Chapter 238: Unbending Back
Zhang Jinguo's legs couldn't stand for a long time. Uncle Ding was furious when he saw him like this. He snatched the things in his hands and walked him into the house: "Come in, what are you standing for?"
Zhang Jinguo's eyes warmed up, and he tried to adjust the atmosphere: "Didn't you invite me?"
"You're still as eloquent as ever!" Uncle Ding laughed and scolded him, "Are you not going to continue your job as a security guard?"
Zhang Jinguo sat down and pounded his leg: "At the beginning, you and Lao Chang both told me that even if I guarded that door till it broke, Gangzi and the others would never come back. I knew it very well in my heart, but people can never get over this hurdle in their hearts."
"And now?"
Uncle Ding made a cup of tea and brought it over: "Lao Zhang, you are just like that. You always like to dwell on things. Open your mind and think about it. What is the point of living? If you say you are gone, you are gone. There is nothing you can do about it. The living have to live well. Think about it yourself. What did Gangzi say to you at the beginning?"
Zhang Jinguo smiled bitterly: "Let me live well. As policemen, especially when dealing with drugs, our fate is already determined."
Uncle Ding sighed.
"But can we really think like that, Lao Ding? Can we really think like that? They are policemen, they are good people! How can being killed by those bastards be their destined fate? Why? I can't figure it out. I have been thinking about it day and night for these years, but I still can't figure it out!"
"So what do you want?"
"revenge!"
Zhang Jinguo's face was excited. He grabbed Uncle Ding's hand and said, "Old Ding! There is still no name on Gangzi's tombstone! I have to give them justice!"
"Are you done yet?"
Uncle Ding shook off his hand and stood up: "Zhang Jinguo, I'm asking you whether you have brains or not! Don't you know how many anti-drug police officers are sacrificed every year? Do they have names? Ah? Let me ask you, do they have names? I tell you, those people don't have names either! If you avenge them one by one, can you do it?"
Zhang Jinguo's eyes were crazy. He also stood up and beat his leg in hatred: "But Gangzi is different! Those people used him to provoke me! Lao Ding, he only had one son, only one, and he died. I watched his child die in front of me!"
"It's not your fault!" Uncle Ding's throat tightened and he slowed down his voice: "Lao Zhang , it's not your fault."
Zhang Jinguo shook his head. He took a deep breath and felt his throat hurt. "Old Ding, it's my fault."
Uncle Ding watched his expression gradually become solemn.
"Back then, the other party asked me to choose between Gangzi and the child."
Zhang Jinguo's eyes were red: "At that moment, I hesitated."
In that case, the police suffered heavy losses due to incorrect intelligence.
But none of them expected that the undercover agent who passed the information was Fu Gang's son Fu Xiaohui.
Fu Xiaohui's identity had been exposed long ago, and the operation was doomed to fail. In order to reduce further casualties, Fu Gang took advantage of the situation and broke into the trap posing as a father, but unfortunately, the other party soon discovered his plan.
From a big picture perspective, the results of this plan are optimistic enough. The police retreated in time after receiving the news, otherwise the casualties would have been even greater than before.
But the bad result was that Zhang Jinguo was also arrested, and the other party put the life and death of the father and son in front of him.
Although the game of Russian roulette is old-fashioned and boring, it can bring new fun to drug dealers every time.
"I hesitated."
Zhang Jinguo inserted his fingers into his hair: "Lao Ding, I hesitated. They hammered a nail into Gangzi's knee. It was such a thick nail. You have never seen it. You really have never seen such a thick nail. How painful it must be for him..."
"What can you choose?" Uncle Ding sighed, "Old Zhang, no one else would be able to choose."
"At least I can die!"
Zhang Jinguo's voice trembled: "At least I can choose to fight, gamble my life, and save that child. You don't know how promising he is. Under that situation, he still stood firm and his knees didn't weaken!"
"You just overthink!"
Uncle Ding slapped him in anger and said, "Use your brain to think about it. Xiaohui was able to risk everything to get you out because he was lurking inside and knew the place well enough. What about you? Use your brain to think about it. You risked everything, but you didn't even know how many doors there were in that place. You died before you even started running!"
Zhang Jinguo cried in suppression, his heart choking . No matter what others said, he couldn't convince himself.
Those were two living lives, but they died in humiliation in front of him.
The child did not have the chance to wear the police uniform he fought for and loved. He did not even have a police number. Yet he left this world with the grief of his father being killed because of his own mistake.
And his partner, during those humiliating twenty hours, suffered all the torture in the world, but he remained awake at all times.
Under such torture, he still gritted his teeth and taught his child: "Son, watch out, we policemen must stand tall and upright for the rest of our lives! Your father is made of steel!"
Zhang Jinguo rubbed his face heavily and wiped his tears. He raised his head and said, "Old Ding, now I think about it, it wasn't my luck that allowed me to escape. It was the other party who let me go on purpose as if he was playing a game."
Uncle Ding thought about it several times, and walked around on the ground with his hands behind his back: "What do you mean? Do you think the other party did it on purpose?"
Zhang Jinguo stood up and said, "Yes! This is how arrogant they are. They treat human life as a joke. They enjoy playing with us police officers. They let me go, but now they find me again to bring up the past. It's because they can start this game whenever they want and end it whenever they want!"
Just like Uncle Ding, he ignored the pain in his crippled legs and walked around several times.
"Why? I won't accept it. I won't let them show off their power so arrogantly anymore! I want them to know that our police officers' bones are made of steel bars. We can't let them manipulate us!"
"Okay!" Uncle Ding shouted angrily, "Old Zhang, just for what you said, I'll help you!"
"I knew it." Zhang Jinguo's eyes were red. "I knew you would help me."
Uncle Ding kicked him in the leg.
At the same time, Luo Xun and his friends found a cat carved from a box of soap in the basement of Tu Guolin's house.
"Tu Guoan's hobby is carving cats with soap."
Luo Xun looked at the box of cats with different expressions and asked, "Chi Xia, who do you think is the author of this?"
Chi Xia picked and chose from a box of cats and finally found one: "At least this one wasn't carved by Tu Guoan ."
"Hmm?" Cao Bin asked curiously, "Chi Xia, how did you figure that out? They're all pretty much the same."
"Ignoring the professional issues such as the carving lines and techniques, the soap that carved this kitten is a new model that was released two years ago."
Chi Xia sniffed it and said, "This smell is indeed new, and Tu Guoan was arrested five years ago."
"Then let's take this box of cats back and have someone identify it."
Curly said: "Just like a tattoo artist, even though it's the same pattern, every tattoo artist has his own direction and habits of drawing lines. Is this the same for carving?"
"I say, little curly-haired boy, you never fail to be smart even once when you need to be."
Cao Bin poked Curly Hair and said, "You'd better keep your intelligence until Chi Xia finishes this case. Otherwise, I'm really worried that you will hinder Chi Xia."
Curly-haired boy smiled naively, put two fingers together and drew a few circles in the air, then nodded his head: "Don't worry, I have already conveyed your opinion to it."
Cao Bin followed his words: "What did he say?"
Curly said, "He's right!"
While the two were talking, Cao Bin picked up a package from a corner and said, "Hey, it's a bit weird..."
"What?" Everyone's attention was drawn to him.
"Judging from the dust in this basement, no one usually comes here, and Tu Guolin didn't have anyone come to clean it. But look at this carving knife, it's a little too clean."
He handed the item to Chi Xia: "It looks like it was just put in not long ago."
