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He muttered, "Why did suicide come to us?"

"Go and have a look."

The two walked another 800 meters along the viaduct, and saw a police motorcycle galloping from the opposite lane on the side, and the little policeman on the bike greeted them from a distance: "Brother Zhou! elder brother!"

"Wen Gao?" Jiang Botao recognized at a glance that the person who came was Ma Jianlin's most precious little apprentice, Shi Wengao, "Are you coming to pick us up?"

"Yeah, Master was dying of anxiety. As soon as I heard that you two were still walking on the bridge, he hurriedly asked me to pick you up on a bicycle." Shi Wengao patted the back seat of the police motorcycle as he said, "Brother, you two Hurry up!"

Usually, police motorcycles can only carry two people. Zhou Zekai and Jiang Botao looked at the back seat behind Shi Wengao, which could only accommodate one person.Zhou Zekai stepped on the motorcycle first, and then he stretched out his hand to Jiang Botao. The latter only struggled for a second, then grabbed his hand and got on the motorcycle. Jiang Botao sat on Zhou Zekai's lap Facing him, the whole person was surrounded by Zhou Zekai's arms.

Jiang Botao felt a little embarrassed at such a close distance in public - God knows how many drivers were watching them - he buried his face in Zhou Zekai's neck and did not look up.

"Sit down?" Shi Wengao asked.

"Yeah." Zhou Zekai answered without changing his expression while holding Jiang Botao in his arms, and then he asked, "Is this suicide on the bridge?"

"No." Shi Wengao slammed the gas pedal, "Human Bomb!"

After the surge of adrenaline subsided, Meng Ping, who was sitting on the vault truss, had gradually calmed down.

The wind on the top of the bridge was very strong, and the cold wind was howling, almost blowing people away.Meng Ping's ears had been blown numb by the cold wind, his limbs were as cold as ice, and the several abrasions caused by climbing the truss when he was angry were screaming at him in pain.Meng Ping felt that he couldn't take it anymore, but he couldn't back down yet, he had to make that scumbag pay the price.

What's more, the matter has come to this point, Meng Ping has no room to retreat.

The entire Qingwan Bridge was blocked across the board, and the bridge deck, which was always full of traffic, was now empty. The condescending Meng Ping could see everyone. Police cars, ambulances, and fire engines were all parked far away, only a few The police officers were as anxious as ants on a hot pan below.The so-called negotiator in uniform was holding up a loudspeaker and doing Meng Ping's ideological work repeatedly. His voice was blown to pieces by the cold wind blowing across the river. He was talking about something, so he repeated his conditions impatiently: "I'll say it again! You let that bastard Tang Jianbo come to see me! No one will be seen at six o'clock! I will blow up the fucking bridge !"

Meng Ping reached out and pulled out his belt, and tied his thighs to the steel bars on the vault. This would save him a little energy to balance his body, and it was also a disguised form of intimidation to the police, telling them that now Meng Ping had followed him. The bridge is tied together, people are on the bridge, people are dead and the bridge is broken.

The police negotiators were angry and impatient, and a few police officers who seemed to be of some status kept smoking. To be honest, Meng Ping, who was shivering from the cold, was enjoying the feeling of being "overwhelmed by the cold" a little bit. : Those high-spirited police officers look up at him, they have guns in their hands, but they can't do anything to him; the medical staff who are waiting in the distance are also looking up at him, whispering a few words from time to time; Meng Ping can even see the There were also many people gathered on the sidewalk by the river. They held up their mobile phones and looked up at him.

Everyone was looking up at Meng Ping.

It feels so good to look down on other people!Realizing this, Meng Ping let out a chuckle. He suddenly doesn't want to die now. He feels that he is like a god now. He is so high and high that everyone looks up to him and fears him. A small movement and trepidation.

——Although they were only afraid that the few catties and several guns on Meng Ping's body would be suddenly detonated by him at a certain inadvertent time.

But in the blink of an eye, thinking of what his wife had suffered, Meng Ping, with a sour nose, wished that Tang Jianbo, that bastard, would show up quickly, so that he could blow him to pieces and blow his bones to ashes.

Compared with other people's sincerity and fear towards Mao, Meng Ping was much calmer. Both Zhang and Zhang were his good partners. They had fought side by side for more than ten years, and they helped Meng with their unique enthusiasm. Ping built the city, demolished those unsightly buildings, blasted those solid rocks, and now they want to help Meng Ping get justice.

From a distance, Meng Ping saw the police motorcycle that had left a few minutes ago come back. He licked his chapped lips, put his thumb on the detonator, and stared at the motorcycle with his eyes fixed.As the motorcycle got closer and closer, Meng Ping's heart beat faster and faster, and the thrill of killing his enemy made him tremble uncontrollably.

How could the police officers, who had been focusing on Meng Ping, miss his little move? The tension spread in the crowd, and the uniformed negotiators shouted hoarsely to tell Meng Ping to calm down. Life is still long. Impulsively made a big mistake.

Meng Ping was not impulsive at all, he lied to the police from the very beginning, he would not let Tang Jianbo go, he wanted to die with him.But the reality made him extremely disappointed: the police motorcycle was only parked next to the ambulance in the distance, and the two people who got off the vehicle were not Tang Jianbo's bastard.

"Damn it." Meng Ping spat, and resentfully took his finger away from the detonator. The police officers on the bridge were obviously relieved, but soon their hearts were raised again.

Now there are less than 10 minutes before the deadline given by Meng Ping, and their time is running out.

"What's the situation?" Jiang Botao got into the ambulance with the back door open. This place has been requisitioned as a temporary headquarters. Since smoking is strictly prohibited in the ambulance, Ma Jianlin can only sit on the stretcher bed and rub his hands to relieve his anxiety: "Seeking revenge, saying that he will detonate the bomb if he does not find people."

Zhou Zekai squeezed to a seat close to the front row, stared at Meng Ping on the bridge through the front window, then turned his head and said, "Yes."

"There's also □□." Ma Jianlin rubbed his temples wearily, "When the grandson climbed up, he also placed □□□ on the truss arch. Once the bridge is detonated, it will definitely not be able to survive."

"What kind of hatred is this?" Jiang Botao clicked his tongue, and then he frowned: "No, how did this person get it?"

"Meng Ping is engaged in the blasting project, so it's not difficult to get it." Ma Jianlin looked at the two of them, "Have you eaten yet?"

"I ate a red bean bun, I'm not full." Jiang Botao replied honestly, and then asked again: "What is his appeal?"

"He wants to see Tang Jianbo, the owner of the construction company he works for." Ma Jianlin took two bags of glucose solution from the side drawer with ease, and gave each of Zhou Zekai and Jiang Botao a bag.

"This is a wage arrears, is this extreme debt collection?" Jiang Botao took the glucose solution, bit open a corner of the plastic bag, and began to drink it unceremoniously. Zhou Zekai next to him just held the glucose solution in his hand, Seeing that Ma Jianlin didn't move: "Where's Tang Jianbo?"

"It's a personal enmity." Ma Jianlin answered Jiang Botao's question first, then he turned to Zhou Zekai and sighed, "Our police are also looking for him."

"What?" Zhou Zekai asked.

"Tang Jianbo is missing." Ma Jianlin paused, then suddenly changed the topic: "Do you know about the case of 'the pregnant woman disappeared mysteriously in the eighth month of her pregnancy, and her body was disemboweled when thrown into the bridge hole'?"

"I don't know." Jiang Botao shook his head, "At that time we were under quarantine inspection, Captain Ma, did you forget?"

Zhou Zekai understood that Ma Jianlin would not suddenly mention another case without thinking. In fact, as long as he related these two things a little, he could easily figure out the key point: "Tang is the murderer, and Meng is the husband of the deceased?"

"Almost. Ten days after the incident, we found the first scene of murder and dismemberment, in the underground garage of a villa owned by Tang Jianbo." Immediately afterwards, Ma Jianlin said regretfully: "But when we came to the door Before, the one surnamed Tang ran away, and escaped cleanly, without any grasp."

"Understood." Zhou Zekai nodded.

His wife died tragically, and the first scene turned out to be his boss's villa, but the boss ran away, and the police were helpless.The murderer has not been brought to justice for a long time. Under the pressure of all aspects, Meng Ping, the husband of the deceased, lost control of his emotions, and finally did such a stupid thing that endangered the safety of himself and public property, which can be regarded as excusable.

——But these are not what Zhou Zekai and Jiang Botao care about.

"What's the arrangement now?" Jiang Botao sipped the last sip of glucose, folded the shriveled plastic bag into small cubes and pinched it in his hands.

"Very passive." Ma Jianlin said helplessly: "The surrounding conditions for sniping are not good, and the only sniping point is the arch truss opposite Meng Ping, but Meng Ping is condescending on it, and he sees any of our actions, so we I didn’t dare to send snipers up there, for fear of provoking him. Now I only sent a few negotiators to dissuade him.”

Zhou Zekai looked around the surrounding environment. Indeed, the conditions for sniping on the scene were very bad. The office building closest to the bridge was two or three kilometers away. Zhou Zekai knew that the straight-line distance from that building to Meng Ping's location was far away just by visual inspection. Beyond the normal sniper range.

What if the sniper is carried out in the car?While Zhou Zekai was thinking this way, he moved to a position close to the front cab and squatted down to observe.

"How?" Jiang Botao naturally knew what Zhou Zekai was doing, so he joined in.The trusses that make up the bridge body are intertwined and complicated. From their positions, they can only clearly see Meng Ping's torso and a section of his calf. Meng Ping's head appears and disappears between the gaps in the trusses.

"No." Zhou Zekai shook his head, "Not sure."

"Then we have to go up to the vault on the opposite side." Jiang Botao tilted his head and thought for a while, then turned to ask Ma Jianlin, "Shoot him directly?"

"...It's best to capture him alive." Ma Jianlin said rather embarrassed: "It's been so long since the case has passed and the murderer hasn't been caught. If any reporter adds fuel to this matter, the police department cannot bear the pressure of public opinion."

"Oh, it's really troublesome." Jiang Botao sighed, and was about to release the spiritual guide to conduct the necessary spiritual detection on Meng Ping. Work hard."

"Okay." Seeing that Zhou Zekai proposed to do it for him, Jiang Botao was naturally happy, so he turned to Ma Jianlin and said, "Captain Ma, can I apply to requisition the blanket under your butt?"

Meng Ping, who was still sitting on the arch truss, was so cold that he couldn't feel his limbs. It was too cold up there, but the coldest thing was his heart.

Meng Ping knew that there was little hope of using this extreme method to force the police to find Tang Jianbo in a short period of time. As time went by, his heart was slowly immersed in the icy river water like a gentle sunset in the west.He looked at the row upon row of buildings in the distance and the little orange lights, and couldn't help feeling sad in his heart.

His wife died tragically, the developing fetus in his stomach disappeared, and Meng Ping's home was gone. As early as a month ago, there was no one belonging to him in the small squares that exuded warmth in this city. That tenderness.

In fact, Meng Ping had thought of death a long time ago. He loved his wife and their unborn child so much. He couldn't wait to rush to her side, try his best to care for her, and soothe her pain. and trauma.But Meng Ping couldn't die at that time, he still didn't know who the murderer who killed Qiandao was.Fortunately, for such vicious murders, the police department has always been very efficient in handling cases, and soon they knew who the murderer was, but there was a bad news: the murderer absconded, and the police department failed to catch him .

What made Meng Ping even more unacceptable was that the insane murderer was actually his boss—Tang Jianbo!

As old employees who have worked in Tang's enterprise for more than ten years, Meng Ping and Tang Jianbo have always had a good relationship. They have never been red in the face of cooperation for more than ten years.Meng Ping couldn't figure out why Tang Jianbo wanted to kill his wife so badly. He really wanted to ask him face to face why.

But that bastard Tang Jianbo hid, Meng Ping couldn't find him, and neither could the police department.So desperate Meng Ping chose to go to the extreme. He wanted to use such a tragic way to let everyone see him, so naturally the media would dig out the story behind him. As long as his tragic story is known to the public, the world will naturally He understood and sympathized with his extreme behavior, and turned to criticize Tang Jianbo, that bastard and useless police department.

In this day and age, there is nothing more terrifying than public opinion.

Meng Ping sat on the top of the high bridge, brewing his revenge alone, and then he caught a glimpse of a young man walking towards him from the place where the ambulance stopped in the distance.

The young man was wearing a light gray casual jacket, the thin hem of which was swaying uncontrollably under the cold wind from the bridge deck. Meng Ping looked at him vigilantly, and unconsciously moved his fingers to the detonator.The young man walked quickly, and within a minute he reached the place where the police officers gathered. He talked to the negotiator who had been doing ideological work for Meng Ping with a loudspeaker, and then the young man took over from him. Loudspeaker.

Oh, another useless negotiator.

Meng Ping knew that he had made up his mind, and he would not be shaken by anyone's words of admonition. He only needed to wait for the bell to ring at six o'clock, and he would be free forever.To Meng Ping's surprise, after the young man got the loudspeaker, he didn't talk to him about the truth, analyze the legal provisions, or look forward to the beauty of life like those negotiators before.The young man turned on the loudspeaker, first tried the sound briefly, and then he cursed very loudly at Meng Ping: "What the hell do you think you are!"

Everyone, including Meng Ping, was shocked by the young man's "dirty words".

The young man didn't care about the reactions of the people around him. He held the loudspeaker in one hand, pointed at Meng Ping above his head with the other, and cursed as if no one else was there: "I feel like my underdeveloped hands can last forever if I climb so high." Really? Why don’t you climb the Burj Khalifa when you think about it this way? I’m wondering, who the hell are you? I really think that if you wrap a few dicks around your waist, you can make everyone coax you I'm looking at you! Who are you threatening? Stupid?!"

Meng Ping suddenly felt the blood rushing upwards. He had never been scolded like this before when he was so big. His hands on the detonator couldn't stop shaking with anger.The negotiators who finally came to their senses were probably afraid that the young man's insults would provoke Meng Ping, so they rushed forward to snatch the loudspeaker from him, but the young man pushed it away: "It's about this time, As long as you mentally retarded are coaxing him, what is there to coax him, a scum that endangers society? If it weren't for the poor bridge, I would have climbed up and shot him to death for the sake of the people. Damn it! If you talk nicely to this kind of idiot, aren’t you also idiots?!”

After scolding the negotiators, the young man still pointed at Meng Ping and continued to curse: "What are you looking at! Killing a scum like you is a waste of bullets! Climbing here to blow up the bridge for such a trivial matter? Do you think so? The whole world will sympathize with you! Bah! Do you think that the people are the reincarnation of the Virgin Mary! The halo of white lotus shines on the earth?! Don’t even look at what you look like, and want people to sympathize with you?! Bah! Let me tell you, all the people here will be evacuated immediately, you fucking love to blow yourself up or not! No one cares about you! Stupid!"

Meng Ping's lungs were about to explode, he no longer cared about his rhetoric of "exploding the bomb at six o'clock", he was going to detonate the bomb now, and die with this ignorant kid.Having made up his mind, Meng Ping decisively pressed the detonator in his hand, and then he was suddenly stunned by the young man's endless scolding, "You fool, who are you threatening with a bunch of teddy bears in your arms?!" Stop - because he actually has a teddy bear in his hand!And those cockroaches and cockroaches tied to his body also turned into a bunch of teddy bears!

At the moment when Meng Ping was stunned, something flew past him with a "swoosh" sound, and the severe pain exploded on his body that had become dull due to the cold, and Meng Ping responded When he came over, he was shot in the right shoulder.Meng Ping suddenly looked up and looked at the only place where he could hit him - the vault truss opposite him - but there was no one there!

It was too late and then soon, the moment Meng Ping looked up to look at the opposite truss, another bullet hit him abruptly, this time it was his right shoulder that was injured, and Meng Ping, who was continuously shot, was in great pain. The detonator that was held tightly in his hand for some reason suddenly turned into a teddy bear came out and fell straight towards the bridge.

The invisible sniper didn't give Meng Ping any time to breathe, and the third bullet still hit his right shoulder. This shot made Meng Ping completely lose his balance, and he fell crookedly from the vault truss. down.The moment he fell from the side, Meng Ping suddenly felt afraid of the death he had been looking forward to. He didn't want to die, he didn't want to die, he really didn't want to die!

Meng Ping didn't fall directly. The belt he used to tie his thighs to the steel bars of the vault to balance his body saved his life. Meng Ping, who was hanging head-down in mid-air, was drenched in cold sweat. Before he could rejoice over his fate, the sniper's fourth bullet pierced through the air.The bullet didn't hit Meng Ping's right shoulder, but broke the belt that put Meng Ping's life on the line.

"No—" Meng Ping was terrified by the sudden fall, and he yelled in despair. After all, Meng Ping knew that there was no safety air cushion under his feet.

—but he fell viciously on the air cushion.

Meng Ping was lying on his back in the center of the safety air cushion, with a stupid expression on his face. It was obvious that he was in extreme panic.The police officers who were already waiting around rushed forward and contained him in an instant.

Before being handcuffed and taken to the police car, Meng Ping turned his head to look at the arch truss of the bridge. There was a man standing there looking at him, his windbreaker fluttering in the cold wind on the bridge top.

Jiang Botao squatted beside the bridge with his knees hugged, looking as if he was about to commit suicide by jumping into the river any minute.

"Good job." Ma Jianlin came over and threw Jiang Botao's coat that he took off on the car on his shoulder, "I didn't realize that, you kid is quite good at swearing."

"Captain Ma, don't talk about it." Jiang Botao tugged on the clothes on his back and defended in a low voice, "I just learned this from the Internet too..."

"Okay, okay, get up, the matter is settled now." Ma Jianlin put a bag of glucose solution on his shoulder, "I see that you have consumed a lot, so hurry up and eat."

"No, I can't get up yet." Jiang Botao didn't look up, but reached out and groped for the bag of glucose solution in his hand, bit open a corner and sipped it: "Captain Ma, hurry up and call Xiao Zhou here .Also, throw all those teddy bears into the explosion-proof barrels, quickly."

"What?" Ma Jianlin couldn't understand.

"Go!" Jiang Botao growled, looking very nervous.

Seeing his serious look, Ma Jianlin didn't dare to delay, and immediately summoned his staff to throw the collected teddy bears into the spare explosion-proof bucket.Zhou Zekai didn't need him to make a special call, because he went directly to Jiang Botao's side after getting off the truss.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Zekai asked.

"Shoot that down." Jiang Botao pointed to a teddy bear stuck in the gap of the pipe frame beside the bridge and said to Zhou Zekai, "Hurry up."

"Okay." Zhou Zekai didn't ask why, but just held the gun on his back in his hand.This kind of close-range shooting is a piece of cake for Zhou Zekai, a sharpshooter. He pulled the bolt and fired a bullet. After aiming for a while, he pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced through the cotton-filled teddy bear. The body shot straight into the water from the gap in the pipe.Seeing that the teddy bear did not fall, Zhou Zekai pushed another bullet. After repeating this five times, the tattered teddy bear finally slipped down from the pipe rack.

"Is the explosion-proof barrel locked?" Jiang Botao asked loudly.

"It's locked! The personnel have also withdrawn!" Ma Jianlin shouted and replied from a distance.

"Xiao Zhou, get ready, I'll count to one, two, three." Jiang Botao took a deep breath, "One, two, three!"

As soon as Jiang Botao's words fell, Zhou Zekai turned around and threw him to the ground, protecting him. A violent explosion sounded from under his feet, and the huge water column aroused by the explosion leaped up and hit the bridge directly. The two were poured from head to toe, and at the same time there was a muffled sound from the explosion-proof barrel on the bridge.

All the onlookers exclaimed.

Jiang Botao, who was drenched in water, finally heaved a sigh of relief at this moment. He lay on his side on the bridge and breathed heavily: "I can't do it, Xiao Zhou, I'm going to die."

"Don't be silly." Zhou Zekai whispered, took out the bag of glucose solution that Ma Jianlin gave him earlier from his pocket, and handed it over: "Here."

"No glucose, I want meat." Jiang Botao weakly pushed away Zhou Zekai's kindness, obviously he had reached his limit.

"What's going on here?" Ma Jianlin, who had lingering fears, approached and asked. A staff member from the police department opened the explosion-proof barrel to check the situation, and the smell of gunpowder instantly permeated the bridge deck.

"Before Jiang 'changed' those bombs, they had already been detonated by Meng, but the 'change' happened in time, so they didn't explode." In view of Jiang Botao's almost half-dead state, Zhou Zekai had no choice but to take responsibility for Ma Jianlin. The important task of dispelling confusion, "Jiang just kept staring at the detonator, and then released it after the treatment was completed, so it exploded."

Zhou Zekai calmly talked about things that are completely impossible in the eyes of ordinary people, and Ma Jianlin's jaw dropped when he heard it: "How do you want me to write a report?"

Zhou Zekai, who was about to hug Jiang Botao, shrugged his shoulders, saying that this was Ma Jianlin's trouble, and it had nothing to do with him.

"Oh, forget it, why don't you just make up a story? I'm used to it." Ma Jianlin sighed resignedly, and said to Zhou Zekai, "Both of you go to the ambulance and wait. I'll treat you to dinner tonight after the treatment here."

"Okay." Zhou Zekai picked up Jiang Botao, who was already in a semi-conscious state, and went straight to the ambulance.

During the half hour waiting for Ma Jianlin, Zhou Zekai first helped Jiang Botao dry his body, and then forced him to drink several bags of glucose, until Jiang Botao's face looked a little bloody.While the latter suppressed the desire to vomit and mechanically swallowed the glucose solution, while staring at Zhou Zekai's face, he swore viciously: He would never let Zhou Zekai touch him again in the next week.

Zhou Zekai never cared much about Jiang Botao's threats. Instead, he stretched out his hand to pinch the soft flesh on Jiang Botao's waist, with an evil smile on his handsome face called "The more you don't let me touch it, the more I want to touch it."Jiang Botao became impatient and grabbed his hand with his backhand, but Zhou Zekai dodged it lightly.

When the two were fighting, Ma Jianlin finally came over, but his face looked a little bad.

"Boys, I'm sorry, dinner is cancelled."