Chapter 109

"Fan, let's go, go press fingerprints." A friend from the same village ran into the hardware store, greeted him, and waited for him to come out.

Chen Fan rubbed his eyes as he came out from the back shop, frowned, and said: "Press what fingerprints? Are you crazy? I haven't broken the law; why should I press fingerprints?"

"Didn't you see the street shouting? Those who open shops have to press fingerprints. If you don't... they didn't say, but I'm afraid the shop will be closed." The friend from the same village said with a grin: "Let's go. Identity information has already been sold to how many companies? Every day the news is about tricking me into opening a shop in northern Myanmar. What are you afraid of pressing a fingerprint for?"

"The scammers are all calling me to go to Sihanoukville to do seafood business, earning a year's worth in a month." Chen Fan was lazy, his speech slowed down, and his body felt so heavy that he didn't want to move a single step.

"Still seafood business? It's more like going to sell abalone. Are you going or not? Let's go; anyway, everyone has to go, you can't escape."

Not knowing which sentence touched him, Chen Fan asked again: "Must I go?"

"Civil servants and public institution employees have all been collected. For those of us who open shops, if we are on their list, you have to go." The friend didn't want to queue alone and encouraged him: "If you don't go now, they will come to your door later."

"I just won't go. Can they close my shop?"

"If you are missing a fire extinguisher in your shop, they can close your shop. What do you think?" The friend was talking about what happened before. Because of the fire extinguisher, Chen Fan was fined the money for several meals of crayfish.

Chen Fan said "Hmm," thought for a while, and said: "Then you go first, I'll sleep a while longer and go later. You go first, I'm so sleepy."

"What did you do last night?"

"Just wanted to win one game before sleeping. Almost stayed up all night." Chen Fan turned and went back to the back shop.

This hardware store was left by his father, an old-fashioned front-shop-back-factory model. Because he had some skills, knew how to install and repair, was willing to make house calls, and could give credit to old customers, the business in the township was quite good.

Chen Fan had more than one way to make money. His most profitable skill was making air dogs, which are air guns. Usually, they were mainly high-pressure air guns, which could shoot birds and rabbits.

Of course, the main selling point was not hunting, but imitating the appearance of firearms like the M16 and AK47. However, the attribute of being able to shoot had to be there; otherwise, people would just go buy real Legos; why spend Lego money to buy Wenxiang's knockoffs?

However, the income brought by this skill to Chen Fan was getting less and less. In the past, the air dogs made would be dismantled into parts, then a courier would be called, and a few mechanical parts would be mixed in before being mailed out.

Now the courier inspection is getting stricter and stricter. Not to mention that peers in various places have been taught how to behave one after another, there are also far fewer people who dare to buy and are willing to buy. It is also helpless that imitation guns turn into gun-related cases at every turn.

Chen Fan didn't think much of it, but it was true that he was making less money. He had no choice but to follow his uncle's team to hunt, which could be considered picking up the family business again. But after following a few times and seeing more, he was a little scared again.

People who are used to seeing blood are truly wild.

Returning to the factory behind the room, Chen Fan stared blankly at the lathe in front of him.

He was afraid that his fingerprints would be left at some crime scene. Maybe not now, but what if they were later? So, if he could not provide fingerprints, he wouldn't.

If it really didn't work, destroying the fingerprints was also an option.

Chen Fan had seen a big shot who used sulfuric acid to destroy his fingerprints. That was not just painful; it was also possible to ruin his hands. However, the effect was truly good. Since then, everything he did was convenient, and he was not afraid of anything.

Grinding his hands on the lathe could also be considered a way. At the very least, the fingerprints on his hands would be worn out, and naturally, he wouldn't be able to have his fingerprints recorded.

However, this was also quite dangerous.

The most feared thing was that he wouldn't be able to hide it and would instead be suspected by others.

Chen Fan looked at the lathe and fell into deep thought.

He thought for a while longer, hardened his heart, and secretly said: "Of the thirty-six stratagems, running away is the best." Let's run away first, so as not to really have anything happen and fall into the hands of these police officers, which would be throwing himself into the net.

Afterward, even if someone asked, he would just say he didn't want to have his fingerprints collected; it wouldn't be a big deal.

On the contrary, for things like grinding fingerprints, there was no need to rush now; it would affect his running away, and it would definitely be super painful to grind. If he really hurt his hands, it would be a loss that outweighed the gain. Chen Fan was still counting on his skills to support his old age, make money, and play with women.

Dong, dong, dong.

The front door was knocked on a few times, and then he heard the doorbell ringing while someone shouted: "Boss? Is the boss here?"

Chen Fan hesitated for a moment, directly took out his phone to check the surveillance, and saw several people in uniforms wandering around the shop.

There was nothing to say; Chen Fan directly played dead, pretending he wasn't there.

At the same time, the voices of several people in the front shop were also transmitted from the phone through the surveillance:

"What should we do if he's not here?"

"Make a phone call. Call the number on the door."

Chen Fan heard the several uniforms talking, smiled secretly, took out another phone, and directly put it in flight mode.

"Can't get through."

"Should we go to the next one first?"

Chen Fan couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, thinking to himself, that's right.

Before this thought landed, he saw the tallest person among the few say: "I'll scan the boss's fingerprints and see."

Chen Fan was stunned, and then he heard the person in the surveillance ask: "Where should we take them from?"

"The cashier here, they should all be the boss's fingerprints." While speaking, the tall guy stepped forward and started working.

Chen Fan looked down at his hands, then at the lathe, and was suddenly a little glad. He had saved 10 good fingers.

Front shop.

Jiang Yuan scanned the cashier slightly and recognized one of the fingerprints.

Mobilizing hundreds of people to collect fingerprints for the 20,000 people in the whole township—wasn't the purpose just for the fingerprint in front of him?

It could be said that this was the fingerprint Jiang Yuan was most familiar with at the moment.

"Okay. Let's go to the next one." Jiang Yuan turned and walked out the door calmly.

There were 4 police officers at the scene, which was enough to arrest one person. But the enemy situation was unclear, and he was not familiar with the police officers around him, so Jiang Yuan didn't even say a word.

After going out the door and walking two steps forward, Jiang Yuan took out his phone and said to the police officer next to him: "You guys go ahead, I'll make a phone call."

He called Liu Jinghui directly.

A quarter of an hour later, both ends of this busiest shopping street in Wenxiang were blocked.

Liu Jinghui wore a bulletproof vest and a helmet, followed a team of armed police, and rushed straight to the backyard of the hardware store.

He didn't dare to be the first to charge. But for such an important suspect, he wouldn't be at ease letting him watch from behind.

As for Jiang Yuan, he stood obediently in the crowd, standing with the people, looking up and watching. The suspect was highly likely to have a gun, and it was a powerful standard-issue firearm. In this environment, Jiang Yuan, who hadn't even attended police academy, indeed didn't even have the qualifications to seal off the scene.

"Police!"

"Don't move!"

"Hands on your head!"

"Kneel down."

"Face to the ground!"

The suddenly erupting sound wave brought fresh and deadly hormones, making Jiang Yuan's emotions instantly excited.