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If a person accidentally wanders deep into the mountains, there is a risk of being attacked. If someone intends to hide inside, they must endure mosquito bites and can only stay hidden for a while, which would consume a lot of energy and resources, putting the hostage in great danger.
They learned from the informant that the hostage had injuries to both legs and was unable to walk on their own. There was also a wound that required timely medication; if it became infected, it could lead to amputation or even death. Neither outcome was something they wanted to see.
As the police car accelerated, they contacted other officers to begin blocking all exits of the forest, in case those inside managed to escape through other directions after entering the woods.
In the fields, several vehicles were moving much slower than on the road, and changing direction was not as agile as it would be on the highway. The occupants of the black car seized an opportunity, leaning out of the vehicle to fire several shots at the police car's tires.
The police car was less maneuverable in the fields than on the road and could not evade in time; its tires were shot out one after another, kicking up clouds of dirt. The hit tires quickly deflated, rendering the vehicle unable to continue.
The leading police cars had no choice but to stop. The officers inside had already donned their bulletproof vests and taken appropriate protective measures. They quickly exited their vehicles and ran to pursue the black car.
The destruction of their tires boosted the confidence of those in the black car. They aimed their guns again at the officers who had just gotten out of their cars. The police used blast shields to protect themselves as one occupant of the black car mocked, "You all look like cowards, protecting yourselves so well!"
"Exactly! We're right outside; if they were just a bit braver, they might actually..."
As he spoke, he felt a sharp pain in his ear. He raised his hand to touch it and found it sticky with blood. Before he could fully comprehend what had happened, his gun hand was hit, causing him to forget about his weapon as it fell from his grasp.
"My gun! My gun!"
It was clear that their opponents had come prepared for an ambush; they were equipped with armored vehicles and all necessary gear. They had guns, and so did the police. Moreover, the police had blast shields, helmets, and bulletproof vests. Without weapons, they would either have to surrender or be shot.
Ignoring the pain in his ear and hand, he leaned out of the window, trying to retrieve his weapon that had fallen to the ground. However, as the vehicle was moving forward, by the time he realized what was happening, they had already traveled over ten meters; retrieving his weapon was impossible.
Seeing his frantic actions, a companion beside him quickly reached out and pulled him back into the vehicle.
"Let go of me, I need to get my..."
Smack!
His companion, seeing him act so recklessly, slapped him hard.
"Get a grip! There are cops outside. If you stick your body out, they'll turn you into a pincushion!"
The police had been looking for an opportunity; once they caught a break, they would strike hard. Just moments ago, they had gotten carried away and ended up injuring two of their own.
One of the injured was in worse shape than the one who lost his gun; his left eye had been shot through, and the pain was unbearable, causing him to scream in agony.
The cramped space of the vehicle was not suitable for movement. As he collapsed, the atmosphere inside the car suddenly became tense, the smell of blood filling the air and extinguishing the earlier excitement.
"Hurry up and bandage their wounds!"
They all carried basic medical kits. For those who had dealt with death for years, basic first aid was something they could manage.
Time was of the essence as they quickly bandaged their companion's wounds and fed them two painkillers each. The painkillers wouldn't take effect immediately, and the cries of the injured continued unabated.
The once arrogant group now dared not underestimate those outside the vehicle; no one was willing to stick their head out again.
Taking advantage of the situation, the pursuing police moved aside, allowing the remaining uninjured police cars to accelerate in pursuit of the black vehicle.
The police cars were high-performance vehicles, quickly closing in on the black car. As it reached the edge of a forest, they abandoned it and got out.
Using the car as cover, they fired a few shots at the police cars before dragging Mong Si out of the vehicle.
Mong Si had already seen a glimmer of hope for rescue when those around him were injured.
These police officers were clearly well-trained. Perhaps they hadn't faced a situation like this before, but they handled it well without showing any fear.
What he needed to do now was to prevent these desperate criminals from harming him. When the police caught up, he wanted to ensure he could survive long enough for them to save him.
Mong Si's legs were injured, and being dragged along made them feel like they weren't even his anymore.
He could endure quite a bit; gritting his teeth tightly, aside from the cold sweat on his face and his pale complexion, no one could tell how much pain he was in at that moment.
Mong Si was tall and muscular; he weighed more than an average person. Those dragging him needed to exert considerable effort to move him.
After just over ten meters, they were already panting heavily.
He said to the leader, "Boss, that guy said we can kill this burden if the situation calls for it. With so many police surrounding us now, keeping him with us will be a liability. We might as well take his life right now!"
It was all this person's fault for attracting so many police and injuring two of their brothers!
The man aimed his gun at Mong Si, ready to pull the trigger at any moment.
...
Hospital.
Zhu Junjie was afraid of disturbing Tong Tong, so he stood outside the ward, glancing at his phone from time to time.
Why hadn't there been any news from the police yet?
Weren't they supposed to have found that car?
Could it be that those people had clashed with the police?
If there was a confrontation, there would be casualties, and Mong Si would be the first to suffer.
Zhu Junjie's mind was filled with Mong Si's information and the vague yet vivid dreams that had been haunting him lately.
The desperate scenes in his dreams made him restless.
He paced back and forth in the corridor.
In the next moment, Zhu Junjie thought of Assistant Hu and irritably ran his fingers through his hair.
Perhaps if Mong Si died like this, it would at least be an explanation for Assistant Hu.
But... Zhu Junjie recalled how Mong Si had saved Tong Tong, and his heart became chaotic. Unable to bear the inner turmoil, he went to visit Assistant Hu.
Assistant Hu's condition had stabilized and he had been moved to a regular ward.
In the ward, Assistant Hu's parents were by his bedside; after their son was injured, they looked significantly older.
Although Song Lan had immediately hired a caregiver for Assistant Hu upon learning of his injury, taking care of both the elderly couple and Assistant Hu, they were unable to eat or sleep well and appeared extremely haggard.
This was all Mong Si's doing.
Yet here he was worrying about Mong Si; it felt unfair to Assistant Hu.
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