bookcurios Chapter 443 Chen Changmin Kicks His Head
Chapter 443 Chen Changmin Kicks His Head
As he moved to the side, the soles of his shoes slipped on the wet tiles, and a small piece of gravel fell from beside his feet, taking a full three seconds to make its sound.
"Click"
The drainpipe he was holding in his right hand suddenly loosened, and Gao Jianxiang's heart stopped beating instantly.
His left fingernails dug into the cracks in the wall, and the muscles in his right leg trembled spasmodically. In that life-or-death moment, he suddenly touched the bracket of the air conditioner unit above him—the rusty iron frame cut his palm, but at that moment even the pain became a lifeline.
outside.
Chen Changmin smashed the mural hanging on the wall and cut the strips of cloth with the glass.
Gao Jianxiang also jumped onto the balcony and entered the living room through the balcony window.
Chen Changmin smiled and raised his wrist, showing the strip of cloth he had cut.
With bloodshot eyes, Gao Jianxiang grabbed a solid wood stool and swung it down hard on Chen Changmin's head.
With a muffled thud, the stool leg broke in two at Chen Changmin's temple, sending splinters flying.
Chen Changmin staggered back two steps, knocking over the coffee table behind him, shattering the tea set on the floor.
Gao Jianxiang seized the fleeting opportunity and pounced like a tiger.
He straddled Chen Changmin's chest, pressing his knees firmly against the man's wrists, his ten fingers gripping Chen Changmin's head like iron clamps.
Chen Changmin's mutilated left ear was still bleeding, staining Gao Jianxiang's knuckles red.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Gao Jianxiang viciously slammed Chen Changmin's head against the floor, each slam filled with hatred.
Chen Changmin's head bounced on the floor like a stone skipping across water.
The blood quickly spread across the floor tiles, mixing with the spilled tea to form eerie pink foam.
Chen Changmin's eyeballs began to roll upwards, his bloodshot right eye was now only white, and white foam uncontrollably spilled from the corner of his mouth.
He scratched at the floor with his fingers, oblivious to the splitting of his nails.
However, Chen Changmin had an incredibly high health bar. After taking those few hits, an ordinary person would have been dead long ago. He threw a punch and hit Gao Jianxiang in the cheek.
Gao Jianxiang was knocked to the ground.
Chen Changmin crawled over and tried to bite Gao Jianxiang's crotch.
"Ow!"
Gao Jianxiang let out the first howl of a eunuch since the fall of the Qing Dynasty.
The voice was high-pitched and clear, and it was incredibly authentic.
Chen Changmin spat out two bloody, mangled walnut kernels and slowly crawled toward Gao Jianxiang.
He looked up and saw the pistol hanging under the bookshelf.
Gao Jianxiang noticed it too. Ignoring the excruciating pain in his groin, he desperately climbed toward the bookshelf.
The two men were chasing each other, each wanting to get a pistol and kill the other as soon as possible.
What are these two people doing?
From Li Jian's perspective, he couldn't see the pistol, so in his view, the two of them were climbing on the ground like they were participating in military training.
Chen Changmin ultimately had the advantage of being tall and having long legs, and was the first to climb under the bookshelf.
He stretched out his arm, trying to grab the pistol.
Gao Jianxiang also climbed over, intending to obstruct them.
Bah!
A gunshot rang out, the bullet pierced the body, struck the glass in the living room entryway, and shattered the glass.
A large pool of blood flowed out from under the bookshelf.
I just don't know whose blood it is.
Li Jian wasn't in a hurry at all. He opened a bag of oil-free peanuts and started chewing on them.
Crack--Crack--
ten minutes later.
Gao Jianxiang crawled out from under the bookshelf and lay on the ground, panting heavily.
As for the "Great Demon King" Chen Changmin, he's already completely finished.
After a while, Gao Jianxiang took out his phone and dialed the police, and also called an ambulance for himself.
Ten minutes later.
Several police cars sped over, and two ambulances arrived.
Sitting in the black Ford van, Li Jian saw that Lin Guoxiong had arrived, along with several other familiar faces.
On Hong Kong Island, shootings are definitely the number one issue.
Not to mention that a policeman died this time.
Gao Jianxiang was carried out, and a blanket was covering him.
His face was pale, and he couldn't speak.
Once everything had calmed down, Li Jian drove back to the West Kowloon Regional Crime Unit.
"Brother Jian!"
"Officer Li!"
People greeted him along the way, and Li Jian felt like he was coming home.
I've been following Gao Jianxiang for the past few days, and he's almost forgotten where his office is.
The elevator door opens.
Then I ran into an acquaintance—Zhu Su'e.
"Good morning, Officer Li."
Good morning, Sister E.
Zhu Su'e's attire today perfectly showcases the charm of a mature woman.
The pale yellow uniform dress was tailored to fit the waist, perfectly outlining her slender waist and full hip curves.
Her skirt reached her knees, swaying slightly with her light steps, occasionally revealing the alluring indentation behind her knees.
Sunlight streamed through the glass window, giving her bare calves a pearly sheen.
Those straight, beautiful legs were flawless, and looked even whiter against the backdrop of black platform leather shoes.
The laces of the leather shoes were tied into a delicate bow at the slender ankle, and each step had a perfect sense of rhythm.
From Li Jian's perspective, the curves of her hips, encased in the tight-fitting dress, resembled a perfect peach, tracing a heart-pounding arc as she turned.
The V-neck of the top subtly reveals the collarbone, which complements the thin leather belt around the waist, perfectly blending feminine grace with professional competence.
As she raised her hand to organize the documents, the fabric of her dress stretched out in sexy folds at her waist and hips, and her shoulder blades were faintly visible under the thin fabric.
"Sister E, is there anything fun to do in our bureau?" Li Jian asked, trying to make conversation.
Upon hearing this, Zhu Su'e said, "There's nothing interesting, but a policewoman named Sanyuan is coming to do clerical work today. I heard she's quite pretty. Li sir, would you like to see her?"
“Sanyuan? That name sounds familiar. Did you used to work in the military uniform department?” Li Jian took out his phone and called He Wenzhan.
He Wenzhan's voice came through the phone: "Brother Jian, what can I do for you?"
Li Jian asked, "Do you recognize Chen Sanyuan?"
He Wenzhan said, "Oh, you mean Sanyuan? Of course I know her, she's the famous workaholic from the PTU! There was a gunfight in Tsim Sha Tsui yesterday, and Chan Sanyuan shot one of the criminals, but one got away. I heard that Chan Sanyuan was transferred to the West Kowloon Regional Crime Unit to do clerical work and also to see a psychiatrist. So, you saw him?"
Li Jian said, "Not yet, I was just asking about her situation. I'll invite you for tea sometime."
After hanging up the phone, Zhu Su'e led Li Jian to the logistics department.
On Hong Kong Island, police officers who fire a weapon usually have to work in an administrative position for a period of time before they can be issued a firearm.
However, this rule only applies to newly recruited police officers.
People like Li Jian, who make a living by shooting, are not included in this category.
We arrived at the logistics department.
Li Jian saw a short-haired female police officer in military uniform typing on a computer.
Zhu Su'e said with a smile, "Sanyuan, look who's here!"