Breaking Through the Clouds: 152.Chapter 152

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The black smoke billowed on the steep cliff, the stone was burnt to cracks, and the air was filled with the choking smell of burning leather.

Long police cars lined up on the mountain road, with red and blue lights illuminating the sky. Special police, criminal police, lifeguards, forest police... Countless uniforms hurriedly came and went, the beam of the wolf eye flashlight staggered under the cliff.

"No second area!"

"The third search and rescue zone did not find any traces of drops!"

"Go down ten meters, the search and rescue area expands to the orange range, don't give up!"

The command vehicle stopped far away. Before Lu Ju could even wrap his coat, he hurriedly walked up surrounded by several on-site commanders and asked hoarsely: "How is it?"

"It's not good." Team Yu was supported by people. I don't know if it was cold or tired. I saw red eyes: "Both of them fell down. If you hear Shao, you can't see alive, you can't see a person, you can't see a dead body, it should be I also jumped off the cliff. The search and rescue team has covered the entire red focus area and has not found anything yet."

"Are there broken human tissues?"

Team Yu's cheeks suddenly twitched, and even Deputy Bureau Wei, who came from behind, changed his color. Several members of the Criminal Investigation Detachment who rushed up from a short distance fell soft at the same time.

But Lu Ju stared closely at Team Yu, his squinted old eyes had a kind of icy composure.

"...Currently...Nor." Team Yu paused with difficulty, and said: "Once there is a discovery, the life-saving personnel will immediately pack it up and let us...identify."

Lu Ju nodded and looked at his feet.

The black and bottomless mountain stream burst out with gusts of cold wind, like a crack in the earth leading to hell, and vaguely heard the sorrowful cry when the cloudy wind surged.

"Hope for the best, prepare for the worst, and try our best." Lu Ju slowly said, "Notify Yan Xiu's parents and Yang Mei, so that they will be psychologically prepared."

"Team Strict!"

"Where are you, Team Yan!"

"Team Jiang!"

"The rescue is here, hold on! If you hear, please answer!"

……

The shouts and hustle and bustle gradually moved downwards, being picked up by the north wind, and then disappeared in the distance.

Drowsy, severe pain.

Like countless rusty saws pulling the brain back and forth, Yan Xiu slowly opened his eyes, but his vision was blurred like matte paper. After a long while, he finally focused slowly, and the pain in the limbs and skeletons gradually crawled back to the nerve endings, but he couldn't even scream, and his mouth was full of solidified iron fish.

"...Where is Jiang Ting?" He thought exhaustedly.

Then he dullly realized: "Ah, I didn't die?"

Above, there are countless dense bushes growing on both sides of the cliff, connecting the cliffs into a line of sky. Yan Xiu tried his best to move his arm, and finally recovered a little bit of hearing. He heard the sound of rushing water not far away, and the ground under him was soft, cold and moist.

——It’s a river beach.

Countless branches and rivers growing horizontally saved his life.

"..." Yan Xiu tried his best to prop up his upper body: "... Jiang..."

"Don't move."

The two words were so weak and hoarse that they were almost unrecognizable, but Yan Xi recognized who it was in an instant—he panted and turned his head, it was Jiang Ting, he was still alive!

In an instant, Yan Xiu's nerves were like electricity, and the electric current of joy washed all over the body from top to bottom.

Jiang Ting is curled up in his arms, his side face is between his neck and his knees are bent on his chest; he is only wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt, and it seems that he doesn't even have the strength to lift his face. The river is sparkling. The sparkling reflected thousands of waves, reflecting his small blue and transparent side cheeks, and his moist black hair fell on the sand.

"How are you, Jiang Ting?" Yan Xiu was given a shot, turned his teeth and hugged him, his tentacles felt that his body temperature was surprisingly low: "Where are your clothes?"

He immediately felt something as soon as he said this. He looked down and was stunned.

His neck and chest are bulging and covered with fabric, Jiang Ting's jacket and thermal suit!

"Naughty! You **** bastard!" Yan Xi was furious and immediately stretched out his hand to take off his clothes. But then he heard Jiang Ting's extremely weak stop, although it was almost whispering: "It's useless..."

"What did you say! We can live!"

Jiang Ting shook his head, and then turned his face up to signal, but such subtle movements seemed to exhaust the energy he had finally saved, "Do you know how we fell?"

Yan Xiu looked up.

Layers of natural vegetation cover the rock wall. Forty to fifty degrees of slopes are covered with chaos for ten meters from the ground, and upwards are almost vertical knives and axes.

"We ran into a lot of trees and turned down from above...until we fell into the river. This is the downstream. From time to time, it is probably miles away from the explosion point."

Yan Xi said in amazement: "Did you drag me ashore?"

The river will not form a high tide to push them onto the beach, it will only drown them. After a nearly tens of meters of falling, what kind of arduous struggle did Jiang Ting endure before pushing him to the shore in the rushing water?

Jiang Ting did not answer this question, or he may have no energy, "The rescue may...the rescue can't be here. You take a rest and wait for dawn...you will go upstream and you will soon..."

Yan Xiu roughly stuffed the clothes into his neck: "You shut up! I'll hit you again!"

"You are a waste like this, we will all..."

"You know what a fart! Shut up!"

Jiang Ting's eyelashes were drooping, and the corners of his lips seemed to show a trace of sad lines: "...but I can't do it, Yan Xiu."

After a pause, he said, "I can't see it anymore."

Yan Xiu bombed the ground, making his eyes black and his brain blank, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

"...What?" He said blankly, "What can't be seen? How can I not see? What do you mean?"

Jiang Ting fumbled and stretched out his hand to Yan Xi's chest, hugged his other shoulder, and buried his face completely in the firm neck that was still warm. It was a gesture of complete dependence and even attachment, and it might be the first and last time he did this in his life.

Even in the endless darkness, you can clearly feel the familiar heart beating in the ear, hitting the eardrum.

"I don't know, maybe I bumped my head. It's nothing, Yan Xi...It's nothing, everyone has this time, don't cry."

Shaking, Yan Xi turned over and wrapped Jiang Ting with his coat, and hugged him tightly in his arms.

"Don't cry," Jiang Ting said intermittently, "I'm very tired, and I will sleep a little bit... Don't be like this, I am not cold at all, I am quite warm. Your parents are good people, I'm sorry for them, Yang Mei was beaten I'm tired, the boss is not the young..."

Yan Xiu gritted his teeth on the back of his head, nested his head in his arms, and kept kissing the wet black hair on top of his head that smelled of river water.

But how could the river water be so salty, he thought in a daze.

It's too salty.

Jiang Ting's eyes closed slightly, his pupils dimmed, but his eyes seemed to be completely relaxed and satisfied. He can only maintain this posture. Even in such an embarrassing situation, the outline of the side face and the details of the facial features can not pick out any flaws, like white porcelain soaked in water; his lips are greyish white. , But it is also very soft, every twitching when speaking in a low voice clings to the skin of Yan Xi's chest.

"Very good. In the end, we are still together. Let's chat with me... What do you want to do after you go out? You should get a promotion this time, or go home and inherit the coal mine, your parents I will be very happy..."

"Fuck you," Yan Xiu gritted his teeth, "I just want to **** you, and then take you to get married."

Jiang Ting laughed silently, even though the smile was so weak that it was almost invisible, "Okay."

Yan Xi's shoulders trembled strangely, his vision was blurred, and his throat was sore as burning.

"You look so good," Jiang Ting murmured, "Be obedient, don't cry, I will sleep for a while."

He slowly pressed his body weight on his lover's chest and closed his eyes. At that moment, Yan Xiu sharply broke the tone: "Jiang Ting! Don't sleep! Jiang Ting!!"

For several seconds, the blood in Yan Xiu's whole body was cold. He grabbed Jiang Ting’s jaw and forced his face up, shaking his fingers under his nose to try to breathe, until he was sure that there was still a slight breath. Only temporarily fell into a coma or coma, only to feel that his contracted heart finally barely resumed beating again.

"Don't sleep, it's okay," he muttered nervously over and over again, stacking all the clothes he could pile on Jiang Ting to keep him warm, "It's okay, I will hold you... it's okay, it's okay. Of."

The movement of Xisuo Suo heard from a distance, and a figure appeared in the moonlight and slowly approached.

That's Wen Shao.

He was wounded all over and walked slowly, walked closer and squatted down, staring at Jiang Ting, with a long blood trail behind him.

"Why the **** aren't you going to die?" Yan Xi squeezed a voice from his teeth.

"...Look," Wen Shao tilted his head and answered the wrong question: "He has a reaction."

Yan Xi looked down and saw that Jiang Ting, who was in a coma, was obviously tensed, breathing rapidly, and seemed very restless.

"Every time, he can hear, smell, or feel me even without his eyes... So for the past three years I have always believed that he did not completely lose consciousness, he just temporarily went to some Place, I still have to wake up and come back to me in the end."

Wen Shao Senliang's eyes showed an indescribable look, and Yan Xiu recognized what it was.

——The lunatic is completely mad after a long time twisting and desperate.

"It's just different this time," he said softly with a chilling smile: "This time he is going to go with me."

Wen Shao raised his hand to Jiang Ting's pale side face, his five fingers and nails were all opened, **** and bloody, like a **** devil who just crawled out of hell. Yan Ji squeezed his hand with so much force that the knuckles tremble, and he pushed it away with all his strength, roaring: "Get out of here!"

Wen Shao fell on the sand, Yan Xi was like a fierce beast who was about to fight back after his head was driven to desperation. His consciousness was completely blank. He took off his coat and wrapped Jiang Ting, then rushed to hold him and grabbed his hair. Hit the ground fiercely!

"Hey!" Wen Shao spit out blood, hooked Yan Xiu's neck with an elbow and threw it to the ground, relentlessly hammering on a few ribs he didn't know he had cracked. The fist squeezed the flesh and bones, and the internal organs seemed to be crushed into mud, making a sour rubbing sound.

"Why do you do bad things about me, huh?" Wen Shao shouted sharply: "Why do you want to do bad things about me?!"

Yan Xi had a **** head and a hideous face. He kicked his opponent out, and roared through the mountains: "Because you must die!! You disgusting drug dealer!!!"

Wen Shao coughed up blood and leaned down on the ground. Yan Xiu stood up, but couldn't stand up. The sternum already showed a startling slight depression. However, at this time, the pain had already receded from all his senses. Only the frenzied anger flooded the top of his head, pouring anger into every blood vessel in his body; he almost staggered and crawled over, pinching Wen Shao's neck fiercely Smash his head on the ground, on the stone!

Boom!

Boom! !

Every bang was accompanied by blood spattering, Wen Shao was already silent, fingers convulsed and grabbed Yan Xiu's throat, using all his strength to pinch the aorta!

"...Call..."

"Call..."

Jiang Ting lay on his back on the bank of the night. No one saw him slowly raising his arm. The reflection of the river outlined the slender wrist bones and fingers.

He couldn't open his eyes, couldn't make a sound, his ears buzzed, and he couldn't even hear his short puffs. His soul seemed to be floating in the void, but his right hand was numbly groping for a long time in the messy clothes, until he finally touched a handful of cold and familiar things, and then held it weakly and tightly.

That is a gun.

Before the Jeep exploded, Yan Xiu reached for the gun from the back seat and stuffed it into his waist.

Destiny is like an ingenious mechanism, closely intertwined at every possible changeable node. All the joys and sorrows, all the subtle orifices, will eventually lead to the end that has already been written in the future——

Jiang Ting opened his eyes slightly, and aimed his guns at the two violent figures not far away.

Although he is completely out of sight.

"Brother Yan!"

"Brother Yan!"

"Yan Xiu——"

A shout was echoed in the valley accompanied by the flashlight, and suddenly Han Xiaomei stopped and turned her head abruptly.

Search and rescue personnel trudged through the steep and slippery rocks, and Ma Xiang did not raise his head and asked: "What's the matter?"

"...There is light over there."

"Huh?"

"It's a river," Han Xiaomei narrowed her eyes. "It's a river!"

The search and rescue crews stopped their movements and lifted up, and saw that Han Xiaomei had jumped off the rock with the megaphone and stumbled towards the river. Even Ma Xiang couldn't stop him: "Hey! Come back!"

"They won't die! They must have fallen into the river!" Han Xiaomei turned back and yelled sharply, tears bursting out of her eyes: "As long as they fall into the river, they will definitely survive! Maybe by now. Not far from us!"

Ma Xiang was speechless for a while.

"Brother Yan! Team Jiang!" The loudspeaker spread Han Xiaomei's desperate cry throughout the valley: "Where are you! Tell me something! Brother Yan——"

"Strictly..."

"Brother Yan..."

Like a person's illusion in extreme despair, a shadowy sound came from the wind, and Yan Xi lost his mind.

The next moment the stalemate was broken, he turned around and slammed his head, and was hit on the sand by Wen Shao!

Bang!

The shock made him stare at Venus, and for an instant he could feel nothing but dizziness. In the intense pain that was stretched infinitely, he finally heard the intermittent voice in the distance, it was Han Xiaomei!

The lifeguard has searched here!

"Talk back," Wen Shao sneered with his elbow against Yan Xiu's throat, panting, "Will they leave if they don't reply?"

"..." Yan Xiu's face was blue, red and purple, and he couldn't make any sound.

"When those people find your corpse, what will they say? Is it pretending to shed two tears and organizing a false and lengthy funeral for you, or is it mocking you as a fool in my heart, jumping down to die for nothing, but what in the end? Can't be changed?"

Wen Shao approached the hateful face that made him want to frustrate his bones and ashes. The blood gurgled from his nose, and every word contained strong undisguised malice:

"From the very beginning, you were destined to only play a supporting role in the tragedy, Yan Xiu...you are just a waste."

The two of them looked at each other very closely, Yan Xiu's ten fingers were all pierced into Wen Shao's neck, and a few blood trailed down the fingerprints. But at this time, it seemed to them that any physical injury or pain was nothing. The violent and fierce face was distorted because of excessive force, and he turned his head to the side and slowly made two gestures. Mouth shape.

——Stupid, hard.

Wen Shao followed his gaze and saw that Jiang Ting had already forcibly sat up, his eyes were blankly looking away, but his gun was directed at them!

The river water flashed a cold light on the muzzle. After hearing Shao for a moment, it seemed to see some joke: "Shoot, Jiang stopped?"

"..."

"You can't see it anymore, right?"

Jiang Ting was motionless as if he hadn't heard him.

"Shoot, or you don't dare to pull the trigger casually," Wen Shao gasped and laughed: "Will you kill me or kill someone with the surname Yan? Don't you dare to take a gamble?"

——Don’t I dare? Jiang stopped thinking.

The vibration of the memory neutron popped through the void, through the blood, and evoked a clearer and clearer segment in the depths of consciousness. The familiar sound more than ten years ago sounded from the ears——

Boom!

Ding Dong.

Boom!

Ding Dong.

Boom!

……

The bullet shell fell on the ground at his feet, Jiang Ting took off his earmuffs, and suddenly heard someone ask behind him:

"Are you a student here?"

Jiang Ting turned his head, at the gate of the empty shooting range, a tall and thin old man was standing against the light, with his hands behind his back.

"...Yes."

"Ninety-seven rounds in seven meters, ninety-seven, the results are not bad."

"You praised..."

"But it's still bad breath."

Jiang Ting only treats this as a retired old man who wanders around from nowhere, he sighs, and doesn't refute it.

"Not convinced?" The old man seemed to see through his mind. "Tactical shooting is first with the heart, second with the brain, and finally with the eyes. Wind speed, distance, angle, heartbeat, breathing, these factors are in the sniper's The calculation must be perfect and uniform, otherwise the difference will be a thousand miles away. You pay too much attention to your eyes when you pull the trigger, but after you graduate with the team, which target will be fixed like a static target and let you hit it?"

Jiang Ting was packing up his backpack and preparing to leave. He shook his head helplessly when he heard the words: "But the grass-roots regulations have been changed, the old man, now the police dare not shoot!"

"Police dare not shoot, don't criminals dare not?"

I don't know why Jiang Ting's heart jumped, and he stopped subconsciously.

"There are always police types who want to face life and death directly. When you shoot with a police badge on your shoulders, the legal provisions and actual justice are under your trigger." The old man raised his finger to his left heart and tapped his temple: "Voice, Hand feeling, shooting instinct, sensory calculations... Snipers don’t rely on gnawing textbooks or static targets. Young man, you almost go back and practice more."

Jiang Ting turned around, and was startled at what he wanted to say. The old man nodded slightly at him, with a trace of imperceptible love on his solemn and thin face, then turned and walked out of the shooting range with his hands behind his back.

It was the midsummer of the OUHK campus many years ago, and the scorching sun outside the gate was brilliant and dazzling.

Yue Guangping's tall and straight back gradually drifted away, and finally disappeared in the glorious and prosperous years.

"Admit it, Jiang Ting." Wen Shao said regretfully, his entire face and half of his chest were soaked with blood, but his eyes still flashed with unrecognizable malicious pity: "Don't you dare ."

At this moment, Yan Xiu waved his palm and hit the arm that clamped his throat, twisting his left and right hands, click! Wen Shao didn't expect him to be so fierce, and his elbow made a crisp sound, suddenly bending at a terrible angle!

The sound of the ground was heavy and muffled, Yan Xiu kicked Wen Shao to fly back, desperately shouting: "Jiang Ting! Now!!"

Wen Shao staggered a few steps to stand firmly, a fierce color flashed under his eyes, and he staggered towards Yan Xiu!

Wind speed, distance, sound, heartbeat, breathing.

Jiang Ting gasped for a weak breath, and the wind sent every slightest movement in the world into his eardrums. Yan Xiu's heartbeat, Wen Shao's breathing, the vibration of the friction between the cloth and the air, the sound of soil being squeezed by the soles of the feet... The sound presses everything into a flat image, and then rotates and rises in the depths of the brain to form a solid projection.

Wen Shao volleyed towards Yan Xiu.

Jiang Ting raised the muzzle, and countless souls stretched out their hands from the void and pulled the trigger together with him——

Boom! !

The sound of the gun went through the forest, and Han Xiaomei's footsteps slammed, and she raised her head in astonishment.

Following her sight, passing through the heavy vegetation and dark night, by the river beach, bullets spun through the air, passed through Wen Shao's throat, and raised an arc of blood into the sky!

The sword is still at this moment, short and short, but it seems like a long tragedy has come to an end.

Wen Shao knelt on her knees, shaking for a few times, but finally there was no time, the dead body fell to the ground.

He is dead.

If you look at the corpse carefully, you will find that the position where the bullet passed through the throat is exactly the same as that of the village doctor who killed himself.

China and Burma, spanning thousands of miles, the bond of sin is broken.

Countless souls who have been crying for so many years are detached at this moment and rise to the sky.

"...Jiang Ting," Yan Xiu lost his voice: "Jiang Ting!"

Jiang stopped his hand and leaned back along the recoil as the gun fell to the ground.

Yan Yu staggered forward, his sharp roar changed: "Jiang Ting! Wake up, look at me! Look at me!!"

"Team Jiang, Team Yan——"

"Team Strict!"

"They are there! They are there!!!"

At the end of the river beach in the distance, the swaying spot of light quickly approached, and it was the search and rescue crew rushing here.

But Yan Xiu can't see or feel anything.

He held his entire world in his arms.

"..." Jiang Ting's lips moved, as if to say two words. Yan Xiu lowered his head with shaking, only to hear him repeat it again, saying: "It's great."

His fingertips slipped off Yan Xiu's tough side face, but he didn't feel anything anymore.

It's great.

Countless comrades in arms appeared in the air, with familiar and joyful smiles, and opened their arms to him. Jiang Ting also smiled, and walked towards the years where laughter and blood were intertwined with blood and tears, and the years of tiring feats and wars, turning around and looking back for the last time.

Yan Xi knelt on the ground, hugging his body, yelling something as hard as he could.

You are still alive, Jiang stopped thinking.

This is really good.