A carefree soldier king in the city

Chapter 541 Doom

He Shulin and Liao Qingshan paced back and forth in the room, while Su Wenlong and Chu Aiguo sat on the edge of the bed. All four of them looked anxious and tense.

"Hey, you two, can you stop hovering around in front of me all the time? You don't get dizzy, but I do." Su Wenlong was a bit impatient, and his words came out in a bad mood. He was already in a bad mood, and seeing the two of them hovering in front of him made him even angrier.

"Do you think we want this?" He Shulin was in no better mood, equally anxious. "Tell me, what time is it? Why haven't Lao Tang and the others arrived yet? It's driving us crazy!"

"Alright, alright," Chu Aiguo said irritably, "What time is it, and you two are still bickering here?"

“Old Chu,” Liao Qingshan said, “call Old Tang and ask when they’ll be here. They’re all so anxious.”

"Stop fighting, we're here."

As soon as Liao Qingshan finished speaking, Tang Guoqiang's voice rang out from outside the door. Then the door opened, and Tang Guoqiang and Chief Murong walked in, looking travel-worn.

"Old Tang, you've finally arrived! We were so worried!" Su Wenlong quickly stood up and said, his tense and anxious mood seemingly easing a little, just like the other three.

"Hey you guys," the old commander asked, "what's gotten into you that you called us here so urgently?"

Chu Aiguo quickly took an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to Old Tang, who was closest to him, saying, "Old Tang, take a look first!"

Tang Guoqiang took the envelope, opened it, took out a document inside, and looked at it. His brows furrowed tightly.

The old leader sensed something was wrong and quickly asked, "Old Tang, what's the matter?"

Tang Guoqiang didn't answer, but handed the document directly to the old leader. After reading it, the old leader was furious: "Damn it, who did this? I'll kill him!"

Su Wenlong gave a wry smile and said, "The police are already conducting a secret investigation, but they haven't found out who did it yet."

"Sigh..." He Shulin sighed deeply, then said with a sorrowful expression, "Wu Siling was an important leader in our HX. He had just taken office when he tragically died in his own home. Even Wu Siling's wife was killed. It's truly heartbreaking!"

Yes, Wu Siling was transferred from a military district in City B to a military district in Province G last week, where he was originally the deputy commander. However, he was tragically killed in his own home, which was burned to ashes. The bodies of the couple were also burned beyond recognition. This makes people think!

"When did this happen?" the old commander asked angrily, unable to contain his anger.

"What happened last night," Liao Qingshan replied somberly.

"Has the news been sent out yet?" Tang Guoqiang then asked.

“Not yet,” Su Wenlong said. “The military region has blocked the news.”

"Sigh..." Tang Guoqiang sighed deeply, his face filled with sorrow. "A comrade-in-arms of many years, gone just like that, and to this end... It's really..." Tang Guoqiang's voice choked with emotion, his heart aching. He paused, then continued, "Old Commander, do you have any thoughts?"

The old commander frowned and pondered for a while before saying, "Anyone who can murder the highest-ranking officer in the military region and his wife, set fire to their bodies to cover up the crime, and remain undetected must be extraordinary."

"Who could have done it?" Su Wenlong asked.

The old commander didn't lock his eyes, but said with a solemn expression, "There are two possibilities for someone who can come and go freely in the military camp: either it was done by someone they trust most, or it was done by a top assassin from some country."

"Old Chief, which possibility do you think is most likely?" Liao Qingshan asked.

In fact, Liao Qingshan and the others had also considered these two possibilities, but the incident happened so suddenly that they found it hard to accept and became completely disoriented, as if even their thoughts were not working properly.

"It's hard to say," the old commander said gravely. "With Wu Siling's skills, ordinary people simply can't do anything to him unless they are killed in one blow when there is no way to defend himself. But no matter what the situation is, something else will happen next."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent, and the already tense atmosphere became even more oppressive.

After a moment, the old chief said with a solemn expression, "It seems that relying on the police alone is far from enough. Old Tang, Old Su, it seems that we old guys will have to take charge of this matter ourselves."

Tang Guoqiang nodded and said, "Alright, practice makes perfect. It's time to stretch our muscles."

He Shulin asked, "Old Tang, should we tell Bufan about this?"

“No need,” Tang Guoqiang said. “Bufan has more important things to deal with right now, so we can’t add to his burden.”

“Alright,” He Shulin said, “let’s discuss how to proceed next.”

After a brief discussion, Tang Guoqiang and the others quickly got to work.

Around 8 p.m. that evening, Tang Guoqiang arrived at Wu Siling's home in the military district. At that moment, after being ravaged by a fire, Wu Siling's home was in ruins.

Tang Guoqiang stood in the ruins, carefully examined them, and then closed his eyes to ponder. Countless images flashed through his mind, as if he were reconstructing the events leading up to and following the incident.

A military vehicle suddenly stopped in front of the house, and then a young man in his twenties hurriedly got out of the vehicle, crying out:

"Dad, Mom—"

Upon hearing the cries, Tang Guoqiang immediately returned to reality, turned around, and a look of worry flashed in his eyes.

"Dad, Mom—"

The man rushed into the ruins, knelt down with a thud, and cried out in anguish, "How could this happen? How could this happen? Dad, Mom—"

The young man crying so bitterly was Wu Siling's son, Wu Xiaolin. He was an armed police officer in a provincial public security bureau and rushed back immediately after hearing the news of his parents' death.

Tang Guoqiang stroked the man's head affectionately and said in a low voice, "Xiao Lin, please accept my condolences!"

His words trailed off, as if exhaled directly from his throat, revealing the heaviness and sorrow in his heart. His comrades-in-arms of many years, sharing hardships and struggles, though not brothers, were closer than brothers; their bond was higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. Now, separated by death, this sudden blow was unbearable, leaving him feeling as if his heart had been ripped out.

Wu Xiaolin looked up at Tang Guoqiang, then grabbed Tang Guoqiang's legs and cried bitterly, "Uncle Tang, how could this happen? My parents..."