Chapter 1114: Cannon

The afternoon in Pingmeng City was a quiet afternoon.

In the area near the highway in the suburbs, although there were several factories, not many were still in operation, so it looked very empty, and if you were taking a walk, you would feel quite relaxed.

Unless a few hundred armed men came.

A team of criminal police lowered their heads and walked quickly through the alley entrance, carrying 95-type magazine pouches, 92-type magazine pouches, work bags, walkie-talkie pouches, timing their steps, and started evacuating the masses in the surrounding factories.

The special police officers responsible for the checkpoint at the alley entrance wore helmets, masks covering their faces, ceramic plates inserted in their tactical vests, and submachine guns and pistols all exposed.

The workers being led out were puzzled for a few seconds, but soon started to get excited. Some were whispering inquiries, and others ignored the warnings and took photos with their mobile phones.

The criminal police leading the team snatched the mobile phones away and handed them to the police station officers who came to pick up the people. The latter smiled and pulled the people out of the queue, sending them to nearby rooms for isolation and interrogation.

"Director Wang. My unit has all arrived. Please give instructions." The deputy director in charge of criminal investigation came over and saluted in a standard manner.

Wang Zhancheng took a deep breath, without a word of nonsense, and said: "Start."

The two-plus hours of waiting time were not just waiting for the infantry fighting vehicle, but more importantly, making the plan.

80 kilograms of military hardware, no matter how heavy the packaging is, sounds very scary. Especially this kind of urban warfare, if a submachine gun fires fully automatically, if fired from the correct position, it can wipe out a squad at once.

Regardless of whether the military police going into battle wear bulletproof vests or insert ceramic plates, being hit by intermediate-power bullets at close range will shatter whatever should be shattered; there is no need to talk about whether there are armor-piercing bullets.

Of course, if there are no rifles or higher equipment, there is indeed no need to be so cautious. Even if it's a submachine gun, as long as it still uses pistol ammunition, the police's protection can still play a role.

But pinning everyone's life on the enemy's backward weapons is obviously unreliable.

Wang Zhancheng and the others obviously couldn't bear the possible losses.

They didn't even consider any form of assault operation.

Things like rappelling into the assault, descending from the sky—in the eyes of professionals, these are extremely dangerous operations. It's not that they can't be used, but it's best to use them after full training. Many famous cases involved rebuilding a target area, training in it for one or two months, simulating various situations, and then really going into battle.

Therefore, it's not just exams that need "brushing questions." Special assault or simple killing are also stronger the more times you brush them.

Three special police officers started moving while holding shields.

Behind them, the other two groups of special police were also in the same mode.

At the same time, the criminal police started shouting: "People inside, listen up, you have been surrounded..."

Wang Zhancheng looked at this familiar scene of encirclement, and suddenly his blood surged.

"Someone is moving toward the window. Should we fire?" The observer next to the sniper was also equipped with a thermal imager and asked for instructions for the first time.

"Warn them first." Wang Zhancheng only hesitated for a second.

The police officer shouting changed his tone immediately: "People inside, listen up, any of your actions may lead to strikes. If you are willing to surrender, raise your hands and surrender..."

"Let the infantry fighting vehicle move forward." Wang Zhancheng felt he was a general. Although he only had one "iron lump," with such a "baby lump" in front, he asked, what can you do to me?

The Type 92 infantry fighting vehicle rotated its turret and moved slowly at the speed of "Subject 2."

Inside the repair shop, there was a lot of shouting, but if you listened carefully, they all seemed to be meaningless words.

The observer reported nervously: "Multiple people moving... multiple people moving!"

At the same time, Jiang Yuan and the others were also watching the scene in Pingmeng City through the camera.

Liu Jinghui, while chewing on large cherries, commented unceremoniously: "The Pingmeng people are too nervous. Since they decided to use an infantry fighting vehicle, they should have crashed in directly. Pushing slowly like this is equivalent to giving the other side time."

"What can happen if you give them time." The police officer from the Anti-Narcotics Detachment peeled a "ugly orange" and said: "Don't look too highly on them. At a time like this, a sniper is the most useful. As long as the sniper's level is guaranteed, even if the other side carries an RPG out, they are dead."

Rocket launchers also need aiming. If they really want to counter armored targets, they also take the route of surprise. Now a group of people are trapped in the repair shop, every movement is under police surveillance, and the ability to resist is already very weak.

Xu Ju glanced at the few remaining large cherries on the table, gave his subordinate a look, and said: "Pingmeng is also trying to catch the targets as much as possible. If the infantry fighting vehicle doesn't go up, who knows how long it will take for them to surrender here."

A direct assault is not impossible, but assuming the other side has weapons, the assault operation not only increases the danger significantly, but a more likely situation is killing the target person.

Normal police operations should be to trap the target to death, prioritize "attacking the heart," and be prepared to "boil" until the other side surrenders.

At this time, the police feel tired, and the target will also feel very hard. Just the vigilance of not being able to sleep is enough to make ordinary criminals give up.

But the Pingmeng City Bureau couldn't do this. Letting them catch people is to interrogate and obtain clues. When there is nothing to do, dragging for 24 hours, or even 48 hours, can drag a criminal to death. Now dragging for 8 hours, Wang Zhancheng feels sorry for Jiang Yuan.

Even more, Wang Zhancheng has to guard against the criminals destroying evidence. Whether it's military hardware or drugs or something, seizing them intact or as a pile of residue makes a not-small difference.

Compared to "wage earners" like Liu Jinghui, Xu Ju particularly understands Wang Zhancheng. If he were to choose, he would also eventually mobilize an armored vehicle; it doesn't necessarily have to be Type 92, a riot vehicle would be enough.

The most common places for riot vehicles in China are in front of high-speed rail stations or in front of various central squares, and they are mostly modified from Type 92 infantry fighting vehicles. The armor thickness is about the same, but the machine cannon is changed to a searchlight, tear gas launcher, etc.

In the video, the infantry fighting vehicle dispatched by the Pingmeng City Bureau really made a "tut-tut-tut" sound, gradually approaching the factory gate of the repair shop.

Boom!

An explosion sounded, shocking everyone inside and outside the screen.

This was truly abrupt. Jiang Yuan and the others, who were eating large cherries, all stopped. On the Pingmeng City Bureau side, Wang Zhancheng was even more shocked and asked repeatedly: "What is it? Are there any casualties?"

"It's a hand grenade." The police officer from the Anti-Narcotics Detachment breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Looking at it this way, these guys really aren't scammers!"

"80 kilograms of military hardware?" Xu Ju stared, muttering to himself.

Outside the repair shop, the infantry fighting vehicle only paused for a few seconds, then continued forward.

This time, its driving speed clearly accelerated, and the rotation of the turret slowed down a lot.

Bang... bang-bang...

When approaching the gate of the repair shop, the infantry fighting vehicle opened fire!

Orange flames exploded on the wall of the repair shop, immediately knocking open a hole, and one could see the equipment and parked vehicles inside.

"People inside, listen up, give you one minute to walk out with your hands on your heads. After one minute, resume the attack... don't harbor any fluke..." The loudspeaker of the Pingmeng City Bureau was louder, and the tone became much more solemn.

This hand grenade explained many problems.

Boom!

A second hand grenade was thrown out. Although it couldn't destroy the infantry fighting vehicle, it successfully made it stop. It also had to protect the subsequent troops and couldn't let the long-gun soldiers accompanying the vehicle be blown away by shrapnel.

Wang Zhancheng couldn't bear the pressure and grabbed the walkie-talkie, wanting to shout "Attack."

Before the order could be issued, Wang Zhancheng's hand was held by the Political Commissar.

"Director Wang, let the infantry fighting vehicle fire a wave, and then persuade them to surrender again, how about that?" The Political Commissar didn't ask what he wanted to do, but gave a new option.

Wang Zhancheng hesitated for two seconds and nodded.

The Political Commissar took the walkie-talkie and started giving orders.

In a moment, the infantry fighting vehicle started again, but only opened an angle, and the cannon muzzle started "pu-pu-pu" firing.

Single-shot point fire hit the wall of the repair shop, one hole per shot.

Boom.

A third hand grenade was thrown out. This time the infantry fighting vehicle didn't even move, continuing to insist on point fire.

"Da-da-da..."

The sound of the infantry fighting vehicle's rapid-fire cannon was still crisp, like the voice of a young girl... thin and small... but the damage they caused was often something ordinary "old men" couldn't bear.

"Stop firing! Stop firing!"

The commander on the scene gave the order in the smoke. After several seconds, the barrel of the rapid-fire cannon lowered its head.

Thud.

A gun was thrown down from upstairs.

Thud, thud.

Two more guns landed, making muffled sounds.

"We surrender!" Inside the repair shop, a tearing shout came out, followed by a burst of coughing.

Wang Zhancheng breathed a sigh of relief. If the other side could withstand this pressure, he would be unable to hold on.

"People inside, throw all the guns out, raise your hands and walk out..."

On the loudspeaker, the field commander's tone was still nervous.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly afterward.

A total of 7 criminal suspects walked out of the repair shop gate one by one, their faces full of PTSD.

"If possible, detain the people separately and interrogate them by surprise." Liu Jinghui, on the other side of the screen, was also anxious to the point of traumatic stress disorder.

"I've assigned special personnel to be responsible." Wang Zhancheng added: "I've sent people to search for military hardware. Currently, there are more than a dozen long and short guns, confirming it's a weapons transaction! I'm preparing to search in groups of two, continuously..."

Jiang Yuan poked his head out at this time and said: "Continue searching for military hardware. Please keep most of the police officers here; I have another address and phone number here..." ===== CHAPTER 1115 =====

Jiang Yuan poked his head out at this moment and said, "Continue the search for the arms. Most of the police officers, please stay behind; I have another address and phone number here..."