[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner":3,"chapter-the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-chapter-114":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Nation's Forensic Medical Examiner",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2326809,4551,"Chapter 114","the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-chapter-114",114,"\u003Cp>Dusk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A filthy Toyota Land Cruiser drove in from the direction of Wulong Mountain, turned onto the county road, and then drove into Jingye Town as if nothing unusual had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hunting quintet wasn’t short on money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the past few years, they had rented and bought several courtyards beneath Wulong Mountain, parked multiple vehicles there, and stored basic supplies as makeshift warehouses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time they came down the mountain, no matter which courtyard they reached, they could easily process their kills and then drive into the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Police in surrounding townships knew this information and had done their best to collect vehicle data on the quintet, checking with vehicle management offices, yet still couldn’t guarantee they’d spot any of the listed vehicles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Toyota Land Cruiser was on the list, but it was only when it neared the Xin Hong Hotel that a patrol officer noticed it and reported it to Huang Qiangmin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Qiangmin, whose calves had grown thin from waiting, leapt up from his recliner, waving his walkie-talkie in one hand and shouting: “All units, take position! This isn’t a drill, this isn’t a drill! Target spotted! The wild men have arrived!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked like a frustrated director who’d finally gotten hold of the camera, spent a whole night with the third female lead, and was now starting filming—exhausted yet wildly excited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone rushed to their assigned posts; Huang Qiangmin quickly picked up his phone and called Liu Jinghui.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when his subordinates began reporting normal conditions did he realize his shins ached—he’d bumped into a table corner earlier and hadn’t had time to rub it, so now he limped toward the “command center.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the room on the sixth floor of the hotel’s main building with the best view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within moments, the entire Xin Hong Hotel had been transformed into a massive trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two backpackers checking in at the lobby were immediately escorted to their rooms and locked inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several corridors were swiftly locked down, each guarded by plainclothes officers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The staff members selected by the owner were stationed on the second floor and beside the bar counter to create a familiar atmosphere and avoid alarming the sharp-nosed old hunter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All other employees had been replaced by police officers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially at the front desk—both staff members were police officers who had undergone intensive training for several days and could now effortlessly handle check-in and check-out procedures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Huang Qiangmin watched the filthy Toyota enter, his first thought was to order a direct assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he knew this was merely his brain’s stress-induced reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he ordered an assault now, it would be a real assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone still wanted to capture them alive, but if a group of armed officers rushed in, would they bet the quintet wouldn’t open fire? Given their history of killings, that possibility was virtually nonexistent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Once they pass the lobby, the rest will be easy,” the political instructor said, offering reassurance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Qiangmin nodded slightly—he knew the lobby was the most dangerous phase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood on the dark balcony, watching for a few more seconds, then turned back to the surveillance screens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the technicians’ control, at least three cameras were fixed on the quintet’s movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several people inside the lobby had visibly stiffened within moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The staff members chosen by the owner were obedient enough, but now they knew they were working for the police—they were terrified, walking with clumsy, synchronized steps, and there was nothing to be said about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the police officer stationed on the second floor had an unnatural neck movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Qiangmin gripped his walkie-talkie tightly, ready to order an assault at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, there was no point complaining about “bad acting” or “poor psychological resilience”—it all came down to whether they’d open fire or not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The quintet, however, checked in normally, their expressions relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After some time, they received their room keys, picked up their luggage, and walked confidently toward their assigned direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A quiet voice came through the walkie-talkie: “They’re inside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Qiangmin let out a quiet sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rooms around the quintet had been rearranged; at this stage, the risk of friendly fire was greatly reduced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Qiangmin felt considerably more at ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, they still had to wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If possible, he most hoped to capture the quintet with zero casualties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the distance, several armed police soldiers silently climbed onto the roof, setting up sniper rifles and binoculars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan stood below with several detectives and suddenly said: “The younger one on the west roof—I think I’ve seen him before.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You remember him?” Wei Zhenguo looked at Jiang Yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were deployed at the hotel’s western gate, behind them lay Jingye Town. This side was the end farthest from Wulong Mountain—supposedly the least likely escape route for the quintet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Qiangmin had pulled most of his detective squad here; though he wanted to accommodate Jiang Yuan, he couldn’t ignore such a capable young man, so he’d placed him and Wei Zhenguo at the west gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The west side was generally easier than the east; the officers deployed alongside them, Mu Zhiyang and Wen Ming, were also calmer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan stared at the dark gate and murmured: “When we arrested Chen Fan a few days ago, I think I saw him—he looked disappointed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Zhenguo grinned: “Didn’t fire? Disappointed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Possibly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Zhiyang chuckled: “The second-class merit slipped through his fingers. Snipers are the easiest to earn second-class merit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hitting the target probably isn’t easy,” Jiang Yuan said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then it’s his test—hit it, and he gets second-class merit; miss it, and he’ll go back and get his eardrums yelled off by his superiors,” Mu Zhiyang said, chatting like telling a story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were far from the action, and the operation hadn’t started yet, so talking didn’t interfere. The real problem was excessive tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Detectives had seen and heard of such vicious criminals before—they didn’t feel fear unless… they were armed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the saying goes: bullets don’t recognize faces—they target the spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you end up paralyzed from the neck down and go home, you won’t be proud anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Zhenguo’s hand rested on his holster, murmuring: “If we encounter any suspects fleeing later, it’s the same—hit them, second-class merit; miss, and you’ll be stuck as a fool for three years.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Ming couldn’t help pulling out his sidearm and checking it before saying: “I fired ten rounds last year. I hadn’t even figured out the gun before it was taken away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry,” Mu Zhiyang comforted him. “Even if you fire all seven rounds and hit every one, the target might still run off feeling nothing. The little cannon isn’t a joke.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You talking about me?” Wen Ming glared at Mu Zhiyang: “Aren’t you issued the Type 05?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Zhiyang’s face instantly fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, the Type 05 was even worse than its predecessor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was said to be incapable of killing a dog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The story goes: on a freezing, pitch-black morning, a special police officer fired six rounds from his Type 05 revolver at a charging mad dog—every shot hit. The dog didn’t slow down, didn’t flinch, and kept sprinting past him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Data-wise, the story was surprisingly credible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Type 05 police revolver has a muzzle energy of 111.8 joules. What does that mean? To kill a human, you typically need 80 joules. So if the bullet’s on the road… just don’t shoot from too far away. And better not shoot through denim—it might tear the pants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In addition, the Type 05 police pistol can fire riot rounds—rubber bullets—with a muzzle energy of 16 joules. These are much more pleasant to use; distance doesn’t matter much, and they rarely penetrate denim. Official data says there’s an 80% chance they can still pierce 0.1mm parchment paper at 50 meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when someone says a 20-joule airsoft gun is just a toy, you can point to the Type 05 police pistol. My police uncle’s own sidearm, when loaded with rubber rounds, has a muzzle energy of 16 joules—your BB gun has 20 joules. Is that reasonable?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, when used as blunt weapons, both little cannons are still quite reliable—one weighs over a kilogram, the other two kilograms. If you secure the lanyard and swing it hard, the impact is devastating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Ming and Mu Zhiyang sighed in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Zhenguo also carried the little cannon, but being used to it, he remained calm: “Let’s do the math—Mu Zhiyang, your Type 05 holds six rounds; Wen Ming, your magazine holds seven; mine holds seven; Jiang Yuan’s also seven. If we fire all at once, that’s twenty-seven rounds. If they all hit, even a Tibetan mastiff will drop.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan nodded in agreement: “Good thing it’s not winter—these guys won’t be running out in bear-fur coats.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If they’re wearing body armor, it’s boring—just delay them and call the snipers,” Wei Zhenguo chuckled to himself. “I wonder how our colleagues in the northeast handle this—would the Type 05 even penetrate a thick cotton-padded coat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Shuting\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few moments of joking, their tension eased somewhat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Zhenguo suddenly remembered: “By the way, everyone—your magazines are fully loaded with seven rounds, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first-gen little cannon’s magazine spring was weak; though rated for seven rounds, they were usually loaded with only five.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan pulled out his gun and checked—nodded: “Seven.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. If things get real, don’t fire warning shots—shoot directly,” Wei Zhenguo said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Zhiyang added: “Actually, no need to be so tense. They didn’t even give us a 92—what does that mean? It means our position isn’t dangerous. Even if the suspect breaks out, he won’t choose our direction…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, his walkie-talkie crackled loudly—Huang Qiangmin’s voice, firm and tense:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The ringleader’s escaped! All units, alert! The ringleader’s fleeing west! West gate, watch out! West gate, watch out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The men still chatting instantly surged with adrenaline, their foreheads burning hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Jiang Yuan, holding an unfamiliar gun, trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced himself to recall the skeletal remains from autopsies, and only then did he calm slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck.\u003C\u002Fp>",1680,"2026-06-20T18:55:00.150Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7fd6de65004ece850c13576767aae26e68713c16b6183770f26633e0b881d95e","the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-chapter-115","the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-chapter-113",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-cover.jpg"]