District 9

The second floor of the store.

Pei Deyong stood up covered in blood, pressed against the wall, and walked to the door of the house on the back.

Downstairs, the sound of a body scraping against the glass was heard. Pei Deyong looked back at the direction of the stairs and kicked open the door to the back with a bang.

In a room of fifteen or six square meters, a thin middle-aged man wearing a thin sweatshirt was holding the head of the bed to stand up. But there seemed to be something wrong with his legs, as if he couldn't exert himself, he was sweating in a hurry, and he couldn't stand upright completely.

Next to the bed, a teenage boy turned his head and looked at Pei Deyong after hearing the sound.

"hehe."

After Pei Deyong came to his senses, he stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on his face and looked at the two of them and smiled.

After the middle-aged man was stunned for a few seconds, he immediately waved his hand and shouted: "Brother...brother."

"God really thinks I'm wronged and can't bear to see it anymore. He left a way for me to struggle." Pei Deyong walked over with his eyes wide open and stretched out his hand to grab me.

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand to push Pei Deyong, but the little boy next to him looked frightened, but did not dodge. Instead, he stepped forward, opened his palms and shouted: "Uncle...Uncle, don't catch my dad. "

Pei Deyong looked at the little boy and was stunned for a moment, then grabbed his collar and pulled him towards the door with a frown.

"Don't touch my son!" The middle-aged man stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Bang!"

Pei Deyong came to his senses, kicked the thin middle-aged man over, and dragged the little boy to the stairs.

In the hall, the slightly messy footsteps suddenly stopped.

"Kang!"

Pei Deyong shot downstairs and shouted: "The plot has changed. Don't move. I have hostages in my hands."

After saying that, Pei Deyong pointed the muzzle of the gun at the back of the little boy's head, picked up the thunderbolt with his left hand, flipped the safety off and said: "Hold this."

The little boy turned around when he heard the sound, looking at Pei Deyong with clear and frightened eyes.

"Hold on!" Pei Deyong roared.

The little boy looked at him, his face turned pale and his whole body was shaking.

"I'll let you hold on." Pei Deyong glared and pushed the child's forehead with the muzzle of his gun.

The child's head was hit against the wall with a muffled sound. He looked at Pei Deyong blankly and said after a long pause: "Uncle...Uncle...I listen to you, don't shoot my dad. "

Pei Deyong was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that the other boy, a teenage boy, could actually say such a thing in fear.

The little boy slowly stretched out his hand and said, holding his breath: "I... we don't have money to take medicine... the doctor said he won't live long."

Pei Deyong looked at the other party's eyes, frowned and clenched the gun, stretched out his hand to hand over the thunder with the safety flipped open, and ordered: "Press this with your thumb, hold it down."

downstairs.

"Pei Deyong, are you a fucking beast?! Can you run away?" Ding Guozhen shouted.

"If you can't run away, I'll also pull some people on your back." Seeing that the child had already grasped Lei with both hands, Pei Deyong immediately urged him: "Go down, hurry up."

After the boy heard the sound, he held Lei in both hands and walked towards the bottom of the steps.

"Gudong!"

The middle-aged man in the room was holding on to the wall, and after taking two or three steps forward anxiously, his legs were weak and he suddenly fell to the ground.

Pei Deyong frowned and turned back: "Don't move."

"Brother...brother...you punish me, I will be your hostage, don't touch the child." The middle-aged man lay on the ground, shouting with red eyes: "He was born in my family, and he never enjoyed happiness. I beg you, for the sake of him being a child, I will kowtow to you..."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he banged his head against the ground.

The corner of Pei Deyong's mouth twitched, he turned his head and shouted at the child: "Stand on the steps and raise your hands."

The boy stopped when he heard the sound, stood at the bottom of the steps, and raised his hands.

In the hall, Ding Guozhen and a dozen other police officers looked up and saw the child holding thunder in both hands, and they were immediately stunned.

"Damn it, wasn't it evacuated? What did you do for so long?!" Zhu Wei shouted while hiding in the bunker with red eyes.

"Time is too tight, so we can only shout outside to ask them to leave voluntarily." The police officer next to him responded in a low voice.

Ding Guozhen's forehead was covered with sweat, and he stared blankly at the little boy, and said in a trembling voice: "Pei Deyong, can you walk like a man, ah?! What's the point of having a child? Do you think you can run? ?"

"Don't talk nonsense to me." Pei Deyong gasped and replied: "I have never been a man, I am just a villain."

Ding Guozhen turned to look behind and asked in a low voice: "Where is Team Qin?"

The police officer at the back pointed at the shed.

"Don't even murmur to me." Pei Deyong said with a trembling voice: "I know someone wants to break in. I will check the three of you. If you don't retreat, I will kill the one inside."

After the words fell, the room fell silent for a moment, except for the middle-aged man who was still begging in a crying tone.

Suddenly, the little boy looked back at Pei Deyong, cried loudly, held up the thunder with trembling hands, and shouted towards the bottom of the stairs: "Uncle...Uncle...I beg you...let him go." ...Don't let him shoot my dad...I beg you...I have no family left..."

Ding Guozhen and others were stunned.

The little boy turned back with tears on his face, looked at Pei Deyong and said, "Uncle...I listen to you...Don't hit my dad...I listen to you..."

"Fuck!"

Pei Deyong looked at the child's expression and listened to what he said, and he became discouraged at this moment.

Yes, in just such a moment, Pei Deyong, who had no idea how many lives were in his hands, became soft-hearted and discouraged. He even clearly knew that he was finished and could no longer struggle.

Indoors, a middle-aged man lay on the ground and asked in a trembling voice: "Brother...do you have any children...think about him...and look at my son, they are the same...!"

"Shut the hell up!" Pei Deyong's eyes were red, holding the gun and pointing at the other party: "Lie there, don't talk."

"Uncle...uncle...don't shoot my dad." The boy took a step and walked back.

Pei Deyong turned around and said, "Don't move, don't move. If you move forward, I'll beat you to death."

After shouting three times in a row, Pei Deyong's palms trembled but he did not pull the trigger.

"Bang, bang!"

At this moment, there was a crisp sound of glass breaking in the next room.

"Danglanglang!"

Immediately afterwards, tear gas flew along the door.

"Bang!"

A gas explosion sounded, and smoke instantly rose from the stairs.

The little boy held up the thunder, rushed up quickly, and shouted in a crying voice: "Dad...Dad!"

Pei Deyong was sitting at the top of the stairs, suddenly raised his arm, grabbed the little boy and shouted: "Don't move!"

The little boy froze in place.

Pei Deyong reached out and grabbed the opponent's palm, pressing Lei's loose hair hard, his voice trembling: "Don't move... He... He's fine... Don't let go, it will explode."

The child was in the smoke and stopped moving.

Pei Deyong leaned against the wall and slowly closed his eyes: "I fucked you, I admit it."

There was a sound of footsteps, and Qin Yu rushed to the stairs wearing explosion-proof clothing and goggles. When he looked down at Pei Deyong's posture, he was instantly stunned.