[At that time, when the gangster rushed over, I was only a few meters away from him, no more than ten meters away at most. The other guy was running very fast at the time. If he had shot at me first, I probably wouldn’t be able to chat like this today.
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[That guy is holding a spray gun in his hand. It’s half as long as an arm. It’s so thick. It’s really. I think it could smash my head with it. 】
[I was dumbfounded when I fired the gun. Have you ever seen a Frisbee? That guy hit that pad like a Frisbee, and the parts were scattered in the air!]
[There is no blood in the sky. Pade is not a human, he is a tablet!]
Lao Twelve drank until midnight and did not dare to sleep, so he drank water among the family members.
He came and went again and let him blow until morning.
By this time, Lao Twelve was no longer sleepy. He suddenly realized that although yesterday was dangerous, nothing happened to him. Not only that, last night's experience would allow him to continue to boast for decades to come.
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Unless gun control is relaxed in the country, the possibility of ordinary people encountering such a thing is too low. The possibility of surviving is even lower.
The people in the village were also very excited. It is rare to hear such exciting stories at such a close distance. Although everyone seems to be very rich, and they are indeed very rich, life in Ningtai County is still county-style life. In Jiangcun Community
Our life is more like the life in the village period, which is relatively boring, especially now that everyone's life is better, there are fewer twists and difficulties, and there is less material for chatting.
Therefore, last night, Lao Twelve stayed up all night, and there were hundreds of people in Jiangcun who stayed with him for half the night.
Some people stayed with me for the rest of the night, and some people woke up after a nap and found that there were 99+ messages in the group. They kept reading and couldn't sleep for the rest of the night.
Of course, among Jiangcun’s own people, there are inevitably various red envelopes.
Exclusive red envelopes for Lao Twelve, happy group red envelopes, and password red envelopes to create atmosphere are all distributed non-stop.
While chatting, Lao Twelve grabbed various red envelopes, plus the exclusive red envelopes given by the elders. By early morning, the money he had grabbed was more than Jiang Yongxin's salary for a year. Of course, this is normal, after all, everyone
Opening a car rental shop is not for making money, it’s for a career!
Boom.
Early in the morning, Jiang Yuan was kicked up by his father.
Open your eyes and look at it, it's 8:01, not to mention that Dad is just pinching the spot, which is considered to be very particular.
"I heard that you were shot yesterday?" Jiang Fuzhen looked solemn. He allowed his son to study forensic medicine because he considered that the work environment was simpler and the interpersonal relationships were simpler. If he really didn't want to do it, he would go home and kill a cow.
A sheep can also apply what he has learned.
But he really didn't expect that Jiang Yuan would be in danger at every turn this day.
Jiang Yuan sat up and was still a little confused. After thinking for a while, he didn't speak immediately. He first picked up the water glass from the bedside table and took a sip, then poured some water, purred, washed his face, and then woke up. He said honestly: "Then
The man was premeditated. He must have stepped in in advance. He planned for us to come at an unmonitored intersection, threw something on the road to puncture the tire, waited for us to get out of the car, and ambushed him with a gun. He also took it with him.
With a long knife over one meter, the success rate is quite high."
If Jiang Yuan was prevaricating, Jiang Fuzhen would probably be worried for a while, but Jiang Yuan made it so clear that Jiang Fuzhen immediately started to think.
Although money comes easily, Jiangfuzhen still needs a little brains to deal with things from time to time.
After a long while, Jiang Fuzhen asked: "Then what measures will you take next?"
"Strengthen your defenses." Jiang Yuan paused and said, "Some national leaders, such as the Prime Minister of Japan, may only have two or three bodyguards around them. I have already brought many."
"Then how can we strengthen our defenses?"
"Daily awareness of preparedness is still the most important. Secondly, you can also increase equipment, you can also increase manpower appropriately, and adjust travel methods. If necessary, you can also temporarily increase personnel and equipment." Jiang Yuan said a few points casually, and then said: "
I work as a police officer, so I have to protect myself better than people in other professions."
Jiang Fuzhen thought for a while and nodded slightly: "That makes sense. Even if you are not a police officer, you should have a few bodyguards around you."
"Really." Jiang Yuan wiped his face randomly with the quilt, got up and got out of bed, and said, "I also think that it is nothing new for someone to want to kill me or arrest me."
Jiang Fuzhen agreed and put forward a new idea: "Is it appropriate if we hire a few bodyguards to follow you to work?"
…
Jiang Yuan decisively left home to go to work when his father gradually began to have wild thoughts.
Accompanying us were still an Alfa, two Geely vehicles with local license plates, and two leading motorcycles.
It doesn't seem like much, but that's compared to the scenes on TV. As far as the environment in Ningtai County is concerned, there is nothing major, and the big boss in the county doesn't go out so grandly.
When I came back late yesterday, the convoy drove into the garage quietly.
We drove out today just before noon. The old men and women basking in the sun had not left yet, and the young people who had slept late got up to look for food. The Jiangcun community was full of people again, and it was bustling with activity.
The car drove out with its lights flashing, which really surprised many people.
"Jiang Yuan is a bit grand."
In front of the small shop, the old people pointed and pointed.
"I was almost assassinated, that's how it should be." If someone is more in tune with the rhythm, I will immediately restart this topic that has been discussed all morning.
Some elderly people are still puzzled: "Is the purpose of assassinating the forensic doctor to steal the body?"
“It’s time for our community to hire more people.”
"The security now is pretty good. If there isn't a police box in front of us, who can assassinate us?"
"Your ex-wife?"
"Well...it's really time to hire more people."
While he was talking, Jiang Yuan's motorcade passed by. Jiang Yuan got off the car and said hello to the uncles and aunts of the intelligence team in front of the small shop.
"Good boy, please be safe."
"Don't be too desperate. If you encounter danger again, think about your home. There are still so many buildings waiting for you to inherit."
“Remember to collect the red envelope!”
Everyone spoke one after another, and their attitude towards Jiang Yuan was very cordial.
No matter how you say it, you can be regarded as a child who helps the Jiang family, even if he is assassinated, it feels quite honorable to tell it!
…
Jiang Yuan entered the yard of the criminal police detachment and the motorcade dispersed.
Mu Zhiyang followed Jiang Yuan, changing clothes and going to the anatomy room.
Bian Yizhang's corpse was placed on the autopsy table. Jiang Yuan only glanced at it twice, then turned back to the shelf and took down the box of corpse No. 1.
In the box, a shiny blue dumpling is waiting there:
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