8mi Chapter 357 Shooting at the Police Station
Chapter 357 Shooting at the Police Station
Lu Yao strode back to his office in two quick steps.
He locked the door, checked the enemy situation, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he confirmed there were no pursuers.
Raise your hand and take a look at these two heroes.
I can't believe they managed to make a grown woman pee... I've learned something new.
Is it really that itchy?
I tickled myself a couple of times, but I didn't feel anything.
Just then, the phone rang loudly.
He reached out and took it: "Hello, Shuiling Militia Company."
The voice on the other end trembled slightly: "Company Commander Lu... this is Zuo Shouquan... the man you entrusted to me... was shot!"
"What? How are you? Are you hurt?"
"No, I wasn't there."
Zuo Shouquan said a few words nervously before calming down:
"I took him to the police station and handcuffed him to the radiator pipe in the corridor. I went to talk to Director Mei. Suddenly, two gunshots rang out in the corridor... I rushed out, and many comrades rushed out too. Liang Chao had already fallen."
"Did you see who did it?"
"Some comrades chased after him and fired shots, but they didn't catch him. They saw a tall, thin man run out, wearing a mask and a police uniform, but it was a disguise, because they found Xiao Liu on guard duty in the backyard, and his clothes had been stripped off. Xiao Liu also said that a masked, tall, thin man attacked him."
Lu Yao asked anxiously, "Is Liang Chao dead?"
"He's not dead yet, he's been taken to the hospital. Eight officers from the criminal investigation team went with him, and Director Mei went too."
"I'll be right there."
Lu Yao hung up the phone and turned to leave.
How dare this person carry out a shooting inside a police station! This person is incredibly audacious!
I rushed to the dormitory room and opened the door with a "click".
Liu Shuangyan, who was inside the house, screamed in fright.
Lu Yao was also startled.
Liu Shuangyan was only wearing a sweater on her upper body, and nothing on her legs...
Zuo Xiaoying was holding a pair of trousers, and Ernier was carrying a basin of water.
The scene froze. Three seconds later, Liu Shuangyan reacted, jumped onto the kang (a heated brick bed), and grabbed a coat to cover herself.
"Lu Yao, what are you doing?"
I don't know if it was from anger or embarrassment, but her face was bright red.
It turned out that Lu Yao had left, and the two young girls persuaded Liu Shuangyan to get up.
I really couldn't control myself just now.
Ernier brought water for her to wash up.
There are no women's underwear or cotton-padded trousers in the dormitory.
Ernier took off her outer pants and made Liu Shuangyan take off all her clothes so she could put on her own outer pants for now.
Then wash her wet underpants and lay them on the kang (heated brick bed) together with her cotton trousers to dry.
Who would have thought that Lu Yao would not only return so suddenly, but also tear the bolt off the door.
Lu Yao complained, "Why didn't you lock the door when you were changing clothes?"
Erni scratched her head: "I did insert it! You just used too much force and tore it."
Lu Yao looked and saw that the door latch had indeed fallen to the ground.
The wooden door frame was rotten from years of neglect. Even if Lu Yao had pulled it over with great strength, Zuo Xiaoying and other girls could have torn it apart with a little force.
"Alright, hurry up and change. I need to go into town to get my coat."
As he spoke, he looked for his coat.
Found it; it's used to cover up Liu Shuangyan's shame.
Lu Yao gave an awkward smile: "Give me the coat, I have to go into the city, there's been a murder."
Liu Shuangyan was so angry that tears started falling again.
She wasn't afraid of Lu Yao seeing her body; she was angry that Lu Yao didn't care about her and treated her so harshly that she lost face in front of the two younger girls.
The image of the older sister that I had worked so hard to build in front of the two younger girls was completely ruined.
I haven't wet my pants since I was five years old.
At this moment, Lu Yao asked for her clothes, and she angrily grabbed the coat with both hands:
"I won't give it to you, and I won't give it to you."
Lu Yao pulled at the other side: "Hurry up, stop fooling around. Xiao Ying, get something else to cover Shuang Yan, and get Zhang Yuanchao's blanket."
The blanket was brought over, but Liu Shuangyan still wouldn't give it to her.
Ernier advised, "Brother Wa, turn around first, otherwise you'll see us again."
Lu Yao thought it made sense, so he let go and twisted his body:
"Hurry up, I'm not messing around with you guys, I'm in a hurry."
Liu Shuangyan came up with a stubborn attitude:
"I'm not giving it to you, do whatever you want."
Lu Yao was also getting anxious.
I'm in a hurry, who's going to bother with you?
Turning around unexpectedly, he snatched the coat away with a "whoosh".
He draped the cloak over his shoulders and turned to leave.
Liu Shuangyan's fingers were numb from being pulled so hard. She held up her hands, bent over, and looked at Lu Yao:
Is this kid really that violent?
I was naked, and you just took it from me like that?
Don't you have any compassion for women?
Zuo Xiaoying, who was standing nearby, quickly pulled the blanket over Liu Shuangyan.
Liu Shuangyan rubbed her feet and kicked her legs, scratching her head with both hands:
"Lu Yao, you bastard, I'm going to kill you!"
Lu Yao had already run away.
The militia's bicycles and horses were all taken out by the militiamen on missions.
Lu Yao rushed to the bus stop.
With the Lunar New Year approaching, many people are going to the city to shop, and dozens of people were already waiting here before the bus even arrived.
There are too many people. If we queue here, we might not be able to catch the next bus.
I looked around, first checking if I knew anyone I could borrow a bicycle or something.
Should we go to Yang Shouye's house again?
Just as I was pondering this, I heard a hand-operated tractor go by.
A dozen or so rural commune members, both men and women, were sitting in the back carriage.
Suddenly a man wearing a large dog-skin hat called out:
"Lu Yao, Lu Yao, where are you going?"
It was a woman's voice.
Lu Yao was so stunned that he couldn't see her face.
Her scarf covered her face, leaving only her eyes exposed, while the long fur of her dog-skin hat obscured much of her vision.
Seeing that Lu Yao didn't recognize her, the woman took off her hat and waved it:
"It's me, Yang Lina."
Oh, that female reporter from Jiangzhou Weekly.
Where did you go?
Lu Yao asked a question, but remained standing still.
The female reporter quickly slapped the driver in front of her to stop the car.
He jumped out of the car:
"I went to Xiangyang Commune to pick up some materials, but I missed the bus, so I hitched a ride with a fellow villager back to the county seat. I passed by Shuiling Commune, and I was wondering if I'd see you there. I never expected to actually see you! Don't you think we're incredibly destined for each other?"
Lu Yao replied, "I'll go to the city first; there are no cars available."
"Then we can go together. Get in the car, there's room."
Without saying a word, they pulled him onto the tractor.
Even though only her forehead and eyes are visible, you can tell she is indeed quite beautiful.
The bulky cotton-padded coat must have been borrowed from the commune, otherwise it would have been too cold to sit in the carriage.
She wanted to climb up, but she was wearing too many clothes and looked as clumsy as a penguin; she couldn't get up no matter how much she hopped.
Lu Yao hugged her waist from behind and lifted her up onto the train carriage.
Then, holding onto the large box with one hand, he easily jumped up.
Yang Lina had already taken off her coat and was calling to Lu Yao:
"Come here, sit next to me, and share this coat with me, otherwise it'll be too cold."
Lu Yao didn't stand on ceremony and sat down next to her, covering himself with his coat as if he were a blanket.
The tractor chugged along, making a bumpy, hard sound.
A bus came into view after driving for a while.
Dozens of people rushed toward the car door with a "whoosh".
Lu Yao then remembered that at this time of year, there were rarely queues for buses; whoever was the strongest and could squeeze their way on got on first.
Whether you get a seat or not depends entirely on grabbing one.
Many people give up their seats to the elderly and infirm, but you have to be good at getting a seat yourself.
And so, shoulder to shoulder with the beautiful reporter, leg to leg, we stumbled and swayed, bumping into each other as we made our way into the city.
Lu Yao and Yang Lina's legs were numb.
After getting out of the car, the two supported each other for a long time before they recovered.