In order to escort Liu Ziguang, a serious criminal, traffic control was implemented on the Huaijiang Bridge, and the one-way lane was closed. Only this convoy was speeding at a speed of 100 kilometers on the wide road.
The driver of the armored vehicle was shot and fell unconscious, with blood flowing all over the floor. The injured man’s foot was pressed firmly on the accelerator. The speed of the vehicle was getting higher and higher. From time to time, it hit the cement isolation pier in the middle of the road, causing a string of sparks. The police car in front
The people realized that an emergency had occurred and immediately stepped on the brakes to stop the armored vehicle. However, how could the thin off-road vehicle withstand the impact of the armored vehicle? It was knocked aside with a loud bang.
Liu Ziguang quickly checked the driver's injury, pulled off the anti-terrorist hood on the driver's head, and pressed it on the wound to temporarily stop the bleeding. Suddenly, a string of bullets came through, cracking the bulletproof glass.
In the police car fifty meters ahead, two special police officers opened the back door and fired at Liu Ziguang with their Type 79 submachine guns. However, the power of the pistol bullets was limited and they could not even penetrate the bulletproof glass, let alone the armor.
The SWAT officers were so nervous that the twenty-round magazine was emptied in an instant, but there was no effect at all. As they were hurriedly changing the magazine, they saw a gun barrel sticking out of the armored vehicle.
Liu Ziguang held the steering wheel with his left hand, picked up an automatic rifle with his right hand, stretched out the car and pulled the trigger. All three shots fired were short bursts. The bullets hit the rear of the police car with great accuracy, shattering two tail lights. The SWAT policemen hurriedly
Lie down and seek cover, no one dares to look up.
"Take measures quickly!" Director Shangguan, who was in the last car, shouted sternly, but the situation was completely chaotic. There was a lot of noise on the intercom. The leaders of the provincial department, the corps, and the municipal bureau were all noisy and using famous names.
Orders only caused greater chaos. Everyone lacked experience in coordinated operations, and they were all blinded when encountering unexpected situations.
At the critical moment, the armed police force still showed strong combat effectiveness. Deputy Chief of Staff Chen ordered snipers to shoot at the tires of the armored vehicles. The soldiers opened the skylight and got out, and fired decisively. The bullets hit the tires of the armored vehicles, but it seemed to have no effect.
"Those are bulletproof tires!" someone shouted.
The soldiers became anxious and picked up the weapon and fired indiscriminately. The bullets hit the armored vehicle, like dense raindrops hitting the iron roof. Deputy Chief of Staff Chen pulled the wind belt of his big-brimmed hat over his chin and snatched it from the soldiers' hands.
With an eighty-one stick, he drilled out of the skylight and aimed at the armored vehicle, and at the same time ordered: "Charge forward and overtake!"
Although the armored vehicle had bulletproof tires, its speed inevitably slowed down after being shot. The police car quickly overtook it. Deputy Chief of Staff Chen aimed his gun at the windshield of the armored vehicle and was about to pull the trigger when he saw a pistol sticking out of the window of the other vehicle.
With a bang, I felt a chill on my head, and the policeman's hat was knocked off.
Deputy Chief of Staff Chen was startled and immediately retreated into the car. He touched his head with lingering fear, his scalp was burning with pain.
The roar of helicopters was heard in the sky, and reinforcements finally appeared. At the same time, the traffic patrol police who were enforcing traffic control at the bridge also urgently laid portable roadblocks. Everyone lay down behind the shelter and waited.
This armored vehicle was modified from a deposit vehicle. Its bulletproof effect is far inferior to that of military vehicles. After being ravaged by hundreds of rounds of bullets, it was overwhelmed and the windshield was completely shattered. Liu Ziguang decisively pulled the handbrake, and the heavy armored vehicle drifted sideways.
On the road, the rear of the car was facing the isolation pier in the middle of the road. He kicked the back door of the car and leaped onto the isolation pier with a tiger leap.
Bullets came like a hailstorm, and cement debris flew everywhere, but none of them hit the target. Liu Ziguang's movements were beyond imagination. He jumped directly off the isolation pier and rushed into the rolling traffic on the opposite lane.
The Huaijiang Bridge is an important transportation thoroughfare connecting the north and south shores. Although it is the Chinese New Year period, there are still many vehicles traveling between urban and rural areas. Many drivers have witnessed this chase and shootout scene that is comparable to Hollywood blockbusters. They are still shocked.
Suddenly I saw someone crossing the road, and I didn't have time to dodge, so I ran straight into him.
The sniper on the helicopter once aimed at Liu Ziguang, but the traffic was rolling and the target was fleeting. There was no chance to shoot. Just as the target was about to disappear, several police officers jumped out of the police car, held their pistols high, climbed up the isolation pier and chased him.
, a young Jiangbei criminal policeman moved the fastest, climbed up the concrete isolation pier, pointed his gun at Liu Ziguang's back and shouted: "Stop! The gun is on!"
As soon as he finished speaking, gunfire rang out. A comrade from the provincial department raised his pistol with both hands and fired continuously. Bang bang bang, several shots were as crisp as popping beans. Liu Ziguang did not pause at all. The car sped past him, the piercing whistle blaring.
The sound echoed throughout the bridge, and everyone watched helplessly as Liu Ziguang, who had rushed to the guardrail of the bridge, jumped and disappeared under the bridge.
A driver was frightened by the sound of gunshots and suddenly stepped on the brakes, triggering a series of rear-end accidents. Tragedies occurred one after another on the bridge. While the police officers were rescuing the injured, they rushed to the guardrail and looked down. The rolling river stretched as far as the eye could see. Liu Ziguang was nowhere to be seen.
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"I hit him!" the comrade from the provincial department shouted loudly.
The criminal police from the Jiangbei City Bureau glanced at the road and the guardrail, and there was no trace of blood at all.
The helicopter was hovering in the sky, searching carefully for the target. The flat-bottomed boats that usually transported coal, cement, and sand had stopped sailing. The vast river was extremely empty, with only some large ice floes flowing down the river.
Director Shangguan, surrounded by a group of subordinates, came to the bridge, looked down, and said: "It is impossible for people to survive ten minutes in this water temperature. We immediately sent a boat to search, and organized people to conduct a dragnet along both sides of the bank."
Search, you want to see the corpse if you are dead, and you want to see the person alive."
"Yes!" The policemen scattered.
"Director, please come and take a look." Han Guang from the Jiangbei Police shouted while standing next to the armored vehicle.
Director Shangguan walked over and saw that the armored vehicle had been riddled with holes. However, several special police officers in the vehicle suffered from skin trauma and concussion. Only the driver was shot in the chest, but he had been bandaged to stop the bleeding. See
It doesn't look too bad.
"What do you want to say?" Director Shangguan looked directly at Han Guang.
"Liu Ziguang bandaged him." Han Guang looked at Director Shangguan without fear.
Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and all units are on holiday. Even if Director Han personally calls to coordinate the command, the efficiency will not be high. By the time the patrol boat from the Shuangshui Urban Management Bureau arrives, it will already be two hours later.
When the staff heard that the body would be recovered, they all shook their heads and said it was not possible.
The main task of the above-water urban management bureau is to salvage garbage or blue-green algae from the river surface. There is no experience in salvaging corpses in deep water. After thinking about it, we decided that it would be most appropriate to ask professional divers from the Navy or the Bureau of Oceanography to salvage it. However, Jiangbei is inland.
It will probably take a few days for the city to call in divers. The most convenient way now is to invite fishermen who specialize in salvaging corpses in the Jiangchazi area.
Police officers searching along both sides of the strait also sent reports, saying that they had searched five kilometers away and found nothing.
Everyone was discussing messily, and the time passed by. Director Shangguan sighed, walked to the side, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number: "The mission failed, k is on the run."
The other party said something, and Director Shangguan nodded repeatedly.
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The river was rolling down the river, and a huge ice floe was floating in the river. There was an inconspicuous hole in the ice, and a reed pipe stuck out. Liu Ziguang, who was under the water, was calculating the speed and distance of the floating ice.
, swam towards the river, and finally landed on the grassy river beach.
Suddenly, there was a roar of a car. Liu Ziguang hurriedly lay down in the grass about half a man tall. Hearing the sound of the engine, it must be the Cheetah off-road vehicle equipped by the armed police force. The police car stopped not far away, and then there was a chaotic opening and closing of doors.
The sounds of voices and footsteps were mixed with one or two ferocious barks.
Liu Ziguang pulled out the pistol from his waist and took a look at it. Water was dripping from the magazine. Although the design standard for firearms is that they can still be used after being soaked in muddy water, it is still better to be careful at critical moments. He listened to the sound in the distance.
There was movement while quickly disassembling the pistol.
Judging from the sounds, four soldiers were searching the riverside with police dogs, and two cadres were smoking and chatting on the bank. Their conversation drifted into Liu Ziguang's ears.
"The case is quite big. I heard that the deputy director of the corps personally took action."
"I also heard that Lao Chen was shot. His hat flew off and he almost got a headshot."
"What's the background of the criminal? His marksmanship is so accurate."
"I don't know, he seems to be a veteran. Hey, these days... you know."
Liu Ziguang looked back at the place where he climbed up. Several deep footprints in the mud were particularly eye-catching. The police dog was getting closer and closer.
Both hands moved faster, quickly assembling the simply cleaned pistol, slowly pulling the bolt, and loading the gun.
"Okay, let's withdraw. We're already eight fucking kilometers away, and even gods can't swim here." The leading cadre dropped his cigarette butts and said hello. The soldiers immediately retreated and the sound of car engines gradually faded away.
, Liu Ziguang felt a sharp pain in his back. He reached out and touched it, and found a bright red patch.
He took off his wet clothes, tore off a piece of cloth and tied the wound. He got up and slowly walked forward. He found a corner to shelter from the wind and sat down. Cold sweat was already dripping on his forehead.
He piled some hay on the ground, took out two bullets from the pistol, took out the dagger and pulled out the bullet. The gunpowder in one cartridge case was sprinkled on the hay, and the other cartridge case was still filled back into the chamber. He pulled the trigger, and the gun*
*A ball of flame burst out and ignited the dry grass.
He wiped the mud off his body with the dagger, put it on the fire for a while, took out the magazine and bit it in his mouth, pulled off the cloth bandaging the wound, and inserted the slightly red tip of the knife into the wound. A stream of flesh was burnt.
When the smell came, Liu Ziguang groaned, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
The tip of the knife picked out a deformed Type 64 bullet. He put away the bullet, roasted the dagger on the flame for a while, and then pressed it on the wound, making a sizzling sound similar to Korean Teppanyaki.
Come.
The bullet was taken out and the bleeding stopped. At this time, the sky had darkened and the roar of helicopters was heard in the sky. Liu Ziguang quickly stamped out the fire and waited quietly for a while until the sound of the helicopter faded away. Then he stood up and faced
I walked slowly toward the road, my pace much heavier than usual.