Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

The ward door was pushed open.

When Li Yuanchao saw the person walk in, his nerves, which had been tense all day, finally relaxed completely.

He casually placed the black notebook he was holding on the coffee table and quickly went to greet her.

"well."

Li Yuanchao grabbed Wu Jianming's arm, his voice filled with relief and satisfaction: "Comrade Wu Jianming, I didn't expect Director Zhou Changhe to send you. Now that you're here, I'm completely at ease. I was worried about what might happen to the perimeter security, but if you're leading the team, then there won't be any problems."

As Li Yuanchao spoke, he led Wu Jianming to the bedside and warmly introduced him, "Come, Mr. Song, let me introduce you. This is from the Municipal Public Security Bureau..."

"No introduction needed."

Song Qingshan, who had been resting with his eyes closed while half-lying on the hospital bed, slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at Wu Jianming, who was soaking wet but stood ramrod straight, and a kind smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

"The famous Wu Jianming, I do know him."

"I remember it was five or six years ago, right? At the South Suburb Bus Station, you fought three armed thugs all by yourself. You were stabbed twice, and your intestines were almost coming out, but you held on to the thugs and dragged them until the main force arrived."

As Song Qingshan spoke, he extended his right hand, which was covered with age spots, and offered it to Wu Jianming.

Wu Jianming shuddered violently.

He looked at the hand that the high-ranking old commander had reached out to him, and pulled his right hand, which was tucked into his pocket and gripping the gun handle tightly, out as if he had been electrocuted. Before he could even dry the water stains on his clothes, he tightly grasped Song's hand with both of his.

"Old Song..."

Wu Jianming's voice trembled involuntarily, and a look of disbelief and astonishment flashed in his eyes: "You still remember?"

"Of course I remember."

Song Qingshan clasped his hands together, tightly gripping Wu Jianming's cold, rough palms: "How could I forget a police officer who risked his own life to protect the people?"

The old man looked him into the eyes, his tone extremely solemn: "This police uniform isn't easy to wear. Our force, the safety of the people, relies on unyielding backbone like yours. The official document from the provincial department awarding you a first-class merit was personally signed by me. You're a true iron-willed cop, you haven't disgraced our police force, well done!"

The ward was quiet.

The only sounds were the torrential rain outside the window and the heavy breathing of the old scarred man on the hospital bed not far away.

The warmth of Old Song's palm and that heartfelt "Well done!" are the highest honors that any police officer could bestow upon his family.

But at this moment, they were like a rusty saw, sawing away at Wu Jianming's spine inch by inch.

The iron policeman who once bled but never shed a tear, who dared to fight criminals to protect the people, was already dead the moment Chen Jianguo threatened him with his brother's death sentence.

Standing here now is a corrupt cop driven to the brink, a coward clutching a loaded pistol tightly in his pocket, ready to kill and silence anyone at any moment.

Wu Jianming's eyes instantly turned red, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down with great difficulty, and an extremely suppressed bloody taste rose in his mouth.

"Commander..."

Wu Jianming clenched his back teeth tightly, and an extremely suppressed bloody taste filled his mouth.

Wu Jianming clenched his teeth, a heartbreaking despair and struggle surfacing in his eyes, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible: "I just... did what I was supposed to do."

Song Qingshan looked at him and nodded in satisfaction.

"Well said."

"Wearing this police uniform means remembering what you should do and what you absolutely must not do."

Wu Jianming lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Yes, I understand."

Li Yuanchao took a half step forward, deliberately lowering his voice, his tone exuding an unquestionable authority.

"Jianming, I must remind you again and again, your mission this time is extremely difficult."

Li Yuanchao pointed to the old scar on the hospital bed, his eyes sharp and frightening: "This person is too important. He has a wide network of connections, and a huge black web is hidden behind him. Just now, his psychological defenses completely collapsed, and he has already revealed the initial core information. You could say he's ripped open the sky."

"But he was so badly injured that he developed a high fever and has completely passed out."

Li Yuanchao's brows furrowed tightly, and his tone was grave. "This third floor is a ward for cadres, and the emergency equipment is inadequate. To keep him alive, we must immediately transfer him to the isolation observation room in the emergency department on the first floor. There, the doctors and equipment are complete, and it will also be convenient for your municipal bureau to centrally deploy defenses."

Li Yuanchao raised his hand and slapped Wu Jianming hard on the shoulder, each word like a blow to an iron plate.

"I have formally reported to my superiors, and the provincial special investigation team will take over the case in a few days."

"So, the next few days are a matter of life and death. Even if your comrades from the Municipal Bureau don't sleep for three days and three nights, they must stay glued to the outside of the ward! Even if the sky falls, this person absolutely cannot have the slightest mishap, understand?"

The words "Provincial Special Investigation Team" struck Wu Jianming like a blunt object, making his brain blood vessels buzz.

He knew better than anyone else that things had come to this point, and Chen Jianguo's painstakingly built business had been completely ruined.

Once the provincial investigation team obtains Old Scar's confession, the entire case will become airtight.

Chen Jianguo, a ruthless and heartless man, would absolutely go insane if he sensed impending doom.

At that time, not only will the death sentence warrant held by Chen Jianguo be made public, sending his own brother to be shot, but even his wife and son will definitely be dragged down and buried with Chen Jianguo's group of thugs.

Wu Jianming's right hand, hidden in his pocket, had his fingernails digging deeply into his palm, and sticky cold sweat dripped down the gun handle.

The sense of honor and guilt that Old Song had given him as a policeman was instantly crushed into dust by the fear of his family's tragic deaths.

The last vestige of human struggle in his eyes had completely died out, replaced by a desperate, murderous ferocity.

Today's transfer to the first floor is his last chance to save his family's lives.

This living person on the hospital bed must become a dead person today!

"clear!"

Wu Jianming straightened up abruptly, his voice booming, his chin clenched tightly: "Please rest assured, Commander, I will personally lead the evacuation. As long as we're here, the position will stand; there will be absolutely no mishaps!"

Wu Jianming abruptly turned to look at the door and growled in a low voice, "Big Liu!"

Liu, who was waiting in the corridor, immediately strode in.

"Team Leader Wu."

"Go and notify the on-duty doctor to prepare for the transfer!"

Wu Jianming spoke very quickly, "Take two men downstairs first and completely clear the elevator entrance and the emergency room corridor on the first floor. No one is allowed to approach without my order!"

Liu suddenly stood at attention, turned around, and strode out. Soon, the sound of leather shoes clicking on the terrazzo floor echoed down the corridor.

Less than two minutes later, a doctor on duty and two nurses rushed into the ward pushing a wheeled emergency stretcher.

Old Scar was like a lump of numb mud, and was dragged and pulled onto a flatbed cart by several people.

With a crisp "click," the silver handcuffs that had been on Old Scar's right wrist were locked back firmly onto the cold metal railing of the flatbed cart.

Throughout the entire process, Wu Jianming stood silently by like a demon cast in iron.

His right hand remained firmly tucked into the pocket of his police uniform the entire time, the cold sweat on his palm soaking through the anti-slip texture on the gun handle, his thumb, hidden in the shadows, silently disengaging the safety of the pistol.

"Sir, we've taken the person away."

Wu Jianming turned around and gave a perfectly standard salute to Song Qingshan and Li Yuanchao in front of the hospital bed.

His movements were flawless, stiff and precise, exuding the competence unique to police officers.

Li Yuanchao waved his hand: "Go, keep a close eye on him."

Without uttering another word, Wu Jianming abruptly turned around and waved his hand: "Push it away!"

The rubber wheels of the stretcher rolled on the ground with a monotonous, dull thud, and Wu Jianming followed closely behind, not leaving the side for even a moment. With a bang, the heavy solid wood ward door slowly closed behind them.