Kidney master

The moment Ji Yi'an saw the letter, he understood why the battle he thought would be extremely difficult went so smoothly this time.

Gaso had been killed by someone invisible in the darkness.

Their appearance of such precise layout and fighting is a joke in the eyes of that person.

So what brought them here was——

He raised his eyebrows slightly, looked out of the window, but suddenly saw a slightly flickering red light in the reflection.

Ji Yian was startled.

"Go!! There is a bomb/bomb!!!"

Everyone ran out without even reacting to his words. The ticking sound of the bomb/bomb was so slight that it was almost imperceptible, and it was infinitely amplified at this moment, piercing people's eardrums with pain.

Daming looked back the moment he rushed out, and was so surprised to find that Ji Yi'an was carrying Jiasu's body on his back.

"Season team! Hurry up!"

"you go first!"

Ji Yi'an yelled at him, grabbed Jiasu's two arms and swung them over his shoulders, fixed him on his back in a mess, and rushed out quickly.

A wave of heat swept across the sky and covered the sky, and the explosion sounded like a mountain roar and tsunami instantly caused severe tinnitus, and even the consciousness drifted to the clouds in the distance.

At the last moment when Ji Yi'an's consciousness remained, he only felt that his back was being slapped by a huge impact force, and his arms were scalded by the scalding heat wave so that he could hardly catch Jiasu.

He was thrown directly from the second floor by the heat wave and fell into the grass pile. His body fell twice, and overwhelming pain spread from his limbs.

"Square team!"

"team leader!"

"Go and bring the car over here!"

In the midst of intermittent voices, Ji Yi'an suddenly heard a light voice mixed with it.

——Captain Ji, have a smooth journey and return safely.

***

"Ji team's injuries are not serious, just a slight concussion, and the fainting is caused by the impact caused by the high-intensity explosion and the fall from a high place." The doctor sent from China said after a series of examinations, "Fortunately, the drug dealer did it for him. The human flesh cushion cushioned it."

Cen Han and Xiao Yan sat in front of the doctor: "What about his arm?"

"For common burns, just apply ointment on time."

Xiao Yan held back his mouth: "It's completely impossible for him to apply the ointment on time."

"What do you say?"

A lazy voice sounded from the door, Ji Yi'an was leaning against the wall, the sleeves of his clothes were cut, his upper arm was flushed, and a piece of gauze was stuck on his forehead.

He was obviously in a terrible embarrassment, but he was also arrogant, "Sputtering bad things while the captain is away."

"Hey, Team Ji..." Xiao Yan scratched the back of his head with embarrassment.

"Where's Gaso?" Ji Yi'an asked.

"His body has been sent back to Yunnan, and the Forensic Medicine Department is arranging his further autopsy."

"Okay." Ji Yian nodded.

The authorities originally requested that Jiasu be captured alive, not only because Jiasu killed the 12 Chinese citizens, but also to obtain more information about other drug dealers through interrogation, especially Nugu.

But this time they were already dead as soon as they caught Jiasu, so they could only minimize the loss as much as possible and let the dead man spit out more truths.

"Oh no, I'll go rest for a while." Ji Yi'an pinched his forehead.

The aftermath of the concussion is still there, and the brain is like a sea wave at high tide, which pushes the consciousness away and returns after a while, which is very uncomfortable.

Cen Han hurriedly got up to help him: "I'll accompany you back!"

"Where's the old man helping?" Ji Yi'an raised his hand to avoid it, and didn't let her support him.

**

When the two were walking out, Song Chu opened the door and ran in.

This girl who became the devil in the hearts of drug dealers in the Golden Triangle did not make herself look glamorous. She wore simple white T jeans, her face was sober, and she did not wear any makeup.

The face that is too fair outlines the clarity and softness that a 26-year-old girl should have.

Her long hair was tied up high, her ponytail was neat and neat, and her collarbone and neck were thin and sharp, like a butterfly spreading its wings.

Song Chu strode straight towards him, the indifference in his eyebrows and eyes that never cared about anyone or anything in the past disappeared in the slightly furrowed waves, and the remaining worry and tenderness had nowhere to hide.

Ji Yi'an stared at her blankly, at that moment, the dizziness left by the explosion miraculously disappeared.

"you……"

Song Chu opened his mouth and uttered a short monosyllable with a vague nasal sound.

Her breathing was a little short, like a choked sob, and her gaze was trembling, like pieces of light and fluttering feathers, falling on the wound on Ji Yian's body.

Finally, it landed on Cen Han, who was half a step away from him, and Cen Han was also looking at her.

Song Chu seemed to be sobered up by a splash of ice water in an instant, realizing how nervous and ridiculous his actions and demeanor were just now.

She is like a snail that has just come out of its shell, and after suddenly waking up, she is about to shrink back to her safe zone.

However, when she was about to retract, she was forcibly grabbed by someone.

Ji Yi'an raised his hand to grab her arm almost at the moment when her expression changed, and squeezed her palm as if to comfort her.

Song Chu felt that he could breathe again, and finally said the whole thing: "Are you... all right?"

"It's okay." Ji Yi'an replied quickly, "I'm okay, I just have a slight concussion, I'll be fine after a while, why are you here?"

"Ah..." Song Chu responded lightly, "I heard that a group of soldiers in camouflage uniforms came here. I guessed it might be you, so I came here..."

The place where they are located is the place where the anti-narcotics brigade temporarily lived, and even the doctor is in the team

Ji Yi'an frowned: "Is that why you're here?"

"Ah."

"Has anyone seen it?"

Song Chu's eyebrows overflowed with a little irritability: "I don't know."

Just as Ji Yian was about to say something, she was interrupted by Song Chu. She raised half of her mouth and sneered: "So what if I see it, I'm not afraid of them, they can't kill me."

"I'm afraid." Ji Yi'an sighed, "You are our police informant now, if your identity is exposed, will drug dealers still care about your identity as Miss Song? Can your knife be faster than a bullet?"

Song Chu looked at him without saying a word, and didn't speak for a while.

Cen Han behind him said "I'll get the medicine" and left.

Song Chucai said softly: "Isn't it because of you?"

Ji Yi'an only felt that his heart softened.

Song Chu's light and weightless words were like a sharp knife, cutting open his chest viciously, forcing a throbbing that might not give birth to any results.

"Ah."

He responded, raised the corners of his lips and smiled lightly, and raised his hand to stroke Song Chu's soft hair.

***

The period after the concussion is always very uncomfortable, with dizziness, headache, retching and nausea, Ji Yi'an finally fell asleep on the bed.

Cen Han came over with a tube of ointment and a bag of messy medicines, and stood still in front of Song Chu.

Song Chu looked up at her, didn't speak, but raised his eyebrows.

"Here." Cen Han handed over the ointment.

"Ok?"

"Boss's arms are both burned, and he is asleep now, you can apply some ointment to him."

Song Chu looked at the ointment in some bewilderment, she had never taken care of anyone before, and felt that it was very strange for Cen Han to ask her to apply the ointment on Ji Yi'an.

"Aren't you going?" Song Chu asked back.

Cen Han was impatient: "Are you going or not?"

Strange.

It was the first time Song Chu was spoken to in such an impatient manner, which time was she not impatient with others?

"Go." She took the ointment.

By the way, he could also touch his muscles. Song Chu didn't intend to refuse such a good thing.

She lifted her feet to walk into the room, but was stopped by Cen Han again, Song Chu turned her head and looked at her expressionlessly.

"Song Chu." Cen Han looked at her, "I still feel that you and Team Ji are not the same way, but since he likes you, I also hope that he is happy, I just hope that if you don't like him enough, don't hurt him .”

Song Chu frowned halfway through her speech, and couldn't help but squeeze the hose: "He likes me?"

"Isn't it?" Cen Han was surprised.

"Of course not." Song Chu didn't hesitate.

"But didn't he wear the peace amulet you gave him?"

Song Chu laughed: "That means he likes me? Are you a primary school student in love?"

Song Chu's three or two sentences annoyed Cen Han again, so he went into the bedroom satisfied.

***

Ji Yi'an was lying on the bed, without a quilt, wearing a black vest, his muscles were stretched, and his waistline was so beautiful that it made people want to touch it and feel it.

The safety buckle is still hanging around his neck.

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, it was discovered that a crack had formed on the jade.

There is a saying that jade is safe, and when danger is turned into good fortune, the jade will shatter.

She remembered Cen Han's words again - Ji Yi'an likes her?

Of course Song Chu understands that there is indeed an undercurrent between the two of them, but everything is still under control, they are not the same way, it's okay to have fun, but they just can't be serious.

She laughed at herself, unscrewed the cap and squeezed out a piece of ointment on her finger.

Ji Yi'an's skin was warm and dry, and the burn on his arm was red with a layer of small blisters. Song Chu frowned, and the hand he touched couldn't help but relax.

When the ointment is applied to the skin, it cools instantly, suppressing the original hot pain.

Ji Yi'an was not asleep because of the concussion, but he woke up early after this movement, but he didn't open his eyes.

In the nose is Song Chu's usual scent of perfume, Ji Yi'an slightly raised his eyebrows, the side of his neck was Song Chu's brushed hair, allowing her to smear on the burn on his upper arm.

Both arms were painted, Song Chu wiped his hands with a tissue, and stood by the bed condescendingly looking down at this extremely attractive body.

After 2 minutes of silence, she couldn't hold back, and raised her hand to touch the man's waist.

Hard, you can feel the beautiful muscle lines.

Song Chu withdrew his hand, only to hear a muffled laugh, the half-sleeping hoarseness hidden in his voice.

Ji Yi'an squinted his eyes and said lazily, "What are you doing while I'm asleep?"

Song Chu regained his composure in the momentary daze, and shrugged very calmly: "Pretending to be asleep on purpose, are you expecting me to do something?"

Ji Yi'an laughed, his expression that was slightly frowned because of the pain stretched out, and he sat up with difficulty.

"In a few days, come back to Yunnan with us." Ji Yi'an said.

Song Chu was surprised: "Why?"

"You should go on a trip and avoid the limelight, and come back after you are sure that you have not revealed your identity here."

Song Chu nodded: "Alright."

***

Two days later, the whole team returned to Yunnan.

Because of the explosion, Ji Yi'an was the last to take Jiasu's body out, and the others were not injured, so it was the best ending of being tricked.

Provincial Department Corps.

A group of people sat in the conference room with a long table.

Pang Ju: "How about Jiasu's autopsy report?"

The forensic doctor on the side replied: "He had a severe withdrawal reaction during his lifetime. It is reasonable to suspect that after killing 12 Chinese citizens in Mengla County, he was forcibly raped by another person, and then he injected an overdose of drugs when you approached at the right time. Resulting in death from a one-time drug overdose."

Ji Yi'an frowned: "Did Jiasu inject it himself or someone else?"

"We checked the pinhole guide. This cannot be inferred. When the withdrawal reaction is too severe, he is prone to strong dependence and hallucinations. It is normal to accidentally overdose himself."

"But you have to provide him with an excessive amount of drugs, so that he can make such a mistake." Ji Yi'an said expressionlessly.

"That's right." The chief of the forensic department nodded, "In addition, we didn't provide him with drugs in the early stage to make him addicted. No matter what the possibility is, it is the intention of the mastermind behind it."

Pang Ju asked again, "How about the identification result of that handwriting?"

He was referring to the letter paper that said "You're welcome", and it was most likely the only thing left to them by the mastermind behind the scenes.

Xiao Yan: "We checked the fluency of the handwriting and the gravity of the writing, and we can judge that the person who wrote these words must be a person who can write Chinese, and it cannot be achieved by short-term practice."

Ji Yi'an added: "As for the material and style of the letter paper, after investigation, we only found that it was sold in a small shop five kilometers away, but the shop owner said that no one had bought this kind of paper in recent months, and we are still working on it. Survey."

However, it is unlikely that clues can be found from it, and Ji Yi'an is also aware of this.

"But we can basically speculate." Ji Yi'an said, "This matter must have something to do with Nugu.

The bastard thing Jiasu did made it necessary for the Chinese to catch him, and once he was captured alive, Nugu would be directly affected by his interests.

It is impossible for Nugu to spare his life.

Everyone exchanged all the information they investigated, but failed to find a strong breakthrough.

Ju Pang knocked on the table: "Anyway, everyone can come back safely this time and bring back Jiasu's body. It's an excellent job, and it can be regarded as being able to keep up with the boss. Everyone has worked hard these days, so the Ministry of Public Security specially approved In order to give you four days of rest, go back and see your parents and your wives and children."

Everyone cheered.

"Everyone pack up and go, ah." Pang Ju smiled, "Yi'an, wait a minute."

"what happened?"

"The results of this operation will be announced on the news soon. What the Minister of Public Security in Beijing means is that he hopes you can go there in person and receive an award from the commendation conference."

"Pang Bureau, it's only a four-day vacation." Ji Yi'an said helplessly, "Don't send me to Beijing, it's over for four days, not to mention that our front-line anti-narcotics police can't make news."

As front-line anti-narcotics police, their information cannot be disclosed, and many martyrs cannot even put photos on their tombstones after they die.

"You boy." Pang Ju smiled in a good mood, "Okay, I'll tell the higher-ups to send me the medal or something."

"By the way," Pang Ju said again, "Can you continue your undercover status?"

"Everyone pays great attention to hiding me when I go in and out. The drug dealers who have seen my face have not slipped through the net. It should be possible to continue, but I have arranged an informant to find out whether anyone has seen me."

"The informant named Song?"

"No, other hookups."

"Okay, anyway, you pay attention to safety, the bureau has very high expectations of you."

Ji Yi'an rubbed his nose and smiled: "Understood."

***

The sunshine in winter has no temperature, and the winter in Yunnan is slightly colder than that in the Golden Triangle. In the early Song Dynasty, I wore a thin windbreaker outside.

She leaned against the car body, lazily, with a cigarette between her fingers, and only when she saw Ji Yi'an walking out of the police station did she have some expression on her face.

Ji Yi'an strode towards her, raised his hand and slapped her lightly on the back of the head: "No smoking area, put out the cigarettes."

Song Chu exhaled a puff of cigarettes on Ji Yian's face, and then pinched the cigarette on the top of the trash can in satisfaction.

Get in the car and close the door with a "bang".

Song Chu pulled down the sun visor and opened the mirror on it, and put on a new layer of lipstick for himself, which was red.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"I told you before that I want to teach you how to shoot a gun."

"Ballooning again?" Song Chu dismissed it.

Ji Yi'an laughed: "A real gun, shoot a target."

Song Chu hooked his lower lip in a little surprise, then lazily leaned into the car seat: "Okay."

***

"Ji team, it's been a long time."

As soon as Ji Yi'an entered, the janitor at the door greeted him, and then saw the girl behind him. He had never seen a policewoman like that before, so he naturally thought it was a family member.

Seeing his expression, Ji Yi'an understood it, and rushed to the front and said, "This is our team's newly registered informant, and I'll take her to practice shooting."

"Ah, that's right, okay, I'll get you the keys."

Ji Yi'an took the key, and turned a few turns to the shooting room with ease.

There was no one inside.

Generally, those who come here are intern police officers. In the end, they need to go through many tests before becoming a regular intern. Shooting a gun is one of them. Ji Yian only comes here occasionally to practice his hand skills when he is bored.

But he is an anti-narcotics policeman, and he has very little free time.

Ji Yi'an handed the protective cap and earplugs to Song Chu, then quickly put on the equipment himself, picked up a gun and put the magazine into it.

He turned around, only to find that Song Chu was still tinkering with the hat.

He laughed softly.

Song Chu raised his eyes to look at him, and simply let go, and stared at him directly with his head up, the meaning was obvious, asking him to wear it for her.

With a soft "tsk", Ji Yi'an deftly pulled the elastic band to the bottom to tighten her jaw. His slender fingers, with warm and dry pads, rubbed against her chin, exuding indescribable meaning.

Song Chu's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, and then she frowned when the elastic band strangled her chin and let out a "boo".

"Too tight."

"It must be this tight." Ji Yi'an handed the gun to her.

He took Song Chu to the shooting stand, and there was a row of gun targets in front of him.

"Stand with feet shoulder-width apart."

Song Chu followed suit.

"Holding the gun in the left hand, with the upper left arm attached to the chest, and the neck of the gun in the right hand."

Song Chu tried to do what he said, and Ji Yi'an pinched her elbow to adjust the height of the gun, and had a brief but intimate contact.

"Your hand, don't keep shaking it." Ji Yi'an patted the back of her left hand.

Song Chu immediately relaxed after that shot, the gun almost fell to the ground, but Ji Yian grabbed the barrel of the gun.

"It's too heavy." Song Chu flicked his wrist, "I can't hold it steady."

Ji Yi'an laughed: "This gun is already considered light, and the range of the gun's target does not match the pistol grip. Do you still want to shoot?"

"Hit." Song Chu picked it up again.

"Now I'll teach you how to aim." Ji Yi'an stood beside her and moved the barrel of the gun to the target in front of her. "Let your eyes, the notch, and the front sight line up."

Song Chu did as he did, retracting his chin, raising his eyes to stare at the center of the target, his originally slightly wide eyelids were narrowed, and the tails of his eyes were raised with a flamboyant edge.

boom--!

The bullet is fired through the trajectory very fast.

Ji Yi'an took a look at the binoculars on the side, and said with a smile, "Not bad."

"Let me take a look." Song Chu took it, looked over, and frowned dissatisfiedly, "Why are you so biased?"

"It's good to be able to hit the target for the first time. If you are weak, you can't hold the gun steadily. When you press the trigger, the gun will be crooked."

"You come."

There was another loud bang.

Song Chu kept looking at the binoculars and witnessed the process of the bullet embedded in the red heart. It was fast and powerful.

"It's amazing." She said sincerely.

Song Chu fired several shots in a row, and his best score was only five rings, and two of them missed the target.

"Okay." Ji Yian said.

Song Chu: "Let me hit one with eight rings."

"I can't fight." Ji Yi'an said bluntly, "Let's talk about it after your arms get fatter by two laps."

Song Chu cut his voice.

Ji Yi'an: "Your shoulder doesn't hurt?"

Only then did Song Chu belatedly realize that his shoulder was already red, and it would hurt if he pulled it, and he might be bruised later.

***

The two left the shooting room.

Ji Yian walked in front, followed by Song Chu, still holding a gun in his hand.

Like a gun hole black hole.

I know that it is not easy to aim at a fixed target after shooting a gun myself, not to mention that when they go to the battlefield, they are facing cunning drug dealers, and drug dealers are likely to have guns in their hands.

What does it feel like to aim at the gun hole?

She remembered when Gaso had pointed a gun at her.

It seems that there is nothing special about it. She spared her life, and she didn't have awe of guns at that time.

Unexpectedly, Song Chu turned the gun, aimed the dark hole at his own eyes, and looked in——

Suddenly, the wrist was pinched severely.

"What are you doing!" Ji Yi'an turned around and saw her pointing the gun straight at him, her eyes were indifferent, her heart jumped in shock, and she said angrily, "Are you looking for death!?"

Song Chu was stunned for a few seconds, but he didn't seem to realize that he was stunned by something just now.

It took a while before he replied unhurriedly: "I just want to see."

"See how I died under the bullet?" Ji Yi'an was furious.

Song Chu looked at him coolly, walked over with a blank face, "clicked" and opened the safety catch, then closed it again: "The safety catch is not even open."

She had the upper hand, and even her eyes seemed to hide: "Who said that people who don't know how to shoot a gun will be scared by a gun without a safety catch?"

Ji Yi'an ignored her, walked away with a gun in his hand.

Song Chu sighed helplessly, looked at his back as he walked away and thought silently: Why are you so angry?

Then, she ran two quick steps and grabbed Ji Yian's clothes.

Softly: "I really don't want to commit suicide."

"Do not you worry."