Chapter 116

"Handcuffs. Throw the gun away, throw it away." Wei Zhengguo was old, his adrenaline wasn't replenished as fast as Wen Ming's, and at a distance of nearly ten meters, he fell behind by two steps, shouting loudly.

Wen Ming's hot blood surged, and he couldn't care about so much; first, he forced Old Hu's arm over, then kicked his pistol away, and when he wanted to touch the handcuffs, Wei Zhengguo behind him came up.

"Cuff him, cuff him first." Wei Zhengguo clicked twice, cuffed him from behind Old Hu, then turned him over, and saw a hole in Old Hu's chest, bleeding gurglingly, and the person was breathing more than inhaling.

Wen Ming was still in a passionate state, his elbow pressing hard on Old Hu's neck, with the appearance of "I can tear tigers and leopards alive."

"The person is going to die, let go, let go!" Wei Zhengguo patted Wen Ming's big arm hard and pulled him up.

At such a nervous time point, doing things is an instinctual reaction; there is no time to think carefully at all.

By analogy, this time is like the last minute of the middle school or college entrance examination, you find that your name is not written, the answer sheet is copied wrong, and you know that the teacher has an 80% chance of collecting the paper on time; what should be done first, and what should be done later?

For Wen Ming, Wei Zhengguo, and Jiang Yuan, this is the time when a decision is needed.

Mu Zhiyang was hit by two bullets, blood loss plus fear, and had already fainted.

"Block the blood, don't move around. I'll be there right away." Jiang Yuan stuffed two rolls of bandages in his trouser pocket when he went out, took them out at this time, wrapped them hard around Mu Zhiyang's shoulder, and then checked the wound situation.

A large piece of flesh on the inside of the left arm was torn away, but Jiang Yuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. One second to remember

Fortunately, if it were two centimeters to the left, Mu Zhiyang would be dead.

Now it's nothing more than skin and flesh wounds.

The first wave of reinforcements was the armed police; two armed police holding long guns ran for two or three hundred meters, and when they came over, they saw that no one was standing, and their hearts suddenly twitched, and they clicked and loaded the bullets.

"Put the safety on, it's fine, the thief leader was shot." Wei Zhengguo was worried that the two armed police would be nervous and go off, so he reminded them when he heard the sound, and then opened the walkie-talkie and shouted: "It's over. The thief leader was shot and fell to the ground, Mu Zhiyang was hit by another bullet, call an ambulance."

"Hit by another bullet?" On the other side of the walkie-talkie, Huang Qiangmin's heart had just returned to his stomach, and it popped to three inches above his head, shrinking nervously: "How could he be hit by another bullet... what's the situation? The ambulance is on its way!"

"Gunfight, can't say for now." Wei Zhengguo could say what, he didn't want to exchange life for life, it just reached this point.

"You two come over to help." Jiang Yuan shouted, calling the two armed police over.

The two armed police soldiers were extremely young; they ran over from the parking lot next to them. There was originally a 6-person group there, preventing the five-person group from discovering the ambush and breaking out to the parking lot to drive.

Hearing that the thief leader ran out, the squad leader in charge of defending the parking lot only dared to send two people to reinforce.

This wave, the armed police side was always assuming five people, but didn't expect that arresting the other four would be so smooth, and the thief leader ran so decisively, and the route chosen was completely different from what they expected.

"You guys press the wound, don't move." Jiang Yuan had no needles or medicine in his hand, so he could only arrange it like this for the time being, then wiped his hands on his clothes, and ran to Wei Zhengguo's side.

Old Hu's lungs should have been pierced, breathing out "whoosh, whoosh," his eyes dim, but his expression was still indifferent.

Jiang Yuan still used bandages to wrap his chest, let Wen Ming press it, and then checked the injuries in other places.

Looking over roughly, Old Hu should have been hit by four or five bullets, maybe seven or eight.

Mu Zhiyang was hit by a bullet as soon as he met, and he didn't know if the kind Type 05 rang or not; the remaining 3 people fired 21 bullets, no matter if the thief fell or not, they buckled them all out.

The thief leader was bloody, and Jiang Yuan couldn't distinguish the position and type of the wounds too well.

For living people, there was limited he could do, still the bandage wrapping method. Wrapping the thief in bandages also felt very reasonable.

After dealing with the positions with more bleeding, the second wave of reinforcements came; this time it was four criminal police.

Compared with the two young armed police soldiers, the criminal police looked much older and fatter, but they were experienced; seeing the situation, they knew the situation, two went up to help, one started contacting the back on the walkie-talkie, and another took a yellow tape and started pulling the cordon.

At this time, Jiang Yuan had already relaxed and returned to Mu Zhiyang's side.

Old Hu's life and death were related to the case, but Mu Zhiyang was more important.

Perhaps because the surroundings became noisy, Mu Zhiyang trembled his eyelids and opened his eyes with effort.

The first thing that came into his eyes was Jiang Yuan.

Mu Zhiyang's expression relaxed, and he was awakened by severe pain. Immediately after, he muttered in terror: "Don't dissect, still alive, I'm still alive."

"What?" Jiang Yuan couldn't hear clearly, and leaned his head over.

Mu Zhiyang was full of sadness: "Don't dissect me..."

"Not dissecting you, not the time yet." Jiang Yuan was poked in the laughing point, laughed twice, and in a flash, couldn't laugh anymore.

If it weren't for that sniper this time, he might really have dissected Mu Zhiyang's corpse. If he was unlucky.

"The ambulance is here, go to the hospital first."

Wei Zhengguo ran over to speak, his body already soaked in blood.

Mu Zhiyang saw Wei Zhengguo, his emotions stabilized a lot, and only then had time to ask: "Where am I hurt?"

"A piece of flesh was torn off your left arm, don't touch it." Wei Zhengguo pushed his hand away and said: "Your chin was splashed by the brick wall, bled some blood, now it has stopped by itself, nothing happened, you know, go to the hospital with peace of mind."

Mu Zhiyang looked at Jiang Yuan pitifully: "If nothing happened, don't let Jiang Yuan bandage people, really, my heart was scared to a stop."

"Got it, got it." Wei Zhengguo lifted Mu Zhiyang onto the stretcher like a child, and then sent him to the ambulance.

The ambulance was also contacted in advance, a total of two, and this time they were all used, one carrying Mu Zhiyang, one carrying Old Hu, driving towards the town hospital like lightning.

"How long until the doctor arrives?" Jiang Yuan sat on Mu Zhiyang's ambulance and asked Wei Zhengguo opposite.

Wei Zhengguo also asked on WeChat, raised his head and said: "The doctor from Qinghe City First Hospital is rushing over, two hours. Mu Zhiyang is estimated to be fine, whether the thief leader can wait, depends on whether his own life is hard."

Jiang Yuan looked at Mu Zhiyang who had fallen back into sleep and said: "Handle it in the town, if he doesn't die in 2 hours, then the thief leader won't die."

"Well, if he dies, he asked for it. If he came at a fixed time, wouldn't we have prepared the manpower? He picks the day, who can prepare doctors for him." Wei Zhengguo pushed all the responsibility out, but his emotions were still a bit nervous.

Suddenly no one spoke in the ambulance, only the warning sound of the police, which made people's hearts messy.

Today is destined to be a messy day; the people caught need to be interrogated, the clues that appear need to be followed, Liu Jinghui should have rushed over, but even if it was him, it was estimated that he was a bit stretched for such a big case.

Jiang Yuan looked at Mu Zhiyang lying in front of him in a coma, and only then felt lingering fear in his heart.

Just now he was only nervous.

Calming down, he found that his back was full of sweat, his hands and feet were soft, and he wished he could lie side by side with little Mu.

His heartbeat was also thumping, feeling it working hard.