Brother No. 11 is playing with his life

  Probationary police officer Zhou Leilei's mouth was tightly pursed, he had discovered Du Zilong's trail this morning and followed him all the way, but unexpectedly saw another person in Linlang Pavilion...

  The man with a harmless-looking smile at the corner of his mouth, the man who fell to the ground after being shot and disappeared into thin air - an enigmatic man, I hope he's safe...

  Just as he was about to do so, Xiao took a step closer to Du Zilong to eliminate the time difference caused by the distance. Just as he arrived in front of the two men, with the muzzle only inches away from Du Zilong's head, Du Zilong finally spoke up: "The door has been blocked by our car, now break open the window and let the others out."

  Xiao Rang was about to do as the other person said, but then he saw Yang Dongwen walking over with a chair in hand. With a swing of his arm, he slammed it against the window, and to Xiao Rang's surprise, the sturdy glass only cracked open a small slit.

  Xiao Jian furrowed his brow slightly, then twisted his arm and fired another shot at the window.

  Finally, with a loud crash, the entire piece of glass over two meters high fell to the ground.

  "Run!" Xiao Rang shouted at everyone.

  Everyone's spirits lifted, they first glanced at Du Zilong with fear in their eyes, then hastily ran and scrambled to escape, leaving only Yang Dongwen and Xiao Rang.

  "Dong Wen, you're leaving too." Zhao Gan's tone was firm.

  "I won't abandon my brother." Yang Dongwen replied in a firm tone.

  "Come on, don't you trust me?! Go! Don't stay here and get in the way!"

  "Brother... " I remember when we were young, going to the outskirts of the countryside to steal melons and getting caught by the old farmer many times. Each time, it was always Zhao who stood in front of me, telling my sister and me to hurry up and leave. Time flies, youth is no more, but the friendship of our youth still exists.

  Yang Dongwen nodded lightly and didn't say anything else. At the moment he left, he couldn't hold back the cold tears in his eyes anymore.

  As soon as Zhao Gang returned, when he saw him pulling out the bullet, Yang Dongwen had already guessed something... But now, Zhao Gang's temple and the muzzle were tightly attached together, a foot away was the explosive, life or death, it was a difficult question to answer.

  After the window was opened, Du Zilong pulled Zhao Gan to stick to the side, preventing himself from being exposed to the sniper's gun at a distance. Lin Rang also gritted his teeth and followed him over. At this time, if they didn't stick close to the window, people outside couldn't see the three of them inside.

  However, strange changes have occurred again!

  Zhao Gan suddenly stretched out his hand to grab towards Xiao Rang's waistband, with a speed that was almost unbelievable, and then he threw the sturdy young man who weighed around 145 pounds out of the window.

  "Run!" was the last word Xiaorong heard.

  After this word, a loud rumbling sound came, and red flames accompanied by black smoke rose into the sky, as if a fire cloud had enveloped the jewelry store. This scene made dozens of police officers and hundreds of onlookers in the distance understand one fact - the Lincang Pavilion Jewelry Store, which had always been filled with enormous wealth and attracted enormous wealth at all times, was gone forever.

  Xiao Rong exerted the last bit of strength in her body and desperately ran far away, surprisingly without getting hurt. Finally, she heavily sat down on the ground with a thud, not even noticing her girlfriend who had just rushed over, but instead stared blankly at the distant smoke-filled sky.

  。

  At the moment his belt was lifted, he heard a voice in his ear: "You still have a chance to start over."

  Director Guo let out a deep sigh, glanced at the reporters in front of Director Zhao who were speechless, and then said to Zhou Lelie: "Get in touch with the fire department and ambulance... The last hostage left behind, he is the real hero of our Pingjin City. I'm getting old..."

  Zhou Lele quietly picked up her phone, but what echoed in her ear was the voice of that rascal-like man teasing her: "Beautiful girl, where are you going in such a hurry?"

  Almost everyone who survived from Lianlang Pavilion was moved, and spontaneously learned the police's gestures, taking off their hats to pay a standard salute to Lianlang Pavilion in the sea of fire. The police began to withdraw, and next it would be the turn of the firefighters and rescue personnel. With such powerful explosion and raging flames, neither the criminals nor that selfless man could have survived.

  Liu Changchun lit a red cloud, walking silently at the back. This task made the old policeman feel very powerless. Seeing Zhou Lelie with tears in her eyes, Old Liu walked up and gently patted the little girl's shoulder. But just then, as a qualified police officer, his suspicious mind suddenly turned him around...

  All they saw was a man with yellowish hair, covered in blood and with a black face, walking towards them steadily, as if every step could shake the earth.

  "It's him!" The little policewoman clapped her hands like a child, her face full of excitement.

  Liu Changchun turned his body around, and immediately, all those who were about to leave looked straight at him...

  Zhao Gan flashed a smile at the crowd, revealing the only white thing on his body - two rows of teeth. He then pulled out a crumpled Red Tower Mountain Classic 1956 from his tattered clothes that couldn't even cover his body, straightened it with his dark hands, and habitually stuffed it into his mouth. With practiced ease, he pulled out a lighter and clicked it several times, but to no avail, unable to produce any flames.

  It seems that Zhao felt a bit embarrassed, and he smiled at the crowd, his expression asking: "Brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts, who can lend me a fire?"

  Old Liu walked up quickly, first shaking hands with Zhao Gan enthusiastically, then handing over a lighter that cost one yuan. Zhao Gan didn't say thank you, and lit his cigarette by himself, taking a deep drag, then slowly exhaling the smoke, but suddenly, the two fingers holding the cigarette butt relaxed, and the cigarette, which had only been smoked for a third of its length, fell to the ground.

  。

  Liu Changchun's experience was so rich that he quickly supported Zhao Gan, who was about to fall to the ground, and then looked again, only to find that his eyes were already closed. Old Liu's heart was anxious, both hands were used at the same time, one hand reached out to the pulse, the other hand leaned towards the nose.

  It's okay, although weak, should not die.

  "Hey, ambulance! Can't you drive any slower?" It's been many years since Old Liu cursed in public.

  About twenty minutes later, Zhao Gang was finally sent to the hospital. He lay on the stretcher with his eyes tightly closed, his breathing sometimes rapid and sometimes slow, shouting loudly at times and muttering to himself at other times, but only two words could be heard: "Dad" and "Mom".

  Liu Changchun, Zhou Leilei, and Yang Dongwen all came together. In the entire Pingjin City, only Yang Dongwen knew what his brother had gone through before leaving Pingjin. He couldn't help but let out a light sigh, and due to his anxious mood, his eyes were already filled with bloodshot veins.

  Zhou Lelai's face was calm, and after a brief excitement, she had returned to the composure that a police officer's daughter should have. Unbeknownst to her, she carefully pushed the stretcher while bringing her ear close to Zhao Gan, who was sleeping soundly.

  "Comrade, could you stop for a moment?"

  The hospital porter looked at Zhou Lelai's police uniform and stopped the stretcher.

  The voice was too faint, and Zhou Lele almost stuck her head tightly to Zhao Gan's body before she found the source of the sound. She reached out and felt around in a burnt-out pocket, and amazingly, it was a mobile phone!

  The screen above shows an incoming call prompt... It's a local landline number.

  After hesitating for a moment, Zhou Lere handed the mobile phone that she didn't know if it was still usable to Yang Dongwen, indicating that the caregiver could leave.

  Zhao Gang used a Nokia phone that cost 200 yuan, which he bought after returning to Pingjin. The domestic multi-functional mobile phone he originally used had problems and he didn't have much money in his hands, so he first bought a yellow frequency Nokia as a temporary solution. Since Android systems occupied the market in 2011, the entire mobile phone industry has undergone a stormy reform. Almost all major mobile phone brands have adopted the Android smart system, including domestic manufacturers such as Huawei, China Telecom, and Tianyu. At the same time, Apple's iPhone sales on the mainland reached an unprecedented level, while Symbian Nokia, which was once the most popular, became the biggest loser.

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