Police Chen Shu

Thunder and lightning, heavy rain.

After contacting the local police and Li Meng, Ren Dajie stood alone at the edge of the viaduct, holding on to the concrete guardrail with both hands, and kept staring at the south side of the bridge where Zhengming Criminal University was coming to support.

Having been in a high position for many years, he, who has not been on the front line for a long time, is used to being calm and composed after encountering an accident, and dispatching troops when responding.

For example, following up the kidnapping case with the Criminal Investigation Brigade this time, in his eyes, it was just another place to continue on-site command. After all, there were indeed elite soldiers from the brigade by his side.

But who would have thought that everyone would be played around by the kidnappers. In the end, at the transaction site, he, the only old comrade, was left to face the kidnappers with guns.

At first, when the convoy was driving on the expressway, Ren Da, who was sitting in Zhao Hu's car, when he heard the kidnapper's request to stop on the viaduct, he was the first to instruct the hitchhikers following him on the intercom not to be exposed, and absolutely not to stay. Keep going forward.

Back then, he was a little smug about his on-the-spot quickness.

These young people usually scold Fang Qiu one by one. At the critical moment, among so many people, none of them had a flexible mind and a quick response. At that time, he secretly thought so.

Later, I stood alone on the bridge in the rain, looking at the armed kidnappers under the bridge, and thinking about the commanding heights of the kidnappers on the mountain behind me. He suddenly realized that these elite detectives in Dongzhou City must have thought it through long ago, so when the incident happened, there was silence on the walkie-talkie, no one spoke, no one dared to speak.

When did he become the target of protection? Ren Da laughed at himself, he shook his head, and raised his hand to touch the pistol pinned to his waist.

The cold metal feeling brought him a little bit of comfort.

Thinking about what he did back then, nothing was worse than these little bastards. Ren Da seemed to recall his past experience of arresting, and smiled knowingly.

"Officer Ren, get in the car to hide from the rain. You'll get sick from the rain."

Zhao Hu's voice came from behind. Ever since Zhao Hu asked him to stay here with a stern face, although he agreed, he still had pimples in his heart, and he didn't want to see Zhao Hu.

It's not that he hates Zhao Hu, it's just that when he saw Zhao Hu's face that he didn't know if he was really anxious or fake anxious, the scene of that white off-road vehicle rushing into the night alone inexplicably appeared in his heart.

Ren Da didn't answer, turned his back to Zhao Hu and raised his right hand, and continued to stare at the south direction under the bridge, letting the rain wash over his body unconsciously.

He thought of the young man standing under the bridge just now, helping Liu Yan carry the canvas bag. As an experienced old detective, when Ren Da first saw this young man, he felt that he seemed a little simple and honest, but also a little clumsy.

To be directed around by a victim who he just rescued from the kidnappers

It's not that I can't help, but looking at the domineering posture of the hostage below, Ren Da, who is also a policeman, still feels a little panicked

Thinking of this, Ren Dafa laughed heartily.

Because at that time he was still tangling and tangling on the bridge, when he was licking his old face and commenting on this young man when he was fine.

The young man seemed to wake up suddenly, shouted, threw the canvas bag on the ground, ignored Zhao Yan's shout behind him, and ran straight to the west of the viaduct, the dirt road where the two cars disappeared.

Afterwards, that fat figure also resolutely disappeared into the night.

Ren Da was slapped in the face on the spot. He opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be blocked by something. In so many years, apart from news reports, it was the first time he personally met the police assistant who faced the gangsters without fear of death.

In today's society, compared with the well-established civilian police, the auxiliary police are paid less and have poor security, but they bear the same workload and high front-line risks as the civilian police. Except for a lower degree of education, there is no place for people to judge.

Therefore, in normal work or case handling, whether it is the responsibility to bear or the danger to face, the police should be the first to charge, and the auxiliary police can properly retreat to the second line. Everyone understands these.

But at this moment, Ren Da, who was standing on the bridge watching, had to lament his short-sightedness and narrowness.

I'm getting old, I have to obey the old...he thought so.

...

A few cups of tea, towards the south side of the bottom of the viaduct.

The sound of the rain is murmuring, and then the light of a few flashlights and the figures of figures slowly emerge like a curtain

"Here we come." Ren Da said in a deep voice, stood up straight, and stretched his head in anticipation.

Zhao Hu, who had been paying attention to Ren Da, saw this movement, and immediately opened the car door, ran to the edge of the concrete guardrail, and looked down together.

After a while, eight sturdy plainclothes criminal police stood scattered under the bridge, looking up quietly.

"Ren Da?" A man's hesitant voice came from under the bridge.

"It's me. How is Da Li?"

"Li Dajiao should be broken. Originally, we planned to keep someone with us, but he drove them all away."

"He's stubborn."

It was too dark and it was raining heavily. Ren Da couldn't clearly see the situation of the criminal police under the bridge, but he could feel that everyone was already working hard, just waiting for his order, or to point out the direction.

He suddenly found himself talking too much. Although no one mentioned it, he could feel people's impatience.

right! It is enough to point out the direction in which the kidnappers are fleeing!

"Li Da should have told you all about the matter, and I have nothing to add."

Ren Da lay on the concrete guardrail, poked his head out, pointed behind his back, and shouted with all his strength: "In this direction, two of us are chasing the kidnappers, you give me the strength to run over to support them! Go! Bar!"

The plainclothes criminal policemen under the bridge listened and didn't talk nonsense. A group of people simply rushed into the rainwater again, passed under the viaduct bridge, and disappeared on the dirt road in an instant.

Ren Da hurriedly turned around and crossed the median strip of the expressway, and stood on the other side of the viaduct, watching the criminal police gradually disappear into the rain.

Then he sat down on the ground, leaning his back on the concrete guardrail, feeling that he was suddenly discouraged and annoyed.

Why! The first sentence just now was redundant, and I committed the mistake of the leader's speech again. Just point in the right direction and rush...

"Officer Ren, I was wrong before. I'm timid and can't speak. If you have something to do here, go and do it. I'll stay on the bridge with my wife."

Ren Da raised his head, looked at Zhao Hu who was standing beside the separation belt, and did not speak.

Seeing that Ren Da didn't respond, Zhao Hu continued anxiously: "Officer Ren, look, the rain is a little lighter. I'm really fine here. Just go and get busy. Really!"

Ren Da held onto the concrete guardrail with his left hand, stood up vigorously, turned his head to look at the dirt road to the west, and muttered to himself:

"I guess, there should be a result."