Chapter 195 Fate Is Playing Tricks on Me: My Father Is My Role Model in Life

After Qian Huan walked out of the ward, his heart was filled with a layer of haze.

"The second prison guard hides a terrible secret. This secret is so terrible that Guangming Group cut off the company in advance."

Qian Huan thought about it and was horrified. He must know that Guangming Group is a well-deserved giant in the ninth district. What kind of terrible secret must be there to make Guangming Group so cautious and prepared to find a scapegoat in advance.

Qian Huan felt that his throat was dry, and suddenly he felt that the position under the buttocks of the second prison warden was a huge tinderbox, and his three layers of thick explosion-proof glass could not contain it at all.

"The most terrifying thing is that I was forced to retreat by my mother and second uncle."

Qian Huan was so distraught that he stepped into the elevator with heavy steps. A sudden chill hit him and he couldn't help but shudder. There seemed to be an invisible dangerous atmosphere in the air.

He suddenly came to his senses and found that the elevator door had quietly closed.

In desperation, his eyes slowly swept over the three passengers in the elevator, trying to find the source of the sense of danger that made him uneasy.

A handsome-looking young man with a strange badge embroidered on his collar answered the phone with a gloomy expression, exuding the aura of keeping strangers away from him.

A female high school student in school uniform, with a sweet appearance, but an expressionless face, with a hint of unnaturalness in her facial features that he couldn't even describe.

There was also a doctor wearing a white coat and a mask. His eyes were covered by fine hair. He looked normal, but he exuded a faint smell of gunpowder smoke.

The young man was touching the badge on his collar habitually with his index finger, and said grimly into the phone: "Okay, okay, the dogs kept underneath, together they dare to show their teeth to their owners, right?"

Qian Huan pricked up his ears, trying to catch the subtle voice coming from the other end of the phone: "I'm sorry, Commissioner, but it is my duty to follow Secretary Du's instructions. Please understand."

At the same time, the female high school student in school uniform lowered her head and focused on the screen of her mobile phone, her fingertips lightly jumping on the keyboard, typing a line of words——

"I am staying with my father in the hospital now and will return to school in the afternoon. I will be back in time and will not miss the martial arts competition."

Qian Huan's eyes inadvertently glanced at her mobile phone screen, and then quickly looked back.

The last doctor in a white coat stood in the corner of the elevator, quietly seeming to be in a daze.

Qian Huan glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and quickly looked away.

"I can't even determine which one of them this sense of danger comes from? Is it because the small space of the elevator confuses me, or..."

Qian Huan's heart tightened suddenly, and a chill rose up his spine. He couldn't help but wonder,

"Is there something wrong with my sense of danger? It's not like all three people in the elevator might pose a danger to me, right?"

Ding - the elevator door opens slowly.

Qian Huan stepped out of the elevator in a hurry, but the three people behind him did not follow him. It wasn't until the elevator door closed again that the inexplicable sense of danger gradually dissipated from his heart.

Ding, next floor, the elevator door slowly opens again.

The special correspondent walked out of the elevator quickly with a gloomy face and strode towards Feng Ju's ward.

Feng Yuhuai put away her cell phone unhurriedly. When the elevator door was about to close, she reached out to stop it. Then she walked out of the elevator and bought a bottle of drink from the self-service machine in the corridor.

She easily unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip, and then slowly walked towards the door of Feng Ju's ward, her steps light, and finally stopped at the door.

In the ward, Feng Ju hurriedly stood up from the bed. He looked at the commissioner who walked in in surprise, looking a little uneasy.

He didn't understand why the special commissioner would condescend to come personally to visit a cripple like him who had lost all abilities.

"Special Commissioner, why are you here?" Feng Ju asked cautiously.

There was still a gloom on the commissioner's face, and his eyes were as cold as ice. He casually glanced at Feng Ju's empty left sleeve, and his tone was as calm as water: "I heard that you are going to be discharged from the hospital today, so I came here to check on you. you."

Although Feng Ju didn't believe that the commissioner's trip was out of concern, he still pretended to be grateful: "Thanks to the commissioner for taking time out of his busy schedule to visit, but I can no longer serve the commissioner, and I really feel sad in my heart. Guilt.”

The special commissioner looked at Feng Ju deeply, his eyes were intriguing, and he asked: "I heard that you applied to the bureau, hoping to be transferred to a logistics civilian position?"

A wry smile appeared on Feng Ju's lips and he replied: "Yes, although I can no longer hold a gun, I can still hold a pen competently."

The commissioner didn't go around too much. He asked directly: "You still want to get a gun?"

Feng Ju was stunned for a moment, an unbelievable attack flashed in his eyes, and his breathing suddenly became rapid. After a long while, he squeezed out one word from between his teeth: "Think!"

The corners of the commissioner's mouth raised slightly, outlining an indifferent arc, and his voice was low and full of chill:

"I can give you a chance to pick up the gun again. But you have to know that once you pick up that gun again, you will never put it down again. You'd better think clearly before answering my question."

Feng Ju gritted his teeth and swallowed. He was not an idiot, so he understood the meaning of the commissioner's words. However, he did not hesitate at all. He did not want to be a cripple for the rest of his life, and he was willing to bear the responsibility for this. At any cost.

He replied without thinking: "I understand. I am willing to be the gun in your hand as the special commissioner. I will shoot wherever you point me and never retreat unless I die."

Feng Ju was telling the truth at this moment, but at this time he never imagined that the price might include far more than just himself.

The special correspondent patted Feng Ju on the shoulder with satisfaction, and raised a smile of appreciation at the corner of his mouth: "Feng Ju, do you know what I admire most about you?"

Before Feng Ju could speak, the special correspondent revealed the answer on his own: "What I admire most is your courage to move forward without fear of life and death. Unlike some people who are always hesitant and timid. What can a person like that become? "

Feng Ju took a deep breath and his eyes were as firm as iron: "I only have this worthless life left now. When I do something, I will naturally risk my life to fight for it."

The special correspondent laughed loudly: "Okay! Then don't be in a hurry to leave the hospital. I will arrange for the director to install the most advanced mechanical prosthesis for you as soon as possible. After you recover, you will lead the old brothers in your patrol room to help me." Mask] was arrested and brought to justice.”

Feng Ju's eyes shone with determination. When he heard the word "[Mask]", his breathing became more rapid, and his tone revealed a kind of hatred and determination that was difficult to conceal.

He said firmly: "I promise to complete the task and live up to your high expectations."

The special correspondent promised without hesitation: "If you take care of this matter, I promise to send you to the position you dream of."

After the special correspondent finished speaking, he suddenly turned to the door and said, "Who is outside?"

The door was gently pushed open, and Feng Yuhuai walked in from the outside. His face was slightly nervous and stiff, his voice was soft, and his speaking speed was slower than usual:

"Dad, Mom said you will be discharged from the hospital today. I asked for leave from the school to pick you up from the hospital."

Feng Ju smiled and nodded at Feng Yuhuai, and then said to the special correspondent: "Special correspondent, this is my daughter Feng Yuhuai, who is studying in high school."

The special correspondent glanced at Feng Yuhuai and recognized that she was the female high school student who was riding in the same elevator as him. He did not think too much, but assumed a leader's posture and said with a smile: "Your father will not be discharged from the hospital today. , have to wait two more days.”

The special correspondent turned around and was about to leave. The moment he passed by Feng Yuhuai, he suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at Feng Yuhuai again, and said with a smile:

"Your father is a rare talent. You should learn more from him so that you can overcome obstacles and have a bright future on your way to growth."

Feng Yuhuai lowered his head slightly and replied firmly in a small but firm voice: "Thank you for your teaching. I have always regarded my father as a role model in my life."