Yang Xiaobei was in a state of disarray. He had multiple scrapes and bruises, and his right leg, which had barely stopped bleeding, had begun to bleed again. He was pale from the excessive blood loss. He ignored the pain, grabbed a wooden stick, and dragged his right leg out, fearing that his slowness would delay things.
Yang Xiaobei gritted his teeth, climbed to a higher place, and then saw a series of bright lights not far away.
Although Yang Xiaobei couldn't see the people's appearance, he knew and was sure that the large group of people who came were his compatriots, his colleagues, and the brothers he usually interacted with.
Yang Xiaobei really wanted to go forward and tell them not to come over, but the distance was too far and there was a wall of fire in between. Even if his legs were good now, he might not be able to make it in time, not to mention that his legs were injured.
Yang Xiaobei didn't know where Zhou Yun was hiding. He knew that if he opened his mouth, his position would be exposed and he might be shot dead by Zhou Yun.
Yang Xiaowei was feeling very conflicted at the moment. Yang Xiaobei understood that only by taking this opportunity to escape quietly could he increase his chances of escape. After all, Zhou Yun's attention was on others now.
Yang Xiaobei didn't want to die. He had lived so hard since he was a child, and he wanted to live out the rest of his life. For a moment, Yang Xiaobei wanted to live on against his conscience.
But when Yang Xiaobei turned his head to look at the dozens of lights, he couldn't move his feet. Yang Xiaobei finally took a deep breath and faced the dozens of lights with determination.
Yang Xiaobei's eyes were red: In my life, even when I was living worse than a dog, I never thought of giving up my life. But today I will not live anymore.
But in just 10 seconds, Yang Xiaobei's psychological journey experienced ups and downs, major events and major issues, from childhood love to great love, from life to death...
Yang Xiaobei thought of the can of intelligence he had forgotten in the house in a hurry. He immediately lifted up his shirt, then suddenly remembered something and put it down. Yang Xiaobei bit his left index finger and wrote three words on the stick he picked up: "Tin Can in the House".
Seeing that he was about the same distance from the police, and after making sure they could hear him, Yang Xiaobei threw the stick to the ground, letting it fall onto a rock, doing his best to preserve it. Then Yang Xiaobei put his hands to his mouth and shouted at the top of his lungs, "There's a bomb! Stay away! There's a bomb!"
Liu Jun and the others were originally very happy to hear Yang Xiaobei's voice, but when they heard his shout, they immediately stopped.
The moment Zhou Yun heard Yang Xiaobei's voice, his face really twisted.
You're the one who ruined my good thing again, you bitch, how come you have such a tough life?
Based on Yang Xiaobei's voice, Zhou Yun immediately locked onto his position, turned the gun, aimed, and fired immediately, all in one smooth movement.
As soon as Yang Xiaobei finished shouting, he immediately fell to the ground, but unfortunately he still couldn't avoid the bullet. Yang Xiaobei was shot in the upper chest.
Liu Jun and the others were shocked when they heard the gunshots, and then they panicked when they no longer heard Yang Xiaobei's voice. Everyone felt sad.
Yang Xiaobei fell into the grass, trying to grab one end of the stick with his right hand, and then could only helplessly wait for his life to slip away bit by bit.
Haha...it turns out that God doesn't favor me even once.
At the moment of waiting for death, many images flashed through Yang Xiaobei's mind, the insults and indifference of his parents, the bullying of his brothers, the contempt and ridicule of others when he was a child...his own decadence for survival, the care of his few friends...In the end, Yang Xiaobei thought of Jiang Shushu, his future wife who was once engaged to him and would get the marriage certificate in two days.
I was just a little bit away from having a home of my own, but unfortunately I will never have one. Someone like me who grew up in the gutter may not deserve happiness or a home.
I am not willing to accept this. I am so unwilling to accept this. I have been trying so hard to live, why can't God bless me unconditionally just once?
But it’s okay, luckily we didn’t get married. This is better for Shushu. She can still marry a good man, so I won’t ruin her life… Jiang Shushu, I’m sorry, I’m going to say something wrong, Jiang Shushu… Shushu… Shu… Shu…
Yang Xiaobei struggled to use his thumb to gently stroke the ring on his middle finger, with deep nostalgia in his eyes.
Yang Xiaobei was crying and was reluctant to close his eyes, even though his eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, he tried hard to keep them open, wanting to take one more look at the world. Even though everything was pitch black in front of him, he was unwilling to close his eyes, wanting to feel the world more. But no matter how hard he tried, Yang Xiaobei finally closed his eyes unwillingly.
On the other side, Jiang Shushu, who insisted on standing at the entrance of the deep alley waiting, felt inexplicably sad when the wind blew, and his eyes became moist, as if something was slowly moving away.
Jiang Shushu looked into the distance: "Yang Xiaobei, are you okay? You will be fine, right? You are usually so cunning and smart, you will definitely save your life, right? We have agreed that we will get the marriage certificate on August 1st and hold the wedding on August 2nd. You must not break your promise." Jiang Shushu thought about it, and tears still fell.
The longer Jiang Shushu waited, the more anxious and uncomfortable he became. Finally, Jiang Shushu walked into the entrance of a deep alley with a flashlight, adjusted the light to the dimmest, and then followed the footprints left by the police on the ground and walked forward.
Jiang Shushu felt that if she didn't take this trip, she would definitely regret it in her future life, so even though she knew she shouldn't follow, Jiang Shushu still followed.
Yang Xiaobei's voice exposed his position, and Zhou Yun's shooting also exposed his position.
Based on his many years of combat experience, Liu Jun immediately and decisively gave orders to divide his troops into four groups.
They searched for Yang Xiaobei based on the direction of his voice, searched for Zhou Yun based on the sound of his gunshot, secretly took a police dog to find the location of the buried explosives, and one person stood on standby with several flashlights to attract Zhou Yun's attention and buy time for the other three people.
Eventually Zhou Yun was arrested, and the bomb, which had not yet exploded, was dug out by people from the Public Security Bureau.
When Wang Bei and his men found Yang Xiaobei, seeing him covered in blood with his eyes closed, Wang Bei and his men choked up instantly and felt very uncomfortable.
Wang Bei hurried forward to check and found that Yang Xiaobei was still breathing. He immediately and simply treated his wounds, hoping to save Yang Xiaobei.
Wang Bei wanted to throw the stick out of Yang Xiaobei's mouth, but he found that Yang Xiaobei was holding it tightly. Seeing Yang Xiaobei's expression, Wang Bei immediately began to check the stick for professional reasons, and then he found three words: "House Canned Food."
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