Chapter 392: Injured in the Line of Duty

At this moment, Yu Dazhang was lying on the ground, gripping the detonator tightly in his hand.

Just as he was about to flip himself up into a sitting position, Captain Hua suddenly shouted:

"Careful!"

Hearing this, Yu Dazhang immediately turned his head and saw Zhang Chao thrusting an electric baton at him with his other hand.

The tip of the electric baton crackled, flashing blue arcs of electricity.

Oh no!

Yu Dazhang's eyes went wide, a chill running down his back—in his current position…

He couldn't dodge!

"Bzzzzzt—"

The current passing through his body made Yu Dazhang tremble uncontrollably, accompanied by a searing, stabbing pain.

"Bang!" Another gunshot rang out.

Captain Hua fired in time, the bullet striking Zhang Chao's arm.

Zhang Chao cried out in pain, and the electric baton slipped from his hand, clattering to the ground.

Although the electric shock lasted only a very brief moment, it still caused Yu Dazhang to lose function temporarily, his consciousness going hazy.

Captain Hua dared not delay. He quickly moved in front of Zhang Chao, lifted up his clothes, and looked at his waist.

Not a gun?

After picking it up, Captain Hua confirmed it was a stun baton.

These guys are really obsessed with weapons like electric batons… Captain Hua was genuinely speechless at this point.

They could even get their hands on a bomb, yet they didn't bother to get themselves a gun.

Was it that they couldn't get one, or that they simply never thought to arm themselves with firearms?

In the current situation, he had no time to think it over. He kept an ear on the movement at the door while tossing the stun baton and electric baton aside.

Soon, a clamor of noise came from outside—the moment he heard it, he knew a large force had breached in.

There was no need to notify the upper floors; the gunfire itself was the best signal to attack.

Captain Hua let out a breath of relief, then hurried over to Yu Dazhang, crouching down to check his injuries.

Because the electric shock had been brief, Captain Hua found no obvious external wounds on him; for now, it seemed his consciousness was only slightly hazy.

"I should have just blown all of you up the moment you came down!" Zhang Chao, lying on the ground nearby, snarled viciously.

His wrist had already been wrenched apart by Yu Dazhang's brute force, the broken bone even piercing through the skin.

His other arm, meanwhile, had been shot by Captain Hua.

Although it wasn't fatal, it had taken away his ability to resist.

At this moment, Zhang Chao's face, tormented by the severe pain, had become hideously contorted; his already pale complexion was now utterly bloodless.

Captain Hua ignored him, still holding his gun in a state of high alert, not daring to relax in the slightest.

As a seasoned veteran criminal investigator, he knew perfectly well that the best response right now was to stay put and wait for backup.

First, he could keep the suspects inside under control.

Second, he could stay by Yu Dazhang's side in case anything unexpected happened.

He even had a premonition.

If his own carelessness led to something happening to this fat man, there would definitely be someone who would make him regret it for the rest of his life.

After a while longer, he heard someone outside calling his name.

"Hua Kaiquan, Yu Dazhang, say something if you hear me!"

As the voice drew closer, he recognized it as Chief Long's.

"Over here!" Captain Hua called back.

Soon, several officers rushed in with guns drawn, and when they saw the scene inside the room, their eyes went wide.

Seeing Chief Long appear at the doorway, Captain Hua immediately said:

"There's a casualty. Yu Dazhang was hit by an electric baton."

Hearing this, Chief Long immediately turned and shouted toward the outside:

"Stretcher, now!"

Soon, two medics came in carrying a stretcher.

For dangerous operations like this, the police always prepared medics and an ambulance in advance, so that in case of any sudden situation, they could provide treatment in time.

Then, an awkward situation arose.

The two of them combined their strength, trying to lift Yu Dazhang onto the stretcher, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't lift him up—not onto the stretcher, they couldn't even raise him a little.

They probably hadn't expected to encounter a heavyweight casualty today.

"Don't… don't move me."

Suddenly, Yu Dazhang, lying on the ground, spoke up:

"I'm fine, just give me a moment."

Saying so, he struggled to sit up. Although his movements were still a bit stiff, he could already move freely.

Chief Long and Captain Hua immediately crowded over, both looking at him with concerned eyes.

"Let us still get you up onto it," Captain Hua said worriedly.

The two medics standing nearby, upon hearing this, silently clenched their fists.

"No need."

Yu Dazhang took two deep breaths, then slowly stood up.

He moved his limbs a bit, feeling his strength quickly returning.

The principle of a stun baton is high voltage and low current — it won't cause fatal injury, but it can quickly subdue a target.

Quick to subdue, quick to recover.

Of course, that also depends on the duration of the shock. If you keep zapping someone nonstop, it absolutely becomes life-threatening.

Yu Dazhang then walked outside, and everywhere he looked were officers of every police branch.

The guards in uniform had all been subdued and were being escorted outside.

"Find every ventilation opening," Yu Dazhang said to Director Long.

"Don't miss a single one. There has to be an emergency passage here."

Director Long nodded and immediately gave the order.

Ten minutes later.

The officers found a white ventilation pipe in the storeroom next to the kitchen, and following it, they located a hidden passage.

Inside, one guard was moving supplies along with three mentally disabled persons.

This hidden passage led straight to the back mountain, and was normally used to store canned goods, dried provisions, grain, and other long-shelf-life foodstuffs.

Clear those supplies out at a critical moment, and it becomes an escape route.

By the time they were discovered, this route was already open.

When they saw this passage, Director Long and the others couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and at the same time felt immense gratitude for their luck.

This place actually had a secret passage!

If they'd delayed any longer, once night fell, these people really might have escaped through it.

In the end, Yu Dazhang was still taken away in a medical vehicle.

In Director Long's words, going to the hospital for a checkup never hurt — treat illness if you have it, prevent it if you don't.

And the reason Yu Dazhang agreed to get on the medical vehicle was that he really did have some things he needed to consult a doctor about.

After being shocked, he discovered a scattered fragment of memory had appeared in his mind.

In the memory, he was strapped to a bed, his head splitting with pain, his body burning as if on fire.

"A splitting headache" wasn't enough to describe that agony — it was as if ten thousand insects and ants were gnawing inside his brain, a sensation beyond words.

They say once the scar heals, the pain is forgotten.

But don't forget another saying: once bitten by a snake, you fear a well rope for ten years.

The human body retains a memory of the pain it has suffered.

Even if you truly forget, the subconscious keeps an imprint — and that imprint doesn't fade or weaken with time.

At the hospital.

After a round of examinations, Yu Dazhang, following the referrals, arrived at the neurology department.

"Hello, Physician — brain issues, is this the right place?"

Yu Dazhang, holding a stack of examination reports in his hand, asked the middle-aged male doctor before him.

"Be more specific." The doctor pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, sizing him up.

"Did you take a heavy blow to the head?"

"No, no, not at all." Yu Dazhang quickly waved his hands.

He couldn't say why, but at this moment he was actually a little nervous.

Stepping closer to the doctor, he set the papers in his hand on the desk, sat down, and said quietly:

"I've lost my memory."

(End of chapter)