Fang Xin and Duan Cheng helped her to walk forward, Zhang Jinhai stood guard in front, and Zheng Chengrui stood behind.
This is a lengthy underground passage, with water seeping down from the ceiling, and there is also a layer of accumulated water under the feet with garbage or plastic bags floating, and rats squeak and squeak past them from time to time.
The enemy is in the dark, and I am in the light. The danger will come at an unknown time, and everyone's mental state is highly tense.
Following the mark left by Song Yuhang, we turned another corner, and there were two forked roads, one with some faint light, and the other leading to darkness.
Lin Yan paused, and the group turned to look at her. She put her arm off Duan Cheng's shoulder and stood alone.
"Duan Cheng, give me your gun."
Duan Cheng was puzzled, and was about to pull out the gun from the holster and hand it to her when Fang Xin stopped him.
"Sister Lin, you..."
"You guys go back." Lin Yan finished speaking lightly, and walked forward by himself leaning on the wall.
"I guess Bureau Feng's task for you is to save me, go back after the task is completed, and don't follow me anymore."
The Chunan case involves a lot, and she still can't figure it out. Song Yuhang has already been involved, and she doesn't want to involve other people.
Duan Cheng chased after him for two steps, and the sound of his footsteps clattering in the stagnant water: "But, how did the two of you manage to fight? You still have injuries..."
"So this is not asking you to give me your gun? It will be a burden for you to follow." Lin was so annoyed that he directly snatched the gun from his hand, loaded the bullet, and pulled the safety.
"This is my business, don't interfere."
The muzzle of the pitch-black gun slightly raised, pointing at him, Lin Yan turned his head to look at Zhang Jinhai: "Captain Zhang, take them back."
In Lin Yan's impression, Zhang Jinhai is a timid and greasy middle-aged uncle with a family, so he will definitely agree. As long as Zhang Jinhai agrees, the technical detectives will have to leave.
But what she never expected was that Zhang Jinhai stepped forward and pulled her gun away: "Your gun should be pointed at the enemy instead of your colleagues. Forensic Lin may be wrong. The task we received Not to rescue you, but to protect you and bring you back to the City Bureau safely."
Lin Yan was taken aback, but he smiled again. When he was talking, he would unconsciously suck his protruding stomach back, so that the body armor could fit more snugly. Slick tone.
"Hey, you are still one of our people in our Jiangcheng Bureau for one day, and the crime of assaulting the police is unforgivable, not to mention that I am already at this age, and I want to make some more meritorious deeds to rise up, otherwise it will be nothing I have to retire in a year."
Fang Xin also came forward to pull her: "Let's go, Sister Lin, three cobblers are as good as Zhuge Liang."
Zheng Chengrui followed: "Well, I can't do anything else, it's okay to quickly plan the most reasonable escape route."
Duan Cheng: "...Brother Zheng, shut up."
Lin Yan was dragged away: "You..."
She seemed to want to say something, but her eyes became hot, and she pursed her lips tightly, but she didn't say that sentence.
I'll protect you too, as best I can.
The group of people walked into the darkness again, and before they had gone far, they heard a loud gunshot.
At that moment, Lin Yan was like a revived beast in the forest, the exhaustion in his eyes was swept away, and he leaped over the crowd to the front.
She raised her hand: "Battle formation, Old Zheng Duancheng protects Fang Xin well, I'm in the front, and the rear... I'll leave it to Team Zhang."
Although Lin Yan has injuries, he is one of the best in terms of fighting skills and experience.
After all, Zhang Jinhai is leading the family, so it is most suitable for her to take care of her.
The others had no objection and nodded, only the sound of each other's heavy breathing was heard in the quiet atmosphere.
Duan Cheng's gun was taken away by Lin Yan, and he squeezed an electric baton in his hand, his palms were covered with cold sweat, and it was so slippery that he could hardly hold the stick.
Lin Yan smiled lightly: "Don't be afraid, anyway, if you wear a body armor, you won't die if you can't hit a vital point."
"It's easy to say, what if you get shot in the head?" A group of people walked quietly against the wall, Duan Cheng lowered his voice and asked back.
Lin Yan sneered: "How can it be so easy to get headshot when the target moves, unless you stand still and make a live target, do you think that sharpshooters are so easy to train?"
As soon as she finished speaking, there was another gunshot, and the person had already rushed out and directly broke into the door.
Song Yuhang had already wrestled with the man in black. This is an open operating room hidden underground, brightly lit, with monitors and centrifuges next to the bed, and a child lying on the bed, the instrument tray was overturned, and the equipment fell to the ground. Fortunately, Song Yuhang came in time.
The few gunshots just now were all fired by her. Unfortunately, the murderer reacted very quickly, not only dodged, but also started a close fight with her.
Song Yuhang was pinned down to the ground with his neck stuck. The man's arm was thick and powerful, and his face was pale when he pinched her.
Struggling, Song Yuhang reached for the scalpel that fell to the side, picked it up suddenly, and stabbed him hard in the neck.
The sharp edge of the blade was close in front of his eyes, the man's pupils shrank, and it was too late to close his hand with such a quick reaction.
Song Yuhang bullied himself up, and a line of blood was drawn in the air. The man held his neck and stepped back a few steps, his eyes fell on the pistol that had been knocked out long ago.
Song Yuhang also saw it, and the two of them went to grab it at the same time, fighting to the death, no distinction was made.
He punched hard on the temple again, and Song Yuhang's eyes sparkled, and his eardrums buzzed.
The fighting instinct made her subconsciously bend her knees and knock him out, then turned over and grabbed his neck to reach for the gun. The man was naturally not to be outdone, and fell to the ground at the same time with a whip kick.
The corners of Song Yuhang's lips were suddenly splashed with blood, and they both flew out and smashed the glass at the door of the operating room.
Lin Yan held up the gun, gasping for breath, unable to pull the trigger for a long time, the two of them were too close...
Song Yuhang took the time to look at her: "Leave me alone, take the child away!"
While she was speaking, the man opened her fingers one by one, and the bones made a crisp sound. Song Yuhang was sweating profusely from the pain, and his face was pale.
The gun in the palm was finally taken out, and the cold muzzle was pressed against her forehead.
The man in black slightly pulled the trigger, Song Yuhang endured the pain, panting heavily, still smiling.
The crazy, bloodthirsty and arrogant eyes were somewhat similar to Lin Yan.
The man was stunned, Song Yuhang insisted on gripping the butt of the gun, and the two wrestled with each other.
The man pressed down the muzzle of the gun, and Song Yuhang gritted his teeth and moved to the side.
"Bang!" Under the action of gravity, the trigger was finally pulled.
Lin Yan's heart instantly rose to his throat: "Song Yuhang!"
The bullet flew past her face, broke the leg of the bedside table, and the monitor fell to the floor, shattered, and the instrument screamed sharply.
Knowing that she was fine, Lin Yan didn't delay any longer, rushed forward to check on the child's condition, quickly lifted her eyelids, felt the carotid artery pulse, and opened the clothes to check.
The man's eyes were about to burst, he roared angrily: "Don't touch her!" and rushed towards Lin Yan.
Song Yuhang flew up, hugged his waist tightly, and dragged him back.
The man hit her on the head with his fist and hit her temple with his elbow. Song Yuhang soon became dizzy and coughed up blood foam from the corner of her lips, but she still didn't let go, and her swollen eyes almost narrowed into a line.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Lin Yan pull out the monitor on the girl and hug her up, with a gratified smile on her lips.
"It's just anesthetized and comatose, hurry to the doctor." Lin Yan said, and handed the child to Zhang Jinhai and others who followed closely behind.
Zhang Jinhai carried the person on his back: "What about you?"
"Team Song is still inside, I have to save her."
Several people hid in the small gap beside the hospital bed.
"I'll go too..." Duan Cheng said as he was about to run out, but Lin Yan pushed him back.
"Get out! This is an order from the superior, let's go!"
"No one wants to leave!!!" the man roared, his eyes turned red, he snapped Song Yuhang's arm and folded it back hard.
There was a crackling sound of the bones, and the severe pain hit. Song Yuhang's face turned pale, and huge beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead. Then his body lightened, and he was lifted up high and smashed hard against the wall.
She rolled a few times and knocked over the medicine cabinet, leaving blood stains on the wall in an instant.
Lin Yan huddled in the corner of the bed, saw a hand pick up the gun from the ground, his pupils shrank immediately, and he shouted: "Let's go!" and pushed the person out.
Several people fell outside the door, Zhang Jinhai panted heavily and carefully protected the child from knocking her head.
Duan Cheng got up from the ground with a wheel, and was pulled down by Fang Xin in an instant: "Lie down!!!"
"Bang bang bang!" The bullet passed through the steel door in an instant, leaving small holes, casting several rays of light in the darkness.
Several people hugged their heads on the ground and huddled together, not daring to take a breath, not daring to imagine what it was like inside.
Duan Cheng's eyes were red: "Sister Lin, Team Song..."
Zhang Jinhai was the first to come to his senses, put the child on his back, and picked up one: "Go, go! Go out and call for backup!"
Even Song Yuhang could only barely fight the man in black, and adding them would only add to the chaos, not to mention that in the cramped and crowded room, the gun was a damn useless iron.
As far as the shooting level of these few people is concerned, it is good not to accidentally injure their own people.
The lesser of two evils, since he brought them out, it is necessary to bring them back alive.
Zhang Jinhai gritted his teeth, carried a child on his back, and dragged a few panicked young people who faced live ammunition for the first time and ran forward.
Zheng Chengrui's glasses were all crooked, and he wiped away the tears that flowed out of his face at an unknown time, and finally he was freed from the state where his legs were weak, his feet were weak, his body was weak and he was too frightened.
He quickly lit the microcomputer on his right arm and wiped off the dust on it. The screen was broken, but it was barely usable.
He didn't know where the strength came from, and ran to the front with his fat short legs: "This way, this way, I'll lead the way."
After the dust and smoke had passed, Lin Yan crawled out from under the frame of the fallen hospital bed. The room was in a mess, the walls and ceiling were full of bullet marks, the centrifuge was shattered, scarlet blood flowed all over the floor, the room was dark, and the chandelier on the ceiling fell right in front of her eyes.
After Lin Yan's eyes adjusted to the darkness, he groped towards the broken glass on the ground.
She was looking for Song Yuhang: "Song Yuhang, Song Yuhang..." The always frivolous person showed a rare panic, so that his voice trembled slightly.
A woman's weak cough came from the door, and Song Yuhang slid off the man in black, holding a spittoon in his hand, the mouth of the bottle was stained with blood.
In a critical moment, seeing the gun aimed at Lin Yan, Song Yuhang got up from the ground without even thinking about it, ignoring dizziness and body pain, instinctively let her pounce on her from behind like a tiger He knocked the man in black to the ground, grabbed his wrist and forcibly deflected the muzzle of the gun, the direction in which the bullet shot out.
The man in black struggled, and she didn't know where the strength came from. She picked up the spittoon that rolled down beside her like a madman, and greeted his temple, again and again, until blood oozed from his mouth and nose. Gradually there was no movement.
Only then did Song Yuhang let go, and both of them were seriously injured.
The man in black knocked his head down on the ground, with a pool of blood beside his head.
And she was lying on her back, panting heavily, her physical strength had reached its limit, her whole body was as soft as cotton candy, and she found it difficult to move her fingers, when she heard Lin Yan calling for her to speak, she coughed up blood foam.
Lin Yan crawled over, held her face in his hands, and wiped the blood on her face with his hands but couldn't wipe it clean.
The voice suddenly choked up: "Song Yuhang, Song Yuhang..."
She had never seen her in such a mess before, her whole body was covered in blood, her black training uniform was soaked through, her nose was bruised and her face was bruised, one eye was congested and swollen from a blow, her right hand was unable to exert any strength, and it was hanging limply on her knees. on the ground. The room was dark, Lin Yan couldn't see where she was hurt, he just dragged her up, Song Yuhang sank, not to mention that she was also hurt now, and couldn't hold her.
Lin Yan's tears fell instantly.
"Where are you hurt? Where are you hurt? Let's go... let's go to the hospital..." Lin Yan sniffed, and he was also on the verge of falling, but he still bit the man and helped him up. fell to the ground.
This time, Lin Yan didn't let her be a human mat.
Song Yuhang lay on her shoulder, coughing and laughing at the same time.
"It's rare to see you cry for me..."
"But..." She barely raised her still movable left hand, reaching out to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Don't cry, it hurts me when you cry."
As she spoke, she frowned uncomfortably, spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow", her face was pale.
Lin Yan patted her on the back, comforting her, and suddenly felt that the hand felt wrong, hard.
She touched again, gritting her teeth.
Song Yuhang lay in her arms under the pretext of injury, he was really weak, but his eyes were shining brightly, and he held her hand and put it on his heart.
"How about...you kiss me once, and I won't hurt anymore."
Lin Yan raised her hand and slapped her across the face: "Damn she's wearing a bulletproof vest and pretending to be dead, and she wants to take advantage of my mother, get out!"
Song Yuhang closed her eyes, with a smile on her lips, waiting for the palm wind to strike, but her hand did not come down for a long time.
Instead, he was pulled up by the neckline. Lin Yan straightened up, and his warm lips touched his forehead. It was fleeting, but Song Yuhang felt that this moment was eternity.
Lin Yan hugged her head, her voice choked up: "You...you're fine..."
Song Yuhang was buried in her arms, surrounded by the warm and fragrant nephrite, almost breathless.
She always felt that she was not killed, and she might die of cerebral hemorrhage due to rapid heartbeat and blood pressure.
Both of them smelled of gunpowder, saltpeter and blood, but she had never felt so satisfied, as if the pain had gone away from her.
"Lin Yan."
"Um?"
"So soft."
"..." Lin Yan's veins twitched violently on his forehead, he shook off her, turned his head and walked away.
"Hey—wait for me, hiss..." Song Yuhang limped and chased after him. Although he was not hit by the bullet, the steel plate of the bulletproof vest was bent, and he suffered all internal injuries, not to mention that he could barely lift his arm. I couldn't lift it up, and there was a blood hole on my leg oozing out. It had just been hit by a stray bullet.
Only then did she feel the pain, just now she was hit and hugged, her adrenaline soared and she couldn't feel the pain at all, now she relaxed, and the sequelae came, before she could stand up, she was just spinning around, Lin Yan turned around He helped her steady.
Meeting her worried eyes, Song Yuhang forced a smile: "It's okay...see if he's still alive?"
Lin Yan supported her to stand against the wall, bent down and took the gun from the man in black's hand, and lifted his mask.
An almost horrific face appeared in front of her. If she calculated correctly, Li Yang was only in his early forties this year, but that face looked particularly old and terrifying because of the vertical and horizontal scars.
Except for the eyes and forehead, there is no good place, and the skin is wrinkled and crowded together due to the scars, the bridge of the nose is sunken, and the mouth is protruding, which is not only ugly but also scary.
Lin Yan felt disgusted when he saw it, and subconsciously hit him in the face with the butt of a gun.
Song Yuhang clutched his chest and pulled her: "Let's go, you go out and call someone first, I'll watch him here."
Lin Yan put the gun to his temple, gnashed his teeth word by word, "He's just unconscious, I want him to die."
"Lin Yan!" Song Yuhang slightly raised his voice, leaned against the wall panting and shivering slightly, his body was chilling, blood was oozing from the wound on his leg, and her feet quickly formed a puddle pool of blood.
"Be obedient and go out first. He has done so many evil things and killed two criminal policemen. The death penalty is inevitable."
"I want him to die right now!!!" Lin Yan's eyes were red, and he pulled the trigger.
A violent cough came from behind, and Song Yuhang couldn't bear it any longer and slid down from the wall.
"He, he must die... But... don't you want to know his motive? Even though you may hate me now, you will dismiss me, thinking that what I said is nonsense... But..." She panted heavily, but She kept looking at Lin Yan with gentle and soft eyes.
"Analyzing his motive and process of committing the crime is equivalent to leaving a valuable case in the Ministry of Public Security. If we encounter such a case or such a criminal suspect in the future, we... will not be helpless, or even... even Early detection and early prevention... ”
"Chunan is not the first girl to be hurt, nor will she be the last. Killing and stopping killing is not our goal, but crime prevention is."
While talking, Song Yuhang gritted his teeth and slowly crawled over, opened the muzzle of her gun little by little, and pulled the person into his arms. Her breathing became heavier and heavier, as if she was pulling a bellows.
She swallowed hard, feeling that her vision was becoming blurred, she barely raised her hand to touch her face, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, took the gun into her hand, and took it out of her trouser pocket. Ri pulled out the handcuffs and handed them to her.
"Be obedient, Lin Yan, handcuff me with him, and then...then go out to rescue soldiers..."
Lin Yan didn't answer and hid back, but Song Yuhang hugged her back again, and pressed her head to calm her emotions, but she knew that she didn't have much time, and she felt hot tears falling into the pit of her neck. Song Yuhang smiled, held her face in his hands, and wiped her tears with his thumb, but also smeared her pale face with blood from his hands.
Song Yuhang let go with some regret: "Don't cry... I... I promise you... I still owe you a formal confession... You still owe me... ahem..." She said, and didn't finish the rest of the sentence, He forcibly broke away her hand, stuffed the handcuffs into her hand, and closed her hand again.
"Hurry up... let's go... as long as... as long as I'm here... he won't... won't run away..."
Lin Yan looked at the overlapping hands of the two, then looked at Li Yang's face, and when his gaze returned to her face, his lips trembled, and finally he couldn't help crying and cursing.
"Song Yuhang, you bastard!"
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After passing through the dark corridor, I don't know how long they ran. The group was panting. Zheng Chengrui stopped and saw the cell that just came over.
"This way." He took the lead and ran over, Fang Xin and Duan Cheng followed, but Zhang Jinhai suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Several people looked back at him: "Team Zhang—"
The child on his back seemed to move, and Zhang Jinhai's body tilted slightly. He touched his neck, it was blood, and the moment he let go, a column of blood burst out.
Duan Cheng, who was closest to him, was sprayed all over his face. Unlike the blood of the dead, the blood of the living still had warmth and a fishy smell.
His tears welled up without warning, but his body hadn't come back to his senses. He watched helplessly as the little girl picked up the scalpel and stabbed it into Zhang Jinhai's neck fiercely.
Zhang Jinhai staggered and fell to the ground. Fang Xin jumped on him in an instant. The aortic bleeding could not be suppressed. The young girl burst into tears, took off her police uniform and pressed the wound for him.
Zhang Jinhai coughed, with blood foaming from the corner of his lips, he hadn't finished speaking: "My... my daughter... is also... about the same age..."
The child threw away the scalpel, got up from the ground, stepped on the stagnant water, turned around and ran back.
Duan Cheng's eyes were about to crack, and he roared from his throat: "Stop! Don't move!!!"
He snatched the gun from Zheng Chengrui, who had fallen to the ground, and pointed it at the running girl.
But...but...
He gritted his teeth, struggled, his hands were shaking, and before he knew it, tears were streaming down his face.
She is still so young, she looks less than twenty years old, and her height is more like a minor, how can she be so cruel! how come! ! !
Duan Cheng roared from his throat, closed his eyes and pulled the trigger.