"Yan Liang, tell me your choice."

"I choose ......"

Airplanes!

In 2205, detective Yan Liang, who had just cracked the snowman serial murder case that shocked the whole country, drove to an abandoned factory in the old industrial area of western Liaoning.

The old Santana let out a torn engine roar and sped down the bumpy road.

He stepped on the accelerator to the maximum, and in the midst of the smoke and dust, his red eyes stared straight ahead, faintly excited, expectant, and a little panicked.

Squeak –

The car made a 90-degree turn and entered a cramped roadway.

Yan Liang is very familiar with every inch of land here. He had been here many times in midnight dreams, wandering in horror and pain.

He frantically stepped on the gas pedal and increased the speed to the highest speed.

On both sides of the roadway is the high wall of the factory, and at the end of the roadway, there is an abandoned warehouse.

Seeing that he was about to hit the iron door of the warehouse, Yan Liang didn't have the slightest intention of slowing down, he didn't even blink his eyes, he still stepped on the accelerator and hit it straight.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the car crashed through the iron door and crashed into the warehouse.

In the warehouse, a group of young men with red and green hair looked over in amazement, and among them, a young man covered in blood curled up on the ground in pain, his eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Yan Liang.

"Buzz ......"

The car didn't have the slightest intention of stopping, roaring wildly, rushing towards this group of non-mainstream youths.

"Damn!"

The group of young people immediately cursed and scolded, scattered in a hurry, and dodged in all directions.

Chirping......

Eventually, the car made a mark four or five meters long on the concrete floor and stopped sideways next to the only teenager in the field.

In the frightened eyes of the young man, Yan Liang jumped out of the car, his eyes were red, he looked at the young man, snorting and panting, and wanted to step forward, but for some reason, he just froze in place.

"Dad?" After a long time, the young man was the first to react, called Yan Liang, and tears fell instantly.

"Can you move?" Yan Liang's heart was surging, and a thousand words turned into three cold words on his lips.

"Yes." The boy was crying.

Yan Liang looked at the young man for a while and said, "Get in the car." ”

He turned around, not daring to look at his son again, for fear that he might not be able to hold back his tears.

At this moment, the group of non-mainstream youths were already holding machetes, steel pipes and other weapons, and they were gathered in twos and threes, and there were more than a dozen people.

"Yo, isn't this the famous Hades?" A red-haired man called exaggeratedly, "Come and come, they all know each other, Captain Yan of the Criminal Police Brigade of the Municipal Bureau has a little eyesight, called Brother Yan." ”

In the midst of everyone's laughter, another yellow-haired man said disdainfully: "Hades? Yan Gemao! It's just a special black dog! ”

Bang!

A wine bottle smashed at Yan Liang's feet and shattered, splashing him with wine and broken glass inside.

Yan Liang's face was expressionless, and he didn't move, just staring at the red hair in the front.

In the last time and space, the son was beaten to death by this group of young people in society, and in the end, it was this red hair who stabbed the most fatal knife and completely buried his son's life.

Without waiting for Yan Liang to arrest someone, the red hair died of an overdose of smoking a unique product three days later.

The red hair died alive, but his son died in despair and pain.

Yan Liang still clearly remembered that the moment he saw the red-haired corpse, he hated it so much that his teeth itched.

"What the hell do you see?" The steel pipe in Hongmao's hand pointed at Yan Liang, "Tell you clearly, if you arrest my eldest brother, I want your son to live rather than die!" Even if you arrest me, I still have a bunch of good brothers, and each of them will have a hard time with your son, can you catch me? ”

The red hair laughed arrogantly: "But now I don't need to, this is not in the village and there is no store in the back, we will kill you directly, and it can be regarded as avenging my eldest brother." ”

Yan Liang's fists clenched involuntarily, he saw the murderous intent and hideousness in the red hair's eyes, and knew that this person was not just talking.

And the gangsters on the other side, some followed the coaxing, while others were shocked and some flinched. They soon quarreled, but Redfur pulled out a shotgun from his waist and immediately overwhelmed all voices.

"Dad...... Come on! ”

Yan Liang's son is a little scared, since he was a child, his father told him not to cause trouble, not to fight, but sometimes some people seem to have their own unlucky halo, he has been having all kinds of entanglements with those bad children since elementary school, almost every three days, a big fight on Monday, always endless.

What he hated the most was that as long as he fought, no matter what the reason was, who was right or wrong, his father would clean him up, either take a belt, or take him to the police station for a few days, and not once spared him.

Over time, every time he encountered something like a fight, he stopped doing it.

In his opinion, he only gets beaten, not beaten, so that his father won't blame himself anymore, right?

It turned out to be as he expected, and in the days that followed, he was glad that he had not been taught by his father again.

This time was the same, although he was afraid of being beaten to death, he still did not fight back, because he was very afraid of what his father said, "A slap does not make a sound".

Yan Liang looked back at his son, smiled, and said, "Sit steadfastly, in this fight today, Dad will fight for you." ”

After a pause, Yan Liang suddenly touched his head and said, "If you can do something in the future, you can do it, as long as it's not your fault, I promise I won't blame you." ”

Yan Liang's eyes were a little red, he didn't know how many times he had said these words in his dreams.

The boy was stunned by these words.

At this moment, Hongmao put the earth shotgun on Yan Liang's head, and smiled: "Come, Hades, call the master." ”

Yan Liang turned his head, his eyes getting cold.

"Is there a bullet in the gun?" He asked.

The red-haired sneered.

Rumble!

He suddenly fired a shot into the sky, then loaded the bullet again, and put the gun against Yan Liang's head.

"Why do you think I'm scaring you?" The red-haired look was crazy and hideous, "Call Lord!" Or I'll kill you! ”

Yan Liang let out a breath: "I'm relieved to do this......"

At one point, he jerked his body short, and then punched him firmly in the chin, knocking him to the ground.

Then he quickly pulled out his gun and fired a shot into the sky, shouting with a stern expression: "Warning! ”

Hongmao was stunned, but this punch did not make him lose his combat effectiveness, and in Yan Liang's shouting, he was clever, and almost subconsciously aimed the earth shotgun at Yan Liang.

Bang!

The next moment, the gun rang out.

The red hair shook and froze in place.

Bang!

Three seconds later, he fell to the ground with a thud, blood slowly spreading across his chest.

The scene was in chaos.

A week later, the supervisory authority ruled that Yan Liang's law enforcement procedures were in compliance with the law and that he did not bear any legal responsibility. The red-haired gang was wiped out due to organized crime, intentional injury, robbery and other crimes.