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

"bite--"

The elevator emitted a crisp beep, announcing that we had arrived at the first floor.

The weathered iron gate emitted a dull mechanical grinding sound as it slowly slid open to both sides.

Outside, the lights in the emergency room corridor on the first floor were extremely glaring. Da Liu, along with four or five fully armed police officers, were standing guard at the elevator entrance, ready for action.

"Captain Wu, clear this area..."

Da Liu's words were cut short as if his vocal cords had been severed, leaving them stuck in his throat.

The elevator doors were fully open.

What was presented to all the city police officers was not a smooth escort of a serious criminal at all.

Instead, a strange man wearing a wool sweater was gripping the neck of their criminal police captain, Wu Jianming, with one hand, as if he were carrying a tattered sack, slamming him against the wall of the elevator car!

Wu Jianming's face was purplish-red, his eyes bulged out, and his legs, which were dangling in the air, were still trembling slightly in pain.

The Type 54 pistol, which represented the identity and power of the criminal police captain, lay forlornly under the wheels of the ambulance.

The air seemed to freeze completely in that instant.

"Hold!"

Da Liu was the first to react, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot. He swiftly drew his sidearm from his waist, the dark muzzle pointing directly at Zhao Shanhe's forehead.

"Don't move!"

"Let go of Captain Wu! Put your hands up!"

A series of chilling metallic scraping sounds erupted as four or five dark gun barrels were simultaneously raised outside the door, completely blocking the narrow elevator.

A tense roar suddenly erupted in the corridor.

Faced with this deadly formation that could go off at any moment, Zhao Shanhe's chiseled face showed not a trace of panic.

His deep eyes swept indifferently over the row of dark gun barrels outside the door, and he released his large, iron-like hand.

Then, he slowly took half a step back, retreating to the deepest corner of the carriage, and gently raised his hands above his head.

"Bang!"

Losing his support, Wu Jianming slammed heavily onto the floor of the elevator car like a lump of mud.

Fresh air rushed into his lungs, which were on the verge of bursting. Wu Jianming clutched his almost crushed throat with both hands and burst into a violent, heart-wrenching cough.

"Cough cough... vomit..."

He coughed until his face was covered in snot and tears, and he almost vomited up the acid in his stomach. He curled up on the cold steel plate like a dying wild dog, looking extremely pathetic.

But even in this extreme pain, Wu Jianming's brain was working frantically.

The plan to silently silence them in the elevator has completely failed.

The elevator doors were wide open, and Da Liu and the police officers outside were on high alert. As long as this flatbed truck was pushed out, Old Scar would survive under the heavy protection of the Municipal Bureau, but the lives of his entire family would be completely lost.

Old Scar must die! That's the highest priority!

Now, unless the waters are completely muddied and a false impression of a firefight or shootout is created, it's unlikely to succeed.

Or rather, in this seemingly hopeless situation, he saw a glimmer of hope!

If he could take advantage of the chaos to shoot Old Scar in the head, and then pin all the blame on this mysterious man, he could completely confirm the other man's identity as an "assassin."

This way, not only will the hidden danger of Old Scar be eliminated, but he might not only avoid death, but the deadly threat from Chen Jianguo can also be removed at the same time!

Thinking of this, Wu Jianming's bloodshot eyes instantly flashed with an extremely manic and sinister glint.

He gripped the metal wheel of the flatbed cart tightly with his left hand, and with all his might, like a starving wolf at the end of its rope, he lunged at the Type 54 pistol that had fallen into the shadows.

His rough palm gripped the cold gun handle tightly.

As Wu Jianming got up from the ground, he subtly and ruthlessly flipped his wrist.

The dark muzzle of the gun wasn't aimed at Zhao Shanhe in the corner at all, but directly at the head of the unconscious Old Scar on the flatbed.

At the same time, he let out a shrill, ghostly roar at Liu outside the door:

"He's a hitman! He's trying to steal the gun and kill the suspect!"

"Fire! Protect the suspect!!!"

Wu Jianming's index finger gripped the trigger without hesitation.

In the brief moment when he was about to pull the trigger, less than a tenth of a second had passed.

Zhao Shanhe, who was standing in the corner with his hands raised and seemed to have completely given up resisting, suddenly moved.

His towering upper body didn't even sway, and his hands remained perfectly still raised in the air. But his right leg, with an abnormally terrifying explosive force, like a steel whip pulled from the ground, slammed into the metal chassis of the emergency stretcher with extreme precision and ferocity.

"Bang!"

The emergency stretcher has extremely smooth medical casters underneath.

The heavy flatbed carrying Old Scar was kicked by this terrifying force, like a cannonball that had been fired. With the huge inertia of several hundred kilograms, it smashed through Wu Jianming's right arm that he had just raised, and then, without slowing down, it rushed out of the open elevator door!

"Bang!"

A shot rang out.

But the bullet that should have shattered Old Scar's head was completely out of sight due to the violent impact on his arm. It grazed Old Scar's bandaged ear and embedded itself firmly in the steel plate on the top of the car with a "thud," sending up a string of dazzling sparks.

The immense recoil combined with the brutal impact of the flatcar caused Wu Jianming's entire right arm to go numb with pain instantly. His Type 54 pistol flew out of his hand and crashed into the corner of the elevator with a "clang".

Outside the door, it was complete chaos.

"Get out of the way!"

Before Liu and the police officers outside the elevator could react, they saw an ambulance carrying people speeding out of the elevator like a mad bull.

"Bang! Crash!"

Liu, who was standing at the front, and two police officers were knocked over by the flatbed cart, which weighed several hundred kilograms. They were thrown to the ground, guns and all.

The flatbed cart ran over Da Liu's calf and slid forward several meters before finally coming to a stop after crashing hard into the load-bearing wall across the corridor.

The unconscious Old Scar was jolted in the car by the shock, but he remained firmly handcuffed to the railing, completely unharmed. In fact, by sheer coincidence, he escaped Wu Jianming's control and fell directly into the outer police's security net.

The deafening gunshots and the sudden impact sent the entire emergency room corridor into complete chaos.

"Don't move! Everyone, don't move! Put your hands up, or I'll shoot!"

Ignoring the excruciating pain in his calf, Da Liu, who was lying on the ground, got up, raised his gun, and roared with bloodshot eyes.

Several police officers scrambled to their feet, and the dark muzzles of their guns instantly locked onto the elevator car.

But the scene inside the elevator made the group of armed police officers freeze for a moment.

Wu Jianming collapsed to the ground like a dead dog with its cramps pulled out, clutching his right arm in spasms.

The terrifying man who, just a minute ago, had lifted their captain into the air with one hand like a demon, was now quietly leaning against the deepest corner of the carriage.

He showed no sign of resistance, raising his hands above his head with utmost respect.

Da Liu's palms were covered in cold sweat as he gripped the gun.

He glanced at the heavy flatbed cart in the corridor, its wheels deformed from the collision, then at the man in the corner with his arms raised and a calm expression, before finally fixing his gaze on Wu Jianming, who was slumped on the ground.

The intuition of a veteran detective with years of experience sent a chill down Da Liu's spine.

Not right.

Although the man in the wool sweater was incredibly skilled, he had clearly already raised his hands in surrender and completely given up resisting.

Without any imminent threat, why did Captain Wu suddenly act like a madman, recklessly lunging at the pistol on the ground and even shouting that he wanted to kill him outright?

What chilled Liu to the bone was that when Captain Wu lunged at the gun, he was shouting, "He's going to grab the gun and kill the suspect!" But just a moment before the flatbed cart was kicked away, Captain Wu's dark gun barrel wasn't even aimed at the man in the corner.

On the contrary... he kept hitting the old scars on the flatbed cart!

An absurd, even chilling, thought suddenly popped into Liu's mind: What exactly was Captain Wu trying to do? Was he aiming to kill the attacker on the other side, or the hardened criminal Old Scar on the flatbed truck?!

Da Liu's breath hitched for half a second, but he forcibly suppressed this extremely dangerous thought.

The current situation leaves him no time to think; Old Scar's safety is the top priority.

"Get the suspect under control! Help Captain Wu up!" Da Liu gritted his teeth and gave the order, cautiously approaching the elevator with his gun in hand.

Two police officers immediately pounced in like wolves, pressing down on Zhao Shanhe's shoulders from both sides. With a "snap," the cold handcuffs directly bound his hands behind his back.

Wu Jianming, who was lying on the ground, painfully raised his head and gasped for breath, like an old wolf whose strength had been drained.

Just as Zhao Shanhe was being roughly turned around by the police officers and was about to be pushed out of the elevator,

Liu's tall figure blocked the view of the other police officers outside.

In this extremely narrow and fleeting blind spot, Zhao Shanhe suddenly and discreetly lowered his eyes.

That unfathomable gaze passed over the officer's shoulder and landed precisely on Wu Jianming's face.

He didn't make a sound, and there wasn't even the slightest smile on his lips.

But Wu Jianming clearly read out two words from that extremely slow mouth movement.

General.

A chill ran down Wu Jianming's spine, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He watched helplessly as Zhao Shanhe was escorted out of the elevator by Da Liu and the others, his mind going completely blank.

Old Scar didn't die, and Chen Jianguo's secret could no longer be kept.

His earlier act of grabbing the gun to silence her had even aroused Liu's suspicion.

I've already lost...