In the dark night, the moon hid in the clouds. The asphalt road was as black as if it had been splashed with ink. Below the roadbed were patches of dry reeds on the river beach, rustling in the wind. A Santana 2ooo was parked diagonally on the side of the road, flashing a double flash warning.
Deng was lying there alone with his back stretched out, and there was a human hand on the ground.
The two policemen did not stop their motorcycles, but they did not turn off the engine and got off the motorcycle. They looked around with vigilance, their hands on the handles of their guns at their waists.
Recently, the city bureau has undergone a major reorganization, merging the traffic police and patrol police to form a new traffic patrol police detachment. The traffic police who were originally only responsible for traffic are now equipped with firearms and have the power to handle various emergencies.
The gun is a 9mm revolver police gun produced by the 216 factory. It only has six rounds of ammunition and is very weak. According to the words of grassroots police officers, even a mad dog may not be able to be killed. Now that the security situation has deteriorated, unless it is equipped with a 92 gun.
Only the automatic gun can have a sense of security. However, for the so-called image project of the traffic patrol police, the superiors were afraid that the big gun would scare the masses and that the police would shoot indiscriminately and cause trouble. Not only did they equip them with this small revolver, but they were also equipped with a low-lethal 9 mm
Flanged rubber bullets.
In such a dangerous environment, how could the two comrades of the traffic patrol police remain calm with such a thing in their hands? Li Shangting's hand holding the gun was shaking a little, and he couldn't help but look at the master.
Lao Song is a very experienced old policeman. He has worked in the police station, the security brigade, and the police force. Finally, he was assigned to the traffic police brigade because he offended the leader. He is already in his forties and still has to be a section officer.
Riding a motorcycle and patrolling the streets with young people can be regarded as the kind of police who have a pretty miserable life.
Lao Song stopped the motorcycle and unholstered the revolver. There was a thin and long steel wire attached to the handle of the gun. It was difficult for criminals to snatch it away. He did not panic and got off the car. He first shook off the magazine and took out the quick-loader from his armed belt.
Six copper-tipped live bullets were loaded into the empty gun.
Li Shangting's heart started pounding when he saw his master loading bullets. He also pulled out his gun and loaded the bullets awkwardly, but he loaded them with rubber bullets. How could a young man with such rich experience as a seasoned veteran not have a few copper-tipped bullets to save his life at critical moments?
The two policemen got out of the car after reloading their ammunition. One was on guard with a gun. The other approached the wounded man lying on the ground and touched him with his feet. There was bleeding from both ears of the man. It seemed that the injury was serious. Old Song stretched out his fingers to check for pulse.
He nodded and stood up, walked towards Santanara, opened the door, looked at it, opened the trunk, took a look, put the gun back in the holster and picked up the walkie-talkie.
"Master, look." Li Shangting pointed to the grass on the side of the road. There were two obvious signs of lodging and shined a strong flashlight on it. There were also some faint traces of blood.
Lao Song ignored him and directly used the intercom to report to the command center, which ordered them to protect the scene in place.
Lao Songcai put down the walkie-talkie and said: "Don't go anywhere without protecting the scene."
Li Shangting said anxiously: "That's the direction the criminals are escaping. Since we got to the scene first, we should chase them."
Lao Song smiled and slowly took out the crumpled cigarette case, took one cigarette and then another out and said, "Xiao Li smokes."
"Won't!"
Lao Song put it back with a smile and clicked it himself. Meimei took a sip and said earnestly: "Twenty years ago, when I just graduated from the Provincial Public Security College, I was like you, rushing to the front line in everything, trying to make meritorious deeds and solve major cases. What happened?
To this day, I am still living on the street eating exhaust fumes every day. There are many graduates from the same period as me who are branch chiefs.”
Li Shangting said angrily: "That's because... let's forget it."
"I understand that you think we should go hunting, right? I ask you what is the person lying on the ground doing, and what is in the car? Do you know?"
Li Shangting took one look and said, "That man is holding a gun."
"It's not an ordinary gun, it's a local gun made by Qinghai Hualong. The guy lying down with tattoos and sportswear must be from a mixed society. There is blood on the passenger seat of the car, gun remains, the smell of gunpowder, and two severed fingers. All these circumstances are combined.
What do we mean together?”
Li Shangting, who also went to the police academy, thought for a moment and said, "What about a firefight?"
"By the way, the skid marks on the ground are clearly two cars chasing each other. The one in front is this 2ooo and the one behind is 255 wide tires. Even the BMW 7 Series can't keep up with such wide tires. It's either a modified car or a Mercedes-Benz S-class. Cough cough.
The people in the two cars started fighting, and one of them lost, and the other drove away from the scene. Why should we chase him?"
"But……"
"No, but from a personal point of view, the terrain below the river beach is complicated and the sky is so dark. It will be useless for the two of us to go down. If we get injured and lose our guns, the matter will be serious. From the overall situation, I have already reported to the command center for a while**
He will come over and deal with it. We have completed our tasks and there is nothing wrong with us."
"But those criminals..."
"Are you really ignorant? There isn't one on the ground. The ones who escaped can't run away. How far can they run if your hands are cut off? At dawn, they will naturally set up controls in various hospitals and clinics. How can they run away?"
After Lao Song's words, Li Shangting was finally convinced and stopped talking.
Ten minutes later, the siren finally sounded in the distance.
…
A black Mercedes-Benz stopped at the door of the heavy metal slow-rocking bar. Three young men got out of the car and mixed in with the crowd and entered the door. It was midnight, when the bar was busiest. No one noticed the hidden murderous intent of these three people.
After the three of them went in, they ordered beers and found a seat. Bei Xiaoshuai took off his coat and went to dance. His outfit was very exaggerated, similar to those born in the 90s. He wore jeans, sneakers, thin stripes and a floral shirt. He twisted around and hooked up with someone.
The girl with heavy eyeshadow looked like a regular at the bar. After a few words, the girl took Bei Xiaoshuai straight to the bathroom.
Two minutes later, Bei Xiaoshuai came out and returned to his seat. Zhuo Li sarcastically said: "Junior brother, it's over so soon?"
"If I have something serious to do today, how can I do that? These little ****s from the bar in Malagebi are such a waste. I'll buy two mogu and let you have a hard time. I won't do it. I'm afraid I'll get sick."
"These white-pink girls are the dirtiest, but they are not as clean as our Huaqing Pool technicians, right? Can I ask?"
"Hello, this is indeed the prince's headquarters. The guy in the purple suit in the corner is the medicine seller."
Following Bei Xiaoshuai's gaze, sitting in the opposite corner was a young man in his twenties with big sideburns, holding a glass of beer. He looked around with sneaky eyes at Liu Ziguang and Zhuo Li, and immediately stepped forward and walked around from both sides.
Behind him.
"Get up!" A low shout rang in his ears, and at the same time, a cold iron pipe pressed against his lower back, and his big temples trembled, and then he forced a smile and said, "My friend must have admitted the wrong person."
"Stop talking nonsense, I'm looking for you." Zhuo Li picked him up and walked back. Bei Xiaoshuai and Liu Ziguang were noisy on the dance floor behind them. No one noticed what was going on here. Only the waiter at the bar saw it.
After seeing this scene, he quickly picked up the phone.
In the bathroom, Bei Xiaoshuai brandished a sharp knife and drove everyone out and closed the door. Zhuoli kicked the big man on the temple's knee and the boy knelt down on the spot.
"What's it called?"
"Da Fei."
"**There really is a guy named Da Fei. You don't mind it. You're such a bear and you're still flying. I'm asking you, do you know me?"
"If you don't know me, brother, you may have found the wrong person." Da Fei stuttered.
"That's right, aren't you one of the prince's subordinates? Where is your boss? Tell me!"
"Brother, I really don't know. I'm here to play."
"Be tough!" Zhuo Li tore Dafei's clothes apart and the colorful pills fell to the floor.
Da Fei was speechless at this time. Zhuo Li searched his body for nothing except a mobile phone and a stack of money. Zhuo Li, who was not angry, kicked him over: "**If you don't tell the prince's whereabouts,
You have to be mentally prepared to come in and get out in one piece."
Suddenly, the bathroom door was kicked open and two black holes were pointed at. Bei Xiaoshuai jumped in in shock, but Liu Ziguang took a step forward.
"I heard someone is looking for me?" With a leisurely word, the legendary prince brother finally made his debut. He was quite tall and about 1.8 meters tall, wearing the prince's pants that have disappeared in society. They are of high quality, fat pants and narrow pants.
The trousers are paired with an eye-catching belt buckle, a white silk shirt with a large collar, and long and elegant eyes. Basically, the prince looks very stylish.
The four bodyguards are all wearing large-collared shirts turned over narrow-collared small suits. They are slim-fitting black trousers and flat-soled black leather shoes, which are completely different from the sportswear popular among gangsters in Jiangbei City. They are very Hong Kong-style. The two people in front are holding a pair of breasts.
Behind the arrogant faces, the two people put their hands on their waists and showed off the buttocks at their waists, and they also looked embarrassed.
"Let me guess that dwarf, you are the second brother Zhuo Lizhuo, right? Hum, that yellow-haired boy, drop the knife in your hand! Your name is Bei Shuai, right? And this younger brother seems to be quite polite, isn't it a little embarrassing?
?”
After saying this, the prince laughed wildly: "I was looking for you, but I didn't expect you to come to your door yourself. Anyone who dares to touch me, please don't leave today."
"Brother Prince, I misunderstood, it really has nothing to do with me." What shocked ** was that Liu Ziguang was so frightened that he went up to beg for mercy. His voice was trembling, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes. His hands were shaking, and his knees were almost bent.
At this scene, the prince's eyes widened in laughter: "Please, beg me, kneel down and beg me. Clean your vagina and let me do it. If I'm happy, maybe I won't kill you..."
Before he finished speaking, Liu Ziguang took action. The swinging stick that he had used as a gun to scare Da Fei was instantly shaken out and struck the wrists of the two men with guns in front of them with lightning speed.
Before the scream could even leave his throat, Zhuo Li's fist and Bei Xiaoshuai's blade arrived.
The other two young men of the prince brother were about to draw their guns, but they could not catch up with Liu Ziguang's extremely fast and hard asp swing and the close contact between his wrists and knees. The pain caused by the close contact between his wrists and knees was not something that ordinary people could bear. The two boys lay down screaming like killing pigs.
He was convulsing on the ground, but he still had no ability to resist.
After solving the four horsemen, Liu Ziguang banged his stick on the ground and put it into his sleeve. He took out a cigarette and lit it without looking. He puffed out a puff of smoke behind him and said, "I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Liu Ziguang."