream, and Chen Chuan would come over and joke with him playfully; the fugitive Lao A was brought to justice, and he was actively reformed in prison, waiting for the day when he would return to society and his family.
Yes, he still has a wife and daughter waiting for him.
Chen Shu's thoughts were uncontrollably scattered again, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the motionless body lying on the ground.
That old A's corpse.
A wave of utter coldness swept across Chen Shu's skin again, drilling into his pores and reaching every corner of his body.
"Cold, so cold."
Chen Shu looked down at his slightly trembling hands, mentally feeling the trembling all over his body in real time, and even the slightest chill in his pores pricking his brain nerves like needles.
It's an early morning in June.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"
Police sirens sounded from behind, and police backup finally arrived.
After the murder, Chen Shu closed his eyes in pain.