Chapter 173: First-Class Merit

A cigarette hung at Chen Fan's lips; here Chen Fan sat beside the car, panting. The system had already strengthened Chen Fan, but that was only strengthening — it didn't mean Chen Fan would really be fine.

Because he was only stronger than an ordinary person, but in the end he was still human.

Chen Fan reached out, took the scalpel, directly flipped open his own clothes, and pulled a bullet out from his waist.

Chen Fan's gamble this time was that, having been kidnapped this time, he wouldn't be beaten to death, nor crippled.

Originally he wanted to say he wouldn't get hurt at all, but that was too outrageous, and explaining it would be a hassle.

Zhang Tianxiong said, "That bullet of yours — your luck is really good, it didn't even hit your internal organs."

"It got blocked. And besides, gun control in the country is strict — this is just a steel pellet, not some real bullet. These guys are all small fry."

Li Tian brought people over, looked at Chen Fan, and said, "Why do I get the feeling you did it on purpose?"

"So what? If I don't get hurt, how am I supposed to claim that merit?"

Since he's become a forensic doctor, he naturally has to find a way to grab something different, like merit or whatever.

A Second-Class Merit was never what Chen Fan wanted — what Chen Fan wanted was a First-Class Merit.

Yes, in this situation Chen Fan was very selfish, thinking only of himself — his goal was simply to claim the merit.

You have to know, every guard on post was fantasizing about how wonderful it would be if someone attacked them.

This was his chance to turn things around.

Two nurses carried Chen Fan up, and Chen Fan said, "I think I can still say one more line."

Li Tian's face darkened.

Chen Fan looked at the camera and said, "Justice will prevail."

Then Chen Fan collapsed on the spot.

That acting — really, it was rotten beyond belief.

Forget it, Chen Fan really wasn't cut out to be an actor — better to be a fresh-faced pretty boy.

The cameraman said, "Um, should I keep following?"

Chen Fan said, "I've already fainted, what the hell are you still following for."

The cameraman said, "I'm doing a livestream the whole time — you, you should've said so earlier, I would've turned it off."

"Oww, no good, it hurts too much, I'm dying of pain, ahhhhhhhhh."

Mm, the flavor's right — that sharp, pungent smell, the smell of a fresh-faced pretty boy.

But when the cameraman followed Li Tian over here and saw the scene, everyone sucked in a breath.

Someone had fallen to the ground.

Someone had a knife resting on his stomach.

And someone else had his pants down, currently passed out on the ground.

And there was one big guy with over a dozen slash wounds all over his body — yet every single one had avoided the vital spots, and the guy just wouldn't die, nothing happened to him.

"He's a devil, a devil, he's a devil."

The man was fully conscious, but his body wouldn't move.

Li Tian said, "Hm? You can't move?"

"Can't move. I saw him take a knife and cut me over a dozen times. I couldn't feel any pain, but I just watched the knife sliding across my body — he's a demon, a devil."

The man's mind was on the verge of collapse.

"Where is the person. Talk."

"I'll talk, I'll talk."

Here Zhang Tianxiong switched into his gear, loaded it with live rounds on the spot. Once they knew the location, everyone got in the cars and charged over — ran?

Run if you can.

This time I'll show you what cruelty means.

Time slipped away, second by second.

Here, the cameraman followed the whole way, and the viewers also got to see what a crushing-mode arrest looked like.

There's never any such thing as needing to fight it out.

In this country, arrests are just about overwhelming the other side with numbers. If you insist on resisting, they can even throw grenades at you.

Negotiate with you? That's not realistic — what if something goes wrong?

Meanwhile, back at the hospital, Chen Fan contentedly looked at his own wound and said, "Stitch me up a few extra times, thanks."

The doctor said helplessly, "I've already stitched you over thirty times — it's just a flesh wound, is that really necessary?"

"That's none of your business — I'm injured."

"Your teacher and I are alumni. If Old Liu finds out you did this, he'll probably scold me."

"So what? My teacher can't control me."

At that moment Old Liu pushed the door open and walked in with a few new recruits. Chen Fan quickly played dead, eyes shut.

Old Liu said, "You don't actually need the stitches — just from arresting all these people, we can give you a First-Class Merit."

"Why didn't anyone tell me this sooner? Damn it, why didn't anyone tell me?"

"You never asked."

Chen Fan said, "Ah, I really don't need them?"

Old Liu said, "You don't need them, don't worry. Don't tell me you went in alone just for a First-Class Merit."

"Mm, so what? Got a problem?"

"No problem, not a single problem. Go back and write me a fifty-thousand-word self-criticism, go reflect on your mistakes yourself. Is there anything wrong with your body?"

Chen Fan was speechless, sat up and said, "Nothing's wrong, just stitched up the wound."

The doctor said, "Mm, yeah, nothing's wrong — stitched over thirty times, no anesthesia. You're really ruthless."

"It doesn't even hurt. It's fine, it's nothing. Let's go, let's go."

After changing his clothes, Chen Fan touched the wound on his stomach and said, "Mm, I'll be handsome from now on."