Just as the dozen or so people split into two groups and walked towards the center, the armed police captain in charge of security noticed something amiss. These people exuded a faint murderous aura, and their gait suggested they were former soldiers.
One or two is one thing, but so many appearing all at once is obviously abnormal. However, he overlooked the other side, which led to a fatal hidden danger.
"Stop! Didn't you hear me? I'm calling you."
At the captain's shout, all the armed police officers instinctively looked in one direction and raised their guns.
"Stop right there, or we'll shoot!"
The captain drew his pistol, his expression tense and serious. As he shouted, the seven or eight people opposite him slowly stopped and raised their hands, which made the captain breathe a sigh of relief.
But the next second, screams and loud gunshots rang out from behind him. He turned around abruptly and saw that not far away, several of the dozen or so people had already killed the armed police and seized their guns.
"Danger, concealment, tactical counterattack!"
As more armed police officers fell, the other armed police officers reacted quickly and all took cover in the buildings on both sides, and began firing outside.
In an instant, several of the eighteen people outside also collapsed. Inside the room, patients, nurses, doctors, and their families wailed and screamed in agony. The messy corridor reeked of blood.
In the blink of an eye, at least ten people died in the exchange of fire.
This isn't a TV drama where a gunfight goes on for ages and no one gets hurt; this is reality, and it's happening in such a confined space.
"Report! Report! The seventeenth floor is under attack! Under attack! Requesting backup!"
Outside the hospital, sirens blared and a large number of riot police began to storm into the hospital.
On the seventeenth floor, the armed police captain thought he could rely on the different rooms in the hospital to hold out and wait for reinforcements. Unfortunately, he didn't know that the dozen or so men he was with were all prepared to die.
Just after the captain called for backup, the enemy launched an attack. They even used their teammates' bodies as shields to forcibly clear every room, almost risking their lives.
This style of play is too aggressive.
At this moment, Zhang Yujun and Chen Qingzhi, having been detained for a long time, were unaware of what was happening outside. Hearing the gunfight, they were terrified.
Under such an offensive, the armed police officers and soldiers kept retreating and were completely unable to stop their advance.
"Everyone must gather around the ward to protect the target at all costs."
The captain's hands were trembling. He had been a soldier his whole life, and this was the first time he had ever fought like this.
But the very next second after he finished speaking, several violent explosions rang out around the room.
A grenade flew into the target's room, and a soldier immediately pounced on it.
"Xiao Fei..."
The captain shouted and began to fire back relentlessly. Gunshots and explosions filled the air, turning the entire seventeenth floor into a battlefield, a scene of utter carnage.
Of the eighteen assassins, only eight remained. They attacked the room opposite the ward. At that moment, there were six armed police officers in Chen Qingzhi's ward, including the captain.
Meanwhile, a large number of footsteps sounded on both sides of the corridor. The captain was overjoyed; the support troops had arrived.
The eight men heard footsteps, exchanged glances, and then made a resolute expression. Four of them, armed with guns, charged in without regard for their lives. Gunshots rang out, grenades exploded, and then the last four men were killed.
Inside the ward, as the smoke dissipated and the ruins lay in ruins, the captain gasped for breath, blood seeping from his body.
A man riddled with bullets looked resentfully at his wounded but not dead target and slowly collapsed. On the hospital bed lay several armed police officers.
They risked their lives to protect several criminals.
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The attack on the hospital put the entire joint command center on edge. Although the news was suppressed immediately, someone had to be held accountable for such a serious mistake.
As the commander-in-chief, Chen Jianliang, the deputy secretary of the provincial party committee, naturally had an unshirkable responsibility to shoulder it; no one else could bear it.
The consequence would be that he might remain in the position of provincial party secretary for several more years, or even be unable to hold it at all.
One hundred kilometers away from Chengdu and Chongqing, there is a famous scenic spot, Jinlin Snow Mountain.
This mountain is 4,700 meters high, covered in snow, with glaciers that never melt. From the foot of the mountain to the halfway point, large areas of maple trees are golden, hence the name Jinlin Snow Mountain.
At the foot of Jinlin Snow Mountain, in a permanently controlled area, an old man is talking to a middle-aged man.
Corruption is like a bat, only able to dance in the dark; while justice is like a flower, only able to bloom in the sunlight.
"A judge once said something like this. Do you think he made a valid point?"
Chen Qingzhi wiped his sniper rifle, glancing occasionally at the city lights in the distance. He knew that justice was blossoming at that moment.
The old man watched the middle-aged man cleaning his gun, but there was no fear in his eyes. He took a puff of the pipe he had lit, and beneath his aged face were a pair of wise eyes.
"What is reason? Reason is nothing more than rhetoric that aligns with the interests of the majority. Whether it's corruption, justice, black and white, good and evil, it's all just a matter of the winner taking all and the loser being condemned. In the end, it's all just about getting one result."
Chen Qingzhi put down his sniper rifle and took out a cigarette to smoke.
"As the old saying goes, 'If a man doesn't look out for himself, he'll be punished by heaven and earth.' I, Chen Qingzhi, was born in the countryside. When I was weak, I was bullied, and they told me that suffering a loss is a blessing. When I dared to fight back, they told me that patience brings peace. When I became strong, they told me to be tolerant of others."
"Fuck you, why should I?"
"I've suffered too much and I'm afraid of it all, so what's wrong with arranging good jobs for everyone in my hometown so they can live a decent life? What's wrong with me climbing to this position and protecting them from the wind and rain?"
"Good and evil, black and white, it's all bullshit. It's just a matter of choosing the wrong side. But it's impossible for me, Chen Qingzhi, to just surrender like this. When I'm a good person, those bad people bully me. When I'm a bad person, those good people judge me. Tell me, what is black and white?"
Judging from Chen Qingzhi's words and expression, the old man knew that he was extremely unsettled.
The old saying, "If a man doesn't look out for himself, heaven and earth will punish him," doesn't apply to you. Its true meaning is that if you don't cultivate your virtue and strengthen your character, you will ultimately fail. In other words, if you don't cultivate yourself, you will be rejected by heaven and earth.
"In my life, although I have read a few books and seen a few scenes, I am still not a poor old man. You are now in a high position, and you should think more about many things."
Chen Qingzhi threw away his cigarette butt and stood up.
The cold wind howled and demons danced wildly in the mountains.
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