At the patrol station of the special police detachment, a rapid siren sounded. The special police officers were used to this tense life. They quickly got up, got up, took their equipment and got into the car. They looked up at the electronic clock on the wall. It was five-thirty in the morning.
The black Iveco drove towards the foot of Yunshan Mountain. The traffic on the road in the early morning was sparse. Police cars were speeding with blaring sirens. Special police officers were wearing helmet chin straps, arranging their police appearance and conduct, and inspecting their police equipment.
Squad leader Ji Yang sat in the passenger seat and turned his head back to introduce the police situation to everyone:
"After being notified by the 110 command center, there were two fierce dogs biting people. The community police who were dispatched could not solve the problem, so they let us go. Please pay attention to safety and do not shoot if you can, so as not to alarm the people and cause bad effects."
"Yes!" the SWAT police responded in unison.
Arriving at the scene soon, there was already a Santana police car parked on the roadside. Two police officers and two auxiliary police officers were helpless. They only had batons and pepper spray cans and did not dare to deal with the fierce dogs.
In the distance, there was a man lying prone, bloodstained on his body, motionless, with a big broom thrown aside. Nearby were two huge and majestic Tibetan mastiffs as big as male lions. Their heads were stained red with blood, and their cold and merciless eyes scanned the onlookers.
"Shoot." Liu Handong geared up.
"Let's get to know the situation first." Ji Yang stepped forward to communicate with the police at the police station and learned that two Tibetan mastiffs suddenly appeared at the mass morning exercise site and bit a sanitation worker. It is not clear whether the person is alive.
"The Tibetan Mastiff probably ran away from a nearby villa area. I have contacted the owner but have not heard back yet," the police said.
"Got it." Ji Yang waved his hand: "Prepare the anti-riot gun and use anti-personnel bombs."
"Xiaoji, it's best not to use your gun," the policeman advised.
"There are so many people at the scene, which has endangered public safety. Besides, the person is not dead yet, how can we drag him like this?" Ji Yang was puzzled.
"These two Tibetan mastiffs are worth at least one to two million dollars. Who is responsible for killing them? Besides, the sanitation worker should be dead. I'll wait until the dog owner comes." The policeman muttered in a low voice, but Liu Handong heard it nearby.
In fact, what the police said is right. This kind of valuable Tibetan Mastiff is not something ordinary people can afford. It costs tens of millions. Even breeding a breed costs more than 100,000 yuan. Tibetan Mastiff is the most expensive in Omi and even the whole country.
It is a symbol of status and financial resources. Some time ago, a rich man in Omi invited a purebred Tibetan Mastiff from Tibet. He rented a Gulfstream plane and used a fleet of Bentleys and Hummers to pick it up from the airport. The pomp was better than that of the Provincial Party Committee.
The secretaries are all very big.
Tibetan Mastiffs are valuable, but human life is worthless in comparison. The person who died was just a sanitation worker who might not even have a household registration in Omi. If he bit him to death, he would be bitten to death. The maximum compensation would be over 100,000 yuan. Tibetan Mastiffs can be bred once and earned back.
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If you shoot a Tibetan Mastiff to death, it is legally defensible, but if you really make a big fuss, who will tell you about the law? These rich and powerful bosses are all characters with great hands and eyes. Just say a word and let you, a little policeman, take off your clothes.
, lose money, two Tibetan mastiffs are sky-high prices, and I can’t afford to lose money even if I sell my house.
Ji Yang understood these truths, and he immediately hesitated.
"Wait another half hour. If the dog owner still doesn't come, ask the zoo trainer to come and use a tranquilizer gun." The policeman suggested that this plan is more reliable and does not need to hurt the life of the precious Tibetan Mastiff.
At this moment, the sanitation worker lying on the ground twitched, the crowd started to commotion, and a dirty seven or eight-year-old girl ran from a distance, screaming, "Grandma, I want grandma."
The crowd held back the little girl, fearing that she would be injured by the Tibetan mastiff if she ran over.
"Calm down, don't be impulsive, and don't anger the Tibetan Mastiff." The police kindly advised the crowd not to make noise and irritate this extremely violent, savage animal with negative IQ and zero obedience.
Liu Handong couldn't hold himself back any longer, so he grabbed the Type 97 anti-riot gun from his colleague, took out anti-personnel bombs from his carrying equipment and filled them in one by one, and kept walking forward.
"Xiao Liu, what are you doing? Stop." Ji Yang turned around and saw Liu Handong going out without permission, and immediately stopped.
Without looking back, Liu Handong walked over with the anti-riot gun and loaded it with a clatter. The Tibetan Mastiff sensed his hostility and pounced on him without any warning. Like a lion hunting on the grassland, it was agile and powerful and only took Liu Handong's throat.
The crowd of onlookers let out a burst of exclamation, and at the same time gunshots were fired. Liu Handong held the anti-riot gun in both hands and fired continuously without stopping. The 18.4mm anti-personnel bullets hit the Tibetan Mastiff's head one after another. The huge body fell to the ground with a crash. Liu Handong's body
On one side, the anti-riot gun slid down from his hand, he pulled out the 92-type 9mm pistol from his leg, and fired continuously at the Tibetan mastiff that rushed towards him from the other end.
The stopping effect of the nine-millimeter bullet is far inferior to that of a large-caliber anti-riot gun. The Tibetan Mastiff showed no reaction after being shot and continued to attack. Liu Handong fought and retreated. At the same time, his comrades rushed up quickly, holding anti-riot guns and charging at each other slightly.
The Tibetan Mastiff was shot hard, dozens of bullets were fired, and the Tibetan Mastiff's head turned into a rotten watermelon.
The magazine of Liu Handong's pistol was empty, and the empty magazine was hung up. Green smoke was curling from the muzzle. He pressed the release button to eject the empty magazine, took out the live magazine with his left hand, loaded it, reloaded it, put on the safety, and put it back into the holster, all in one go.
The little girl jumped on the sanitation worker and cried loudly.
Ji Yang stepped forward, kicked the Tibetan Mastiff's body, and scolded Liu Handong: "You will shoot as you say. What will happen if trouble occurs?"
Liu Handong had a livid face and said nothing. He was blaming Ji Yang for not ordering the shooting immediately and for not taking responsibility.
The ambulance drove over, and the medical staff carried the dying sanitation worker into the car and drove away.
After a while, a man hurried over. When he saw the Tibetan Mastiff corpse on the ground, his expression suddenly changed.
"Commander! General!" The man squatted on the ground, heartbroken, as if he were mourning his heir.
Two sky-high-priced Tibetan mastiffs worth over a million were beaten to bloody gourds with bullet holes all over their bodies. They died with their eyes open.
The man's whole body trembled with anger, he wiped his tears and stood up suddenly and asked: "Who beat my Tibetan Mastiff to death!"
Liu Handong stepped forward to grab his collar and teach him a lesson, but he was immediately grabbed by his comrades. Ji Yang and the police from the police station came forward to negotiate. It turned out that this person was not the dog owner, but a breeder hired at a high price. He happened to have something to do today.
When I went out, the Tibetan Mastiff kept in the yard ran out and bit people because it couldn't stand the hot weather.
"This is a purebred mastiff bought from Ma Junren Tibetan Mastiff Park. Let me tell you, you are in big trouble! Do you know whose dog this is? It belongs to Boss Li!"
There is only one boss Li who lives in Yunshan Villa, and he is Li Suifeng, an entertainment tycoon in Omi City who owns several nightclubs, bathing centers, discos, and bars.
Li Suifeng and Long Kaijiang are gangsters of the same generation. They started to become famous in the early 1990s. Now they have political identities and are members of the Municipal People's Political Consultative Conference. They have a fortune of tens of millions, both black and white. He likes to play, and his family owns more than a dozen world-famous cars.
, there are yachts in the Huaijiang River, and it is said that the next step is to buy a private jet. These two Tibetan mastiffs are Boss Li’s favorite things, and they are also an important tool to show off his identity.
A dog owner in Boss Li's family is so arrogant, which shows how powerful he is. Ordinary policemen would not dare to challenge him. But today this matter has become a big deal, and there must be an explanation. The special police officers have completed their mission, get in the car and leave.
, the remaining tasks of cleaning up the scene and evacuating the people were left to the police station.
Killing two dogs was not a big deal, and Liu Handong didn't take it seriously. Writing the report was Ji Yang's business. He was still thinking about the job transfer, so he took out the business card that Geng Zhi left for him and called directly.
"Team Geng, I am Liu Handong."
"Have you thought about it?"
"I've thought about it, I'm willing to do it."
"Okay, just wait for the notification."
After the phone call, Liu Handong felt refreshed. His career was going smoothly and he had a bright future. He was confident that he could do the challenging job of anti-narcotics well.
Today the squadron was preparing for duty at the station. There was no need to patrol the streets, but there was no rest. They had been training all morning. In the afternoon, Liu Handong was called to the brigade leader's office.
"You can do it. I took the lead in shooting this morning and fired a total of fifty-eight rounds. I didn't shoot enough on the shooting range. I went to the park to get addicted to guns. Is it fun this time?" The captain smiled half-heartedly, not knowing what he meant.
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"Enjoyed." Liu Handong replied.
The captain of the brigade said: "You are enjoying yourself, but you are causing trouble for the brigade. If the owner of the Tibetan Mastiff comes to cause trouble, I can only suspend you first."
Liu Handong didn't care, he had already contacted his next employer.
"When we get to the anti-narcotics side, give our special police some face!" The captain stood up and patted Liu Handong on the shoulder, with admiration in his eyes.
"Yes!" Liu Handong saluted.
Liu Handong was suspended in this way. He left the station through the back door and drove his Fukang around in a circle to the gate of the detachment. He saw dozens of people blocking the outside, carrying white flags and banners with the words "Protest against the violent law enforcement by the special police,"
There are also two huge color photos of the "Commander" and "General" sitting in Hummers and Bentleys, with the wind blowing the long hair on the necks of the two beasts, making them look like
King style.
The people blocked the door and made trouble, and the detachment had no choice but to negotiate with them, promise to investigate, and told them that the temporary worker who took the lead in shooting had been suspended.
"Bah!" Liu Handong spat and drove away. He was not busy reporting to the anti-narcotics brigade and could rest for two days.
He walked away neatly with a slap on the butt, but the detachment leader had to face endless troubles.
Boss Li came to Shi Guoping with his lawyer and showed him the pedigree certificates of the two Tibetan mastiffs, award certificates from international competitions, banners, written materials, video materials, daily meal lists, imported vaccines, and the breeder's pay stub.
Proof of income from breeding, as well as the original payment for purchasing the mastiff, the commander is 1.5 million yuan, the general is 1.8 million yuan, plus the investment in mastiffs over the years, the total is 4.1 million yuan.
Both Tibetan Mastiffs are two-year-old adult dogs with a life expectancy of more than ten years. The annual lost breeding expenses alone are as high as one million. Added together, it would be impossible to afford compensation of no less than ten million.
Li Suifeng and Shi Guoping have known each other for many years, and this time they didn't give him any face: "Detachment Shi, it's wrong for mastiffs to bite people, but they are animals. Can people be as knowledgeable as animals? You have so many special police officers, why can't you find a stick?"
Drive it away? You have to shoot it. One shot is not enough, but dozens of fucking shots! You are so fucking addicted to shooting on my mastiff!"
Shi Guoping said: "Boss Li, your mastiff hurts people first. No matter how valuable the dog is, it cannot be compared with human life."
Li Suifeng slapped the table and said: "You are right, I am not an unreasonable person. I will pay for the bitten cleaner's medical expenses, no matter how much, not even a penny less! But I also need an explanation.
, you special police officers killed two of my precious purebred Tibetan mastiffs, what do you say?"
Shi Guoping was helpless. Li Suifeng was not a gangster, but a respectable entrepreneur and member of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference. If he really wanted to compete, he would recruit a group of lawyers to file a lawsuit, or find a group of people to block the door and post slanderous posts on the Internet.