Chapter 91: He Didn't Fire a Single Shot Without Purpose

“What’s with that girl!” Qu Tuotuo’s voice rose in anger, abandoning all subtlety as she sharply slapped his thigh.

“I meant, I let you kiss her!”

“You?” Yu Dazhang looked at her in confusion.

“You know them?”

“What?!” Qu Tuotuo, furious, pinched his arm hard.

At this moment, in the branch bureau’s technical division.

“Any results yet?” Li Jun asked as he walked inside.

“Done,” replied a technician.

“The results came out half an hour ago; we were just about to deliver them to you.”

“I’ll take them myself,” Li Jun said with a sigh.

“The headquarters has pressed me twice already.”

The technician handed him a report and a Type 92 service pistol.

“The gunpowder residue on the weapon matches the bullet marks at the scene.”

As if recalling something, the technician looked uneasy.

Li Jun immediately noticed his oddness.

“Just say it—there’s no one else here.”

The technician hesitated, then continued:

“The Type 92, 9mm caliber, 15-round magazine—after firing all rounds, this gun didn’t fire a single extra shot.”

“What do you mean?” Li Jun didn’t understand.

“All bullets were spent—why would it fire again? Be clear.”

He sensed the man’s remarks went beyond forensic analysis—more like personal speculation.

“Let me put it this way,” the technician said after quickly formulating his words.

“Based on the ballistic evidence at the scene, this gun fired exactly fifteen times—all hits, all vital areas.”

“Under those conditions, the gun never fired a single round with an empty chamber.”

“This suggests…”

Li Jun raised his hand, cutting him off.

If he still didn’t get it, he’d have no right to be a squad leader.

What else could it mean? The implication was obvious.

That rookie remembered exactly how many shots he fired—even in that life-or-death moment!

Every bullet was wasted on a vital point.

What kind of mental composure does that require?!

If it were me… Li Jun mentally simulated the scene, placing himself in it.

After a moment, he shook his head.

Impossible.

I’d charge straight through—but I could never fire while calculating remaining ammo.

This has nothing to do with IQ.

Li Jun knew only absolute confidence enabled calm analysis and steady nerves.

How could a rookie possibly do that?!

“Let this end here,” Li Jun said sternly to the technician.

“This isn’t part of the forensic report—just tell me, don’t spread it. It’ll damage team relations.”

“I know, I know,” the technician hurried to explain.

“I didn’t mean anything by it—just curious. Heard he went to your unit, so I thought you should know—he’s a talent.”

Li Jun caught his subtext.

Whether he’s a talent or not remains to be seen—but he’s definitely not an easy man to handle.

He’d taken Yu Dazhang’s gun precisely to get it to the tech division for forensic analysis.

From the firing patterns, bullet positions, and shell casings, you could reconstruct the shooter’s movements at the scene.

This was mandatory for reconstructing the shooting, and had to be cross-verified with the weapon.

He’d made up an excuse to avoid making Yu Dazhang overthink it.

Now it was clear: completely unnecessary.

That kid’s mental resilience was grotesquely strong.

Yu Dazhang knew nothing of this.

His mind was entirely occupied by the trafficking case.

He didn’t even understand why Qu Tuotuo was angry—a couple was happily kissing, and she insisted he join them… Yu Dazhang thought her demand was perverted.

He was a decent man!

Besides, even if the girl offered, the guy shouldn’t accept.

In the end, they parted on bad terms.

Yu Dazhang didn’t chase after her—he simply couldn’t meet her perverted demands.

Back home, he chatted with his parents.

“Went on a date with that girl tonight, right?” Li Xuehe asked.

She still didn’t know Qu Tuotuo’s name.

“Sort of,” Yu Dazhang answered frankly, not hiding anything.

“We had dinner, then sat at the square for a while.”

His mother in his past life had introduced him to countless potential partners.

The number of blind dates alone could fill a million-word urban romance novel—especially the most melodramatic kind.

Please… collect… 6…9…books…!

Modern blind date trio: car, house, savings.

For late-life romance, add pension.

No matter how hard you tried to hide it, you’d still hint at it indirectly.

Yu Dazhang had long grown utterly tired of it.

The only upside? He knew every blind date trick inside out—otherwise he wouldn’t have gotten along so well with those old aunts at the matchmaking corner.

Purely master-level sparring, mutual admiration.

Letting his mother think he and Qu Tuotuo were involved would stop her from setting him up again.

“What’s your relationship with that girl?”

This came from his father, Yu Guangyuan.

Straight to the point.

“Almost friends,” Yu Dazhang replied vaguely—he truly didn’t know how to explain.

“In that ambiguous stage, mutual attraction.”

Romantic relationships were the most complex, with the most varieties: husband-wife, lovers, mistresses, what-have-you.

Then there were female best friends—popular in 2014, now universally despised.

He didn’t feel anything special about Qu Tuotuo—just kept seeing her if things felt good, and stopped if they didn’t.

That’s all.

“If you’re dating, date properly,” Yu Guangyuan scolded.

“Don’t hurt that girl—we Yu family doesn’t produce heartless bastards!”

Dad, you’re outdated—now they just call them trash men… Yu Dazhang quickly declared:

“Yes yes yes, I swear she’ll dump me—I’ll never dump her.”

He didn’t bother explaining further.

If he and Qu Tuotuo ever got together, Qu Wannian would be the first to oppose it.

During their last dinner at her house, Yu Dazhang had seen it clearly—Qu Wannian wanted his precious daughter as far away from him as possible.

After washing up, Yu Dazhang lay in bed but couldn’t sleep—his mind still on the trafficking case’s aftermath.

The municipal bureau taking over meant the case was at least a major criminal case.

The provincial criminal investigation team sending personnel meant it had escalated to a major special case.

If it got worse, the Ministry of Public Security would step in.

Or perhaps… that department would send someone directly.

Trafficking, murder, smuggling, transnational crime…

Very likely!

Yu Dazhang had studied before—State Security’s main duty was preventing and combating acts endangering national security.

This included espionage.

This case involved multiple countries, so…

State Security will definitely investigate!

Thrilling, thrilling—this case is getting bigger and bigger.

(End of chapter)