Darkest Action

On the way back from the city bureau, An Lan encountered a serious car accident.

At the crossroads waiting for the red light, he in the driver's seat witnessed with his own eyes that on the east-west road in front of him, an earth-moving truck overturned and rolled over a private car and two pedestrians on the right side. land.

Brain and blood splashed out almost at the same time. A wounded man who was still alive was lying on the ground, convulsing constantly. His lower body was already bloody and bloody, and the internal organs in the abdominal cavity were mixed together and flowed all over the floor.

This bloody and tragic scene made An Lan tremble uncontrollably. He couldn't move on, so he stopped in place for a long time, only listening to the vehicles behind him honking their horns, urging and pressing.Under the continuous high pressure of the noise, a strong urge to vomit suddenly rushed into An Lan's throat. He opened the car door, squatted down to the side of the road, and retched for a while.

Within a few minutes, the rescue team arrived at the scene one after another, and amidst a string of flashing overhead lights, the city's special black police car roared along.

The commander of the special police was Tian Li. He saw An Lan who was crouching beside the car from a distance, and immediately dispatched the rescue work, trotted over in person, and stretched out his hand to support the former leader.

"Mr. An, are you okay?" Tian Li asked worriedly.

An Lan in front of him was trembling uncontrollably, and what he could not get rid of was the constant blood and death. He glanced at Tian Li in embarrassment, and actually had an urge to run away.

As An Lan's former subordinate, Tian Li saw the embarrassment of the other party at a glance. He didn't make things difficult for An Lan, and immediately called his companion through the walkie-talkie, ordering him to escort An Lan away.

The new city special team member drove An Lan's car and delivered him to the door of his house smoothly.Before leaving, the young special police officer stopped An Lan and asked with admiration, "Mr. An? Are you really Mr. An?"

An Lan, who had already walked into the unit gate, looked back blankly, and saw the young team member brimming with youth smiling at him: "I heard rumors about you when I was in the police academy! I just joined the city this year." Te, it's a pity that you are no longer here."

There was no expression on An Lan's pale face, and she replied lightly: "Yes, the person you heard about is no longer there."

When Qi Feng came back, it was already dark.He opened the door of the house, but saw that it was pitch black inside, as if there was no one there.Full of suspicion, Qi Feng turned on the chandelier, and saw An Lan sitting alone in the middle of the sofa in the living room, with a stack of documents spread out on the coffee table in front of him.

"What's the matter, why don't you turn on the light?"

Qi Feng walked to the sofa, picked up the document, glanced at ten lines, it was a detailed psychological test report, the person tested was An Lan, and in the conclusion column, he was diagnosed with severe PTSD based on his psychological condition.

PTSD, or post-traumatic stress disorder, is a psychopathological term that Qi Feng is familiar with.During his nearly 20 years in the police force, he has witnessed many capable subordinates who have experienced too much life and death, gradually become extremely afraid of death, unable to work normally, and even lost the ability to communicate with the outside world.

After reading the report, Qi Feng didn't have any special reaction. He put it back on the coffee table and asked An Lan, "Haven't you eaten yet? Why don't we go out to eat?"

An Lan shifted her gaze, and answered the wrong question: "Meng Ran wants me to go back to the Annei Group."

"What's the answer? You don't belong to him." Qi Feng replied indifferently.

"Then what do you think?"

"What do you think, what do I think."

Seeing that Qi Feng's attitude was always relaxed, An Lan became more serious: "To be honest, when are you going to persuade me to return to the team?"

"Don't, Meng Ju's blame, don't blame me, I never meant to persuade you to come back." Qi Feng hastily dismissed it.

"Now the truth is in front of me. I can no longer face bloody violence, even my former companions. In this state, not to mention returning to the Annei Group, even being an ordinary policeman is not enough. Qualification." An Lan mechanically flipped through two pages of the test report, and suddenly looked up at Qi Feng: "Is it true that people like me don't have the right to fall and get sick?"

Success at a young age, peacekeeping in the Middle East, triumphant return of heroes, establishment of city special, and settlement in Annei.

In An Lan's life, behind those flashing moments, there is a baptism of bullets, the alternation of parting and death, and the flashbacks of blood and tears.

Can't hurt, can't fall, can't lose, can't retreat.

All the core members of the Annei group had to go through a tragic process of flesh and bone, but An Lan asked himself that he had no sense of power, no desire for status, he was not Qi Feng, let alone Meng Ran.

As much as the ability to fuck, the job is as big as it is!

Now he has finally lost all his martial arts.

At this moment, there was a glint of sadness in An Lan's eyes, and she almost begged Qi Feng: "I don't want to go back, and I can't go back. I even hope that you can quit, because what I want is not to find someone to accompany me, I just want you, Qi Feng."