Cold Soldier King Pretty President

Song Kexin is slightly stunned. What does Ye Mo mean? Why should he behave like this after he has made great achievements?

Song Kexin is also aware of something in a moment, quietly grabs the gun in his hand, regardless of whether ye Mo's fingerprints are stained on it or not, gently wipes it on the cuff, and then quietly puts the gun in his hand.

The camera inside the hall was damaged. When we started, it seemed that everyone was stupefied and lying on the ground with their heads down. So it should be OK. Maybe it's really OK.

Just at this time, the door of the bank was knocked open, and the army with explosion-proof shield rushed in quickly. When they saw the scene, their faces suddenly changed.

They seem to be late, not as if, but already late!

Looking at the five fallen bodies on the ground, the female colleagues who fainted and the bloody song Kexin, they didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Stretcher! Help! Come on

Wang Zhengyi's anxious voice came from outside the door. When Lao Wang rushed to the scene with the 95, he looked around and ran to song Kexin immediately and said, "are you OK, Kexin! What's the injury, say something

"Uncle Wang, I'm fine. It's someone else's blood." Song Kexin said with a smile.

Wang Zhengyi subconsciously looked at the past, song Kexin body lying in front of the robber pupil lax, eyebrow a blood hole, already dead can't die.

A shot to the head, the shooting is quite accurate, but who fired at the critical moment to save Kexin?

After all, Lao Wang is a grass-roots person who climbs up step by step. His rich practical experience can be regarded as a textbook like figure in the police field. Although he is confused because of song Kexin, his vicious eyes are just a glance, and he immediately finds a lot of clues from these clues.

When the people at the scene did not return to their senses and marveled at Song Kexin's miracles, Wang Zhengyi's eyes had already swept over the frightened hostages one by one. Then he fixed his eyes on Ye Mo, who was holding his head in both hands, and the 95 in his hand also pushed away the insurance and tightened his grip.

Song Kexin saw all this in his eyes, and his heart sank suddenly. Seeing that Wang Zhengyi was about to get up and go to Ye Mo, he immediately called out: "Uncle Wang, I hurt!"

As soon as Wang Zhengyi heard this, he was immediately flustered. In his eyes, the original cold and fierce killing suddenly turned into concern and anxiety. He quickly asked, "Kexin, where are you hurt? Where is the pain in the end?"

Wang Zhengyi doesn't dare to neglect. His many years of first-line career has made him quite familiar with various kinds of trauma. The kind of trauma that he can't bear at the beginning may not be very serious, such as knife wounds and gunshot wounds to avoid the key points. Taking bullets for disinfection and suturing is not a big trouble.

I'm afraid that some internal injuries didn't feel very good at first, but three or five minutes later, people suddenly collapsed and had massive internal bleeding. If they couldn't make it to the operating table, they were gone.

"I don't know where it hurts! It's just pain Song Kexin opened his mouth and grabbed Wang Zhengyi's hand at the same time.

Wang Zhengyi's mouth twitched slightly. He looked at the two guns beside song Kexin. Then he turned his head to see ye Mo, who was still holding his head in both hands. The look in his eyes was also uncertain.

Just when he turned his eyes to Ye Mo, Wang Zhengyi clearly felt song Kexin's body tremble a little, and his hand also increased his strength. Although the amplitude was very slight, his feeling would not go wrong. At that moment, Wang Zhengyi's heart was also repeatedly anxious.

For Wang Zhengyi, it seems that it has been as long as several centuries, but in reality it is just a few seconds.

"Did anyone see it?"

Wang Zhengyi asked coldly. Song Kexin was stunned at the beginning and didn't react. But when he saw Uncle Wang's eyes, he immediately understood.

"I don't think so..."

In the face of this uncertain answer, Wang Zhengyi's mouth twitched twice, and finally took his eyes back from ye Mo's body.

"Wipe the blood off your face!" After Wang Zhengyi left a word, he quickly organized the order of the scene.

Song Kexin has just come over. After all, it's the lack of time that has left too many omissions. The gun in her hand can explain, but if it's a head shot in the front, it can't explain where the blood stains on her face come from.

"If it's their own internal strife..." Song Kexin's mind drifted away, as if the explanation was smooth, as if with some hard wounds, as if

Song Kexin's mind wandered, and finally turned to the policewoman who was carried on the stretcher. If anyone at the scene must have seen the real situation, it was her.

However, the reality does not give song Kexin too much time to think about, the hostages and the wounded are properly handled, as for ye Mo, who is also holding a sleeping Zhuang, goes out with him.

Clean the blood stains on his face and walk out of the door, there are thunderous applause and flashing lights. When he realizes that the focus of attention is himself, song Kexin's mind is also a little confused.

From the time she applied for the police academy, she had fantasized about this scene for countless times, but when the day came without warning, song Kexin didn't know what to do.

"Kexin, say something quickly!" Wang Zhengyi on the side of the small voice of a reminder, and then also smile at the camera of the reporters, this moment is really gratifying.

Song Kexin is just like a new soldier on the battlefield. He is not ready yet, and then mechanically says: "prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony, freedom, equality, justice, rule of law, patriotism, dedication..."

"Well said!"

Before Song Kexin's words were finished, a cheering voice suddenly came from the crowd. With his leadership, there was a thunderous applause all around. Song Kexin didn't know what he said, and the reporters all around didn't know what was good about the endless words.

In short, some people say that good is good, some people take the lead in clapping, and the applause is thunderous on the scene. Song Kexin looks at the direction of the previous cheering, and sees Ye Mo waving to himself with a cigarette in his mouth, and then turns around and disappears in the crowd.

"This guy..." Wang Zhengyi's face changed slightly, and the dignified old public security officer came again. He couldn't see anything unusual from Song Kexin's facial expression.

This matter can be big or small. He has to report it to the old leader later, but the version he wants to report is very different from the public version.

The next thing is a little bad evaluation, at least song Kexin himself is half disgusted, half excited, and finally turned into confusion and complexity.

Under the operation of the leading group of the Municipal Bureau, song Kexin was hailed as a bright new star. At the press conference, all the major mainstream media came to the scene. The flash never stopped from the beginning to the end, and professional cameras were set up from different angles.

The theme is officer song Kexin's bravery, indomitable struggle with criminals, to ensure the safety of people's lives and property, is the people's what, we must learn from officer song's what, the next words song Kexin also feel dull.

From the beginning to the end, the speeches of the leaders of the Municipal Bureau were impassioned, and the manuscripts were driven out temporarily by the big secretary. It was very tense, and it made people excited.

As for song Kexin, he feels more like a giant panda or a mascot, as long as he keeps a saluting posture, but the thick bandage wrapped around his left arm is nothing but nondescript.

Song Kexin vaguely remembers the argument in the infirmary before.

"Zhao Bureau, I just scraped a little skin on my arm. Just apply some medicine."

"Nonsense! The criminals are extremely vicious. How many of our comrades have been shot and injured? How can we just scratch their skin! Wrap up the bandage for me. It should be thicker. Remember, you are fractured now, and get a gauze to hang on her neck. Let's see if we can arrange to hang a hanging bottle or something at the scene.... "

Those medical staff had to do as they did, and the news conference was exaggerated by hanging bottles on the scene, and finally the proposal was temporarily cancelled.

In this regard, song Kexin himself is also very helpless, just to show that she was seriously injured, and then reflect the personal bravery, is it really necessary?

Think about ye Mo, who has great merit and fame, and those comrades who have been injured and rescued. Song Kexin suddenly feels like a despicable thief. Although she has done nothing, she is enjoying the glory of a hero standing in the flash. Her initial excitement has gradually changed. This is not what she wants.