When Jiang Xueqing came in, she had already alarmed the neighbors in the courtyard. Four or five people gathered around the door with their rice bowls to watch the fun. Seeing Mama Liu collapsed on the ground, the two aunts hurriedly dropped their rice bowls to help her.

"Sister, are you okay?"

"His aunt, wake up."

Several women strangled him again and poured hot water on them to wake Mama Liu up. When she woke up, her first words were: "Go to the hospital!"

Jiang Xueqing asked the photographer to keep up with the shooting, while explaining: "Auntie, don't worry, Liu Ziguang's life is not in danger, you pack up your things and follow me, the car is outside the alley. "

Ms. Liu cheered herself up, opened the chest of drawers and found a cloth bag, took out a thin stack of banknotes, about seven or eight hundred yuan, looked at her husband inquiringly, and murmured: " This is the only money at home... …the whole money was deposited for death."

The father stomped his feet angrily: "You know how to pay interest! My son suffered a gunshot wound! What's the use of this little money!"

Tears rolled in my mother's eyes, and the neighbors saw that something was wrong, and tried to persuade them one after another: "Old Liu, don't be angry, I still have some money at home."

"It's important to see a doctor. Our guy just got paid, so I'll get it for you right away."

The big guys went home to withdraw money one after another, and in a short while they collected more than 5,000 yuan. Among them, a middle-aged uncle took the most, and took out 2,000 yuan in one hand. Dad said gratefully: " Old Bei, thank you, your family's money is also tight, and I will pay you back when I take out the deposit certificate tomorrow."

The middle-aged uncle waved his hand: "You're welcome, this money is also specially reserved for my unsatisfied son to see the injury, don't wait to use it, you go first, Lao Liu, and I will ask Xiaoshuai to take some money and send it over later. "

The two pairs of hands that had experienced vicissitudes of life came together, shook them vigorously, and said nothing.

When the neighbors in Dazayuan were pooling money, the camera was shooting on the sidelines. Jiang Xueqing held the microphone and explained emotionally to the camera: "It is raining lightly, and the weather is a bit cold, but in In this dilapidated shanty town, there is a different kind of warmth and strong human touch..."

After collecting enough money, the neighbors brought raincoats and umbrellas and sent them out of the alley. Someone in the front helped to turn on the flashlight, and someone in the back helped to change the clothes that his mother had prepared for Liu Ziguang. A group of people walked in the dark. Suddenly , two bright flashlights appeared in the alley in front of me. When I got closer, I saw that it was Lao Wang and a young policeman from the police station.

"Old Liu, I'm here to pick you up to the hospital. Your home is really hard to find. I, a policeman, almost lost my way." Old Wang stepped forward to hold his father's hand, shook it twice, and said in an emphatic tone : "You raised a good son!"

The situation was urgent, so it was inconvenient to say anything more. Liu Ziguang's parents boarded the TV station's car in a nervous mood. A 110 police car ahead opened the way with its lights flashing, and the two cars drove directly to the hospital.

...

In the ward of the Municipal Hospital, there were only Liu Ziguang and Deputy Director Song. The drizzle was rustling outside, but the room was quiet and peaceful.

"So, that gun was stuck in Li Quanquan's belt? You snatched and killed two robbers." Bureau Song's pen was scribbling on the transcript.

"Yes, he had a pistol stuck in his back waist, but he never took it out, but I have already seen the outline of the pistol clearly. The situation was more urgent at that time. If I didn't shoot, your little policewoman would be killed by the robbers. "Liu Ziguang explained.

"En." Director Song nodded, "Before the police entered the bank, did you hear the conversation between the robber and Li Quanquan?"

"I heard that Li had the right to command the robbers to threaten the police to evacuate the snipers and commandos, and asked for Officer Hu to be a hostage and to provide armored vehicles. Later, after Officer Hu came in, he reminded the robbers that the police had cameras on them."

Song Ju wrote down Liu Ziguang's words. He especially admired Liu Ziguang's use of the word "command". In other witnesses' statements, he used the word "guidao" . It is more appropriate to use the word command.

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"Very good, thank you for your testimony." Song Ju closed the cap of his pen, pondered for a moment and said, " I want to ask another question, how did you snatch the gun, load it, and shoot it in a very short period of time, and you Your shooting skills are very strong, but in your file, you have no military training at all, and I would like to know why."

Liu Ziguang grinned: "Didn't your colleagues find out the answer? They said that I am a graduate of the Ryazan Paratrooper School and have worked as a mercenary outside."

Song Ju also smiled faintly: "They read too many YY novels, how can there be so many mercenaries, I just ask you a question, if you don't want to answer it, or if you don't want to answer it for some reason, just pretend I didn't ask it."

Liu Ziguang put away his smile and nodded, "Say it."

"You are a soldier of the Spike Brigade!" Song Ju, who was originally gentle and smiling, suddenly had bright eyes, staring at Liu Ziguang brightly, his eyes were like sharp swords, as if he wanted to see through his heart.

Liu Ziguang's face was calm, without any expression, he neither nodded nor shook his head, and now he has nothing to say. With such a good skill, it is understandable for him to be mistaken for being from some brigade . Song Ju's expectant eyes, he was really embarrassed to say that he was not.

After a long time, Bureau Song finally closed the notebook, nodded silently, walked to the door of the ward and opened it, and at the moment when he was about to go out, he suddenly turned his head and said one word at a time: "Spike Brigade, the blade of the country! "

Liu Ziguang's body shivered, and the sweat on his head almost came out. It's all about it. He insisted on arranging it on himself, and when he turned his head again, he didn't turn his head after saying the wordless Song Bureau. gone far.

...

Under the guidance of the police car, the TV interview car came to the municipal hospital in the rain and fog. Seeing the TV host Jiang Xueqing helping an old couple get out of the car, Deputy Director Song, who was smoking and thinking on the balcony, smiled wryly: "This Jiang Xueqing, there are so many evil ideas."

He snuffed out the cigarette butt and went up to meet him, and directly held Liu's father's hand: "Hello, you two are Liu Ziguang's parents, right? On behalf of the Public Security Bureau and the general public, I thank you for raising such an excellent and good son. , Self-sacrifice for others, is a real hero."

Policeman Old Wang introduced from the side: "This is Director Song of our city bureau."

"Director Song, I..." Dad's voice was choked with sobs. Liu Ziguang has been mediocre since he was a child . He has become stronger, but the whole family is worried all day long, fearing that he will mix with those dubious people outside. Now that his son has been evaluated like this by the senior leaders of the Public Security Bureau, how can he not make the father feel proud of him? moved.

"Okay, don't say anything else, all the expenses of your son will be borne by the police, and I have to go back to the bureau first, you two should go and see your son." Director Song shook hands with his mother again, and gave Lao Wang said hello and asked him to take care of the old couple, and left in a hurry.

Three minutes later, Liu Ziguang's parents finally came to the ward. Seeing that their son was safe and sound, the old couple finally felt relieved. Although his life was not in danger, he was shot after all. His mother had to look at the wound for everything. Liu Ziguang couldn't help it. He had no choice but to unbutton his hospital gown, revealing his upper body wrapped in bandages, pointing to his right chest and saying, "Just here, I fired a shot and passed through. It's not a big deal."

My mother burst into tears, no matter how old my son is, he is still my mother's heart, and it hurts so much after being pricked by a needle, not to mention it was shot by a bullet. The old man held back his tears and didn't want to cry out in the hospital , Dad also came to comfort: "Okay, didn't you see this, my son is fine."

The family was talking, when the door suddenly opened, and Jiang Xueqing, who had been filming outside the door, couldn't bear it any longer, walked in and said, " Hi Liu Ziguang, we met, I would like to borrow some of your time for an interview, okay? "

Being interrupted suddenly, Liu Ziguang was in a bad mood, frowned slightly, and said coldly, " Get out."

Such cold eyes, the photographer couldn't help but shuddered, and didn't dare to go any further, Jiang Xueqing was also taken aback for a moment, she has been a TV reporter for so long, and she has never been rejected by an interviewee, and she is so blunt, so reticent Reasonable rejection.

It stands to reason that Jiangbei TV's leading actress should be angry at this time, but for some reason, Jiang Xueqing's first thought was: so cool!

Dad coughed and said, "Xiao Guang, your mother and I came to the hospital in the car of Reporter Jiang, so please do me a favor and accept an interview."

Dad opened his mouth to intercede, Liu Ziguang had nothing else to say, and he waved his hand cheerfully: "Okay, but I have to turn off the camera, I'm not used to being photographed like this."

The TV station is doing a program, what are you doing with the camera turned off, but Jiang Xueqing nodded in a strange way: "Okay, Lao Wang, go out and have a rest first."

The cameraman withdrew, leaving only Jiang Xueqing to interview alone. The beautiful female reporter calmed down, pinched the recording microphone with the logo with her spring onion fingers, and put it to her mouth: "Can you tell us Now, how did you act bravely and kill two gangsters?"

"Grab the gun, shoot." Liu Ziguang simply said four words.

Jiang Xueqing's eyes widened. With two big and round eyes, this girl looked very cartoon like a cat. She asked in surprise, "That's all? Are there any more?"

"It's gone." Liu Ziguang still said briefly and directly.

Jiang Xueqing didn't give up, and asked again: "Then how many shots did you fire?" "Five shots, two shots for each person, and then one shot was made after one guy didn't die."

"Where is the fight?"

"Head, chest, eyes."

"..." Jiang Xueqing was a little dazed. The man in front of him was too cold and calm. Let alone an ordinary person, he was a professionally trained police officer who needed psychological counseling after killing criminals. Let's look at him again. , It's like trampling two ants to death, without any feeling.

At this moment, Jiang Xueqing, who is a journalist, suddenly became convinced that this man must have an extraordinary experience, and he could dig deeper and make it an explosive news.

"I have one last question, what do you do for work?"

"Security, property security."