Chapter 5037
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His comrades in arms died, while the prisoner was still laughing. He was angry with him. He kicked the prisoner who was still screaming, "zacuomu, you want to die!"
Directly kick to the injured leg of the recidivist, kick to the fall of the recidivist, because his hands are handcuffed to death, unable to land, his hands lift the whole man half hung.
This is a felony with human life on his hands. Even if he screams because of pain, he can't cover up the cruelty in his eyes.
He saw the policeman lying in front of him in a pool of blood. Suddenly he grinned cruelly, "dead? Really dead? Good death! Good death! I want to take us back. Hahaha, he doesn't have that life... "
The policeman in custody showed his ruthless strength. His red eyes raised his feet again and kicked him to the chest of the prisoner. "Shut up!"
When he was kicked to the fork, the heavy prisoner who broke out a sharp cough coughed heavily and laughed crazily at the same time, "ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha, he has no life! He didn't have that life! "
In exchange for a burst of blow, hit him to spit out a mouthful of blood, pain to fainting before the sound.
When the prisoner fainted, Dorje rushed to the front row and took off the camouflage coat on the face of his colleague and the eldest brother of the Institute, Gotha yangciwang.
Ye Jian helped up and sat down dayangciwang in the oblique reversing, fastened him with a safety belt to prevent him from sacrificing himself. Before he was rigid, he fell down again, and covered his face with camouflage clothes without sleeves to show his respect for the dead.
The camouflage suit was taken away. Doggie saw that the elder brother who had left was pressing his right hand against his chest. His face was a little painful. He was so tired that his eyes were filled with blood in the vitreous. His lips were very abnormal blue and purple. Because his body was not stiff, his lips did not turn white, but his face was gray and lead.
Ye Jian, whose hands were bloodstained with blood, took a look and then took back her sight. The fallen policeman should be Sudden death, correctly speaking, is caused by overwork.
The car had started, the police pulled up the siren, and let the car in front of them avoid, all the way to the nearest hospital at the fastest speed.
Ye Jian, whose hands are stained with blood, has been tightening her Qi and blood. ADA, the policeman, whose lips are becoming more and more white, said, "hold on, we are driving to the hospital now, hold on."
ADA, the police officer, should know that his time is running out. He pulled the corner of his mouth hard. He wanted to smile at Ye Jian and express his gratitude.
"No thanks, I should." Ye Jane understood what he wanted to express, and then she bent her lips again, with a reassuring smile, "nothing will happen, nothing will happen."
Doggie, the policeman who pressed his grief tightly, covered the camouflage coat on the face of the eldest brother, Gotha yangciwang again. He wanted to take off his police uniform coat, but he was afraid that ADA, the colleague whose life and death were unknown, knew that the eldest brother had left, and the emotion caused the uncertainty, so he used Ye Jian's coat again.
Zacuomu, a heavy prisoner, faints and climbs to his colleague ADA under the pressure of sadness. This is a seven seat business car not used to escort prisoners. It's a temporary loan from them in the hospital. The police and heavy prisoners share a space, so that the escaped heavy prisoners have a chance to start.
Doggie grabbed ADA's cold fingers and said, "ADA, ADA, hold on. You'll be OK. You'll be OK."
It's not Mandarin, it's Tibetan.
ADA, the policeman, smiled. He couldn't hold on. Although he was reluctant to give up, he wanted to live well and look at the sun tomorrow, but he knew he couldn't make it.
He knew that he did not have the strength to hold Dorje's hands. He knew that he was going to die.
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His comrades in arms died, while the prisoner was still laughing. He was angry with him. He kicked the prisoner who was still screaming, "zacuomu, you want to die!"
Directly kick to the injured leg of the recidivist, kick to the fall of the recidivist, because his hands are handcuffed to death, unable to land, his hands lift the whole man half hung.
This is a felony with human life on his hands. Even if he screams because of pain, he can't cover up the cruelty in his eyes.
He saw the policeman lying in front of him in a pool of blood. Suddenly he grinned cruelly, "dead? Really dead? Good death! Good death! I want to take us back. Hahaha, he doesn't have that life... "
The policeman in custody showed his ruthless strength. His red eyes raised his feet again and kicked him to the chest of the prisoner. "Shut up!"
When he was kicked to the fork, the heavy prisoner who broke out a sharp cough coughed heavily and laughed crazily at the same time, "ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha, he has no life! He didn't have that life! "
In exchange for a burst of blow, hit him to spit out a mouthful of blood, pain to fainting before the sound.
When the prisoner fainted, Dorje rushed to the front row and took off the camouflage coat on the face of his colleague and the eldest brother of the Institute, Gotha yangciwang.
Ye Jian helped up and sat down dayangciwang in the oblique reversing, fastened him with a safety belt to prevent him from sacrificing himself. Before he was rigid, he fell down again, and covered his face with camouflage clothes without sleeves to show his respect for the dead.
The camouflage suit was taken away. Doggie saw that the elder brother who had left was pressing his right hand against his chest. His face was a little painful. He was so tired that his eyes were filled with blood in the vitreous. His lips were very abnormal blue and purple. Because his body was not stiff, his lips did not turn white, but his face was gray and lead.
Ye Jian, whose hands were bloodstained with blood, took a look and then took back her sight. The fallen policeman should be Sudden death, correctly speaking, is caused by overwork.
The car had started, the police pulled up the siren, and let the car in front of them avoid, all the way to the nearest hospital at the fastest speed.
Ye Jian, whose hands are stained with blood, has been tightening her Qi and blood. ADA, the policeman, whose lips are becoming more and more white, said, "hold on, we are driving to the hospital now, hold on."
ADA, the police officer, should know that his time is running out. He pulled the corner of his mouth hard. He wanted to smile at Ye Jian and express his gratitude.
"No thanks, I should." Ye Jane understood what he wanted to express, and then she bent her lips again, with a reassuring smile, "nothing will happen, nothing will happen."
Doggie, the policeman who pressed his grief tightly, covered the camouflage coat on the face of the eldest brother, Gotha yangciwang again. He wanted to take off his police uniform coat, but he was afraid that ADA, the colleague whose life and death were unknown, knew that the eldest brother had left, and the emotion caused the uncertainty, so he used Ye Jian's coat again.
Zacuomu, a heavy prisoner, faints and climbs to his colleague ADA under the pressure of sadness. This is a seven seat business car not used to escort prisoners. It's a temporary loan from them in the hospital. The police and heavy prisoners share a space, so that the escaped heavy prisoners have a chance to start.
Doggie grabbed ADA's cold fingers and said, "ADA, ADA, hold on. You'll be OK. You'll be OK."
It's not Mandarin, it's Tibetan.
ADA, the policeman, smiled. He couldn't hold on. Although he was reluctant to give up, he wanted to live well and look at the sun tomorrow, but he knew he couldn't make it.
He knew that he did not have the strength to hold Dorje's hands. He knew that he was going to die.
His comrades in arms died, while the prisoner was still laughing. He was angry with him. He kicked the prisoner who was still screaming, "zacuomu, you want to die!" Directly kick to the injured leg of the recidivist, kick to the fall of the recidivist, because his hands are handcuffed to death, unable to land, his hands lift the whole man half hung. This is a felony with human life on his hands. Even if he screams because of pain, he can't cover up the cruelty in his eyes. He saw the policeman lying in front of him in a pool of blood. Suddenly he grinned cruelly, "dead? Really dead? Good death! Good death! I want to take us back. Hahaha, he doesn't have that life... " The policeman in custody showed his ruthless strength. His red eyes raised his feet again and kicked him to the chest of the prisoner. "Shut up!" When he was kicked to the fork, the heavy prisoner who broke out a sharp cough coughed heavily and laughed crazily at the same time, "ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha, he has no life! He didn't have that life! " In exchange for a burst of blow, hit him to spit out a mouthful of blood, pain to fainting before the sound. When the prisoner fainted, Dorje rushed to the front row and took off the camouflage coat on the face of his colleague and the eldest brother of the Institute, Gotha yangciwang. Ye Jian helped up and sat down dayangciwang in the oblique reversing, fastened him with a safety belt to prevent him from sacrificing himself. Before he was rigid, he fell down again, and covered his face with camouflage clothes without sleeves to show his respect for the dead. The camouflage suit was taken away. Doggie saw that the elder brother who had left was pressing his right hand against his chest. His face was a little painful. He was so tired that his eyes were filled with blood in the vitreous. His lips were very abnormal blue and purple. Because his body was not stiff, his lips did not turn white, but his face was gray and lead. Ye Jian, whose hands were bloodstained with blood, took a look and then took back her sight. The fallen policeman should be Sudden death, correctly speaking, is caused by overwork. The car had started, the police pulled up the siren, and let the car in front of them avoid, all the way to the nearest hospital at the fastest speed. Ye Jian, whose hands are stained with blood, has been tightening her Qi and blood. ADA, the policeman, whose lips are becoming more and more white, said, "hold on, we are driving to the hospital now, hold on." ADA, the police officer, should know that his time is running out. He pulled the corner of his mouth hard. He wanted to smile at Ye Jian and express his gratitude. "No thanks, I should." Ye Jane understood what he wanted to express, and then she bent her lips again, with a reassuring smile, "nothing will happen, nothing will happen." Doggie, the policeman who pressed his grief tightly, covered the camouflage coat on the face of the eldest brother, Gotha yangciwang again. He wanted to take off his police uniform coat, but he was afraid that ADA, the colleague whose life and death were unknown, knew that the eldest brother had left, and the emotion caused the uncertainty, so he used Ye Jian's coat again. Zacuomu, a heavy prisoner, faints and climbs to his colleague ADA under the pressure of sadness. This is a seven seat business car not used to escort prisoners. It's a temporary loan from them in the hospital. The police and heavy prisoners share a space, so that the escaped heavy prisoners have a chance to start. Doggie grabbed ADA's cold fingers and said, "ADA, ADA, hold on. You'll be OK. You'll be OK." It's not Mandarin, it's Tibetan. ADA, the policeman, smiled. He couldn't hold on. Although he was reluctant to give up, he wanted to live well and look at the sun tomorrow, but he knew he couldn't make it. He knew that he did not have the strength to hold Dorje's hands. He knew that he was going to die.
