"What happened to you people? I was only gone for a little while. Why does this place look like there was just a shootout?"
When Yang Jian returned to the building, he saw Zhang Hua lying on the floor, bleeding heavily. His breathing was rapid, and his face was pale.
Pools of blood remained beside the vault door. The door that had been opened with such difficulty had been forcibly shut again, seemingly deliberately barricaded.
"There are two Pauls inside. The moment we opened the door, they started shooting. Captain Zhang was hit because he wasn't careful. Luckily, the other officers reacted quickly and shut the door right away. An ambulance has been called, and we've requested backup too," someone nearby said, still shaken.
He was a desk officer and could not handle this kind of criminal case.
Yang Jian's face darkened. "How many people were hurt?"
"Not many. Only the person at the front was hit twice," someone said.
Yang Jian walked over, crouched beside Zhang Hua, and examined him. "With this amount of blood loss, you probably won't last until the ambulance arrives."
"S-sorry for causing you trouble." Zhang Hua forced a smile onto his pale face. "If I die, a third person will replace me and work with you. It w-won't affect you. Nothing can go wrong. I'll leave the people inside to you. You don't need approval. You can shoot them on sight."
"No rush. I'll deal with them in a moment. But if you die like this, people will definitely blame me. It would be bad for my reputation if word got out. I'll operate on you first and save you before we talk about anything else."
Yang Jian gestured for the person pressing on the wound to move aside.
"If we don't hold the