Chapter 24 Duan Jun
The police station received a call.
A terrorist attack occurred in the Black and White Apartment.
Some terrorists were throwing grenades wildly on the sixth floor, causing the entire building to shake.
The public security in the old city is very poor. The reason is that the foundation has not allocated enough funds to the old city. There are not many policemen here, and there are no advanced gadgets such as Robocop produced by the Suzuki Foundation.
Even so, terrorist attacks are big things.
Several police cars came roaring and stopped downstairs of the black and white apartment building.
The door of the leading car opened, and an old man and a young boy got out of the car.
Two men were wearing bulletproof vests and had pistols on their waists. One of them was over fifty years old and looked decadent.
His name is Yang Dehai, and he is a senior superintendent of the Old Town Police Station.
One of them seemed to be very young and had just joined the police station. There was still a righteous look on his face that had not been worn away by reality.
His name is Duan Jun, a trainee policeman.
Standing in front of the car looking towards the apartment building.
The windows on the sixth floor were shattered and the walls were cracked, with billowing black smoke still lingering, drifting out of the windows into the night sky.
But the sound of the explosion has disappeared.
The terrorist who threw the grenade seemed to have run away.
"It's good to run away, kid, follow me and clean up the mess."
Yang Dehai said this, waved at Duan Jun, took out his pistol and walked into the building.
Duan Jun followed closely with a serious look.
The two walked into the building. The corridor was pitch black. They climbed up the stairs. When they reached the fourth floor, they could see cracks on the wall.
The intensity of this terrorist attack was not small.
When they reached the fifth floor, the stairs had even collapsed. The two of them climbed up to the sixth floor by forming a human wall. All they saw were broken walls and ruins. Several rooms had been blown down, and it seemed that many people were affected. It was unknown how many casualties there were.
“You’re finally here.”
A sound suddenly rang out in the corridor.
Duan Jun turned on the flashlight and shone it into the darkness, and saw a tall, thin, naked young man sitting on two piled-up corpses, playing with his cell phone out of boredom.
This scene made Duan Jun's eyes twitch and Yang Dehai narrowed his eyes.
Because the two bodies under the young man had been destroyed beyond recognition - they seemed to have been hit head-on by countless grenades, with their limbs broken and burned black. This strange young man just sat there, his skin turning black and red.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you daydreaming about?"
The young man spoke again and finally woke up Yang Dehai and Duan Jun.
Two pistols were pointed at Xia Lin, who chuckled and raised his hands helplessly.
"Listen, police, I was the one who called the police, I was the one who killed the man, and I was the one who threw the grenade."
"Yes, I should be the terrorist in the call to the police. I will turn myself in now. Let's put on the silver bracelet first. I will go to the police station with you to rest and get some sleep."
Xia Lin gritted his teeth and looked towards his apartment.
There was no doubt that the apartment had been bombed... Xia Lin had no place to sleep tonight.
Thinking of this, Xia Lin turned around and smiled.
"Your police station has beds, right?"
…
"Name!"
"Xia Lin."
"age!"
"Twenty-three."
"identity!"
"A jobless vagrant... well, you could also say a reserve fierce warrior."
The words "vicious warrior" made Yang Dehai and Duan Jun look up and glance at Xia Lin.
At this moment, Xia Lin had changed into clean clothes.
But his thin figure really doesn't look like that of a fierce warrior.
Just then Xia Lin yawned, causing Duan Jun to frown.
He doesn't like Xia Lin.
Because from the very beginning, this person showed disrespect for the law and law enforcement officers.
In his words, going to the police station was not like surrendering to the law, but more like finding a hotel.
For him, killing people and destroying buildings did not seem like a crime, but more like an everyday behavior like eating and drinking.
"So are you done asking questions? If you're done, help me find a bed so I can take a nap. I won't be idle from now on."
Duan Jun was so angry that he laughed.
"What do you think this place is, kid? Huh? "
Xia Lin raised his eyebrows: "Police station, where else can this be? So there are beds, right?"
Duan Jun: "You fucking killed someone..."
Xia Lin nodded: "Yes, I killed two."
Duan Jun: "Five! Five!"
"Oh, oh, that makes five. But I didn't mean to kill the other three."
Duan Jun's face became redder and redder.
He really wanted to slap Xia Lin in the face.
However, Yang Dehai just sighed slightly.
"From the Beifeng Group?"
Xia Lin looked at Yang Dehai and smiled.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
"It's from Beifeng Martial Arts School."
"But what you said is not wrong."
Yang Dehai had no expression on his face, and continued like a cold machine: "The identities of the deceased have been found out. One is Li Zaishui, the leader of the Zaishui Gang. The other is Huang Yue, a retired fierce warrior who has fought 12 low-level fierce warrior competitions and 1 mid-level fierce warrior competition."
After saying that, he shook his head, too lazy to say anything else.
He just pulled Duan Jun and stood up to leave.
Suddenly Xia Lin's voice was heard again.
"bed."
Duan Jun was furious and was about to reach out his hand, but Yang Dehai had already arrived and grabbed Duan Jun.
He still had no expression on his face. He just looked at Xia Lin and squeezed out four words from between his teeth.
"To the lounge."
Duan Jun was stunned.
Xia Lin smiled.
He stood up in handcuffs and walked to Duan Jun.
"Lead the way, what are you waiting for?"
Duan Jun didn't understand the current situation. He turned around and was about to ask his senior about the situation, but he saw Yang Dehai had already walked out of the interrogation room, his back becoming more hunched.
These two sentences fell into Duan Jun's ears.
"Listen to me."
"Listen to him too."
…
In a small lounge.
Duan Jun sat in front of the bed and looked at Xia Lin who was handcuffed on the bed.
A slight snoring sound was heard.
Xia Lin seemed to have really fallen asleep.
Thinking of the five lives that died in the building and seeing Xia Lin's sleeping face, Duan Jun felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife.
"What happened to this world!?"
However, the words were not said by Duan Jun, but by Xia Lin who was lying on the bed.
Duan Jun was startled and looked at Xia Lin, only to find that Xia Lin had opened his eyes and was grinning at him.
The look in his eyes was a little evil, and the smile was a little weird.
"I'm dubbing for you, telling you what's in your heart." Xia Lin said with a smile, then retracted his gaze, looked at the ceiling, and continued: "The dead lie in the cold morgue, but the murderer can lie in the comfortable lounge of the police station."
"And it is foreseeable that the murderer will not be punished by law."
"No, you are wrong." Duan Jun said coldly: "You will definitely be punished by the law."
Xia Lin smiled and shook his head: "Actually, no."
"Child, you think too little and your ideas are too idealistic."
He sat up from the bed and moved closer to Duan Jun, which made Duan Jun instinctively step back, trying to distance himself from Xia Lin: "I'm older than you."
He said this, but Xia Lin shook his head again: "When I call you a child, I'm not referring to your age, but to your understanding of social rules."
Looking at the young policeman in front of him who still had light in his eyes, Xia Lin sighed softly and spoke slowly.
"Let me tell you briefly what happens next."
He glanced at the digital clock on the wall.
"After all, I'm leaving soon, and we don't have much time to chat."
(End of this chapter)