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

With a bang, the heavy solid wood hospital room door slowly closed behind us.

The moment the door completely blocked the view from inside the room, the businesslike mask on Wu Jianming's face, like an ice shell shattered by a heavy hammer, was instantly stripped away completely.

The incandescent light bulb in the corridor had a bad connection and flickered with a crackling sound.

The pale light shone on his face, and his once deep eyes were now filled with a chilling stillness and malice.

Da Liu cleared the area extremely quickly. The third-floor corridor, which used to occasionally have family members walking around, was now completely empty, without a single soul in sight.

Only the howling wind outside, carrying torrential rain, pounded against the glass windows with a loud bang.

The male doctor and two nurses were pushing a stretcher in front of me, and I inexplicably felt a chill down my spine.

They had no idea that the man in police uniform following behind them was a wild beast ready to devour them.

The group quickly arrived at the elevator at the end of the corridor.

Da Liu was standing guard in front of the elevator with a police officer, pressing the down button. The elevator doors were open.

"Captain Wu, the passageway has been cleared." Da Liu came up to report to his superior, "We've also arranged for people to set up a cordon over the emergency room on the first floor."

"here you go."

Wu Jianming nodded expressionlessly, his gaze sweeping over the male doctor and the two nurses, before speaking coldly.

"The elevator space is too small. If there is an emergency or someone tries to snatch a prisoner, there is no room to maneuver, which is extremely dangerous."

Wu Jianming turned to look at Da Liu, his tone commanding and leaving no room for argument, "Da Liu, according to the highest level of emergency response plan for bomb disposal, you take these three medical personnel down the fire escape stairs and check every blind spot on each floor to ensure the stairwell is absolutely safe."

The male doctor paused, glanced instinctively at the unconscious Old Scar on the stretcher, and hesitated before speaking, "Officer, this patient is currently delirious with a high fever and could stop breathing at any moment. He can't be left without medical staff..."

"It only takes fifteen seconds to go from the third floor to the first floor by elevator."

Wu Jianming interrupted him, his voice steady and firm: "Fifteen seconds, nothing serious will happen. If anything does go wrong, I, Wu Jianming, will take full responsibility."

Before the doctor could speak again, Wu Jianming turned to Da Liu and gave him a direct order: "Da Liu, according to the highest level of emergency response plan for bomb disposal, you immediately take three medical personnel down the fire escape stairs and search every floor for any blind spots. I'll take the suspect down in the elevator, and you guys meet me at the elevator entrance on the first floor."

Da Liu had no doubts. Wu Dui always led from the front, putting himself in danger to protect the safety of the masses, which was entirely in line with his consistent style.

"Listen to Officer Wu! Doctor, let's take the stairs, quick!" With a wave of his hand, Liu, along with another officer, half-invited and half-pushed the male doctor and two nurses into the fire escape next door.

The heavy fire door slammed shut with a loud bang.

The once chaotic corridor instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Only Wu Jianming and a flatbed cart carrying Lao Ba remained, parked in front of the stark white elevator car.

Wu Jianming took a deep breath, grabbed the metal railing of the flatbed cart with both hands, and steadily pushed Old Scar into the elevator.

He turned and stepped into the elevator, casually pressing the button for the "1" floor.

Two weathered iron gates closed slowly, one by one, in front of me.

With a click, the iron door slammed shut. The elevator car suddenly plunged and began to descend.

The cramped space was instantly filled with the pungent smell of Lysol and the heavy, labored breathing of Old Scar, like a broken bellows.

No one can see what's happening inside.

That perfect disguise called "Iron Police" was finally torn apart at this moment.

The moment the feeling of weightlessness came over him, Wu Jianming pulled his right hand, which had been tightly tucked into his pocket, out from under his clothes.

A Type 54 pistol, its safety already released, gleamed with a dim, deathly light under the elevator's incandescent lamps.

Wu Jianming raised his gun expressionlessly, the dark barrel pressed directly against Old Scar's bandaged temple.

The cold muzzle instantly crushed the blood-stained gauze, touching the burning flesh beneath.

All it takes is a simple snap of the index finger backward, and it's all over.

At this critical moment.

"bite--"

A crisp electronic notification sound suddenly rang out in the enclosed elevator car.

The feeling of weightlessness suddenly disappeared, and the descending elevator car abruptly stopped, eerily halting on the second floor.

At that moment, all the hairs on Wu Jianming's body stood on end, and his pupils contracted sharply.

Da Liu clearly only cleared the first and third floors. The second floor is a general ward area, so a patient's family member must have pressed the elevator button!

Before he could react, the mottled iron gate slid open slowly to both sides with a dull mechanical scraping sound.

Wu Jianming's mind went almost blank for a moment, but his muscle memory, honed by years of experience as a criminal investigator, worked faster than his thoughts.

His right hand slammed down as if electrocuted, with an extremely fierce force, instantly shoving the Type 54 pistol that was already pressed against Old Scar's head back into the large pocket of his police uniform.

At the same time, he leaned forward and rested his hands naturally on the metal railing of the flatbed, pretending to be checking the oxygen tube in Old Scar's mouth.

The elevator doors opened completely at the very second the gun muzzle slid into the bottom of the pocket.

Wu Jianming forcibly suppressed his pounding heart and stared intently at the door with extremely vigilant peripheral vision.

From his perspective, in the dim light and shadow of the corridor outside, an extremely ordinary man stepped in.

The man was wearing a slightly cheap wool sweater, his hair was a bit messy, and he still smelled damp from the rain. Most importantly, he was carrying a clear plastic bag containing several steaming hot meat buns.

In Wu Jianming's eyes, this was just an ordinary patient's family member who had stayed up all night to keep watch over the patient and had just bought a hot meal outside the hospital.

He searched his memory thoroughly, but he absolutely did not recognize this face.

The man stepped into the elevator, seemingly startled by the blood-smelling ambulance inside and the fully armed Wu Jianming.

His movements visibly stiffened, and he subconsciously shrank into the far corner of the elevator, not even daring to meet Wu Jianming's murderous eyes. He simply lowered his head and reached out to press the button for the first floor.

The elevator doors closed behind the two people again, and the car began to descend once more.

In the cramped space, the pungent smell of Lysol was strangely mixed with a hint of the aroma of meat buns.

Wu Jianming's right hand, tucked into his pocket, gripped the scalding hot gun barrel tightly, his undershirt soaked with cold sweat.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, a surge of extreme frustration and murderous intent welled up inside him from having his plans ruined.

The sudden intrusion of this ordinary person abruptly cut short his best chance to deliver the decisive blow.

Now there's an extra pair of eyes in the elevator. If he were to draw his gun, this ordinary person might be terrified and scream, or even lunge at him out of survival instinct in the confined space.

Even a second of entanglement would cause him to completely miss the chance to kill Old Scar.

But he had no way out.

The elevator indicator light mercilessly jumped from "2" to "1," and Da Liu and the officers on high alert were standing guard outside the door on the first floor. If that iron door opened, his entire family would be doomed.

The last trace of police apprehension in Wu Jianming's eyes vanished completely, replaced by pure, beast-like ferocity.

Brother, I'm sorry.

If you have to blame someone, blame your bad luck for entering this elevator to the underworld at this crucial moment.