Chapter 114

Evening.

A dirty Toyota Prado drove over from the direction of Wu Longshan Mountain, inserted into the county road, and then drove into Jingye Town as if it were normal.

The hunting five-person group is not short of money.

In recent years, they have rented and bought several courtyards under Wu Longshan Mountain, parked multiple cars, and stored basic supplies as warehouses.

Every time they go down the mountain, no matter which courtyard they arrive at, several people can conveniently handle the prey and then drive into the city.

Although the police distributed in the surrounding townships knew about this information and had collected the vehicle information of the five-person group as much as possible and checked the relevant vehicle information with the vehicle management office, they still couldn't guarantee that they would encounter the vehicles on the list.

This Toyota Prado was on the list, but it was only when it was about to arrive at Xinhong Hotel that the criminal police on deployment noticed it and reported it to Huang Qiangmin.

Huang Qiangmin, whose calves had become thin from waiting, crawled up from the lounge chair, waved the walkie-talkie with one hand, and shouted: "All departments in position. This is not an exercise this time, not an exercise, target appeared, the savage has arrived!"

That appearance was like a frustrated director who finally mastered the director's chair and, after sleeping with the third female lead for a whole night, started working, exhausted yet excited and high-spirited.

Everyone ran to their predetermined posts, and Huang Qiangmin hurriedly picked up his phone to report to Liu Jinghui.

When his subordinates began to report that the situation was as usual, Huang Qiangmin felt that his calf's shinbone hurt so much; he had just bumped into the corner of the table and had no time to rub it. At this moment, he limped towards the "command post."

That is the room with the best view in the middle of the 6th floor of the hotel's main building.

Within a short period of time, the entire Xinhong Hotel was upgraded into a big trap.

Two backpackers who were checking in at the lobby were sent directly to their rooms and blocked inside.

Several passages were locked without hesitation, and all were guarded by police officers in plain clothes.

The waiters selected by the boss were all arranged to the second floor and the bar next to the service desk, just to create a familiar atmosphere, so as not to disturb the sensitive old hunters.

And the few employees outside of this were all replaced by police.

Especially the most important service desk, the two employees were all police, and they had received several days of intensive training, and could easily handle check-in and check-out procedures.

Huang Qiangmin watched the dirty Toyota enter the door, and the first thing that popped into his mind was wanting to order a strong attack.

But he knew that this was just his brain making a stress response under huge pressure.

A strong attack at this time would be a real strong attack.

Everyone still wanted to capture them alive, but a group of people rushed up with guns, betting that the five-person group wouldn't dare to fire? Based on their murder experience, this possibility was almost zero.

"As long as this hurdle in the lobby is passed, the rest will be simple." The instructor said comforting words on the side.

Huang Qiangmin nodded slightly; indeed, the most dangerous link was the lobby link.

He stood on the dark balcony and watched for a few more seconds before turning around to look at the surveillance screen.

Under the operation of several technicians, at least three cameras were staring at the movements of the five-person group.

It could be seen that several people in the lobby had stiff movements within a short period of time.

The waiters circled by the boss were obedient, but now they also knew that they were working for the police, and they were so scared that they were moving their hands and feet together, so there was nothing to say.

It was just the one the police put on the second floor, whose neck was also twisting abnormally.

Huang Qiangmin held the walkie-talkie tightly, ready to order a strong attack at any time.

At this time, there was no need to complain about "acting is not good" or "psychological quality is not up to standard"; just see if they start fighting or not.

The five-person group registered as usual, their expressions relaxed.

I don't know how long it took, the five-person group took the room card, carried their luggage, and familiarly found the direction and walked over.

A light report came from the walkie-talkie: "They went in."

Huang Qiangmin also breathed a sigh of relief.

The surroundings of the five-person group's room had been rearranged; at this stage, it was not easy to cause accidental injury.

Huang Qiangmin therefore felt much more at ease.

Then, they still need to continue waiting.

If possible, what he hoped most was to take down the five people with zero casualties.

In the distance, several armed police soldiers silently climbed onto the roof and set up sniper rifles and telescopes.

Jiang Yuan stood below with several criminal police and watched, suddenly saying: "I seem to have seen the younger one on the west roof last time."

"You have an impression?" Wei Zhengguo looked at Jiang Yuan.

They were deployed in front of the gate at the far west of the hotel, behind which was Jingye Town. This was the end far away from Wu Longshan Mountain, which was also the direction the five-person group was least likely to flee.

Huang Qiangmin pulled most of the people from his criminal police detachment over; although he wanted to take care of Jiang Yuan, it was impossible not to use such a big, strong young man, so he placed him and Wei Zhengguo at the West Gate.

The west side was generally easier than the east side, and the emotions of Mu Zhiyang and Wen Ming, who were deployed together, were also relatively stable.

Jiang Yuan looked at the pitch-black gate and said in a low voice: "When catching Chen Fan a few days ago, I seem to have seen him; at that time, I felt he was a bit disappointed."

Wei Zhengguo couldn't help but grin: "Didn't fire, disappointed?"

"It's possible."

Mu Zhiyang laughed twice: "The second-class merit in hand ran away. Snipers are the easiest to get second-class merit."

"It shouldn't be easy to hit, right?" Jiang Yuan said.

"That's the time to test him; if he hits, it's a second-class merit, if he doesn't hit and goes back, won't his eardrums be scolded out by his superiors?" Mu Zhiyang chatted with a few people as if telling a story.

They were far away, and it wasn't time for the action to start, so talking didn't affect them. What really affected them was being too nervous.

For this kind of extremely vicious person, the criminal police had seen and heard of them, and wouldn't feel afraid because of this, unless... they were carrying guns.

As the saying goes, bullets don't have eyes and specifically hit the spine.

Going home with high paraplegia, then you can't be proud anymore.

Wei Zhengguo's hand was also on the holster, and he said softly: "If we encounter a criminal suspect running out later, it's the same; if we hit, it's a second-class merit, if we don't hit, we'll honestly be a fool for three years."

Wen Ming couldn't help but take out the pistol he was issued to look at it before saying: "I only fired 10 bullets last year. I haven't even figured out the gun yet, and it was taken back."

"Don't worry." Mu Zhiyang comforted him, saying: "Even if you hit all 7 bullets in one breath, the person might run away without feeling anything. Small guns are not a joke."

"Are you talking about me?" Wen Ming looked at Mu Zhiyang with contempt: "You were issued a Type 05, right."

Mu Zhiyang's face collapsed instantly.

Indeed, the Type 05 small gun had taken another step in the degree of excess compared to its predecessor.

It is known as not being able to kill even a dog.

The specific story is about a freezing, sunless morning, when a special police officer held a Type 05 revolver, fired 6 shots at a mad dog running towards him, all shots hit, but the mad dog seemed not to know, and the running speed did not decrease at all as it brushed past him.

And from the data, this story is also quite authentic.

The Type 05 police revolver, its muzzle kinetic energy is 111.8j; what is the concept? Killing a human body usually requires 80j, the bullet is on the road... let's just say, don't shoot from too far away. In addition, it is best not to shoot through denim clothes; it is easy to break the person's clothes.

Besides this, the Type 05 police pistol can also fire riot bullets, which are rubber bullets, with a muzzle kinetic energy of 16j. This bullet is very comfortable to use; it doesn't matter if the distance is far or near, the probability of it shooting through denim clothes is not high. Official data, at a distance of 50 meters, has an 80% probability of shooting through 0.1 mm cowhide paper.

Therefore, when someone says that a 20j simulation gun is just a toy gun, you can take out the Type 05 police pistol to speak. My police uncle's own pistol, when changing to rubber bullets, the muzzle kinetic energy is only 16j; is it reasonable for your BB gun's muzzle kinetic energy to be 20j?

Of course, when the two small guns are used to smash people, they are still relatively reliable. One weighs more than a catty, and one weighs 2 catties; hang it firmly with a gun rope and smash it around, the lethality is amazing.

"Sigh."

Wen Ming and Mu Zhiyang sighed together.

Wei Zhengguo also held a small gun, but he was used to it, his expression was normal, and he said: "You calculate the total account, Mu Zhiyang, your dog-don't-care has 6 bullets, Wen Ming, your magazine is 7 rounds, mine is also 7 rounds, Jiang Yuan's is also 7 rounds, we fire all of them in one breath, this is 27 bullets, as long as all hit, even a Tibetan mastiff will be beaten down."

Jiang Yuan nodded in agreement: "Fortunately, it's not winter, these people won't run out wearing bear skin coats."

"Wearing a bulletproof vest is boring, drag it and shout for a sniper." Wei Zhengguo was a bit happy and muttered to himself: "I don't know how colleagues in the Northeast use guns; Type 05 shouldn't be able to shoot through a big cotton-padded jacket."

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A few people chatted and laughed for a while, and their emotions were relaxed to a certain extent.

Wei Zhengguo remembered again and said: "By the way, you all pressed 7 bullets in the magazine, right?"

The magazine spring of the first-generation small gun is not good; although it has a capacity of 7 rounds, it is usually pressed with 5 bullets daily.

Jiang Yuan directly took out the gun to check it, nodded and said: "7 rounds."

"Well, if you really encounter a situation, don't fire warning shots, shoot directly." Wei Zhengguo said.

Mu Zhiyang also said on the side: "Actually, don't be so nervous, they didn't even equip us with a Type 92, what does it mean? It means the position we are guarding is not dangerous, even if the suspect breaks through, they won't choose our direction..."

Just as he was talking, the walkie-talkie on his waist buzzed, and Huang Qiangmin's voice was firm and nervous:

"The thief leader ran out, all units pay attention, the thief leader ran to the west, West Gate pay attention! West Gate pay attention!"

Several people who were still chatting instantly had their adrenaline soar, and their foreheads felt hot.

At this moment, Jiang Yuan was holding an unfamiliar gun, his hands were shaking.

He forced himself to recall the skeletons during the autopsy in his mind, and then he was slightly calmer.

Damn!