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

The atmosphere in the cadre ward on the top floor of the emergency building was extremely oppressive.

Liu stood ramrod straight in front of Li Yuanchao and Old Song, his police uniform back completely soaked with cold sweat.

He took a deep breath and recounted everything that had happened at the elevator entrance on the first floor, as well as the chilling guess in his mind.

"Director Li, Elder Song, it's not that I doubt my old leader. Captain Wu usually leads his brothers through thick and thin, but what happened in the elevator is just too strange."

Da Liu swallowed hard, his voice trembling, yet still retaining the stubbornness of a detective. "That man in the sweater had clearly surrendered and was no longer a threat. Even if he had attacked a police officer earlier, Captain Wu shouldn't have rushed over and opened fire when the situation was completely under our control, ignoring all the civilians around him."

Da Liu kept his head down and gritted his teeth as he continued, "I've already had my most reliable brothers secretly check the ballistics in the elevator. If Captain Wu was trying to kill the attacker in the corner, there's no way he would have raised his gun that high. That shot... was aimed at Old Scar on the flatbed."

The ward was deathly silent.

Liu took a deep breath, abruptly raised his head, and saluted: "For the sake of the case and the safety of the serious offender, I believe that regardless of whether Captain Wu has suffered a mental breakdown due to trauma or if there are other hidden circumstances, he should be immediately isolated and investigated! At the same time, the attacker should be thoroughly interrogated!"

After giving his report in one breath, Liu awaited Liu's thunderous wrath.

However, to his surprise, Li Yuanchao behind the desk did not slam the table.

The weathered Director Li simply leaned back in his chair, utterly exhausted, and let out a long sigh.

Old Song's face was ashen, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out two words through gritted teeth: "Beast."

"Alright, Liu, you're very perceptive, you did the right thing."

Li Yuanchao waved his hand, his voice carrying an undeniable authority, "Go and bring that 'attacker' here. Remember, bring him directly here. No one is allowed to interrogate him, and no one is allowed to touch a single hair on his head."

Da Liu froze, looking up with a bewildered expression: "Director Li, what about Captain Wu's side..."

"Send two of your most reliable brothers to the orthopedic debridement room on the second floor to keep an eye on him and take his sidearm off."

Li Yuanchao closed his eyes, concealing the deep heartache and exhaustion in them. "Tell him that the Municipal Bureau's Discipline Inspection Commission has taken over his case."

"Yes!" Da Liu was startled and quickly left the ward.

Five minutes later.

The door to the VIP ward was pushed open again. Zhao Shanhe, his hands handcuffed, walked in calmly.

Just as Da Liu was about to report, Li Yuanchao stood up, walked forward, took out a key from his pocket, and unlocked the cold handcuffs on Zhao Shanhe's wrists with a "click".

"Shanhe, you've been wronged." Li Yuanchao patted Zhao Shanhe's towering shoulder.

Da Liu stood aside, watching this scene with his eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

The terrifying man who almost strangled their captain in the elevator was actually one of Director Li's men!

"Alright, Liu." Li Yuanchao waved his hand and ordered in a deep voice, "You go to the second floor orthopedics department and keep an eye on Wu Jianming. No one is allowed to approach him except for the people from the Discipline Inspection Commission."

"Yes!" Suppressing his shock, Da Liu stood at attention, saluted, and quickly left, closing the door behind him.

Only three people remained in the ward.

Li Yuanchao sat back on the sofa, utterly exhausted, and let out a long sigh.

"Shanhe, thankfully you were there in the end, managing to salvage the situation." The old bureau chief, weathered by life's storms, had a deep sense of heartache and lingering fear in his eyes. "I never imagined that Wu Jianming, such a good comrade who had followed me through thick and thin, would also be infiltrated by Chen Jianguo. Today, we almost lost everything."

Zhao Shanhe rubbed his wrist, which was marked with red welts. The coldness in his face, which had been sharpened by a knife and axe, faded, replaced by a look of weariness and helplessness after the confrontation.

"I never expected it to turn out like this." Zhao Shanhe leaned against the wall and let out a long sigh. "I was just being cautious, pretending to be a family member and going in as a precaution. If nothing happened, the handover would have been peaceful. But if there really was a mole... unfortunately, this time bomb still exploded in the elevator."

"Sigh..." Li Yuanchao closed his eyes, concealing the tears welling up within them. "Sugar-coated bullets, they seep in everywhere. What exactly did Chen Jianguo have that he could drive him to this point..."

Meanwhile, on the second floor of the emergency building, in the orthopedic debridement room.

The doctor had just finished putting a cast on Wu Jianming and left; the wound cleaning room was deathly silent.

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

Liu walked in with a livid face, followed by two fully armed police officers.

Wu Jianming sat on the cold operating table, his right arm draped around his neck, looking like a soulless walking corpse, and slowly raised his head.

Looking at the old captain he once admired most, Da Liu's eyes reddened, and he gritted his teeth as he spoke: "Captain Wu, Director Li has ordered that your case be taken over by the Municipal Bureau's Discipline Inspection Commission. They need to take your service weapon off first."

Wu Jianming neither got angry nor struggled.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Da Liu, and then he suddenly gave a very bitter laugh.

"You checked the bullet marks on the elevator ceiling, right?" Wu Jianming's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed.

Da Liu shuddered, clenching his teeth and avoiding Wu Jianming's gaze: "Captain Wu, don't put me in a difficult position. Hand over your weapon."

"Good, very good. You're very perceptive; you're a good candidate to be a criminal investigator."

Wu Jianming nodded with a wry smile, and with great difficulty used his left hand to unholster the gun at his waist, placing the Type 54 pistol on the tray beside him.

Da Liu stepped forward and picked up the heavy sidearm.

"Big Liu, let the brothers stand guard outside the door."

Wu Jianming gave Da Liu a deep look. "Leave me alone. I'm not going anywhere until the Discipline Inspection Commission arrives."

Da Liu gripped the gun tightly, glanced at Wu Jianming who was utterly dejected, and finally nodded before turning to leave.

"Da Liu".

Just as Da Liu was about to step out the door, Wu Jianming's extremely hoarse voice came from behind him.

Da Liu stopped walking without turning around.

"Be a good policeman."

Wu Jianming lowered his head, staring intently at the dark blue police uniform he was wearing. "Don't end up like me."

Da Liu's back stiffened suddenly, and tears welled up instantly.

He said nothing, gritted his teeth, strode out, and closed the door tightly.

The debridement room fell into complete silence.

Wu Jianming sat on the edge of the bed like a lump of mud, the police siren on his chest extremely glaring under the pale light.

Wu Jianming's bloodshot eyes slowly turned and landed on the tray where he had just fired the gun.

On the tray lay a scalpel that the nurse had just used to cut bandages and hadn't had time to put away.

Without the slightest hesitation, he reached out with his left hand in a very discreet manner and gripped the thin, cicada-wing-like blade tightly in his palm. The blade cut his palm, but he felt no pain whatsoever.

What flashed through my mind was no longer Chen Jianguo's ruthlessness, but the image of him solemnly swearing an oath before the national emblem when he first put on his police uniform.

The next second, he suddenly tilted his head back, gripped the sharp scalpel blade tightly with his left hand, and with a chilling ruthlessness and determination, aimed it at his right carotid artery and slashed down hard and mercilessly!

"Pfft!"

Scalding blood gushed out like a high-pressure water gun, staining the snow-white walls of the wound cleaning room red, and also completely staining the police siren on his chest.

Hearing a loud thud from inside, Liu, who was outside the door, felt a sudden chill in his heart and kicked the door open.

"Team Leader Wu!!!"

Amidst Da Liu's terrified screams, Wu Jianming's massive body collapsed into a pool of blood, lifeless.