"He should still be alive! Go and hold him down! Don't let him die!"
The person who fired the shot was Meng Zetian. When he realized that Lao Zou was about to escape, he decisively shot and broke his leg.
As soon as Meng Zetian finished speaking, the people around him rushed forward and surrounded the person on the ground.
Li Shuo took a deep breath and strode after him.
"Section Chief Li, you're usually so proactive, why are you dawdling today?"
Meng Zetian walked over, his dark, deep eyes fixed on Li Shuo, his tone casually probing: "Are you afraid of running into someone you know?"
Li Shuo forcibly controlled his neck, forcing a smile to appear on his face, his eyes revealing no emotion: "That's because Captain Meng's entourage is bigger. I wanted to get to the front and claim credit, but I couldn't find a chance to squeeze in."
"Oh, I see..."
Meng Zetian didn't press further, nor did he say whether he believed him or not. He simply walked over to Lao Zou, squatted down, and then raised the gun barrel to Lao Zou's face: "I'll give you a chance today. If you're willing to identify someone, maybe I'll make things a little easier for you later."
However, Lao Zou didn't even flinch; his gaze remained fixed on Meng Zetian's face, and then he gave a slight smile.
The next moment, a large amount of blood gushed from his mouth and nose, spraying directly all over Meng Zetian.
Li Shuo instinctively stepped forward, then steadied himself and pulled Meng Zetian up, his voice filled with concern: "Captain Meng! Are you alright? Be careful of these people. If they have any dangerous items on them, we'll all be in danger!"
The person next to him immediately stepped forward and kicked Old Zou hard, knocking him to the ground.
Meng Zetian stared at the person on the ground, a bad premonition already in his heart. Before he could call a car to take the person to the hospital, Old Zou on the ground laughed three times and spat blood at Meng Zetian again: "You son of a bitch, I'm waiting for you to die—"
Then his head lolled to the side, and he stopped breathing completely.
Those eyes remained fixed on Meng Zetian until the very end.
—Until his last breath, Lao Zou didn't dare to give Li Shuo a single glance.
He feared that his eyes would uncontrollably reveal his emotions after he died, and that his final gaze would arouse suspicion in Li Shuo.
These two old friends and longtime partners, without saying goodbye or even exchanging a glance, were separated by death and could never see each other again.
What was Li Shuo thinking at that moment?
Is it a heart full of hatred, a heart full of anger, or an uncontrollable sorrow?
Li Shuo didn't know what he was thinking either.
He just stood there numbly, watching Meng Zetian reprimand the people around him.
"Haven't I told you countless times that when you catch someone, you must search them first, especially inside their mouth? Did you idiots just ignore what I said?"
Meng Zetian was furious that the duck he had almost caught had died, and he grabbed the person next to him and roared loudly.
The men who had been yelled at exchanged glances, then shrank back and whispered in their defense, "We really checked, there's nothing in his mouth..."
"Nothing, nothing!"
Meng Zetian, holding one person's hat, slapped several people's heads with a mixture of insult and venting his anger, his expression extremely cold and fierce.
In the end, Li Shuo composed himself and went to Meng Zetian's side to speak up for his subordinates: "This guy probably took poison before he came. Judging from his appearance, he probably came here with the determination to die. Captain Meng, calm down. Let's think about how to explain this to the higher-ups!"
"Oh--"
Meng Zetian brushed Li Shuo's hand away, put the gun in his other hand back into its holster, his eyes seemed to be filled with knives, and his tone was cold and hard: "You and Bai Mingchuan, you'd better behave yourselves. I'll be keeping an eye on you!"
Then he directed his men and left without looking back.
Li Shuo stood there, watching the people get into the car and drive away, his hands slowly clenching into fists.
The surrounding crowd returned to its previous state, with people hurrying to and fro. Only the pool of blood on the ground silently testified that someone had lost their life.
Li Shuo looked up at the darkening sky, trying hard to suppress his sadness, and managed only a forced smile.
It was at this moment that Li Shuo solidified his next course of action—
Meng Zetian must die!
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