The Zhang Qing family's problems go beyond this.

"He was hit by a grenade?"

"What is going on? How could it happen like this?"

"Pingtao, tell me the truth, can my brother survive?"

"This...this...what should I do? What should I do?"

With a helpless expression on his face, he slowly sat down on the chair against the wall. There were no answers to these questions, and no one answered them. Zhang Qing lowered his head and stared blankly at the ground between his feet.

He put his elbows on his knees, raised his hands, covered his face, and let out a low cry under the cover of no one's sight.

Zhang Guangbei is here.

State leaders also came.

The sky outside the window gradually becomes clearer.

The closed door of the operating room was pushed open from inside, and the doctor came out with a tired look on his face.

His tone was heavy: "I'm sorry, we have tried our best."

At this moment, the doctor suddenly hated this profession. Although he was used to life and death, this time was different... He knew that the corpse lying on the cold bed in the operating room was not an ordinary person, but a part of the Great Wall of flesh and blood, a real piece of flesh.

of bricks.

Hu Pingtao closed his eyes and let out a long, silent sigh deep in his heart.

Zhang Guangbei's old face seemed to have a few wrinkles, and his eyes became increasingly cloudy.

Hu Pingtao raised his hand and took off his helmet, put his feet together and stood silently facing the operating room.

Beside and behind are all the police officers involved in the operation.

It's so quiet that you can hear a pin drop.

Suddenly, Zhang Qing's family erupted into howling like a wounded beast.

"Brother! Don't die..."

"Brother, come back!"

"What will I do if you leave...and the third and fourth children, as well as your wife and baby...Brother, come back!"

He cried so hard that he couldn't breathe and rushed to the operating room frantically.

Hu Pingtao and several others quickly stopped him and held him tightly.

Zhang Guangbei felt that his throat was blocked, and he seemed to have a lot to say, but he didn't know what to say for a moment. He just watched four or five people restraining the Zhang Qing family like iron hoops, making it impossible to break free, and then left.

He stepped forward, raised his hand to hold his shoulders, tried his best to control his emotions and said, "Calm down, don't be so impulsive... This is a hospital."

The four brothers of the Zhang family all respected Zhang Guangbei. He was senior and was his father's colleague. Although his heart was filled with grief, the Zhang Qing family was persuaded to stop struggling. He straightened his neck desperately and made a hoarse voice from the depths of his throat: "

He used to be my father, but now he is my brother...the old webmaster, I...I...my brother still has two dolls, and he still has two dolls!"

Zhang Qingbao has two sons who are in junior high school: Zhang Guangkun and Zhang Guangpeng.

Zhang Guangbei let out an old and sad sigh. He held Zhang Qingjia's shoulders with both hands, as if it was a treasure that might be broken accidentally, but his eyes looked at Hu Pingtao, who was standing diagonally and holding Zhang Qingjia's arm hard.

"Take him back...back to the station."

These few simple words seemed to have exhausted all the energy in Zhang Guangbei's body, so that the words that followed were extremely low and dim.

Hu Pingtao understood the meaning of his words.

Last night's operation mobilized more than half of the people at the border inspection station. Unlike other places, Xiluo is an important border port, with a large number of people entering and exiting the checkpoint every day. It also involves customs declaration and inspection of various goods. Now it is temporarily

The extra mission has been completed. The captured drug traffickers were handed over to the border police station for processing, and the seized drugs were inspected by the special working group of the provincial department.

This is just part of the daily routine.

The case is serious, and Zhang Guangbei, as the head of the checkpoint, must participate in the follow-up work. Although there are several other deputy station chiefs in the unit, the burdens on their shoulders are also heavy.

Now that Zhang Qingbao has been sent to the hospital, no matter what the rescue result is, Hu Pingtao and others must return to the border inspection station as soon as possible. If there are problems with daily work due to lack of manpower, it will not be worth the loss.

Also... Zhang Qing's family was very emotional. Although he was a family member of the deceased, no one could guarantee whether he would do anything drastic if he stayed in the hospital.

After all considerations, let him go back to the border inspection station first.

Zhang Guangbei took a step forward and looked at Zhang Qing's family who was in tears and choked with mixed emotions: "Go back, I have notified Guilan. She will bring her children over at noon to see your brother for the last time."

Hu Pingtao winked at Li Tong quickly, and the two of them took Zhang Qing's arms respectively, dragged and carried him, and walked out with him who had completely lost the ability to move.

After going downstairs and getting in the car, Li Tong got into the driver's cab, and Hu Pingtao sat behind to accompany Zhang Qing's family. He couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in his heart.

…

When we returned to the border checkpoint, it was already afternoon.

After talking to Liu Dong, Hu Pingtao arranged for Zhang Qing's family to return to the dormitory, ordered the police officer on duty to watch him, and asked the canteen to cook a bowl of noodles and send it over. Then he changed into uniforms and equipment and went to the checkpoint to change his guard.

Everyone wants to go to bed early, but the shift schedule is fixed. Once in a while, an exception may become the norm.

As the deputy webmaster, I must not make such a start.

…

Two days later, Zhang Guangbei came back, along with a middle-aged woman and two boys.

They all wear black armbands.

Zhang Guangbei called Hu Pingtao to the office and introduced: "This is Qingbao's daughter-in-law Chen Guilan, and these two are Qingbao's sons, Guangkun and Guangpeng."

"This is Hu Pingtao. Qingbao was in the same group as Pingtao that night. He was the one who carried Qingbao down from the mountain and sent him to the hospital."

Chen Guilan is in her forties. She has jet black hair, dark and rosy skin, and a strong body. Her hands have thick joints. She should be busy with farm work, and her nails are a little dark.

"Thank you! My colleagues at Qingbao are all good people." Chen Guilan is not good at expressing her feelings in words, but she is very down-to-earth and keeps thanking her.

Hu Pingtao didn't know what to say for a moment. After holding it in for a few seconds, he finally controlled his emotions and said in as calm a tone as possible: "... Qingbao is a good man, we... we usually get together to eat together.

.”

At this time, he should have said some comforting words, but Hu Pingtao knew very well that if he really said this, it would most likely backfire. He took a deep breath and turned his attention to the two boys who were about the same height as Chen Guilan.

"What day of junior high school are you on?" He looked at them.

Both children had crew cuts, were dressed plainly, and were very clean. Zhang Guangkun was the older brother, and he answered in a loud voice: "Second grade."

"How are the results?" Hu Pingtao tried his best to squeeze out a smile.

Zhang Guangpeng said: "The top ten in grade are no problem."

"Not bad! Keep up the good work!" Hu Pingtao patted him on the shoulder encouragingly, with a lot of gentleness in his eyes that even he could hardly detect: "If you need anything, or if you encounter problems in your studies, just come to me.

Or...you can make a phone call."

He then added: "Especially in foreign languages ​​and mathematics."

Yesterday, the station made a donation for Zhang Qingbao, which was limited to leaders above the deputy station director.

Hu Pingtao donated two thousand.

He can actually donate more, tens of thousands of dollars is not a problem.

Liao Qiu once taught him some common sense about donations. However, that time was different from now. Zhang Qingbao was a colleague, a comrade-in-arms, and a brother.

Hu Pingtao felt that the concern for Zhang Qingbao's widow and children should be reflected in other aspects, especially the care of daily life and the future of the two children.

Zhang Guangkun and Zhang Guangpeng were very sensible. They nodded in unison: "Thank you, uncle."

Hu Pingtao knelt down, looked at the two pairs of clear and bright eyes, held their hands respectively, and said seriously: "Study hard and get into the best university. Remember, your father... is a hero."

Zhang Guangkun has a strong ability to control his emotions. He answered like an adult: "I want to enter the police academy and become a policeman like my dad."

Zhang Guangpeng added next to him: "Me too."

Hu Pingtao burst into tears immediately.

He couldn't control it anymore. He felt that all the blood in his body rushed into his brain, and the bits and pieces of what happened that night were flashing in front of his eyes. The clothes on his shoulders and back seemed to be wet, soaked with Zhang Qingbao's blood.

Hot and sticky.

He didn't pay any attention to when Chen Guilan and the two children left. His mind was confused. It wasn't until Zhang Guangbei sent the people out and then came back that Hu Pingtao asked sadly: "... left?"

Zhang Guangbei nodded, walked to the opposite side of the desk and sat down.

Hu Pingtao wiped it hard on his face and emphasized: "Webmaster, Qingbao should judge martyrs."

Zhang Guangbei's voice was low: "The report has been handed in. There are no problems with the state and provincial departments. It is expected that it will be approved soon. This mission... was indeed very fruitful. Four drug dealers were caught and three died.

One, more than a ton of heroin and ephedrine were seized. How dare these guys do it! Two jeeps transported drugs on a large scale, and they didn't even take us seriously."

"According to their plan, the two cars went one behind the other. The one in front was responsible for testing. There was no cargo in the car. On the pretext of going to Lin Cang to do business, he just brought a few boxes of beef belly fruit to hide it from others. But these guys didn't know what to think.

Yes, the two people in the car in front were carrying guns and grenades. During the interrogation, they were asked why they did this, and they were told that it was "to embolden their courage."

Hu Pingtao's face was as dark as water: "If weapons had not been found on them at that time, it might be very possible for them to get away with it."

"To put it bluntly, this is a matter of psychological quality." Zhang Guangbei said: "These people have been selling drugs all year round and smuggling drugs in batches from abroad. In order to make a fortune, they are really desperate..."

Hu Pingtao interrupted him: "Stationmaster, why don't they transport the drugs in batches? They must choose this centralized transportation method?"
To be continued...