The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

The moonlight filtered through the cracks in the window, casting mottled shadows on the floor. Anjie's nails dug deeply into Jiang Defu's arm, and her fingertips turned white from the force.

The air under the bed was so oppressive that it made people feel breathless. The sounds of fighting and gunfire coming from the Jia family (Qinhuai Rujia) next door hit the hearts of the two like a heavy hammer.

"Defu, listen to me, you can't go over there."

Angel's voice was tearful and trembling. She knew better than anyone what kind of person her husband was. The moment she picked up the gun and magazine, she was definitely ready to wade into this muddy water.

"We have three children. What will happen to our family if something happens to you? They are still so young and cannot live without a father."

Her eyes were full of fear and worry, and tears were welling up in her eyes, ready to burst out at any moment.

Now, on Q Island, she has experienced all of this, the crackling of gunfire, the crying of children, as if bringing her back to that heartbreaking era.

Jiang Defu looked at his wife's pale face and felt guilty.

He knew very well that there might be dangers involved if he went there, but his sense of mission as a soldier and his duties as the head of the security department prevented him from retreating.

"Anjie, I understand your worries. It is precisely because you and the child are here that I have to protect you."

He spoke softly and gently patted the back of Angie's hand, trying to calm his wife.

"I'll just go to the backyard and check out the situation. I won't act rashly. I promise."

Angel shook his head, bit his lip, listened to the roaring sound next door, and tears finally fell.

"You are a soldier. I know you have your responsibilities, but you are also my husband and the father of our children. There are so many families upstairs and downstairs, and everyone is hiding. Why do you have to go?"

Her voice was full of helplessness and grievance. It was none of her family's business. The two families were just neighbors and their relationship was not very good. She had three children at home and there were already enough things involved. There was no need to create more trouble for the family.

Jiang Defu is a soldier and the factory representative, but he is also her husband. At this time, it can be said that she is short-sighted because she does not want to see her husband step into danger.

Jiang Defu sighed and reached out to gently wipe away the tears that were streaming down his wife's cheeks.

"Because I am a soldier, this is my mission. If even I back down, who will protect everyone? Li Feng gave me the job of the security department, I cannot let him down~!"

His eyes were firm and gentle. Although he was a rough man from the countryside, Jiang Defu knew very well how to coax An Jie.

"Besides, I won't let anything happen to me. I want to watch the children grow up and grow old with you."

The sound of gunfire became more and more intense, and the dull sound of bullets hitting the wall made Angel tremble all over.

She knew she couldn't stop her husband, but her worries didn't diminish at all.

"Then you must be careful and don't be impulsive."

"You stay hidden and don't come out. I'll ask Dehua to take good care of the child~!"

She choked and loosened her hand that was tightly holding her husband's arm. Jiang Defu nodded, and with a click, the pistol was loaded.

The gun was cold, but holding it in his hand gave him a familiar sense of security.

He walked carefully to the window, looked out through the gap in the curtains, then nodded to An Jie, went to the next room, and carried Jiang Dehua and the child under the bed.

In the darkness of night, in the yard of the Jia family next door, the flickering fire had ended, and the smell of blood and gunpowder seemed to drift into the house with the wind.

At this moment, another gunshot was heard, followed by a painful groan that pierced the night sky, and then the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Anjie was so scared that she covered her mouth and tried hard not to cry out. After crawling out from under the bed, she ran into the next room, looked at her child crying loudly, covered her mouth, and watched her husband move the ladder and put it on the top of the next door wall.

Holding a pistol in one hand and climbing a ladder with the other, Jiang Defu's eyes instantly became sharp when he saw the situation in the backyard of the Jia family. He knew that the situation was more dangerous than he had imagined.

Under the moonlight, he saw two black shadows lying on the ground, motionless. Dark red bloodstains were winding on the ground and flowing into the yard. It was no exaggeration to say that the blood flowed like a river.

Further ahead, the back door of the Jia family was open, and sounds of fighting and roaring could be heard from inside from time to time.

Jiang Defu took a deep breath and subconsciously clenched the gun in his hand. The two people lying on the ground, whose life or death was unknown, were both wearing black Zhongshan suits.

This uniform seemed familiar to him no matter how he looked at it.

The ambush at Li Xuewen's home caused a misunderstanding, and on the night when Director Li arrested his brother-in-law Ouyang Yi, these people were among the people he called in.

When I went to the Investigation Department to pick up Ouyang Yi and took him home, people coming in and out of the compound were all wearing the same uniform.

The blood on the ground was a bit dazzling. There were two bodies, and no one knew how many more were inside. It was too tragic. Even Jiang Defu, who was usually a bit reckless, couldn't help but feel a throbbing heart. What happened in Qin Huairu's house? Who were these people here to arrest? Although they were not in the same system, there was no doubt that they were definitely one of their own.

Then the people who killed them would naturally become the bad guys. Does the widow Qin's family have such power? Two women and three children would definitely not do such a thing.

"Could it be that cousin?"

Thinking of what his lover had just mentioned to him, Jiang Defu's face suddenly turned gloomy. Qin Huairu's cousin was really too capable.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Defu risked his life and climbed over the wall to enter the hospital, sacrificing these comrades. If he had hidden behind and pretended not to know, how would Li Feng look at him?

The soldier's sense of honor in his heart did not allow him to do so, so he hid at home and waited until dawn.

His bare feet fell to the ground, stained with blood, sticky and uncomfortable. Looking at the two sacrificed comrades, one with a hole in the eye and the other with a knife cut on the neck, Jiang Defu couldn't help but tremble at this extremely cruel scene, and he tightened the gun in his hand.

The other party was extremely ruthless and would kill people at any time. He would not hold back at all and would never let anyone get close to him. After moistening his lips, Jiang Defu stepped on the blood and went up the stairs.

The sticky feet made a slight "crunching" sound whether they were raised or put down, especially when they were stuck with broken glass.

"who?"

A cold voice came from inside the house, with a hint of vigilance and overwhelming murderous intent.

Jiang Defu did not answer, but stood in the corner of the balcony, looking at the living room, calmly analyzing the current situation in the house.

The old lady next door was wailing in the bedroom, several children were crying for their parents, and only one person's head was seen in the living room, as if it was fighting with someone.

Judging from the voice, the other person should be not far away in the living room, and it seems that there is only one person left.

He knew that any rash action would only put himself in danger, but he couldn't just stand by and watch.

"Come in quick! I've got his gun!"

The sound coming from the backyard also gave the only surviving car door a glimmer of hope. If the support from the backyard did not come, they would all die.

"Boom~!"

Unable to get the gun back, Night Owl simply gave up the pistol, bent down, and hit the car door in the chest with a fierce elbow again.

Although there was a bulletproof vest as a barrier, the broken ribs still pierced into the lungs as expected. He held the gun in his hand, coughing and spitting blood. He used up his last bit of strength, opened his mouth and bit the man's calf fiercely, tearing off a piece of flesh directly.

He really could not hold on any longer. His lungs were like a broken bellows, exhaling more than inhaling. In his last moments, he glanced at the team leader who was the first to lie down beside him, and his eyes gradually lost their luster.

"Crack~!"

Looking at the young man covered in blood, when meeting his eyes, Jiang Defu did not hesitate at all, nor did he give him a chance to get close to him. He just shot him directly.

"Let's go~!"

Looking at Qin Huairu lying limp on the ground, Ye Xiao endured the severe pain in his calf, and quickly rushed out after giving her a warning.

The enemy's support came too quickly, and I had no idea how many people there were. I was injured again, and the family building under construction in the north was the easiest place to escape.

"Bang, bang~!"

"Qin Huairu, don't move. If you dare to run, your child won't be able to run away~!"

The phantom rushed out of the door, and Jiang Defu took the opportunity to fire two shots. He didn't know whether he hit Qin Huairu, who wanted to get up and run away, gave Jiang Defu, who was unsure, a boost of confidence.

Compared to the scene in the yard, the scene was too tragic. There were three bodies in the house and at the door, all wearing black Zhongshan suits. It was hard to believe that this was something one person could do.

In the dark of night, the young man covered his shoulders and stumbled towards the construction site. He looked back and saw that Qin Huairu did not follow him out, so he could only sigh helplessly.

"Fuck you~!"

"Bang!"

The moment I turned my head, the last thing I saw was a one-armed middle-aged man standing in the dark at the entrance of the construction site, moving bricks with his left hand swinging.

"You've come to the wrong place, you thief!" (End of this chapter)