Police Chen Shu

Gaodengqiao Road, inside the police command vehicle!

Zhang Ju, the executive deputy director, Li Da, the captain of the special police brigade, and Li Meng, the deputy captain of the criminal squad, sat together, put their heads together, and stared nervously at the screen of a mobile phone in Zhang Ju's hand .

Xiao Li, the liaison officer sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and handed a cigarette to a middle-aged bald man sitting in the back from the front row: "Why don't you go outside to smoke a cigarette first? The phone is late for me." I promise to return it to you."

The bald man took the cigarette, nodded hurriedly, and said, "Okay! You're busy! You're busy! It doesn't matter if your phone is here! I'll pick it up tomorrow!"

He opened the car door, and when he was stretching his feet down, a fragrant and beautiful gnat poked in.

"Hello! I'm Yan Chenxi, the head of Liming Grid. The policemen in the store belong to our police department."

Yan Chenxi found that the three policemen in the car didn't have any intention of answering her at all, they just held their breath and concentrated on looking at the screen of a mobile phone surrounded by three people.

She took a closer look, wasn't the three staring at the video surveillance in the gold shop?

He tore the unsightly bald man off the command vehicle, and got in without looking outside. His eyes were full of beauty, and his eyes were full of tension and anticipation as he looked at the phone screen.

The original one-third of the head space suddenly became one-fourth. Zhang Ju muttered a few words in dissatisfaction, but still stared at the phone screen, fearing that he would miss a frame or a scene.

Xiao Li stuffed the cigarettes back into his pocket, turned around and looked through the front windshield of the command car at the quiet entrance of the Friendship Gold Store, muttering to himself: "It's crazy. This is still a police station. The police?"

Inside the Friendship Gold Store!

The gangster, whose sanity has become more and more crazy, raised the kitchen knife high, and without hesitation, slashed down on the female hostage's stuck forearm!

Seeing that he couldn't stop him, Chen Shu shouted out of his wits: "(Gui) is behind you! (Gui) is coming! (Gui) is coming!"

"Crack!"

The criminal turned his head suddenly in shock, and the kitchen knife in his hand also slashed on the counter with no one on the side.

The countertop exploded again with a bang, and the splashed glass shards scratched the hostage's unsuspecting head in an instant.

But fortunately, life is to stay.

"No! What about them? Where are they?" The gangster turned his head around, searching for what he imagined, and his emotions gradually became agitated again.

Chen Shu glanced at the female hostage who was completely slumped on the ground, knowing that after such a long time, the hostage had exhausted all her strength and energy.

He stayed up all night because of Uncle Huang Siqian's drunk driving incident last night, and his state at the moment is also not satisfactory. Just now, the gangster's sudden attack and stabbing made him suddenly palpitate and almost died on the spot.

He raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, put on a smiling face again, and said like coaxing a child, "Brother, we have to go, it's too late!"

The gangster took out a kitchen knife from the counter cursing, and seemed to want to chop off the woman's stuck hand again.

Chen Shu hurriedly added: "We won't wait for this woman. Look, she's pooping and urinating, and it stinks! Let's go quickly. Didn't you smell it? It stinks!"

As he spoke, he covered his mouth and nose with one hand, and vigorously fanned the air in front of his mouth and nose with the other hand.

"Yes! It stinks! It stinks!"

"Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!"

The gangster raised his foot and kicked the woman sitting on the ground, then turned his head and prepared to flee the damn gold shop with the amiable policeman, but unexpectedly he was greeted by a fist as big as a casserole.

"Boom!"

Chen Shu took advantage of the gap between the criminal raising his foot and kicking the person, stepped forward, raised his fist and slammed the opponent's face, and then aimed at the empty waist of the opponent, raised his foot and kicked it hard.

"ah!"

The nosebleed "here" spewed out, and the gangster's body also smashed into the corner, and the screams sounded.

Chen Shu picked up the high chair beside him and rushed towards the gangster. He raised the back of the iron chair and threw it at the arm holding the knife without hesitation.

Once, "Ah!";

Twice, "Ah!";

Three times, "Ahhh!".

A few seconds later, the gangster dropped the kitchen knife uncontrollably with his right hand, curled up in the corner of the wall with his hands on his head and howled incessantly, trembling all over his body.

Panting and breathing heavily, Chen Shu supported the counter top with his left hand, and tightly grasped the leg of the high chair with his right hand. He only waited for a little breathing, and stepped forward to kick the kitchen knife that fell aside.

At this point, I finally felt relieved.

"Boom!"

The sound of the glass door being knocked open came from the direction of the store entrance, followed by the sound of chaotic running.

A group of policemen in black police uniforms, special police training uniforms, and plain clothes jumped over Chen Shu and pressed down on the gangster who was paralyzed on the ground in the corner. Followed by a few policemen with mobile phones or SLR cameras, "slapping" and taking pictures non-stop.

The situation was finally under control. Chen Shu threw away the high chair that felt extremely heavy in his hand at this moment, and walked slowly to the side of the hostage who was still stuck in the broken counter.

He reached out and patted the other person's shoulder, trying to squeeze out a warm smile: "Don't be afraid, it's okay. You can go home soon."

The woman's face was full of tears but she didn't raise her hand to wipe it away. She stretched out her right hand, which was not stuck, to hold the bloody hand on her shoulder that the young policeman in front of her had put on her shoulder: "Thank you, woo, for hurting you." .thanks, thanks!"

Hearing what the other party said, Chen Shu realized that his right hand was covered with blood at some point.

Thinking of the identity of the gangster (口-ji) Ai again, and the nosebleed that splattered when he hit the opponent's nose just now, my heart sank.

He raised his hand to the front of his eyes and looked at it for a moment, seeing that it was obviously just a few scratches on the glass, and his heart sank a little more.

It must have been accidentally bumped into those smashed counter glass. I don’t know whether to take that blocking medicine, or wait for the S-(B) blood test before making plans to suppress his thoughts. He squatted down and looked around. Holding the tool in hand, he continued to comfort him: "Don't worry, I'll get you out later."

At this time, two special police officers in special police training uniforms and equipped with equipment approached. One of them supported the female hostage, while the other used a black stick to pry the counter. pulled out.

Then he helped the female hostage and went out of the store together with the policemen who were escorting the gangsters in front.

Before going out, the female hostage supported by two special police officers turned her head and opened her mouth with a smile.

At this moment, the hustle and bustle inside and outside the store was somewhat noisy. Chen Shu couldn't hear what the other party said, but following the shape of the other party's mouth, he could still say:

"Thanks."