President of Ruthless Soldier Wang Qiao

Song Kexin was slightly taken aback, what did Ye Mo mean by this, why did he act like this after he made great achievements?
Song Kexin realized something in an instant, and she quietly grabbed the gun in her hand, regardless of whether Ye Mo's fingerprints were on it, wiped it lightly on the cuff, and then quietly put the gun on it. out of his hand.

The camera inside the hall was destroyed, and everyone seemed to be frightened and lay down on the ground with their heads down when they started. In this way, there should be no problem, maybe it is really no problem.

At this moment, the door of the bank was knocked open, and a large army armed with explosion-proof shields rushed in quickly, but when they saw the scene in front of them, everyone's expressions changed suddenly.

They seem to be late, not as if, but already late!
Looking at the five corpses that fell on the ground, and then looking at the fainted female colleague and Song Kexin whose face was covered in blood, they didn't know what to do for a while.

"Stretcher! Help! Hurry up!"

Wang Zhengyi's anxious voice came from outside the door. When Lao Wang grabbed the [-] and rushed to the scene, he looked around and immediately ran to Song Kexin and shouted: "Kexin, are you okay! Where are you hurt, say something!"

"Uncle Wang, I'm fine, it's someone else's blood." Song Kexin smiled slightly.

Wang Zhengyi looked over subconsciously. The robber lying in front of Song Kexin had dilated pupils and a blood hole between his eyebrows. He was already dead and couldn't die anymore.

One shot to the head, the marksmanship is quite accurate, but who on earth fired the shot at the critical moment to save Kexin?
After all, Lao Wang climbed up slowly step by step from the grassroots. His rich practical experience can be called a textbook figure in the police world. A lot of clues were found.

When everyone at the scene hadn't come to their senses and was amazed at Song Kexin's unrepeatable miracle, Wang Zhengyi's eyes had already swept over the frightened hostages at the scene one by one, and then fixed his eyes on the same hands. On Ye Mo who was holding his head, the Jiuwu in his hand also pushed away the safety and grasped it even tighter.

Just when he turned his eyes to Ye Mo, Wang Zhengyi clearly felt that Song Kexin's body trembled slightly and his hands increased his strength. Although the amplitude was very slight, his feeling would not go wrong. Also repeatedly anxious.

For Wang Zhengyi, it seemed as long as centuries, but in reality it was only a few seconds.

Faced with this unconvinced answer, the corners of Wang Zhengyi's mouth twitched twice, and finally he took his gaze away from Ye Mo.

As for Song Kexin, she felt more like a giant panda or a mascot, as long as she maintained a saluting posture, it was just that the thick bandage wrapped around her left arm seemed neither fish nor fowl.

However, the reality didn't give Song Kexin time to think too much. The hostages and wounded at the scene were properly dealt with. As for Ye Mo, he also walked out with the sleeping Zhuang Zhuang.

Wang Zhengyi asked abruptly. Song Kexin was stunned at first and didn't understand, but when he saw Uncle Wang's eyes, he immediately understood.

"I don't know where it hurts! It just hurts!" Song Kexin said, and at the same time grabbed Wang Zhengyi's hand tightly, showing no intention of letting go.

When she wiped off the blood on her face and walked out of the gate, there was thunderous applause outside and flashes of flashing lights one after another. When she realized that she was the focus of attention at this moment, Song Kexin was a little confused.

Song Kexin was like a recruit who had just entered the battlefield and was not ready, and then said mechanically: "Prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony, freedom, equality, justice, rule of law, patriotism, dedication..."

The corners of Wang Zhengyi's mouth also twitched slightly. He looked at the two guns beside Song Kexin, and then turned his head to look at Ye Mo who was still holding his head in his hands. The look in his eyes was also flickering.

Song Kexin vaguely remembered the argument in the infirmary before.

What happened next was a bit difficult to evaluate, at least Song Kexin herself was half disgusted and half excited, and finally turned into confusion and complexity.

Under the operation of the leadership team of the Municipal Bureau, Song Kexin was promoted to the altar like a bright new star. All major mainstream media came to the press conference. Professional video camera.

This matter can be big or small, and he will have to report it to the old leader later, but the version he wants to report will be very different from the public version.

"well said!"

Song Kexin's thoughts wandered, and finally she turned her attention to the policewoman who was being carried on a stretcher. If anyone at the scene must have seen the real situation, it was definitely her.

From the beginning to the end, it was an impassioned speech by the leader of the Municipal Bureau, and the manuscript was rushed out by the secretary with great tension. Listening to it made people's blood boil.

When Wang Zhengyi heard this, he immediately panicked, and the original coldness and sternness in his eyes instantly changed to concern and anxiety, and he hurriedly asked, "Kexin, where are you hurt, and where is the pain!"

"Wipe off the blood on your face quickly!" Wang Zhengyi hurriedly organized the scene after leaving a sentence.

Seeing all this, Song Kexin's heart sank suddenly. Seeing that Wang Zhengyi was about to get up and walk towards Ye Mo, he immediately called out: "Uncle Wang, I'm in pain!"

"This guy..." Wang Zhengyi's face changed slightly, and the dignified old An was from the past again, and he couldn't see anything unusual from Song Kexin's facial expression.

The theme is that police officer Song Kexin is brave and fearless, fights against criminals tenaciously, and ensures the safety of people's lives and property. It belongs to the people. Everyone must learn from Officer Song's words. Song Kexin also feels the following words It was tasteless.

"I think should not be……"

Song Kexin had just realized that too many omissions were left behind due to time constraints. The gun in her hand could be explained, but if it was a headshot shot from the front, it couldn't explain where the blood on her face came from. Come.

Wang Zhengyi did not dare to neglect. His many years of front-line career made him quite familiar with various traumas. The kind of trauma that hurts unbearably at the beginning may not be so serious, such as knife wounds and gunshot wounds that avoid the vitals, and take bullets. Disinfection and sutures are not a big trouble.

"Kexin, hurry up and say something!" Wang Zhengyi reminded in a low voice, and then smiled at the cameras of the reporters. This kind of moment is indeed gratifying.

"Did anyone see it?"

She had fantasized about this scene countless times since she first applied for the police academy, but when this day came without warning, Song Kexin didn't know what to do.

I was afraid that there were some internal injuries that I didn't feel at first, but after three to five minutes, the person collapsed in an instant and internal organs were bleeding profusely, and the person was gone before he could go to the operating table.

Before Song Kexin finished speaking, there was a sudden applause from the crowd. With him taking the lead, thunderous applause followed. Song Kexin didn't know what he was talking about, and the reporters around him didn't know if it was true. What's the point if there's no head and no tail.

"If it's their own internal strife..." Song Kexin couldn't help but drift away. It seemed that the explanation made sense, and it seemed that there were some bruises, and it seemed that...

In short, if some people say yes, then it is good, and some people take the lead in applauding, and the applause is thunderous. Song Kexin stared blankly at the direction from which the applause came from, and saw Ye Mo waved at himself with a cigarette in his mouth, and then He turned around and disappeared into the sea of ​​people like the tide.

"Zhao Ju, I just scratched the skin on my arm, just apply some medicine."

"Nonsense! The criminals are vicious, how many of our comrades have been shot and injured, how can we just scratch the skin a little bit! Wrap the bandage for me, it should be thicker, remember, you are broken now, and you still have your neck I will also get her a gauze hanging, and see if I can arrange to hang a hanging bottle on the spot..."

The medical staff could only do so, and it was a bit exaggerated to hold a bottle at the press conference. In the end, the proposal was temporarily cancelled.

Song Kexin herself is very helpless about this, just to show that she is seriously injured, and then show her personal bravery and fearlessness. Is this really necessary?

Thinking about Ye Mo, who has hidden his merits and fame, and thinking about those comrades who were wounded and rescued, Song Kexin suddenly felt like a despicable thief. He obviously did nothing, but stood under the flashing light and enjoyed the glory of a hero. The excitement at the beginning It also gradually changed, which was not what she wanted.