While Hou Guoqing, Hao Weidong, and the deputy director of the municipal bureau were smoking and waiting for the news, a police officer rushed into the temporary command post and whispered something to Wang Qiang, the police chief. Wang Qiang's expression changed immediately, and a chill ran down his spine. He took a deep puff of the cigarette and said to Hou Guoqing, who was looking at him,"Chief Hou, that Audi is the special car that sent Old Yang's great-grandson to school."
Wang Qiang's tone was very special when he said the word " Elder Yang ". It was solemn and deep, filled with incomparable respect. Hou Guoqing immediately understood, and his expression became even more solemn. The veterans of the military and political circles who had passed through the snowy mountains and grasslands had almost withered. The elders of the Yang family and the Ye family were the only fruits left. The descendants of the two families were the true descendants of the red families.
" I hope his great-grandson is safe and sound," Hou Guoqing said as he lowered his head to smoke. If anything happened to the great-grandson of the old man of the Yang family, they would have to die to atone for their sins. The burning Audi in the middle of the road that could explode at any time had undoubtedly become the biggest concern in their hearts.
"Don't be afraid. It's fine as long as Uncle is here.”Xiao Bing leaned against the car and hugged the cutesy little guy who was crying sadly. He wiped the blood off his tender smile with his fingers. Xiao Bing, who used to be known as tough and strong in " Old A ", was not a man full of love and compassion. However, seeing the cutesy little guy cry sadly, he looked cute and felt pitiful.
The little guy rubbed his red and swollen eyes. Seeing that the person who saved him didn't look like a bad person, he choked for a while before crying,"Uncle, my bag is in the car... Give it to me."
Xiao Bing breathed a sigh of relief. The little guy could say that, which meant that he wasn't scared by the bloody scene. He reached out and took out a blue school bag with Mickey Mouse's head printed on it for the little guy to carry. He pointed at a row of police cars by the roadside and whispered,"Listen to Uncle, carry your bag, and run in that direction. Don't look back.”
Xiao Bing was able to " luckily " survive under He Changqing's gun, but the little guy might not be as lucky as when he ran over. He could only let the little guy leave the most dangerous place alone while he stayed behind to attract He Changqing's attention. He patted the little guy's head and said," Go, don't look back."”
"Instructor Ho, this is Xiao Bing, don't shoot!”Xiao Bing stood up with a loud roar and stared at the most suitable shooting position in the pine forest. At the same time, he pushed the little guy's back, indicating for him to run. Although the little guy was crying, he was quite smart. He grabbed his bag with both hands and ran to the police cars on the roadside. Hundreds of military officers held their breaths and focused. Their nerves were as tense as a bow. The slightest movement would cause a series of earth-shattering violent reactions.
One second…Two seconds…Three seconds. At this moment, every second that passed gave people an extremely oppressive feeling. Until the little boy reached a safe area, the pine forest was still dead silent. He Changqing did not shoot, which meant that he had not completely lost his mind. He still remembered his favorite young man in "Old A".
"Instructor Ho…I want to talk to you. Let's just talk about our comrade-in-arms and nothing else. If you think it's okay, shoot into the air.”Xiao Bing walked around the Audi and slowly made his way to the park. He wasn't trying to play any tricks that could kill him in one shot, but he really wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with someone he once respected. Even if he didn't say anything, it would be good to just lean against each other and smoke a cigarette. It would be the last journey for this old soldier who had a tragic experience.
After a few seconds of silence, Xiao Bing heard the sound of a gunshot. He strode toward the pine forest in the park with his head held high and his chest puffed out. He went straight to He Changqing's hiding spot.”The burning Audi exploded, and the hood of the car flew up more than ten meters. Xiao Bing could still feel the heat wave coming from behind him after walking for seven or eight meters. The flames made his straight figure even taller.
Behind the thick trunk of an old pine tree, He Changqing sat on the weeds with his back against the trunk. He turned a deaf ear to the explosion. Tears fell from his scarlet tiger eyes, and his hands that were holding the 81-pole were trembling.
"I deserve to die, I deserve to die!"
Xiao Bing stood quietly beside the pine tree and looked at He Changqing, who was in extreme pain. His heart twitched a few times. Three months ago, Old He went to Qin City Prison to deliver books and told him not to give up on himself. Now, he had become like this. He was extremely sad. Do you have a cigarette? I'll talk to you while smoking. I'm afraid there won't be such an opportunity in the future.”
He Changqing nodded and finally let go of the 81-bar that he had been holding for more than ten years. He took out a crumpled Hongtashan cigarette box from his pocket and threw one to Xiao Bing. He pulled out one for himself and lit up two cigarettes with a plastic lighter that cost one yuan each. He narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath."Bing Zi…Brother has committed a great sin this time, it's too late to understand. I finally experienced the feeling of a single misstep becoming an eternal regret. If you had come a little later, you might have been able to do it!"
"Don't talk about this. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. No one is perfect. It's worth it to make a mistake once in a lifetime. I've been in prison for two years, and my brother has always treated me as a good comrade.”Xiao Bing sat cross-legged on the grass and squeezed out a smile. He had never had the ambition to leave his name in history, so he naturally didn't feel ashamed to be infamy for ten thousand years.
He Changqing leaned against the tree trunk and blew out a mouthful of smoke. His painful and self-reproaching expression eased a little. Xiao Bing's words relieved a lot of his heavy psychological burden. He smiled and said,"Elder brother's parents…His wife and children had left. He hadn't seen them for more than a year…They must miss me. After smoking this cigarette…Send me on my way."
Xiao Bing looked at the sad smile on his face. It was as if his heart had been stabbed by a steel needle. His chest felt like it was pressed by a stone, and he felt suffocated. His eyes were red, and he had a thousand words to say, but he couldn't say them. He just smoked silently. After he finished smoking, Xiao Bing looked up and saw more than a dozen special police officers quietly approaching the park. He reached his right hand behind him and pulled out his pistol. Bang bang bang, he emptied fifteen bullets in the magazine in one go.
The bullets created a cloud of dust in front of the dozen special forces soldiers, stunning everyone. Li Jie, the captain of the 13th Armed Police Division, was in charge of the scene command. When he saw Xiao Bing shoot, he broke out in a cold sweat. If Xiao Bing were to go crazy again, it would undoubtedly make things worse. One of his childhood friends was an officer in the reconnaissance battalion of the field army. He had told rumors about Old A, who could destroy a reinforced platoon of conventional troops with his bare hands.
Xiao Bing stood up and angrily pointed at them.""Go back. I don't need you to interfere with my mission. I'll kill anyone who comes near me.”
After Xiao Bing vented his anger, he threw the 92 pistol on the grass. He Changqing took the opportunity to take off the colonel's epaulet while he was cursing. He looked at it deeply with regret and love. Only a true professional soldier could understand the man's feelings at this moment. He looked at it again and again, touched it again and again, and finally stuffed the epaulet into Xiao Bing's hand.
"I can't taint this thing with my blood. I'll leave it with you as a souvenir and send me on my way. Remember to aim accurately and don't miss because you can't bear to…I'll laugh at you if you have to shoot a second time.”He Changqing took out a Type 92 pistol bullet from his military backpack and threw it to Xiao Bing. It was so calm that it made one's heart ache.
" Old He." Xiao Bing choked.
"Send me on my way!" Only a soldier who had experienced countless life and death situations would have such a heroic tone. Uncle Ho looked up at Xiao Bing with a solemn expression. At this moment, Uncle Ho was the He Changqing who had killed 71 mercenaries and drug dealers at the southwest border with his bare hands.
Iron bones, soul-stirring.
Two words flashed through Xiao Bing's mind. Straighten up, stand straight, and then give a standard military salute to his old comrade. This was the last time he saluted like a soldier in his life. He bent down to pick up his gun, loaded the bullet, and pulled the trigger, aiming at his old comrade.
"Have a safe journey, brother."
The moment Xiao Bing pulled the trigger, he closed his eyes.
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