It was late at night, and both sides of the Huaijiang River were pitch dark. The patrol boats of the Public Security Bureau on the water were still cruising around, and the professional salvage team hired with a lot of money spread fishing nets under the illumination of searchlights, looking for something near the bridge piers.
The helicopters in the sky were still roaring, and bright beams of light shone on the river. On both sides of the river, there were police assistance members holding flashlights and bamboo poles, searching in the grass on the shore.
In the command car, Director Shangguan watched the video taken by the helicopter over and over again. The live video showed that Liu Ziguang never surfaced after falling into the water. The leaders of the provincial department and the municipal bureau determined that the target had fallen into the water and drowned, and only needed to be salvaged downstream.
A corpse is enough, but Director Shangguan stubbornly believes that the target is still alive.
Although Chief Shangguan is not old, she is old enough. It is said that the provincial heavyweight leader personally gave the instructions for the provincial department to cooperate, so everyone respects her and tries to cooperate with her in business matters. However, it is a holiday and the police force
We were already very nervous, but now that hundreds of people were deployed to search and control the situation, it became even more stretched. Although the grassroots police officers had no complaints, there was obviously much room for improvement in work efficiency.
This arrest operation was quite unsuccessful. Three police vehicles, including an armored vehicle, were damaged, and seven police officers were injured, one of whom was seriously injured. In addition, a series of rear-end collisions occurred, in which three people were slightly injured and property was lost.
Millions of dollars.
The only good thing is that there were no casualties. Even the seriously injured police officer saved his life because Liu Ziguang handled it properly and successfully stopped the bleeding. However, all insiders were told that they were not allowed to mention this incident on any occasion.
As for how Liu Ziguang broke free from the one-piece handcuffs and leg shackles, many veteran detectives knew it very well, but no one raised any questions. Director Shangguan didn't seem to be interested in paying attention to these minutiae, so everyone tacitly agreed and let it go.
"If Liu Ziguang had not died, he would have called home." Director Shangguan said.
The criminal police have already conducted surveillance near Liu Ziguang's home in Zhicheng Phase 1. Dozens of special police officers are ambushing the surrounding area, waiting for the target to appear before swarming in. All Liu Ziguang's local social relations phone calls are monitored, and police cars pass by the entrance of Huaqing Pool every few minutes.
All the cameras in the city are in working mode, and it can be said that there is a dense network.
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At Pier 5, all freight operations were stopped on New Year's Day. The cargo yard was deserted. An iodine tungsten lamp hung high on a high pole. Behind the rusty barbed wire, there were mountains of containers.
A figure emerged from the waist-deep withered grass, climbed over the barbed wire quietly, cleverly avoided the surveillance cameras, and came to the door of a container deep in the cargo terminal. He turned the dial of the code lock on the door and gently opened the cargo hold.
The door went in.
After the lights are turned on, the container is like a cave, with lockers on both sides, a folding chair, a camp bed and a tin bucket.
Liu Ziguang took off his still wet clothes and threw them on the ground. He took out a bath towel from the locker to dry the muddy water on his body. He found a new set of clothes and put them on, but he was still topless. He searched in the locker again.
After a while, I took out a medical kit and treated the wound on my back in front of the mirror. The bullets of the Type 6-4 pistol were weak and did not penetrate deeply into the flesh. It seemed that there was no serious problem after moving around.
He took out a small stove from the cabinet, put two pieces of solid alcohol in it, lit it with a lighter, and put a small teapot on it to boil.
While the water was boiling, I took out self-heating dry food for individual soldiers and canned military cans to open. I set up a folding table and put the food on it. After thinking about it, I opened another bottle of Erguotou, rice with vegetables and diced pork, canned beef curry, and peanuts.
Canned rice, compressed seaweed pieces and hot water make a pot of soup. After devouring it, I cleaned up the mess and opened the metal cabinet on the other side.
A row of iron boxes were neatly stacked. Liu Ziguang opened a box with the Russian letters ПП-90 printed on it, took out a metal box wrapped in a tarpaulin, and unfolded it to form a small and exquisite folding submachine gun. He wiped the gun with cotton gauze
butter, removed the magazine, took out a few paper packets and tore them open. Yellow and orange bullets fell on the floor. They were all Soviet-style 9mm pistol bullets.
After filling the magazine with thirty rounds of bullets, he wiped the gun again, folded it into a rectangular metal box, and put it aside. He also took a Type 06 pistol from the cabinet, which was different from a police pistol.
Yes, this one has a 5.8mm caliber and can be shot through ordinary police body armor.
I disassembled the pistol into parts and reassembled it. I continuously tested the trigger force and recoil spring strength. I nodded with satisfaction, loaded a twenty-round magazine, screwed a cylinder on the muzzle and tried again.
Picked them off and put them on the small table.
There were several wooden boxes placed under the cabinet. One of them had white words printed on it: Type 82-2 all-plastic handleless steel ball hand grenade. Liu Ziguang thought for a while and opened the box, took out two more and placed them on the table.
After preparing the weapons, he turned back and opened the closet opposite. It was full of all kinds of clothing. He picked a set of police uniforms and threw them on the camp bed. He opened the drawer and found the corresponding police rank and number, as well as the IDs, and threw them on the bed.
He took out three walkie-talkies and three mobile phones, checked the battery capacity and put them on the table.
He calmly put on his clothes, put on his tie in front of the small mirror in the cabinet, put on his armpit quick-draw holster outside his shirt, inserted the pistol and magazine into the holster, and tried drawing the gun several times in succession.
, hung the grenade on his belt, put on his coat and buttoned it, put on a police multi-functional coat, combed his hair, and put on a police hat.
I put on my black high-waisted Oakley military boots, put a dagger in the boot, and bounced in place a few times to test the portability of the equipment. I walked over and lifted the tarpaulin covering the equipment, revealing an unlicensed off-road vehicle.
motorcycle.
With the submachine gun, walkie-talkie, mobile phone and ID all on his body, Liu Ziguang turned off the lights, opened the container door and pushed the motorcycle out. Although there were only two middle-aged security guards sleeping in the duty room far away on the cargo yard, he still did not start the motorcycle.
I started the motorcycle after pushing it very far.
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The command center of the Public Security Bureau is brightly lit, and various plans are being urgently deployed. All checkpoints have been deployed and controlled. Even a bird cannot fly out of Jiangbei. In fact, the leaders already know that, if this Liu Ziguang is really like Shangguan
If the director says he is invincible, then these methods will not keep him at all. What they are doing now is just fulfilling their responsibilities.
Suddenly, a police officer in charge of monitoring raised his hand: "There is a call coming in from the target's home."
A flash of light flashed in Xie's eyes, and he immediately stood up and said: "Monitor now!"
In the first issue of Sincerity, at Liu Ziguang's house, his parents were still watching TV and waiting for their son to come home. When they heard the phone ringing rapidly, the father picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"
"Dad, it's me. There was an accident in the company today. I have to go out to deal with it. It may take a long time." Liu Ziguang's voice sounded far away.
Dad didn't realize what was happening and asked, "Why are you in such a hurry? When can you come back? Tomorrow there will be relatives and friends coming to pay New Year's greetings."
Liu Ziguang said: "The matter is very difficult. Maybe you will see some news about me in newspapers and TV tomorrow. Don't believe it. It is all slander and frame-up..."
Dad finally realized something was wrong: "What's going on? Where are you now?"
The mother beside her also became nervous: "Old man, what's going on? What's wrong with Xiaoguang?"
"Don't talk." Dad turned back, holding the microphone and said, "Son, what on earth did you get into?"
In the command center of the Public Security Bureau, technicians were working nervously. Detachment Xie asked eagerly: "Can you find the location?"
The technician's head was covered with sweat: "It will take at least five minutes of call time to lock the location of the phone."
The police officers clenched their fists tightly, hoping that Liu Ziguang's family would say a few more words to stop him.
Fortunately, as they wished, the conversation lasted for more than five minutes, and the technician finally locked the location, which was on the rooftop of a building at the intersection of Binjiang Park and Dalian Road.
"Move out!" Detachment Xie gave the order, and a team of special police officers rushed out of the building like tigers leaving their nests, jumped into the police car, and rushed towards the target location without flashing lights or sirens.
The police officers who were patrolling the streets and manning surveillance points also surrounded them from other directions. With the experience and lessons learned in the afternoon, all units are now under the command of Captain Xie, who is familiar with the local situation. The police follow the police information and the efficiency reaches the utilization level.
The highest rate.
The extremely frustrated Director Shangguan did not go out with them, but stayed in the command center.
The special police officers rushed towards the target from all directions. The public security bureau was no more than three kilometers away and quickly arrived at the scene. The helicopter illuminated the rooftop with searchlights in the air. The special police officers filed down and swooped over in a battle formation.
A mobile phone tied to a walkie-talkie was found in the corner of the rooftop.
The SWAT officers were immediately dumbfounded. Team Xie came up from downstairs. After seeing this pile of things, they waved their fists angrily: "This cunning guy!"
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In the command center, Director Shangguan was sitting quietly waiting for news. A policewoman came over and said, "Director, there is someone outside looking for you."
Director Shangguan asked: "Who is looking for me?"
"I don't know, it seems to be from the provincial department." said the policewoman.
Director Shangguan stood up and walked out. As soon as she walked out, something hard hit her waist, and her body immediately froze.
"Liu Ziguang, is that you?"
"Correct answer."
"You dare to shoot here? Are you afraid that you won't be able to escape?" Director Shangguan asked sarcastically.
"Haha, you might as well bet on my courage." Liu Ziguang's voice was more sarcastic, "I brought three guns loaded with bullets, and I was covered with grenades. Not to mention you, a police officer from a prefecture-level city.
Once the game is over, there is enough money to even return to Castle Wolfenstein."