This time, Jiang Minghao did not stop Wu Tian from scolding his mother. He sat back in the wheelchair with the help of Wei Debing. His smart eyes scanned every corner of the room like a scanner. Zhao Ritian was right. Behind the mud tiles on the wall, there are indeed five-centimeter-thick steel plates, as if they are wrapped directly from the outside. Although there are small welds between each steel plate, the small gaps are stitched tightly and cannot penetrate. Bright light.
Even the iron fence blocking the gate was welded from solid steel pipes with thin arms. Jiang Minghao knew very well that they would not be able to escape this time unless someone could cut the steel plates from the outside.
"Boom... Da Da Da..."
Just as they were at a loss, there was a blast of artillery and machine guns from outside, as if two armies were facing fierce fighting outside, but Jiang Minghao's perspective was limited and he could only see through a hundred meters. Objects in the range, no matter how far away, can't be seen clearly, especially now that the night is covering the entire courtyard, he can only see the twinkling skylight, which proves that he is not mistaken, and there is indeed a fierce battle.
"Brother Hao, Commander Long, are you all right?"
"My grass, Zhao Changming!"
Wu Tian followed the sound and found that there was a familiar figure standing outside the iron fence. This person was Zhao Changming who was thrown out by Long Zhiwen. He ran over excitedly, looking at the worried Zhao Changming and asked. :
"Why did your kid come back, your brute did not find out of your conscience, did you not kill you?" But as soon as Wu Tian's words fell, a vigilant expression appeared on his face, looking at the arm in Zhao Changming's hand. When the dressing was intact, he couldn't help but step back a few steps and asked tentatively:
"Zhao Changming, isn't your kid surrendering, right? Joining your brute to kill us?"
Wu Tian knows very well that they are now in Zhao Ritian’s villa. If Zhao Changming had not taken refuge in his father, who would be so kind to help him treat the wound so beautifully, especially the snow-white bandage, he was completely a skilled medical staff. As a result, Wu Tian couldn't help but doubt Zhao Changming.
When everyone heard Wu Tian’s words, they looked at Zhao Ritian’s son with a look of contempt, because they firmly believed that the dragon begets the dragon, the phoenix begets the phoenix, and that the mouse’s son will make holes. Zhao Ritian is a beast, so naturally his son is nothing. Good bird.
But when Zhao Changming saw the suspicious and contemptuous expressions on everyone’s faces, his heart seemed to have fallen from heaven to hell. His eyes full of hope and expectation also dimmed, but Jiang Minghao noticed Zhao Changming’s expression. He tried to press the wheelchair's moving button, but found it was damaged, so he could only beckon Weidebing to push him forward.
When Jiang Minghao came to this iron fence, Zhao Changming saw something different from Jiang Minghao's dark eyes. It was trust and enthusiasm. The tears that had been rolling in his eyes finally fell.
"Changming, did you call those people outside?"
Maybe it was because of the injury, maybe it was deliberately lowering his voice, but Jiang Minghao's words were full of respect and kindness. He looked at Zhao Changming's aggrieved appearance and knew that Wu Tian had misunderstood him.
"Ok!"
Zhao Changming replied softly, but the heavy nodding of his head, like a chicken pecking at rice, was finally confided in Jiang Minghao's grievances, and he sobbed:
"My God...you misunderstood me, I didn't take refuge in my father, I...I went to rescue soldiers."
Hearing Zhao Changming’s aggrieved voice, Wu Tian's face turned red. At this moment, the people around immediately turned to each other and looked at Wu Tian, who had just been wronged and rescued soldiers, with strange eyes. They were rejoicing, if it weren’t for Jiang. Minghao, maybe their rescuer would leave in anger because of this, but he forgot that they also had their share in the look of contempt and suspicion.
"Changming, did you find the people who are fighting outside?"
Jiang Minghao gasped hard, as if he was on the verge of exhaustion, his body was completely nestled on the back of the wheelchair, and he asked with some difficulty.
"Well, they are from Snow Wolf. The captain of the guard said that they did not have an order signed by their superiors and could not act privately, so they only brought five people, dressed in plain clothes, and came here in their own name."
Zhao Changming seemed to have recovered from his grievances just now. It turned out that after he was thrown out by Long Zhiwen, Zhao Changming did not go to his father to intercede as Long Zhiwen said. Instead, he turned and ran outside Lanshan. When he left Lanshan, he was sent to the police station by a few city officials. If he hadn't been for the officer's ID he had with him, he looked bloody, he might have been tied up and sent to the detention center long ago.
Perhaps he knew his father too well. Zhao Changming knew that nowadays, no one can stop his father, and Lanshan is far away in the suburbs, almost irrespective of the boundary. If you guess right, before the police and troops arrive , Zhao Ritian may have blasted the entire Lanshan down to destroy the corpses, and then fled to the United States to protect himself as a U.S. citizen. Therefore, the only thing he can ask for help now is those in the army who secretly went to Lanshan. , Dragged them, and then waited for the support of the military and police. He even suspected that the Guichi squad was now broken into pieces and was hiding in Lanshan.
But the army that Zhao Changming knew was nothing but the Border City Military Region, and everyone knew that he was the son of Zhao Ritian. Who would trust him? At this anxious moment, he thought of Chu Xiaolan, who was driven back to the military area by Jiang Minghao. Although he was not sure whether Chu Xiaolan believed him or not, he believed that this cold female military doctor would definitely take Jiang Minghao’s life into consideration. So Zhao Changming directly dialed the infirmary of the Border City Military Region.
"Jingling bell... Jingling bell..."
After the phone rang two times, it was answered directly, and Chu Xiaolan's cold voice came from the other end immediately:
"Hey, infirmary..."
When Zhao Changming heard Chu Xiaolan's voice, he immediately shouted with excitement, "Chu Xiaolan, I am Zhao Changming..."
"Dudu..."
But before Zhao Changming finished speaking, the response to him turned out to be a busy tone. At this moment, Chu Xiaolan, who was upset and cursed Jiang Minghao with a small circle, was in no mood to manage Zhao Changming, who was far in the capital, and simply hung up. Phone.
"grass·······"
Zhao Ritian looked at the phone in his hand and anxiously scolded his mother, Mary, Long Zhiwen, Jiang Minghao, Wu Tian, and Wei Debing. The lives of all five of them were on this phone, but he was so anxious that he called again. .
"Jingling bell... Jingling bell... Jingling bell..."
This time, until the ringing ended, Chu Xiaolan didn't answer the call, as if she didn't answer it on purpose. Zhao Changming was even more angry, stomping her feet anxiously and cursing:
"Is this stinky lady sick? It's a matter of life, what emotions are you making!"
But when it comes to verbal abuse and scolding, the only person Zhao Changming can ask for help now is Chu Xiaolan. One is Jiang Minghao fetters her, and the other is her identity, which is also conducive to finding a rescuer, so Zhao Changming once again called helplessly. phone.
"Jingle Bell······"
This time, after the phone rang, he was answered, but Chu Xiaolan's verbal abuse came directly from the receiver:
"Zhao Changming, do you want to die or don't want to live? You haven't been beaten enough, are you? You believe it or not, I abolished you and let you lie in a hospital bed all your life..."
Taking advantage of Chu Xiaolan's madness, Zhao Changming didn't explain anything and shouted a name desperately:
"Jiang Minghao, Jiang Minghao, Jiang Minghao is dying..."
"What are you talking about?" As expected, after Chu Xiaolan heard the three words Jiang Minghao, she immediately stopped the abuse and asked:
"Zhao Changming, tell me clearly, what happened to Jiang Minghao?"
Chu Xiaolan listened to Zhao Changming’s narration, her hand holding the receiver trembling unceasingly. Only at this moment did she begin to understand why Jiang Minghao wanted to drive her away. She drew fiercely into her face. Slapped and cursed:
"Chu Xiaolan, Chu Xiaolan, you idiot."
After Chu Xiaolan hung up the phone, she stomped anxiously back and forth in the office. Commander Long was not there. Without orders from the upper level, it would be impossible for the Border City Military Region to dispatch a single soldier. In desperation, she dialed Snow Wolf. The phone of the squadron could only ask for help from Wei Junjie. That's why Wei Junjie came to support with five brothers in his own name.
After listening to Zhao Changming’s narrative, Wu Tian moved slowly, came to Zhao Changming’s, lowered his head, and said to him in shame: "Changming, I'm sorry, I..."
Maybe because of Wu Tian’s apology, maybe because of Jiang Minghao’s trust, Zhao Changming’s face showed a joyful smile. He smiled happily and said, "Brother, it’s okay, we are brothers. How can brothers have an overnight hatred? Don’t forget, I’m also a soldier, a soldier of the Dragon Kingdom."
Zhao Changming said generally, while taking out something similar to a sonic gun from the military backpack under his feet and saying:
"Brother Hao, Brother Tian, go back to the station, and I will help you cut this steel fence open."
"Hey, Changming, what are you holding in your hand?" Wu Tian asked, looking at this gun, which is not like a gun, and the horn is not like a horn. "How do I feel like a sonic gun in a science fiction blockbuster?"
"No," Zhao Changming replied, connecting a tube under the handle of the gun to the tin can in the backpack and said: "This is specially borrowed by the captain of the guard from a mysterious unit. It is said to be a miniature version of carbon dioxide cutting. Machine, you can cut this steel."
At this time, a group of red and blue flames had emerged from the horn of the muzzle, and it began to burn towards the iron railing, as if plastic pipes were slowly melting under the flame, emitting a wave. A foul smell.
Finally, watching the steel bars with the thickness of the arms burned one by one, a half-human-height gap was drawn on the horizontal iron bars, and everyone’s faces were filled with joy, as long as one more was boiled. If there is a gap, the horizontal iron bars on the fence will immediately break, forming a hole for people to enter and exit, but at this moment, the smiles on everyone's faces instantly solidified, because the gun that was originally braving the blazing flame suddenly failed. In general, the red and blue flames seemed to run out of oil, slowly shrinking, and finally extinguished.