His comrade was sacrificed, but the prisoner was still laughing. Duo Ji's heart was filled with anger, and he kicked the prisoner who was still screaming. "Zha Tso Mu, you're asking for it!"
He kicked the prisoner's injured leg, and the prisoner fell to the ground. Because his hands were cuffed, he could not touch the ground, so he was suspended in the air.
This was a prisoner whose hands were stained with human lives. Even if he screamed in pain, it could not hide the cruelty in his eyes.
He saw the policeman lying in a pool of blood in front of him, and his mouth suddenly cracked into a cruel smile. "Dead? Really dead? Good death! Good death! He still wants to take us back. Hahaha, he's not that lucky … "
The policeman who was holding him down looked ruthless. With bloodshot eyes, he lifted his leg again and kicked the prisoner's chest. "Shut up!"
The prisoner coughed violently and laughed crazily. "Hahahaha, hahaha, he's not that lucky! He's not that lucky! "
He was beaten until he vomited a mouthful of blood and fainted from the pain. Only then did he stop.
After the prisoner fainted, the policeman, Duo Ji, rushed to the front seat. His hands trembled as he took off the camouflage jacket that covered his colleague's face, who was also the leader of the station, Dayang Ciwang.
Ye Chien had helped Dayang Ciwang up from the car and buckled him with a seatbelt to prevent him from falling again. He also covered Dayang Ciwang's face with the sleeveless camouflage jacket as a sign of respect for the deceased.
After the jacket was removed, Duo Ji saw that the leader, who had already left, had his right hand pressed against his chest. He looked like he was in pain, and his eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion. His lips were abnormally purple, but because his body had not yet stiffened, his lips had not turned white, but his face was gray and leaden.
Ye Chien, whose hands were stained with blood, looked away after a glance. The policeman who fell should have … died suddenly. To be precise, he died suddenly from exhaustion.
The car had already started, and the policeman who was driving turned on the siren and asked the cars in front to move away. He drove to the nearest hospital at the fastest speed.
Ye Chien, whose hands were stained with blood, kept pressing on the neck of the policeman, Ada, whose Qi and blood were getting worse and his lips were getting paler and paler. "Hold on, we're driving to the hospital now. Hold on."
Police Officer Ada should know that he did not have much time left. He forced a smile. He wanted to smile at Ye Chien to express his gratitude.
"You're welcome. It's what I should do." Ye Chien understood what he was trying to say. She curled her lips into a reassuring smile. "Everything will be fine. Everything will be fine."
Officer Duo Ji, who was suppressing his grief, covered his brother Dayang Ciwang's face with his camouflage jacket again. He wanted to take off his police uniform jacket, but he was afraid that his colleague, Ada, whose fate was unknown, would know that Brother Ciwang had left and become agitated, so he put on Ye Chien's jacket again.
Prisoner Zha Tsomu fainted. Duo Ji, who was grieving, crawled to his colleague, Ada's side. This was a seven-seater MPV, which was not used to transport prisoners. They had borrowed it from the hospital at the last minute. The police and the prisoner were in the same space, which gave the escaped prisoner a chance to attack.
Duo Ji, who had crawled over, held onto Ada's cold fingers. "Ada, Ada, hold on. You'll be fine. You'll be fine."
He was not speaking Mandarin, but Tibetan.
Police Officer Ada smiled. He could not hold on any longer. Although he could not bear to leave, wanted to live well, and wanted to see the sun rise tomorrow, he knew that he could not do it.
He knew that he did not even have the strength to hold onto Duo Ji's hands. He knew that he was going to die.
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