civil forensic

Chapter 1052 Nothing

Chapter 1052 Nothing

beep.

beep...

When the cell phone rang for the second time, Huang Qiangmin, who was in a deep sleep, suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and grabbed the phone, his heart pounding.

The most unpleasant thing during my years as a criminal police captain was the ringing of the phone in the middle of the night. The saddest thing was that most of the time, it was because something really bad had happened or it involved important people, and there was no way to avoid it.

Huang Qiangmin has now resigned as the captain of the criminal police brigade and is now a full-time political commissar of the Ningtai County Bureau. His work is easier and he receives fewer calls at night. But today's call gave him a bad feeling.

"I'm Huang Qiangmin." Huang Qiangmin opened his mobile phone and signed up first. His hands were shaking a little, because of the adrenaline.

"Political Commissar Huang, shooting has been launched." Wang Chuanxing also reported the situation immediately.

Huang Qiangmin's hand trembled: "Is someone dead?"

"The murderer is dead. Pad was shot." Wang Chuanxing hoped to describe the situation as clearly and briefly as possible.

Huang Qiangmin was shocked when he heard this. His heart trembled again. He asked, "Who is Paide?"

"Uh, it's a tablet computer." Wang Chuanxing answered in a lower voice.

"You kid!" Huang Qiangmin slowly got up from the bed and asked, "Is Jiang Yuan okay?"

"fine."

Huang Qiangmin was completely relieved: "What was the murderer after? Tell me the situation in detail."

……

Ten minutes later, half of the police officers in Ningtai County Bureau were called up.

There were more than twenty cars that arrived at the scene, the most outrageous of which were two hearses.

When Huang Qiangmin arrived at the scene, Jiang Yuan was already surrounded by three layers of people.

"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, just a pad was broken."

"I know, it's a tablet computer, right? If it's broken, it's broken!" Huang Qiangmin got furious. What time is it, and he is still talking about these little things.

Jiang Yuan: "Wang Chuanxing used the pad to hook the murderer and fired a shot, otherwise someone would have died."

Huang Qiangmin then realized that Jiang Yuan was writing a credit book for Wang Chuanxing.

"Well done, Chuanxing." Huang Qiangmin patted Wang Chuanxing's shoulder hard, really hard.

Wang Chuanxing grinned.

"What is this guy's purpose?" This is what Huang Qiangmin thought about all the way, but he couldn't figure it out. No one on his side was lost, and the murderer died on the spot. He couldn't have come to die himself.

Mu Zhiyang was standing in front of him, still somewhat frightened. He said, "If Chuan Xing hadn't reacted quickly and thrown out the PAD, leading the murderer to fire the first shot, I would have been dead. Moreover, the murderer was holding a sawed-off double-barreled shotgun with two bullets. Whoever dared to pick up the gun from my body would have to take the second shot."

Huang Qiangmin was stunned, and then he realized why everyone was talking about Paide Paide after he came here.

Huang Qiangmin patted Wang Chuanxing twice again: "Good job."

Wang Chuanxing grinned: "It's not bad, I was standing close, if no one picked up the gun, I would have been hit the second time and would have died just the same."

Huang Qiangmin was standing at the scene at this time. He looked at the location where the body was circled, and then looked at the locations of Jiang Yuan and others at that time. He could almost reproduce the scene in his mind.

He is a veteran policeman. When he first joined the police force, gun prohibition was not so strict. He knew too well the consequences of facing large-caliber firearms with bare hands.

In China before the 00s, sawn-off shotguns and double-barreled shotguns were almost standard equipment for active organizations. Powerful mine owners also liked to buy these things to compete for mines and tenants. Huang Qiangmin had seen the appearance of people who were beaten to death many times. Most of them were fierce men with strong bodies and abdominal muscles.

If Jiang Yuan's shot had not hit Bian Yizhang between the eyebrows, but only hit his limbs or abdomen, or even some part of his chest, there might have been more casualties at the scene.

Huang Qiangmin suddenly felt a sense of fear at this moment.

The sword and the gun have no eyes. This phrase sounds light, but it feels really heavy when it happens to you.

"You can't travel back and forth alone like this again." Huang Qiangmin grabbed Jiang Yuan's arm, fearing that he would disappear like this.

Mu Zhiyang, Wang Chuanxing and Wen Ming next to them: Huh?

Jiang Yuan said helplessly: "Mu Zhiyang brought a gun this time. There are four of us in one car, so it's safe."

"What do you mean by safety? You almost died this time. We must strengthen our security." Huang Qiangmin was also a little angry. He also saw the long knife that the murderer was carrying. The blade of that thing was more than one meter long, and the handle was more than 30 centimeters long. If it fell into the hands of someone who knew how to use it, it would be easy to kill four people.

Jiang Yuan shook his head: "There aren't many perverts like this."

After seeing the weapons that Bian Yizhang carried with him, Jiang Yuan also guessed what he was thinking.

In fact, let alone a sharp blade that is more than one meter long, even a kitchen knife can easily cause injuries during daily police work in the police station.

Huang Qiangmin did not argue with Jiang Yuan, but said, "Other people may not have encountered many perverts, but you will eventually run into a pervert."

Jiang Yuan was at a loss for words for a moment.

After Huang Qiangmin finished speaking, he took out his mobile phone and started to cast summoning spells.

Tonight will definitely be a sleepless night for most of the police officers involved in the operation, but Jiang Yuan must go back to sleep, so appropriate security forces must be arranged.

After a while, two police cars and two police motorcycles drove over.

"That's it for today. We'll have a meeting later to study the specific plan and come up with a strategy that can be maintained in the long run." Huang Qiangmin also guessed some of Jiang Yuan's thoughts and said bluntly: "It would be more appropriate to use as few people as possible and make the arrangements as comprehensive as possible."

"Or should I bring a gun myself?" Jiang Yuan didn't dare to say that he didn't want protection. If Mu Zhiyang hadn't brought a gun this time, he might have been beaten to death.

In comparison, Jiang Yuan felt it was more comfortable to carry a pistol rather than leading several cars of people.

Huang Qiangmin shook his head: "You can bring a gun, but just bringing a gun is not enough."

"Okay." Jiang Yuan saw that it was getting late, so he stopped talking and got in the car to go home and sleep.

He was also exhausted, and coupled with the tension just now, he really needed sleep. The bodies of Bian Yizhang and others could be dealt with tomorrow, after all, it was no longer an urgent matter. Moreover, whether it was autopsy or trace examination, it also required intelligence and energy.

The two motorcycles went first, then took Jiang Yuan and others back to Jiangcun Community with lights on and no horns.

There was a night owl version of Jiangcunren, who was drinking, eating skewers and chatting downstairs. When he saw Jiang Yuan getting out of a police car, he just waved and called him to come over for a drink.

"Another day. I just encountered a dead person." Jiang Yuan's explanation was very down-to-earth. He said hello to his cousins ​​behind the convoy and left.

The police officers who came with him were also arranged in the guest rooms. Jiang Yuan had many properties in Changyang City, Beijing and other places he often visited, so it was common for him to arrange accommodation for his colleagues. It was not the first time that the Jiang family came, so everyone was familiar with the place.

However, Lao Twelve and others had never experienced a gunfight. Although only two shots were fired at the scene, people really died.

Until now, several people were still in shock and didn't want to go home at all, so they joined the table drinking.

"You're right, Jiang Yuan's first-class and second-class merit awards are not something that ordinary people can get." Old Twelve poured himself a full teacup of white wine, drank it with a gulp, and then sighed with bright eyes.

I lost my sense of smell and taste. I might have a more serious cold. I feel much better today.