Chatper 157 (1/2)

Song Haoming cranked the accelerator of the off-road vehicle to the maximum, shifted it to fifth gear, smashed open the door, and sped away. The police seemed to have anticipated Song Haoming's intentions, and stopped a few excavators 50 meters outside the door. When Song Haoming rushed out, he bumped into the excavator head-on.

The front of the off-road vehicle was scrapped in an instant, and Song Haoming was also stuck inside and could not get out.

Song Haoming cursed, but his legs were firmly stuck by the deformed front of the car, and he was so painful that he broke out in sweat.

Seeing Song Haoming's car being hit and stopped, the policeman stepped forward with a gun and pointed at Song Haoming in the driver's cab.

"You don't have to do this, I can't run, my leg is stuck." Song Haoming looked at the policeman and pointed to his leg.

"Captain, Song Haoming's leg is stuck, do you want to get his leg out immediately?" A police officer asked his leader.

"Call the military doctor and bring the cutting machine. His leg was stuck by the deformed front of the car. We couldn't get his leg out." The captain checked Song Haoming's injuries, and then checked For a moment, Song Haoming's part was stuck.

Moving it a few times would only make Song Haoming feel more pain, but the iron sheet didn't move at all.

"Yes!" The police officer immediately contacted the doctor and the cutting machine.

"You have to hold on, this place is too remote, and it will take half an hour for them to come at the fastest." The captain was talking to Song Haoming, and Song Haoming's legs gradually lost feeling.

Half an hour later, the doctors arrived first. They checked Song Haoming's leg and shook their heads.

"It's so stuck, it's already crushed the muscle tissue to death, even if the cutting machine comes and cuts for a while, his leg will basically be useless." The doctor's words were heard and urged by Song Haoming. Deathstroke makes no difference.

"What are you talking about? My legs are useless, my legs are useless? No, no, you can save my legs, hurry up, what are you policemen doing, just look at me Lost legs? Song Haoming suddenly lost control of his emotions.

"Don't worry, we will definitely rescue you. It's just that you're stuck too deep and you can't move it." The policeman was still doing Song Haoming's ideological work.

"Not in a hurry? How can you not be in a hurry? Come and try, ah, ah, it hurts, it hurts to death." Song Haoming's last bit of consciousness is slowly disappearing.

"Here, here, the rescue team is here." A policeman pointed to a car coming from outside.

The car drove up to Song Haoming, and several policemen jumped out, holding tools in their hands, and cut the car that Song Haoming was driving.

Everyone was busy rescuing Song Haoming. Yin Yue wanted to come out in the room, but she was afraid of being involved, so she could only wait quietly in the room.

"Okay, hold on for a while, you can turn the front of the car away immediately." The captain stood behind Song Haoming, and he didn't dare to put down his gun. After all, Song Haoming was a fugitive.

When the small crane hoisted the front of the car, Song Haoming's legs were already unconscious, and his thighs were deformed and completely crushed.

The police carried Song Haoming out and sent him to the ambulance. Song Haoming squeezed his leg, but he didn't know the pain at all. The doctor

They are also shaking their heads.

Song Haoming was completely desperate at this time, he took out the gun he had been sitting under his buttocks and pointed it at a doctor.

"Say, is my leg useless? Completely useless?"

"There is little hope of a cure, but we will try our best." Although the doctor was pointed at the head with a gun, he was not frightened. He was also born in the army. With Song Haoming's current appearance, he is completely capable of dealing with it.

"Song Haoming, put down your gun, or we won't treat you politely!" The other policemen also pointed their guns at Song Haoming.

"You're welcome, are you being polite to me now? My legs, my legs are useless. I'm finished. I'm finished. If you catch me, what good will happen? It must be the death penalty, and before I die I will be amputated." Song Haoming said, a teardrop of regret dripped from his eyes.

As he spoke, he pointed the muzzle of the gun to his head: "You don't need to bother me so much, I will do it myself." After speaking, Song Haoming pulled the trigger with his hand, and with a "bang", blood burst into the car.

Song Haoming tilted his head, his body went limp, and he fell down. ended his life.

"The latest report from our station is that Song Haoming, the criminal who escaped from prison some time ago, has been arrested by our police. When he was trying to escape, he crashed into a blocked vehicle, resulting in the amputation of both legs. On the way to the hospital, he committed suicide."

The TV stations in City B broadcast this news in turn, and everyone who heard it had their own feelings.

When Ji Ge and the others heard this, they felt relieved. Song Haoming was already a desperado. If Zhou Tingyao hadn't tapped the tracker on his car this time, everyone would live in fear.