The voice was familiar. Even without turning around, Xiao Weiguo could easily recognize that the person calling him was Liu Changhe, the director of the county public security bureau.
He slowly turned around, his face solemn as he looked in the direction from which the sound came.
Liu Changhe stood there, dressed in a crisp police uniform, his face grave.
However, in stark contrast to his imposing police uniform was his already dark face, which now appeared even more somber and dark with anger and anxiety, as if shrouded in a thick layer of dark clouds.
It should be noted that although Xiaotun is relatively far from the county seat, it is still under Liu Changhe's jurisdiction.
Such a serious incident, with its egregious nature and extremely negative impact, has now occurred here.
It is no exaggeration to say that, throughout the long history of Shang County since the founding of the People's Republic of China, no such serious and heinous crime has ever occurred.
As the current director of the Public Security Bureau, one can only imagine the pressure Liu Changhe is under in this situation.
"Uncle Liu, you've come too!"
Xiao Weiguo's already somewhat heavy voice now sounded as if it were weighed down by a thousand pounds, as he struggled to squeeze out those words.
At the same time, he raised his head, looked straight at Liu Changhe who was walking towards him, and forced himself to greet him.
Liu Changhe nodded solemnly, took a few steps forward, and finally stopped in front of Xiao Weiguo.
"Weiguo, I just received the news myself. After learning about this, the county bureau immediately launched a full investigation. Haibo has already led his team to the scene, so I came here first to find out the specifics."
Upon hearing this, a look of gratitude flashed across Xiao Weiguo's face, but he was more worried about Hu Zi, who was still undergoing emergency treatment in the operating room.
"Thank you for your concern, Uncle Liu. But Tiger is still being treated up there, and I'm really worried about him. I need to go up and check on him as soon as possible."
As he spoke, he turned and headed towards the stairwell.
However, at that moment, Liu Changhe suddenly called out to him: "Wait, Wei Guo."
Upon hearing the sound, Xiao Weiguo stopped and turned to look at Liu Changhe, his eyes filled with urgency.
Liu Changhe continued, "This matter is of utmost importance, and the follow-up work will definitely be very complicated. But it is precisely at times like this that you must remain calm and not be impulsive, understand?" After saying this, he stared at Xiao Weiguo with a serious expression, as if trying to see into the depths of his heart through his eyes.
Xiao Weiguo felt a chill run down his spine, knowing full well that what Liu Changhe said was true.
He nodded and said in a deep voice, "Uncle Liu, I understand. Don't worry, I will handle it well."
Before he finished speaking, he wasted no more time and hurriedly ran upstairs with Jiao Bai and Liu Ye, who were also looking anxious.
In his haste, he still waved in the direction of Liu Changhe, indicating that he understood what the other party meant.
Outside the operating room on the third floor, the atmosphere was so heavy it was suffocating.
A young man covered in blood sat blankly like a statue on a bench opposite the operating room.
His body trembled slightly, as if he had not yet recovered from the terrifying scene he had just witnessed.
Xiao Jian's eyes were bloodshot, but his gaze was fixed on the tightly closed glass door.
It's as if you can see through this door the figure inside battling death.
His clothes were already soaked in blood, but Xiao Jian himself was not injured in the slightest.
It was Tiger who, with his selfless courage, kept him inside the house.
He quickly grabbed a pair of large iron pliers, about a meter long, and firmly clamped the doorknob, making it impossible for Xiao Jian to break through the door.
Xiao Jian knew very well that for Hu Zi, who was in dire straits at the time, that huge iron clamp might be the only weapon he could use to protect his life.
However, Tiger did not choose to use it to protect himself. Instead, he resolutely used it to block the door, successfully blocking Xiao Jian and thus saving his friend's life.
At this moment, the shocking bloodstains on Xiao Jian's body were all from the numerous wounds on Hu Zi's body that had been flowing out while he was escorting Hu Zi.
Every drop of blood represents the bond between brothers.
As Xiao Jian personally carried the severely injured and dying Hu Zi onto the stretcher and watched him being wheeled into the operating room, a miracle occurred—Hu Zi, who had been in a coma, suddenly woke up as if in a final burst of energy.
With great difficulty, he raised one hand, gripped Xiao Jian's wrist tightly, and with the last ounce of strength in his body, uttered his final words to Xiao Jian.
"Brother Jian, you must tell my master that I haven't let him down. I can do it too! I'll protect my brothers with my own life..."
Tiger closed his only eye forever, just as a candle had burned out its last flame.
"Xiao Jian!" Xiao Weiguo stared wide-eyed at the blood-soaked figure before him, his face filled with terror, and he couldn't help but cry out in alarm.
Xiao Jian's clothes were stained with blood so much that their original color was no longer visible.
Although he couldn't see the wound, Xiao Weiguo's heart sank. Without hesitation, he strode forward and ran towards his younger brother like a whirlwind.
"elder brother……"
Xiao Jian, who had been clenching his fists tightly and grinding his teeth, finally broke down like a broken string on a zither the moment he saw his older brother.
He was like a child who had suffered countless grievances and hardships, suddenly seeing his closest parents.
All the emotions that had been building up inside him for so long—the endless helplessness, the deep sorrow, the burning anger, and the deep concern for his friend Tiger's life—surged out like a flood bursting its banks in that instant, and he could no longer hold back.
He clutched his head limply with both hands, tears streaming down his face like a burst dam, and he wailed loudly.
His once upright body was now as limp as a ball of cotton with no support, slowly sliding off the chair and finally collapsing to the ground.
After all, he's only eighteen years old!
Although he is considered an adult, strictly speaking, he is still just a naive child.
How could anyone have ever personally experienced such a bloody and terrifying scene?
"Brother, Tiger... he's dying! Those heartless bastards killed so many of us! They had guns, and there was blood everywhere..."
While crying, Xiao Jian incoherently recounted everything that had just happened to his brother. His whole body trembled uncontrollably from extreme fear and grief, like a leaf shivering in the wind.
"Tell me, what's wrong with Tiger?"
While gently patting his younger brother's shoulder to comfort him, Xiao Weiguo asked in a deep voice.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
