Ancient master modern police

Hearing Zhang Qi's question, the big man responded silently, but since these questions were asked, they were the type that had to be answered. "Hey——" the big man sighed, looking at the tear-stained faces of Han Die'er and Tong Weihua, he finally couldn't help telling the truth.

"My name is Fang Yizhan. Like these three, I am Lao Han's comrade-in-arms, not only in the past, but now also in a special department." Fang Yizhan and the others looked at each other, and he explained, "The difference is that we He was directly transferred from the army to the special forces, Lao Han waited until Xiaodie was diagnosed with leukemia before joining, and we met the night before that kid's wedding."

"Old Han is a new face in our circle, and his skills are good, so he is in charge of the middle link. Some time ago, a brother got a good thing. When he was hunted down, he put it in the storage that Lao Han was in charge of transferring. Two days after Lao Han got the things, he was targeted.” Fang Yizhan took out a cigarette, lit it, and said to Tong Weihua, “Sister-in-law, it’s good for you to know these things, and it’s best not to say anything about it.” .”

"It was the British who killed Lao Han, and they probably haven't found the thing yet," Fang Yizhan glanced at Zhang Qi, and continued, "We will take revenge!"

Dongfang Yizhan dared to say these things in order to let the wives and daughters of his old comrades in arms know the details, and he was not afraid of spreading the word. If you tell others, they will think you are talking about TV dramas. Besides, every country has some special features. Existing teams, this is the default but also not recognized.

This kind of army has very strict salary. Han Yuzhi is a veteran. He performed well in the army, and his family situation is also very suitable. How can it be suitable? My beloved daughter is sick and needs money for medical treatment.

Zhang Qi only came to help out because of his neighbors, but with what Fang Yizhan said and what he saw from Han Yuzhi, Zhang Qi had a deeper understanding of the matter.

Pointing to the clothes Han Yuzhi was wearing, Zhang Qiyi and Fang Yizhan might as well explain to him. The other party sighed again, stepped forward, and tore off the thicker clothes on Han Yuzhi's body. It turned out that the clothes had interlayers inside.

There was a piece of red in the interlayer, and it was a national flag. Fang Yizhan said bitterly: "We are not recognized, so we can only use this method."

"Old Han——" Tong Weihua couldn't help throwing himself on top of her husband's body, and cried out again. Han Die'er was also aggravated by her grief. She, who had been crying silently, began to shake her shoulders, and the sound of crying came out faintly .

"Don't cry, your father is a good man!" Zhang Qi comforted, although the effect was not good, but he told the truth, "He committed suicide, he chose to hit the dagger!"

"What?" The few people present were immediately stunned, but Fang Yizhan and the others thought about it, it was really possible, not to mention anything else, just said that if the British guy was sure that Han Yuzhi knew the whereabouts of the things, why wouldn't he torture him severely? Han Yuzhi's body actually only had some minor wounds and a fatal wound.

If it's your choice, you can't go wrong.A picture flashed in the minds of Fang Yizhan and the others. Han Yuzhi was captured and threatened by the enemy wielding a dagger, but he puffed up his chest and chose to commit suicide.

"Why is this? Could it be? Han Yuzhi was afraid that he would not be able to bear the torture, so where should he put the things?" Fang Yizhan and the others couldn't help thinking.

"Uncles, Police Officer Zhang, can you help us move father's coffin to the living room and put it down first, we have to pay homage to it." Han Die'er said in a crying voice. When Fang Yizhan and others started to carry the coffin, Han Die'er He couldn't help asking: "Uncle Fang, do you have more death benefits in your army?"

"That's right, if you do what we do, you'll die..." Fang Yizhan replied casually, halfway through the sentence, he looked up at the smile on Han Yuzhi's face inside the coffin. At this moment, I almost couldn't help crying.

It turned out that Han Yuzhi was not only afraid that he would not be able to bear the torture and commit suicide, but more importantly, he had already made up his mind to die. If he was caught by the enemy and he saw that he had no chance to escape, he would trade his life for a pension and give him a pension. Han Die'er was responsible for medical expenses, no wonder Han Yuzhi joined without hesitation after the regulations were announced, no wonder the higher ups recruited more of these people, no wonder the death pension was so high.

Fang Yizhan and the others felt heavy in their hearts at this time. They loved the high pension regulations in the past, but now they have become a little resentful. If it weren't for this kind of system, Han Yuzhi might hold on and wait for rescue, maybe, maybe he wouldn't die.

"Why? Is this our last money to buy our lives? You are so afraid that we will be greedy for life and fear of death, so what are you recruiting us for?" After a while, there are considerations above, and this approach should be to encourage people like Han Yuzhi to do this.

Carrying the coffin into the living room, Tong Weihua and Han Die'er took out the things they had prepared and began to worship. Han Die'er knelt and stiffly showed the smile that was called the most beautiful by his father, but the mother and daughter were in love with each other. Knives.

Han Dier hated herself more than ever now, why did she get leukemia, it was still chronic, why not completely, it was acute, if she died earlier, her father would not have paid the price with his life for him.

This kind of price, this kind of father's love, is such a heavy happiness to bear on the body. This is the greatest love that a father can give. The feelings written with life are often beautiful and overwhelming, but they are often Smile from the bottom of your heart.

"I will live well and live for a long time. One day when I die and see you, father, I will tell you that I have survived your share." Han Dier offered incense for her father, Said silently in my heart.

After paying homage to Han Yuzhi, several people came outside the mourning hall. Fang Yizhan and the four stood smoking while Zhang Qi frowned and thought.

"What is that thing? Is it big?" Zhang Qi asked Fang Yizhan. At this time, Han Die'er and Tong Weihua were not there. Fang Yizhan squinted his eyes, a little indifferent to Zhang Qi's question.

"Officer Zhang, this kind of thing is beyond your control, and you don't need to." Fang Yizhan said angrily, if Zhang Qi hadn't come to help the Han family, Fang Yizhan wouldn't even bother to talk to a policeman.

But Zhang Qi continued to ask, "Call me Mr. Zhang, I'm asking as a friend of Ms. Tong and Han Die'er."

"It's not big, just a little..." Fang Yizhan said irritably. After being patted on the arm by his comrades, he realized not to talk too much. Although he is not afraid, don't cause any trouble.

After Zhang Qi heard it, a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart, and he muttered: "Could it be..."