Mi Zhongguo led people to the location where we rested before.
"Woof woof woof,."
The military dog ran forward like crazy, and the soldier pulled it from behind. After running for more than ten meters, the military dog suddenly stopped, and then squatted in a position. The soldier stretched out his hand to pull it, and suddenly shouted: " Report, there are findings.”
Mi Zhongguo rushed over quickly. The soldier pointed to the grass and said: "The liquid is urine, and this should be the tracker, but it has been broken. They should have been resting here just now."
"Expand the search area and see if we can find the body of the special agent."
Mi Zhongguo shouted quickly.
"Team Mi, blood stains were found here."
Another military dog barked twice, and the soldier raised his hand and shouted again. Mi Zhongguo ran over with staggering steps, squatted under the root of a tree, bent down to take a look, stretched out his hand to touch the soil, and then his fingers turned bright red.
"Do you know if a bullet hits the body and the blood spatter will form this pattern?" Mi Zhongguo quickly asked the soldier.
"It's hard to say. You can see that the soil has obviously been disturbed. The layer of soil floating on top has been cleaned up. The remaining soil has seeped into the bottom of the soil." The soldier shook his head.
"Let the military dogs trace the bloodstains and chase them."
Mi Zhongguo stood up and said.
"Okay, stab and sniff."
The soldier shouted back, pointed to the ground and began to let the military dog learn the smell.
"The technical team, bag this bloody soil and go back for DNA comparison." Mi Zhongguo shouted again.
"yes."
The people from the technical team came over with small plastic bags and started filling them with soil.
Mi Zhongguo now wants to find my body. He wants to find it very urgently.
After the two military dogs memorized the taste, they began to run wildly. After fucking for seven or eight hundred meters, they suddenly stopped. Mi Zhongguo chased after him and saw that he was completely stupid.
There are cliffs in front and the Lancang River Basin below. The smell is gone and the military dogs can no longer continue tracking.
"Hold,."
Mi Zhongguo turned around in a circle and cursed extremely anxiously, he was really not sure whether I was dead or not.
"What should we do, Team Mi?" the police officer from the technical team asked.
"Take a look at the tracker to see which direction they moved. Turn around and search for the body. Let's find them first. I still have a special agent in their hands. We must rescue them." Mi Zhongguo said quickly.
"The tracker showed that they were fleeing down the mountain."
Someone from the technical team replied.
"You use the image transmission method to share it with other units that are rounding up. Everyone should surround them according to the position on the tracker and cannot let them go down the mountain," Mi Zhongguo quickly replied.
Mi Zhongguo led people to the location where we rested before.
"Woof woof woof,."
The military dog ran forward like crazy, and the soldier pulled him from behind. After running for more than ten meters, the military dog suddenly stopped, and then squatted down in this position. The soldier stretched out his hand and pulled him, and suddenly shouted: " Report, there are findings.”
Mi Zhongguo rushed over quickly. The soldier pointed to the grass and said: "The liquid is urine, and this should be the tracker, but it has been broken. They should have been resting here just now."
"Expand the search area and see if we can find the body of the special agent."
Mi Zhongguo shouted quickly.
"Team Mi, blood stains were found here."
Another military dog barked twice, and the soldier raised his hand and shouted again. Mi Zhongguo ran over with staggering steps, squatted under the roots of a tree, bent down to take a look, stretched out his hand to touch the soil, and then his fingers turned bright red.
"Do you know that when a bullet hits the body, the blood spatter will form this pattern?" Mi Zhongguo quickly asked the soldier.
"It's hard to say. You can see that the soil has obviously been disturbed. The layer of soil floating on top has been cleaned up. The remaining soil has seeped into the bottom of the soil." The soldier shook his head.
"Let the military dogs trace the bloodstains and chase them."
Mi Zhongguo stood up and said.
"Okay, stab and sniff."
The soldier shouted back, pointed to the ground and began to let the military dog learn the smell.
"The technical team, bag this bloody soil and go back for DNA comparison." Mi Zhongguo shouted again.
"yes."
The people from the technical team came over with Xiaoshuo bags and started loading soil.
Mi Zhongguo now wants to find my body. He wants to find it very urgently.
After the two military dogs memorized the taste, they began to run wildly. After fucking for seven or eight hundred meters, they suddenly stopped. Mi Zhongguo chased after him and saw that he was completely stupid.
There are cliffs in front and the Lancang River Basin below. The smell is gone and the military dogs can no longer continue tracking.
"Hold,."
Mi Zhongguo turned around in a circle and cursed extremely anxiously, he was really not sure whether I was dead or not.
"What should we do, Team Mi?" the police officer from the technical team asked.
"Take a look at the tracker to see which direction they moved. The bodies are looking back. Let's find them first. I still have a special agent in their hands. We must rescue them." Mi Zhongguo said quickly.
"The tracker showed that they were fleeing down the mountain."
Someone from the technical team replied.
"You use the image transmission method to share it with other units that are rounding up. Everyone should surround them according to the position on the tracker and not let them go down the mountain," Mi Zhongguo said quickly.
After reorganizing, everyone started hunting again.
…
And Mi Zhongguo had no idea that at this moment, another of his special agents, Hu Shuo, had been buried in the rolling mountains, buried by Tong Guangbei himself.
After shooting Hu Shuo to death, Tong Guangbei took Hu Shuo's tracker and listening device and started running down the mountain.
At three o'clock in the morning,
The area where Tong Guangbei fled has been completely surrounded by armed police armed with live ammunition. The encirclement is getting smaller and smaller, like a group of tigers trying to hunt down Tong Guangbei, a lone wolf who has escaped from the pack.
At 3:50, a group of five armed police officers encountered Tong Guangbei, who was secretly ambushing him, by a pile of rocks at the foot of the mountain. A firefight ensued.
At 3:55, the news came back.
One armed policeman was killed and the other seriously injured. Tong Guangbei was shot in the calf and continued to flee north.
At 4:20, the firefight started again.
This time the armed police were well prepared and there were no casualties. Tong Guangbei grabbed a Type 85 with only three rounds of ammunition, turned around and ran south along the riverside at the foot of the mountain.
At this moment, Mi Zhongguo can confirm that only Tong Guangbei showed up during the two attacks. From this, it can be inferred that Tong Guangbei's gang dispersed and ran away.
Moreover, it can be basically concluded that another special agent Hu Shuo has been killed, otherwise Tong Guangbei would not have held his tracker. Moreover, Tong Guangbei's intention is also very obvious. He is holding the tracker to attract firepower and prepare to fight to the death. stroke,.
Mi Zhongguo already knew at this moment that his criminal police captain had finished his work, and his superiors asked him to withdraw from the pursuit, but he agreed on the surface, secretly holding a gun, and still followed the pursuit troops to capture Tong Guangbei.
Noon on the second day.
At the foot of the mountain, in an abandoned factory, Tong Guangbei was in a miserable state. He had lost his shoes. He walked into the factory with his bare feet covered in mud and bloodstains and rags torn from his clothes wrapped around his arms. internal,.
"Pfft."
After entering the house, Tong Guangbei sat down on the dusty concrete floor, gasped for air, leaned on the ground with his gun, and said to himself: "Fuck, he's not going to run away. tired."
"flap."
At this moment, a sixty-year-old homeless man in the house was lying on a quilt with bare cotton wool. He sat up with a grunt, looked at Tong Guangbei blankly, and asked after being stunned for a long time: "What are you doing? .”
"Haha." When Tong Guangbei was asked this question, he immediately laughed and asked, "What do you do?"
"You have a gun,."
The old man glanced at Tong Guangbei, suddenly became alert, stood up and was about to run.
"Kang, ding."
Tong Guangbei fired a shot without warning, and it crashed on the iron railing of the roof, causing a burst of sparks.
"Come, sit down and be my hostage."
Tong Guangbei said casually.
The old man was quite tired, which was similar to Tong Guangbei's current situation. He looked at Tong Guangbei shivering for a long time, then walked over helplessly and sat down about one and a half meters away from Tong Guangbei.
"Do you have any cigarettes? Give me one."
Tong Guangbei's arm was still bleeding. After nearly a day and night of long-distance running, he had reached the limit of his age. His body was so exhausted that he didn't want to move.
"There are cigarette butts." The old man took out a few short cigarette butts from his pocket.
"Okay, as long as you can smoke it, give me the whole thing."
"There's Dayun's, Su Yan's, and Yellow Crane Tower, whatever you want." The old man seemed to feel that Tong Guangbei had no ill intentions toward him, so he relaxed a lot.
"Haha." Tong Guangbei grinned and reached out to pick up a piece of cigarette butt.
The two of them smoked cigarettes and sat indoors, after a short silence.
"What's wrong with you?" the old man asked, sitting cross-legged, holding the cigarette butt between his thumb and forefinger, which had already burned the cotton. He choked and squinted his eyes.
"It's about losing your head."
"The police are arresting you."
"Well, I'll be there soon."
"Then why don't you run?" the old man asked in confusion.
"I can't run anymore. When I come, I'll fight." Tong Guangbei shook his head and pursed his lips.
The old man was silent for a while.
At this moment, the siren sounded outside the door. Countless armed police and policemen surrounded the abandoned factory. The director of a certain city bureau also arrived at the scene. Mi Zhongguo stood at the front, and the special police held anti-explosion shields and formed a horizontal line. The platoon blocked the door.
"Shout, if you don't come out, fight in." The director said sonorously and forcefully.
"Report, I have locked the suspect's location, but there is another person beside him." The sniper said on the intercom system.
"...Why are there still hostages? Could they be disguised by accomplices?" The director was stunned.
"It doesn't look like this. This old man is not in the information. He looks like a homeless man in his clothing." The sniper quickly replied.
The police outside are discussing countermeasures.
"Wow."
Tong Guangbei, who was in the house, flicked the bolt of his gun, glanced outside through the dusty window, turned back and said to the old man: "Thank you for the cigarette, I won't make any trouble with you, I'm going out."
"Tong Guangbei, you have been surrounded..."
People outside started shouting in vain.
"Stop shouting, it sounds annoying." Tong Guangbei frowned and shouted.
"Tong Guangbei, I am the director of the XX City Public Security Bureau, and I want to talk to you..."
"There's nothing to talk about," Tong Guangbei refused without hesitation.
He had loaded the bullet into the chamber and was about to walk out. He had smoked and rested. When it was time to leave, let's go.
"Snapped."
The old man suddenly tugged on Tong Guangbei's wrinkled trousers, and then said: "Brother, don't worry, listen to me."
"What are you talking about?" Tong Guangbei was stunned for a moment.
"...Look at what I've become like this. I can't eat or drink, but I still have to live. Let me tell you something sour. Compared with those who died suddenly, we are actually quite lucky. We have The opportunity is in the last period of life. It’s good to think back and say goodbye to the people who were very important in my heart... I would rather pick up rags now. What’s the motivation for living? It’s because I’m here every day. I told myself in my heart that today is my last day, and I have to live well... So, I have been picking up rags for eight years, but I still haven't starved to death... Do you think this is the case?" the old man persuaded.
Tong Guangbei was stunned when he heard this.
…
Five minutes later, Tong Guangbei threw away his pistol and walked out of the factory with his head in his arms. More than a dozen armed police officers pressed him to the ground, and his arms were pulled out with a banging sound.
Mi Zhongguo came over excitedly and said, "Tong Guangbei, you also have today."
"Just remember, after my death, Tong Guangbei, these three words can still scare your public security system for ten years."
Tong Guangbei lay on the ground and said with raised corners of his mouth.
At this moment, the gangster is arrested. He has committed countless major crimes and will wait for legal trial.
Later, I heard from the prisoners who were detained with him that Tong Guangbei behaved very honestly while in custody, and he ranked first in the three-month prison cell in terms of manual work.
But three months later, the first-instance verdict was issued. Tong Guangbei was deprived of political rights for life and sentenced to death, which was immediately executed.
No appeal, gladly accepted.
On the day of the execution, Tong Guangbei took off the handcuffs and shackles he had worn for three months, stepped onto the execution platform where intravenous injection was given, and slowly closed his eyes.
Since then, there has been one less vicious gangster in the world, but our society seems to have not changed much. Those who sell drugs are still selling drugs, and those who pimp are still pimping...
When a person dies, his sins are eliminated. He is not a good person, and there is no need to remember him. When we think of him, we can just listen to him as a story.
Tong Guangbei died at the age of forty-three.
Ironically, he once sold living bodies and organs, but after his death, he donated all his corneas, kidneys and other body organs.