civil forensic

Chapter 1053 Sorting out LV1

Chapter 1053 Sorting out LV1

[At that time, when the bandit rushed over, I was only a few meters away from him, no more than ten meters at most. He ran very fast at that time. If he had shot at me first, I probably wouldn't be able to chat like this today. ]

[The guy was holding a shotgun, half the length of his arm, and it was really thick. I think it would give me a bump if he used it to hit me.]

[I was stunned when he fired the gun. Have you ever seen someone play Frisbee? That guy played the pad like a Frisbee, and the parts were scattered all over the air! ]

[There is no blood in the sky. Pad is not a person, it is a tablet! ]

The twelfth brother drank until midnight and was afraid to go to sleep, so he just chatted in the family group.

After a while, he was blown until morning.

At this time, Old Twelve was no longer sleepy. He suddenly realized that although yesterday was dangerous, he was fine. Not only that, his experience last night would allow him to brag about it for decades to come.

Unless the country relaxes gun control, it is very unlikely for ordinary people to encounter such a thing. The possibility of surviving is even lower.

The villagers were also very excited. It was rare to hear such exciting stories at such a close distance. Although everyone seemed to be very rich, and indeed they were, life in Ningtai County was still a county-style life. Life in Jiangcun was more like life in the village period, which was relatively boring. Especially now that everyone's life is better, there are fewer twists and turns and difficulties, and there is less material for conversation.

Therefore, Lao Twelve did not sleep the whole night last night, and hundreds of people from Jiangcun also stayed with him for half the night.

Some people stayed up until half the night, while some woke up from a nap and found 99+ messages in the group. They read them all and couldn’t sleep in the second half of the night.

Of course, in Jiangcun’s own group, there are also various kinds of red envelopes.

The exclusive red envelopes for Mr. Twelve, the group red envelopes to share in the joy, and the command red envelopes to create an atmosphere are all sent out non-stop.

Old Twelve chatted and grabbed various red envelopes, plus the exclusive red envelopes given by the elders. By the early morning, the money he grabbed was more than Jiang Yongxin's annual salary. Of course, this is normal. After all, everyone opens a car rental shop not to make money, but for a career!

thump.

Early in the morning, Jiang Yuan was kicked awake by his father.

I opened my eyes and saw that it was 8:01. Even if I don't say that my dad was punctual, it was still somewhat particular.

"I heard that you were shot yesterday?" Jiang Fuzhen's expression was solemn. He allowed his son to study forensics because he thought the work environment was simpler and the interpersonal relationships were simpler. If he really didn't want to do it, he could go home and kill a cow or a sheep and put his knowledge into practice.

But he really didn't expect that Jiang Yuan would be in danger all day long.

Jiang Yuan was still a little dazed when he sat up. He thought for a moment before speaking. He first took a sip of water from the bedside table, then poured some water and washed his face. He came to his senses and told the truth: "That man had planned it. He must have planned it in advance, specifically at an intersection without surveillance, and calculated when we would come. He then threw something on the road to puncture the tires, and then waited for us to get out of the car and ambushed us with a gun. He also carried a knife more than one meter long with him, so his success rate was quite high."

If Jiang Yuan had tried to evade the question, Jiang Fuzhen would probably have been worried for a while, but Jiang Yuan explained it so clearly that Jiang Fuzhen immediately began to think.

Although money comes easily, Jiang Fuzhen still needs to use his brain to handle things from time to time.

After a long while, Jiang Fuzhen asked, "So what measures do you have next?"

"Strengthen the defense." Jiang Yuan paused and said, "Some national leaders, like the Japanese Prime Minister, may only have two or three bodyguards with them. I already have a lot."

"Then how can we strengthen our defenses?"

"Daily awareness of prevention is still the most important. Secondly, we can also increase equipment, increase manpower appropriately, and adjust travel methods. If necessary, we can temporarily increase personnel and equipment." Jiang Yuan casually mentioned a few points, and then said: "I am a policeman, and I have to protect myself better than people in other industries."

Jiang Fuzhen thought for a while and nodded slightly: "That makes sense. Even if you don't want to be a policeman, you should have a few bodyguards around you."

"Is that so?" Jiang Yuan wiped his face with the quilt, got up from the bed, and said, "I also think that it's nothing new that someone wants to kill me or arrest me."

Jiang Fuzhen agreed and proposed a new idea: "Would it be appropriate if we hired a few bodyguards to follow you to work?"

……

When his father began to have wild thoughts, Jiang Yuan decisively left home to go to work.

There was still an Alpha, two Geely cars with local license plates, and two leading motorcycles.

It may not seem like much, but that's compared to the scenes on TV. In Ningtai County, unless something big happens, the big boss of the county won't be so exaggerated when he goes out.

When we came back late yesterday, this convoy drove quietly into the garage.

When we drove out today, it was just before noon. The old men and women who were basking in the sun had not left yet, and the young people who slept late were getting up to look for food. The Jiangcun community was full of people and it was bustling with activity. A string of cars drove out with their lights flashing, which really startled quite a few people.

"Jiang Yuan, this is a bit grand."

In front of the grocery store, the old people were pointing and talking.

"He was almost assassinated, that's what it is." Someone who was more in tune with the pace immediately restarted the topic that had been discussed all morning.

Some elderly people are still puzzled: "Assassinating the medical examiner, is it to steal the body?"

"We should hire more people in our community."

"The security is pretty good now. There's a police booth right in front of us. Who would want to assassinate us?"

"Your ex-wife?"

"Well...it's time to hire more people."

As they were talking, Jiang Yuan's motorcade passed by. Jiang Yuan got off the car and greeted the uncles and aunts of the intelligence team in front of the store.

"Good boy, be safe."

"Don't try too hard. If you run into danger again, think about your family. There are still so many buildings waiting for you to inherit."

"Remember to accept the red envelope!"

Everyone started talking and were very friendly towards Jiang Yuan.

No matter how you look at it, he is a child who brings honor to the Jiang family. Even if it was something like the assassination attempt, it feels very face-saving to tell others about it!

……

Jiang Yuan entered the yard of the Criminal Police Detachment and the convoy dispersed.

Mu Zhiyang followed Jiang Yuan, changed his clothes, and went to the autopsy room.

Bian Yizhan's body was placed on the dissecting table. Jiang Yuan only took a quick look at it, then turned back and took down the box containing body number one from the shelf.

Inside the box, a blue ball was waiting there, sparkling brightly:

Xu Li's Legacy: Sorting (LV1) - The life of a stock clerk is lonely. From the warehouse to the shelves, whether he looks up or down, customers always regard him as an obstacle rather than a living person. Xu Li sorted out his life and felt that he was always an obstacle to the people around him. He is an orphan, a definite social obstacle, and perhaps also an obstacle in his parents' lives. Xu Li never thought about looking for his parents, but he did want to get rid of his obstacle-like identity. He learned to smoke, not because of anxiety or sadness, but because the owner of the tobacco shop talked interestingly and seemed to be able to guide his life...