novelraw Chapter 1
Chapter 1
S City——
Night, so quiet.
Her body was shaking and her head was shaking from side to side.
A heavy dark veil came, and a blood red eye appeared in the sky to look at her, so she looked at her quietly. In that bloody eye, she saw the nightmare in the past
In the dream, she stood in the surging crowd, like a ghost, dazed and dull. The dark sky was drizzling, the wet road was like a mirror, and the flashing police lights were reflected. There were yellow warning lines everywhere, and people wearing SWAT letter police uniform were shuttling through it.
It was a common bank in Washington, USA, and it was also a bank hijacked for six hours by gangsters. There were 36 hostages. The negotiation failed, and SWAT finally chose to raid.
Suddenly, the closed door of the bank was opened, and frightened men and women poured out. They scurried, and the rescue workers immediately took over with blankets and all kinds of first aid supplies.
When everything slowly returned to calm, the picture in front of her turned to the bank counter, where there was a middle-aged couple and a young man. They were kneeling on the ground, tied up, all wearing a black vest. The red light flashing at the waist of the vest was very dazzling. All the professionals on the scene knew what it was?
bomb!
The sound of the explosion rang out without warning, and the body foam and blood splashed on her face
The sharp strong emotion made her scream and sit up from the bed, but she couldn't get rid of the frightening picture. She buried her face in her curled legs, hugged her shivering body, and let the cold sweat rain on her.
She endlessly into panic, and finally can only use trembling teeth to bite the skin of the knee, hard bite, lips and tongue have tasted the bloody gas, but she is numb completely no pain consciousness.
As she was about to collapse, a small breath accompanied by a sense of wetness slipped across her face, and she suddenly raised her pale face.
"Woof! Woof, woof A glossy German black back was sitting beside her and licking her face eagerly.
That warm touch magically calmed her mood, she opened her hands to embrace its brain door, "sesame..."
The big dog named Zhima wags its tail and rubs her in a coquettish way.
She glanced at the alarm clock at the head of the bed. At 3 a.m., as usual, she lost sleep again.
Touching sesame's warm fur, she drives her fear, anxiety and coldness out of her body. She doesn't feel sleepy. She just wants to be next to sesame and wait for the dawn. Sesame will guard her side quietly and faithfully.
By the time the ticking clock reached 6 o'clock, she had calmed down. There was a glimmer of light outside the window. She got out of bed neatly, went into the bathroom, brushed her teeth and bathed. But it took her 15 minutes to clean herself up. She tied her long hair into a ponytail and put on a sports vest and shorts. She went to the kitchen and took a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, Let the sweet water moisten her dry throat, sesame holding her collar wagging her tail at her feet.
She squatted down with a smile, put it on, put on a nylon vest with fluorescent "police dog" on it, put the mineral water bottle, key and some change into her pocket, and led sesame to go out for morning run.
At 6:30 in the morning, the air is fresh and slightly cold, and there are few old people exercising early in the community. Stepping on the morning dew, she runs out of the gate of the community and onto the spacious sidewalk. Sesame follows her running rhythm closely on her right side. It is a well-trained police dog, and will never run faster or slower than the owner, keeping absolute parallelism.