When the phone rang for the second time, Huang Qiangmin, who was in a deep sleep state, suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and clasped the phone, his heart beating wildly.
During the years when I was the captain of the criminal police brigade, the most unhappy thing was that the phone would ring late at night. The saddest thing was that most of the time, it was because something really bad had happened, or important people were involved, and I had to avoid it.
Can't avoid it.
Huang Qiangmin has now resigned from the position of captain of the criminal police brigade and is working full-time as the political commissar of the Ningtai County Bureau. His work was originally a little easier, and there were far fewer phone calls at night. But today's call gave him a bad premonition.
"I'm Huang Qiangmin." Huang Qiangmin opened his phone and signed up first. His hands were still shaking a little. That was because of the adrenaline.
"Political Commissar Huang, a shot was fired." Wang Chuanxing also reported the situation immediately.
Huang Qiangmin's hand trembled: "Is anyone dead?"
"The murderer is dead. The pad was shot." Wang Chuanxing hoped to describe the situation as clearly and concisely as possible.
When Huang Qiangmin heard this, he was suddenly startled, his heart trembled again, and he asked: "Who is Paide?"
"Uh, it's a tablet." Wang Chuanxing answered in a softer voice.
"You kid!" Huang Qiangmin slowly got up and asked, "Is Jiang Yuan okay?"
"fine."
Huang Qiangmin felt completely relaxed: "What is the murderer running for? Please explain the situation to me."
…
Ten minutes later, half of the Ningtai County police officers were called.
There were more than twenty cars arriving at the scene of the incident, and the most egregious one was two hearses.
By the time Huang Qiangmin arrived at the scene, Jiang Yuan was already surrounded by people on three levels inside and three outside.
"Are you okay?" Although Huang Qiangmin already knew the situation, he still had to ask Jiang Yuan to feel at ease.
Jiang Yuan nodded and said, "I'm fine, I just broke a pad."
"I know, a tablet, right? If that thing breaks, it will break!" Huang Qiangmin was furious. What time was it, and he was still pulling these gadgets.
Jiang Yuan: "Wang Chuanxing hooked the murderer with his pad and fired, otherwise he would die."
Only then did Huang Qiangmin realize that Jiang Yuan was writing a credit book for Wang Chuanxing.
"What is the purpose of this guy?" This is what Huang Qiangmin thought about all the time and was puzzled. No one on his side was lost, and the murderer died on the spot. He couldn't be here to die personally.
Mu Zhiyang stood in front of him, but he was still in shock. At this time, he said: "If Chuanxing hadn't reacted quickly, threw the PAD out, and led the murderer to fire the first shot, I would have been dead. Moreover, the murderer was holding a
It's like a sawed-off double-barreled shotgun with two rounds of bullets, so whoever dares to pick the gun off my body will be hit a second time."
Huang Qiangmin was stunned for a moment, and then he realized why everyone was talking about Paide Paide after coming here.
Huang Qiangmin then patted Wang Chuanxing twice: "Good job."
Wang Chuanxing grinned: "Fortunately, I was standing close. If no one had picked up the gun at that time, I would have been hit a second time, and I would have died as well."
Huang Qiangmin was standing at the scene at this time, looking at the marked position of the body, and then looking at the positions of Jiang Yuan and others at that time, and he could almost reproduce the scene in his mind.
He is a veteran policeman. When he first joined the police force, the gun ban was not that strict, so he knew the consequences of facing large-caliber firearms with bare hands.
In China before the 2000s, sawn-off shotguns and double-barreled shotguns were almost standard equipment for active organizations. Powerful mine owners also liked to buy these items to compete for mines and tenants. Huang Qiangmin was beaten to death many times.
They look like people. Most of them are fierce men with strong bodies and abdominal muscles.
If Jiang Yuan's shot had not hit Bian Yizhang between the eyebrows, but had only hit the limbs or abdomen, or even hit some parts of the chest, there would have been more casualties at the scene.
Huang Qiangmin suddenly felt frightened at this moment.
The word "swordsman and gun without eyesight" sounds light when you say it, but when it falls on yourself, it is really heavy.
"You can't go back and forth alone like this again." Huang Qiangmin grabbed Jiang Yuan's arm, fearing that he would just disappear.
Next to them, Mu Zhiyang, Wang Chuanxing and Wen Ming: Huh?
Jiang Yuan said helplessly: "Mu Zhiyang is carrying a gun this time. The four of us in a car are already very safe."
"What's the point of safety? Your group was almost wiped out this time. We must strengthen our security." Huang Qiangmin also got a little angry. He also saw the long knife carried by the murderer. The blade of the thing was one meter upward, and there were thirty
If the handle of the knife with a centimeter upwards is in the hands of someone who knows how to use it, hacking four people to death is like playing for fun.
Jiang Yuan shook his head: "There aren't many such perverts."
Jiang Yuan also guessed what Bian Yizhang was thinking after seeing the weapons he carried with him.
In fact, let alone a sharp blade more than one meter long, it is just a kitchen knife. In the daily police handling at the police station, it is easy to cause injuries.
Huang Qiangmin didn't argue with Jiang Yuan, he just said: "Others may not encounter many perverts, so you don't have to go to perverts in the end."
Jiang Yuan was unable to refute for a moment.
After Huang Qiangmin finished speaking, he took out his cell phone and began to use the summoning technique.
Tonight will definitely be a sleepless night for most of the policemen participating in the war, but Jiang Yuan will definitely have to go back to sleep, so appropriate defense forces must be arranged.
After a while, two police cars and two police motorcycles drove over together.
"That's it for today. Let's have a meeting later to study the specific plan and come up with a strategy that can be maintained in the long term." Huang Qiangmin also guessed part of Jiang Yuan's thoughts and said bluntly: "With as few manpower as possible and as comprehensive arrangements as possible, this will
More appropriate."
"Or should I bring a gun myself?" Jiang Yuan did not dare to say that he would not defend himself. If Mu Zhiyang had not brought a gun this time, he might have been beaten to death.
In comparison, Jiang Yuan felt that carrying a pistol was more comfortable than carrying several cars of people.
Huang Qiangmin shook his head: "You can carry a gun, but you can't just carry a gun."
"Okay." Jiang Yuan saw that it was getting late, so he stopped nagging, got in the car and went home to sleep.
He was also very tired, and because of his nervousness just now, he really needed sleep urgently. The corpses of Bian Yizhang and others could be dealt with until tomorrow. After all, it was no longer an urgent matter. Besides, whether it was anatomy or scarring,
Examination also requires a foundation of IQ and energy.
The two motorcycles went ahead, then drove Jiang Yuan and others back to Jiangcun Community with lights on and no sirens on.
There is a night owl version of Jiangcun people who are drinking, eating and chatting downstairs. When they see a group of police cars walking down the river, they just wave to them to come and have a drink.
"Another day, I just touched a dead person." Jiang Yuan explained in a very down-to-earth manner. He said hello to the cousins behind the motorcade and left first.
The policemen who came with him were also arranged in the guest rooms. Jiang Yuan owns many properties in Changyang City, Beijing and other places where he often visits. It is common to arrange accommodation for his colleagues. This is not the first time for the Jiang family to come. Everyone is very happy.
A familiar road.
On the other hand, Lao Twelve and others had never experienced a gunfight. Although only two shots were fired at the scene, the dead were really dead.
Until now, several people were still in shock and did not want to go home at all, so they joined the drinking table on the spot.
"Don't tell me, Jiang Yuan's first-class and second-class merit is really not something ordinary people can achieve." Lao Twelve poured himself a full teacup of white wine, drank it with a gulp, and then his eyes brightened.
became emotional.
I have lost my sense of smell and taste. Maybe I have a different cold. I feel much better today.
