Chapter Forty-Five The First Radiant Image

  The woman, wearing clothes and with her hair loose, simply tidied up her clothes, picked up the leather bag that the hijacker had put aside to prepare for a live recording, inside which was hidden a miniature camera. She hadn't forgotten her profession, and without regard for anything, she chased after Zhang Shidong - this cold-blooded human machine would become the most sensational news material.

  Lin Ziqiang and others went upstairs after confirming that there were no more thugs, as the leader of the government side, Kong Xuedong was quiet at this time. Zhao Mei Ru, as a woman, took the initiative to stand out and would represent the government to comfort several citizens who were frightened and had some superficial injuries on the upper floor and had not come down yet.

  Apart from the three live captures, all the thugs were killed instantly with a shot to the forehead. From Zhang Shidong entering the Dongfang Department Store to his announcement on the intercom that everything was over, it took less than five minutes. One man, facing eighteen armed thugs and two hidden ones, emerged victorious. From the moment he launched the attack, the obstacles and pressure brought by the hostages seemed non-existent in his eyes. He perfectly controlled the scene, eliminated the enemy, and successfully rescued the hostages with an overwhelming force that ordinary people could hardly understand.

  Zhang Shidong walked downstairs, patted his belly and then patted his pocket, gazing at the Q7 parked in the crowd. Scratching his head, he walked into a small eatery in the alley.

  "Boss, a bowl of cold noodles, ten big meat skewers, and a bottle of iced beer."

  No money, phone in the car, can sit down and eat so leisurely, it's a rare thing.

  Who would have thought that the man sitting there, eating a meat skewer and drinking beer from a bottle, had just killed more than a dozen people a few minutes ago. He should be welcoming countless reporters for interviews and becoming a new generation of national hero, but instead he sits here like an ordinary citizen, listening to others talk about the miracle that just happened.

  A whiff of sweat and an irresistible body fragrance wafted by, the woman carrying a bag and still wearing the armed police uniform, wiped away the bloodstains on her face, tidied up her disheveled long hair, and sat down across from Zhang Shidong.

  "Who are you?"

  Her voice can also add points to a woman's overall appearance, and her sweet and gentle voice complements the beautiful woman in front of her, making her look more elegant. Although she looks a bit tired at this moment, it doesn't affect her strong professional aura at all. Her serious and stern expression adds to her beauty. Her coldness is the extreme of her beauty, but also the biggest flaw on her body. In the business world, when she was scared and struggled to lose her calm, she destroyed her overall beauty. It can be said that this is a beautiful smile or a serious and rigorous expression, once she cries or has a negative expression, she will fall from an angel to a mortal.

  "I'm telling you, reporters are the most troublesome. If you don't want me to throw you out, it's best if you have a little less curiosity. If you're grateful, then invite me to dinner and drive my car over. On the condition that you don't want me to smash your camera." Zhang Shidong pointed at her bag on the table and continued eating his delicious spicy cold noodles.

  "I'm a journalist, I have the right to know. Who are you and why are you treating hostages with such cold blood? Have you considered the consequences if your actions fail to provoke the perpetrator or if you accidentally harm the hostages while recklessly opening fire? When the situation is already under control, why do you open fire to intimidate the hostages and prevent them from escaping quickly? Are you not ashamed of being so reckless with human lives?"

  "Is anyone hurt?"

  The girl shook her head.

  "If I don't do this, what if they get the detonator back and it explodes?"

  The woman furrowed her brow, deep in thought for a long time: "Perhaps it's a matter of values and outlook on life. Habitual thinking has limited our true judgment. I admit, your way is the best, on the premise that you can fully control this level of combat. Thank you, you saved me, Ai Ai."

  Zhang Shidong couldn't help but look at her with new eyes. A girl, regardless of any external factors, who can openly reflect on her own mistakes without hesitation, at the very least, is worthy of a handshake.

  Ai Ai took out the camera from her bag and turned it off, smiling helplessly: "I think there must be an explanation for this matter, and this video in my hand will definitely not be allowed to air."

  Zhang Shidong smiled and lit a cigarette: "Are you indirectly boasting that you are different from others?"

  Ai waved at the plump boss and ordered a bottle of chilled beer, cold noodles and meat skewers. The surface of the beer was covered with water droplets, Ai naturally grasped the bottle and raised it to Zhang Shidong: "Cheers."

  Zhang Shidong raised his bottle and clinked it with hers: "Zhang Shidong. The police officer who was held hostage is my father."

  Ai Ai, after taking a sip of wine, hastily walked out and soon drove the Q7 over. With a refreshing smile, she stretched out her hand to Zhang Shi Dong again: "I think we'll meet again."

  Elegant, natural, dignified, and refined.

  Ai's very generous personality made Zhang Shidong feel extremely comfortable, without any of the arrogance and pretentiousness of a young woman. She was straightforward and refreshing, completely at odds with her elegant and refined demeanor, which only served to make her all the more precious.

  They exchanged phone numbers, and Ai Ai said that when she got back, she would review the contents of the camera and edit Zhang Shidong's heroic appearance, letting those girls take a good look at what true Chinese-made products are, instead of always talking about green berets and taekwondo.

  After Zhang Shidong drove away, Ai Ai's eyes, which had been hiding her true feelings, radiated a pure and intense desire, an attraction to the opposite sex. Why do people say that the white knight and hero rescuing the beauty are the most clichéd yet effective ways? It's because women can't shake off their inner heroic complex, always hoping that the man they admire is a great hero who stands tall and proud.

  The scene of raising the gun and exploding her head, can no longer be erased from Ai's heart. Drinking beer and watching the replay in the miniature camera, Ai only feels her heartbeat speeding up, a subtle physiological reaction that only occurs when she is alone at midnight, sweeping her whole body. Ai didn't notice at all, but at this moment, the strong magnetic field emitted from her body made several men at the next table, who were discussing the scene that had just occurred in the Dongfang Department Store, look at her with mesmerized eyes.

  A sudden flurry of footsteps sounded, and several men dressed as government officials rushed in. Seeing Ai, they let out a collective sigh of relief: "Ai reporter, are you okay? Premier Liu was just asking about you..."

  Ai Ai flicked her hair, exuding an air of elegance, and upon seeing the elderly man walking in from outside, she immediately stood up: "Uncle Liu..."

  "Xiao Ai, your Uncle Liu didn't take good care of you. He just made a special phone call to your dad to confess his mistake."

  "Uncle Liu, I understand. Apart from the videos that have already been uploaded, I will inform the Propaganda Department of Beihai Province through formal channels about any subsequent scripts and videos."

  Watching the Huaxia version of Spider-Man videos uploaded by many people on her phone, Ai's eyes were dazed and she pressed the phone to her chest.

  ……………

  Inside the building, Lin Ziqiang tightly grasped Zhang Jun's hand: "I'm sorry to have startled you, Director Zhang."

  Zhang Jun shook his head: "Saying I'm not afraid is fake, but who made me wear this uniform? At that critical moment, I didn't come forward. Who knows what these guys will do?"

  Lin Ziqiang shook Zhang Jun's hand heavily: "Old Zhang, go back and rest well, there is more important work waiting for you."

  Zhang Jun was the first official to take responsibility after the thugs controlled the mall, and he exchanged his own safety for the temporary calm of the thugs and several pregnant women who were shopping with big bellies. Under Zhao Mei's indication and arrangement, the leaders shook hands with Zhang Jun one by one according to their level, and dozens of media recorded this scene with flashlights. In such a major event, Zhang Jun, as a representative of the police, appeared in front of the public with an extremely glorious image.

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