District 9

"Weng!"

The car motor roared, and the car body rushed straight ahead.

"Squeak!"

There was a sound of braking, and the motorcycle swung back and forth on the slippery icy and snowy road. The gunman on the car raised his right arm and fired two more shots.

"Kang Kang!"

"Bang!"

The left wheel on the rear side of the car burst, and the car lost its balance in an instant. It hit the wall of the courtyard with a clang, causing bursts of sparks visible to the naked eye. It continued to push forward for three or four meters before it came to a halt.

The gunman on the motorcycle quickly switched to a second gun, then turned the accelerator and rushed forward again.

"Old Yang!"

At the entrance of the courtyard, the daughter-in-law rushed out and shouted with fear on her face.

After the motorcycle sped forward a few meters, the gunman raised his right arm again and pointed his gun at the driver.

In the car, Lao Yang's nose was bleeding from being hit, and he raised his head in confusion.

"Kingkongkongkongkong...!"

A series of gunshots rang out, and blood mist filled the car. Lao Yang's body trembled wildly, and he was beaten until he leaned against the dirty seat.

The gunman glanced coldly inside the car, turned the accelerator to the bottom, and fled down the alley.

"Weng!"

At the fork in the alley, a police off-road vehicle rushed out, and Qin Yu in the car happened to see the fleeing motorcycle.

"Chase, catch up with him." Qin Yu immediately pulled out his gun and shouted to Zhu Wei with his eyes wide open.

Zhu Wei also reacted quickly. He shook the steering wheel steadily with both hands, moved the car to the left, stepped on the accelerator hard, and chased forward.

ahead.

The gunman heard the sound of a car behind him and immediately looked back.

"Kangkongkangkong...!"

Qin Yu lowered the window, stretched his upper body completely out of the car, and fired several shots at the motorcycle.

"puff!"

A cloud of blood mist appeared on the left shoulder of the gunman. The motorcycle shook for a moment, the front of the car scraped against the wall, and turned into the left fork in the road.

"damn it!"

The gunman's eyes were red. After turning his head and looking around, he raised his leg and kicked over the trash cans standing on the side of the road. Then he followed the narrow fork in the road and continued to flee forward.

Three or four seconds later, the off-road vehicle turned to the left fork in the road, followed by a loud banging sound from the left front wheel, and crushed the trash can lying on the road.

The off-road vehicle was extinguished. Qin Yu raised his head and glanced at the relatively nimble motorcycle again, and saw that it had turned again and disappeared.

"It's over, put out the fire." Zhu Wei started the car again and fell backwards.

"I can't catch up." Qin Yu said in a hurried voice: "Reverse the car, go back and take a look, hurry!"

Zhu Wei heard this and obeyed.

…

The entrance to the Yang family courtyard.

"Bang!"

The door of the off-road vehicle was pushed open, and Lao Yang fell out of the driving position.

"Old Yang!"

After the wife exclaimed, she ran over with a pale face.

Lao Yang held his hands on the ground and slowly stood up. The four bullet holes on his chest were bleeding.

"...Lao Yang, Lao Yang...!"

His wife rushed over, supported him, covered his wounds with her hands, and shouted in a tearful tone: "Go... to the hospital, let's go to the hospital."

Lao Yang glanced at his wife with dull eyes, and unconsciously turned his head to look at the door of the house.

At the entrance of the courtyard, two children, one big and one small, one girl and one boy, were looking at Lao Yang timidly and confused. They did not dare to shout, and they did not dare to come over for a while.

"...take...take good care of...our child...," Lao Yang stretched out his hand and pressed his wife's shoulder: "I...I didn't fulfill my responsibility...I'm sorry..."

After saying that, Lao Yang lost his strength and fell backwards to the ground.

"dad!!"

The older daughter was the first to react and rushed towards Lao Yang crying.

"Squeak!"

The police car stopped, and Qin Yu, Zhu Wei, and Lao Mao got out of the car with frightened eyes.

"Save my Lao Yang, please save him..." the daughter-in-law shouted helplessly.

"Quick, quick, get him into the car."

Qin Yu greeted the two of them and stepped forward to help Lao Yang.

"It's... useless..." Lao Yang shook his head while lying on the ground, raised his arm, and touched his daughter's head: "... go to school well... and be a useful person to your hometown and society."

In the alley, the cries were shrill and tragic. Qin Yu, the police captain, stood helplessly next to the car at this moment, not knowing what to do.

Lao Yang vomited several mouthfuls of blood and slowly closed his eyes: "They... are so stupid... If I die, there will be others."

After saying that, Lao Yang's right arm instantly dropped to the ground.

Crying, shouting, and even more grief, Lao Yang, a stubborn man, finally fell on the shouting road and died at the gunpoint.

…

Within the city.

The gunman abandoned his motorcycle, put one hand on his injured shoulder and dialed a number with the other.

"Hello?"

"We're done, he's definitely gone." The gunman said succinctly: "I met the police while I was running, and they shot me."

"Are you okay?"

"It's okay." The gunman gritted his teeth and whispered, "I'll leave on my own. You don't have to worry about me. Don't make this call again."

"good."

"that's all."

After the words fell, the two ended the call.

…

Twenty minutes later.

After receiving the order from the Publicity Department, the webcast station transferred more than a dozen clerks in charge of the media platform and began to comprehensively block the reprinted posts of Lao Yang. After a while, no trace of him could be found online, and even his social accounts were canceled.

Another half hour.

Several cars rushed to the door of Lao Yang's house. Feng Yunian hurriedly opened the door and rushed out. He shouted to the crowd of onlookers in a panic: "Come on, come on, make way, make way."

The crowd dispersed, Feng Yunian squeezed through, looked up and saw Lao Yang's body next to the car. He was covered with a white cloth and lying on the ground, with only his feet exposed.

Old Feng stared at him blankly, speechless for a long time.

Qin Yu walked over and whispered: "One man fired more than a dozen shots, and we were just a step away."

"...You...do you know why the gun was fired at Old Yang?" Feng Yunian asked with a trembling voice.

Qin Yu was silent.

"Because there is no one above Lao Yang... so... he can't speak. If he speaks, he will die..." Feng Yunian took out the cigarette case with a trembling right hand: "This is for the people in the Legislative Council... If you don't join them, This is the fate.”

Qin Yu clenched his fists and suddenly remembered what Lao Yang said to him yesterday. Those drunken words, those drunken words.

"Snapped!"

Feng Yunian anxiously smashed the cigarette case into pieces and threw it on the ground. He tried his best to control his emotions and cursed through gritted teeth: "CNM, I won't be a human being until I solve this case! I'm willing to give up this clothes and I have to make some noise." .”

After saying that, Feng Yunian turned around and left: "In an hour, all the cadres at the sergeant level will go to the large conference room for a meeting."

…

Within the city.

The Third Young Master took the phone and said softly: "Tell the Publicity Department again that they are not allowed to report on the shooting of Lao Yang."