Doctor Li thought he had encountered a kidnapping and was extremely frightened and struggled to the death. The other party directly punched his stomach. The doctor, who was powerless, hunched over and hunched on the floor of the carriage.

"Your wife works in the Health Bureau, your daughter is in the sixth grade of the Experiment No. 1 Primary School, and your parents' home is in Unit 2, Building 15, Jinjiang Community..." The cold words made Dr. Li creepy and his spirits tense.

"The burn patient does not exist, do you understand? Otherwise, you will never see your wife and children again." Threatening words continued to come from your ears, and Dr. Li could only see the shoes on their feet and the black high-top combat boots on their feet, which did not look like ordinary hooligans.

"Did you hear it clearly?" the other party asked.

"I'm clear." Dr. Li replied, the huge stomach pain made it difficult for him to speak.

He was thrown out of the car, and the business car drove away. After a while, the doctor got up from the ground, sorted out his clothes, and went home in a daze. He sat in the study. He hesitated with his cell phone for a long time, but still did not call the police.

In the end, he called reporter Zhang. Before the call was answered, he was extremely nervous, afraid that reporter Zhang would be silenced. Fortunately, reporter Zhang answered the call and was still very cheerful: "Hello, Dr. Li."

"Have you encountered any strange things recently?" Dr. Li asked.

"No, the post I posted was deleted for no reason, but it doesn't matter. They didn't block my number, so I sent two more. Wait, someone knocked on the door, I'll call you back." Reporter Zhang said and hung up the phone.

Dr. Li went to Weibo and saw reporter Zhang’s new posts. Not only did he post it again, but he also started to argue with others. Some people scolded him for disregarding the journalist’s professional ethics and posting fake news without investigating it clearly. He also attached a few pictures to prove that the so-called burns can be forged.

The person in the picture used the prepared meat-colored latex paint to apply it on the limbs, applied wrinkled facial tissue, swept it with red lipstick irregularly, and the foundation was similar to the skin color. After applying a layer of lip oil, it showed its luster, which was exactly the same as the burn.

The one-sided supporter of the rumor-debunker in the comments criticized reporter Zhang for making fraud, but Dr. Li became even more frightened. The power the other party could use was really terrifying. Not only were there thugs, but also the navy.

He called reporter Zhang again, but it could no longer be reached.

Ten seconds later, the phone rang, and the unknown call was called. Dr. Li answered the phone tremblingly. It was indeed the familiar voice: "Your every move is under our surveillance. Whatever is worth it, you should weigh it, your daughter is about to get out of school."

Dr. Li completely surrendered.

...

After graduating from the Armed Police Academy, Zhen Yue entered the fire brigade. What made her most worrying were the children who were disabled due to burns. The miracle that happened to Liu Yanzhi gave these children hope for recovery, but what made her incredible was that the research work she initiated ended in failure. Both Dr. Li and reporter Zhang never mentioned this matter anymore. Director Wang, who was respected in burns, was even more bizarrely unconscious of a cerebral hemorrhage and coma.

The focus of all these incidents was on Liu Yanzhi. Zhen Yue became very interested in this person. After the duty was over, she suddenly asked her to go out.

In the political commissar’s office, Uncle Qi, who was carrying the colonel’s shoulder stamp on his shoulder, first asked Xiao Zhen about her recent work situation, and then cared about her personal problems, and finally got back to the topic.

"Don't involve some irrelevant people and things, and focus on preparing for the system competition."

"Political Commissar, what is an irrelevant thing?" Zhen Yue showed a confused look.

"Xiao Zhen, you are a firefighting cadre, not a journalist, nor a civil affairs official. It is not your responsibility to live in a burned manner, but the responsibility of the entire society..." The political commissar began to preach a long speech, which made Zhen Yue dizzy and quickly expressed his opinion: "Political commissar, I understand!"

"Just understand, go." The political commissar nodded and waved his hand.

After leaving the detachment station, Zhen Yue felt even more suspicious. Who was so energetic that she suppressed the whole thing and even the political commissar became their lobbyist, but this even aroused her curiosity.

Zhen Yue's car turned around at the intersection and headed straight to the shed where Liu Yanzhi lived.

When they arrived at the shed, Liu Yanzhi and his son were not there. They inquired about the cleaning staff and learned that the mother and mother went to the police station to get their household registration and ID cards again.

...

Liu Yanzhi and his mother were waiting in the police station hall. He called Wu Dongqing in advance, so things went very smoothly. He took photos and filled out forms. He could get a new household registration book and ID card in seven working days.

The hall is connected to the police station's surveillance room. One wall is filled with LCD screens, constantly changing the street scenes and the shots in various residential communities. Liu Yanzhi was amazed. The four modernizations have been realized. The police have achieved no blind spots in the jurisdiction, and the criminals have nowhere to hide. They really pay attention to what they want to do in the future.

After finishing the business, my mother was going to sweep the streets again. Liu Yan advised: "Mom, stop doing it, I will support you in the future."

The mother smiled kindly: "You are not cured yet, so take a few more days off."

Liu Yanzhi was firm and determined: "No, I have been sleeping for twenty years and have rested enough. I will support this family in the future. I will make money to respect you, marry your daughter-in-law and have a fat grandson..."

My mother stopped, choked up, and tears fell down. After a long time, she said, "Mom is fine, mom is happy, Wang'er has grown up and is sensible." As she said that, she took out a cloth bag and opened it. It was a work diary with an old kraft paper cover.

"This is the debt we owe for twenty years. Remember every debt we have to pay back."

Liu Yan opened his work diary directly, which was filled with records of the time, place and borrowers. Most of them were relatives, friends and colleagues of their parents, and some social assistance and donations from kind-hearted people were large or small. After a brief review, the total amount was no less than 100,000 yuan.

"I borrowed a total of 135,760 yuan, and the money from selling the house was saved. You have to thank them." The mother said earnestly, "I am old and can't do it anymore. It depends on you to pay back the debt. Some people can't find it in this account book, and some good people say they don't need to pay it back, but we can't do that. Children and parents are poor, but the principles of being a human being are still clear. Remember, you must pay back the money, and you can't lose a penny."

Liu Yan looked at his mother's old face and nodded solemnly and promised: "Mom, I remember it!"

My mother was very happy: "Wang'er is sensible, so I will go back and buy some meat and make dumplings for you tonight."

...

In a Fengshang Resort twenty kilometers away from the city, there was a burn patient lying on the bed in a building. The probes and oxygen tubes of surveillance instruments were inserted all over his body. The camera above his head recorded the patient's every move.

In the monitoring room, the doctor was introducing the situation to an old man: "The serum has been injected and has no effect."

The old man nodded lightly: "I understand." After saying that, he went out, the marble corridor was empty. Wu Dongqing, who had been waiting outside the door, followed and whispered: "Father, you have monitored it in all aspects. Should you deal with it in advance?"

"Waiting for the rabbit." The old man only said four words.

Wu Dongqing wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He was nervous every time he talked to his father. This old man who could rank among the top in China's wealth rankings was like a noble emperor, moody and unfathomable. Even the close servants around him couldn't figure out his temper, let alone their adopted son adopted from the orphanage.

My father's instructions have been issued. Although Wu Dongqing had other ideas, he could only bury it in his heart and strictly enforce the orders. The resort is one of the old people's industries. Villas are arranged in a scattered manner among the green trees and flowers, and countless security cameras are hidden in hidden locations. There are more services and security personnel here than residents. It is a top-level villa group ranked in the province and even the whole country. People who can live here are either rich or noble, but Wu Dongqing knows that these people are not even ants in front of his father.

The father is a godlike being.

When he returned to the car, Wu Dongqing's cell phone rang. When he saw the caller ID, he immediately answered and said enthusiastically: "Brother, how are you doing recently?"

"Okay, you went to the old man? What instructions did he have?"

"Waiting for the rabbit is the same as before." Wu Dongqing hesitated for a moment and still told the truth that the eldest brother is the father's son, unlike their adopted sons, and he has always been trained by his father as heirs, so there is no need to hide it from him.

"The old man is right. I advise him, how can such precious resources be used as bait? Pay attention to it when you execute it, don't just stew it, just like that, see you back." The elder brother hung up the phone, Wu Dongqing thought for a while, and began to call to assign work.

...

Outside the shed, Liu Yanzhi, who was returning home, met Zhen Yue who had been waiting for a long time.

"I want to talk to you." Zhen Yue asked in a row, "What happened? Why didn't you go to the hospital for examination? What did they say to you?"

"If you can't explain it clearly in a sentence or two, don't ask." Liu Yanzhi scratched his head, helpless. He knew that Zhen Yue was a good person, but this was a secret that he could not tell. If he didn't listen to Wu Dongqing, he would be sent back to jail tomorrow.

"Do you know you can save a lot of people?" Zhen Yue continued to ask, "You also see how painful it is for those people lying in the burn department ward. If you can help them, why not! Why!"

Suddenly he found that Liu Yanzhi's eyes crossed his shoulders and became suspicious.

"They are here." Liu Yan ran away.

Zhen Yue turned around and saw four men in casual clothes and hats coming over. While running towards Liu Yanzhi's escape, she pulled out her gun from her back. Her pupils shrank slightly, which was an electric shock Taser.

They fired, and the Taser, driven by high-pressure nitrogen, shot out two barbed power wires. However, because the range was too short, it did not hit Liu Yanzhi. Another person pulled out the pistol, and a long muffler was connected to the muzzle. The fire was puffed, and the brass bullet shell fell to the ground and jingled.

Zhen Yue was creepy. She didn't know what kind of conspiracy she was trapped in. At this moment, she only knew that she shouldn't come because one of the killers raised a gun at her. She saw that the man was blonde and blue-eyed, and turned out to be a foreigner.

"It's over, I'm going to be silenced." This was Zhen Yue's last thought. The long-term training made her react involuntarily. A fish leapt to the ground. At the same time, the rapid gunfire sounded, which was the familiar nine-mm roller submachine gun. The armed police anti-terrorism squadron equipped this weapon.

The four killers were only equipped with pistols and tasers. They were not opponents of the Counter-terrorism squadron. They were beaten to retreat step by step, so they didn't even bother to silence them. Zhen Yue, who was hiding behind the trash can, saw more than a dozen soldiers wearing blue and black special combat uniforms, with helmets and bulletproof vests, surrounded by three sides, and shot out flames from the submachine gun in his hands.

Three killers were shot dead on the spot, leaving only the last one who rushed out of the siege, jumped into the car and fled wildly, and hit a passerby head-on. The car lost control and hit the pavement tree. He was shot by the soldiers who were catching up, and they were beaten into a hornet's nest with the people and the car.
Chapter completed!