Around ten o'clock at night, Longcheng Military Hospital.
More than a dozen military vehicles from the Terrorism and Violence Bureau stopped in front of the hospital. Wang Daolin and more than twenty police officers jumped out of one of the vehicles.
At the same time, the rear door of the military vehicle was pushed open, and two guards carried the seriously injured Noah on a stretcher and followed behind Wang Daolin and the others.
Just after they appeared, a large number of reporters suddenly rushed out of the cars parked on both sides of the street. They had been waiting for a long time, and like sharks smelling blood, they rushed over and surrounded Wang Daolin and his group.
"Excuse me, is this the officer involved, Noah?"
"May I ask why he was injured?"
"How did you catch him? Can you tell us in detail...?"
These reporters asked questions at the same time, and the microphone was directly put into Wang Daolin's face.
Wang Daolin pushed the microphone away from his face and said, "Please don't crowd and don't delay our normal work. The officer involved was captured by us while escaping. He fired a gun to resist arrest, so he was shot in self-defense by the police. We are sending him to the hospital for treatment and will hold a press conference to discuss this matter later."
Wang Daolin waved his hand and said, "Now is not the time to receive reporters, everyone please make way!"
Upon hearing the instructions, the guards immediately stepped forward, formed a cordon, and kept the reporters outside.
How could these reporters miss such a good interview opportunity? They squeezed forward, holding cameras and taking pictures of Noah lying on the stretcher.
Noah lay weakly on the stretcher. Facing a large number of reporters, he was a little frightened and subconsciously raised his hands to cover his face.
Amid the crackling flashes of light, Noah was carried into the hospital.
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One o'clock in the morning, the 10th Infantry Division headquarters building.
Parker sat in his office, he didn't drink coffee, didn't listen to music, didn't shave, he looked anxious, his fingers kept tapping on the table.
"Ding Ling Ling!"
The phone rang suddenly. Parker hesitated for a moment before carefully answering the call.
"You idiot! You son of a bitch! Why would I send an idiot like you to guard Dragon City..." A string of dirty and violent insults immediately came out of the phone, making Parker's scalp numb.
Parker didn't dare to talk back, so he just sat there obediently, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead while listening to the other party's constant cursing.
After scolding for five or six minutes, the other party finally stopped and said sternly: "Remember this, never have any conflict with the local people again! Have your troops stay in the garrison and wait for orders from above!"
Parker put down the towel he was using to wipe his sweat and asked softly, "So how should I deal with this now?"
The person on the other end of the phone immediately cursed, "You can't handle this! Wait, I'll let you know the result after the upper management has a meeting! You idiot!"
"Yes, yes..." Parker agreed repeatedly, and then the other party hung up the phone.
After hanging up the phone, Parker was restless. He stood up and walked around the room anxiously, his mind in a mess.
After a while, Parker felt the urge to urinate, so he walked into the bathroom, stood in front of the urinal, skillfully unbuckled his belt, and took off his pants.
I clearly had the urge to pee, but the drain seemed to be blocked by something. I aimed the gun at it for a long time but not a drop of water came out.
Parker frowned and put all his strength into it, but after ten minutes, he still couldn't urinate.
A surge of evil fire rushed from the crotch to the forehead!
"Damn it, I'm going to cut you off!" Parker's eyes were red, he raised his fist and smashed it hard on the wall.
…
At around seven o'clock the next morning, a very famous Longcheng News current affairs commentator posted a new post on Weite.
The title of the post is: In-depth discussion on the issue of stationing troops in Longcheng. How to avoid various disputes in a multi-ethnic context
The content of the post can be summarized into four questions. First, Longcheng has its own Chinese Legion, so why should District 1 be stationed there
Second, the reputation of the soldiers in District 1 has always been criticized by everyone. They have committed various crimes, so why has the control not been strengthened
Third, since the soldiers committed such crimes, does the highest commander of the garrison also have an unshirkable responsibility
Fourth, how can the innocent people of Longcheng avoid the harm caused by the troops stationed in District 1
After these four questions were published, they immediately received a large number of replies and reposts. At the same time, the public also expressed extreme dissatisfaction with the deployment of troops to District 1, and there was a lot of criticism and curses on the Internet.
Driven by this post, what was originally a criminal case between the military and civilians quickly turned into a sensitive topic of "whether there should be soldiers of different ethnic groups stationed in Longcheng."
Netizens have launched a heated discussion around this point. If you open the Weite page now, you can see the overwhelming opposition.
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A little after ten o'clock in the morning, at the 10th Infantry Regiment's headquarters building.
Parker was lying on the bed in the office, snoring softly. He hadn't slept all night and barely fell asleep until dawn.
"Rape criminal! Get out of Dragon City!"
"Shameless bastards! You are not worthy of being soldiers!"
“… !!”
Suddenly, there was a thunderous shout outside, waking Parker up from his bed.
"Adjutant!" Parker sat up from the bed and shouted at the top of his voice.
The office door was immediately pushed open, and the adjutant stepped in and saluted Parker.
Parker looked at him and asked, "What's going on outside?"
"Report to the General..." the adjutant reported nervously, "It's protesters... a lot of protesters..."
"Help me up." Parker felt a little dizzy and reached out to the adjutant.
The adjutant hurriedly supported him, walked to the window and opened the curtains.
Outside, on the street, there were dense crowds of protesters holding banners. They surrounded the gate of the garrison in three layers, and kept attacking the soldiers who tried to stop them.
Beer bottles, rotten eggs, and rotten vegetable leaves were constantly thrown into the camp, venting the anger of the people.
Looking at this scene, Parker's body shook slightly and a lot of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"General!" the adjutant suggested, "They are clearly organized and have been attacking our base. Do we need to resist and suppress them?"
After hearing this, Parker no longer felt weak or dizzy. He turned around and slapped the adjutant in the face, causing him to spin half a circle on the spot.
Parker pointed at the adjutant's nose and cursed: "Why are you as stupid as Noah? Don't you want me to live? Tell our soldiers to be restrained, be rational, and reason with these people. Don't have any conflicts with them!"
Parker kicked the adjutant on the butt: "Go and pass on the order! You idiot!"