Chapter 1279: Bloody Game (9)

Jiang Yuan maintained his frequency, checking the surveillance videos gathered from all sides.

Accompanying him to check the surveillance was a team of more than 100 people. These surveillance videos from various routes of the police, from gas stations, public toilets, repair shops, etc., were complex and chaotic. Just organizing the format would take a lot of time. Everything seemed to return to the state before the Ningtai County surveillance system was reorganized overnight.

Nicha walked back and forth anxiously. In his eyes, there were all kinds of failed directions on the future world line.

What if the police officer watching the video missed the suspect? What if the killer changed cars on the road? What if the killer hid on the side of the road until night? What if the killer started a massacre?

Nicha found it hard to accept almost every failure, and the successful world was so narrow and rare that Nicha could only keep looking at Jiang Yuan, acting as an antidote to relieve anxiety.

Liu Jinghui came back after a busy circle, saw Nicha still sucking Jiang there, and couldn't help but smile.

He had seen too many leaders in this state.

It must be said that for provincial police like Liu Jinghui, although it is hard to support the whole province, occasionally having to bear some blame and carry some black pots, in terms of the police system, the real responsibility and the big pot are not what he can carry.

The responsibility of the jurisdiction is always the greatest. For leaders like Nicha, when they really encounter major cases that cannot be solved or are difficult to solve, the anxiety is like waking up and finding that they are taking the college entrance examination mathematics test.

Liu Jinghui stood next to Nicha for a while, watching him stare at Jiang Yuan, as if staring at the test paper in the front row, and then specifically used a relaxed tone: "The other party wants to live, this is our opportunity."

"Um?" Nicha looked at Liu Jinghui.

The interpreter hurriedly explained.

Liu Jinghui said: "If they really want to kill for the purpose of killing, there are many ways to make big things happen. In the final analysis, the two of them still want to live. People only need to live, and they are restricted by many things, such as needing to go to the place of escape as soon as possible, so there is no time to do other things, such as needing to clear up the aftermath, so they cannot be very obvious on the road, otherwise people will report to the police immediately, and there will be no..."

Nicha's anxiety was indeed reduced.

The truth is not difficult to understand, but given the current pressure, it is only someone like Liu Jinghui who dares to draw conclusions easily. Nicha's own subordinates were all silent.

"They have done too much," Nicha added, actively seeking comfort.

Liu Jinghui followed the trend: "They are unscrupulous because they are sure they won't die, not unscrupulous because they are looking for death."

"That's right," Nicha took an abdominal breath, then slowly exhaled, only feeling that the future world line in front of him was much less.

Slap slap slap slap.

The sound of typing on the keyboard and clicking the mouse in the room seemed to get louder.

Immediately after, without hearing who gave the order, several people got up quickly and started to move.

Nicha looked over again, and saw Jiang Yuan already operating in front of the computer, and several local technicians were cooperating.

"Any news?" Nicha stepped forward quickly.

"Found a picture, a video on a vending machine on the side of the road, the suspect is wrapped all over..." a local technician said excitedly: "It's so hot, why would a normal person wear a hoodie, mask, and sunglasses to buy things... We are worried that it is other fugitives, but God Jiang judged based on the back, there is a certain probability that it is Stewart."

Nicha felt a shiver all over, sweat started to come out behind his neck, and asked: "What is the probability? Did you see the car?"

"Looking for it, this vending machine's line of sight can't see the car, God Jiang is looking for nearby surveillance videos," the local technician was equally nervous, and added: "God Jiang is also doing image enhancement. Next, if it can be determined, we need to search for the direction of the vehicle."

Speaking of which, Jiang Yuan had already ordered the high-level police officer waiting on the side in Indonesian.

Nicha had long delegated the command power. In addition to the police officers responsible for blocking, there were a large number of vehicles and police officers patrolling on various main roads. The cost of mobilizing personnel and overtime pay, etc., had long been out of Nicha's consideration.

It can be said that Nicha's needs well integrated Xu Taining's plan. As far as the current state is concerned, Nicha didn't feel the bitterness of burning funds at all, he couldn't take care of it at all.

The police officers at the scene answered loudly, and the sound came out, falling into Nicha's ears, making his expression slightly relieved.

Jiang Yuan only then took care of Nicha, turned around and corrected: "Through the video on the vending machine, judging from the footprint identification, it is basically determined to be Stewart."

"Yes, yes, yes, God Jiang's footprint identification, this is definitely no problem," Nicha patted his forehead, suddenly realized.

"I'll let them continue to check the relevant surveillance to see how to determine the suspect's vehicle information," Jiang Yuan explained the order he just gave.

Nicha nodded in seconds. It would be best if the suspect didn't change cars. He was afraid of changing cars, and there would be no news.

Everyone continued to work hard for an angle that could see the vehicle.

Ten minutes passed in a flash.

Jiang Yuan finally found the stolen sedan from a surveillance 5 kilometers ahead. In the video image, he could barely see the two suspects. After another wave of image enhancement—after Jiang Yuan's 5 minutes, the faces of Kadar Stewart and Ismail reappeared in front of everyone.

"You can withdraw the personnel from other lines," Jiang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

To say, 15 minutes ago, they had found Stewart's clues, but only now could they 100% confirm that the two took this route.

Only when sufficient evidence was obtained could the teams deployed in other directions be withdrawn, otherwise the risk would be too great.

Nicha took several high-level police officers and rushed up, ordering orders, checking evidence and checking evidence.

"They are going to Bincheng," several people looked at it roughly, and someone didn't need to look at the map to draw a conclusion.

Liu Jinghui nodded on the side.

Nicha said: "We have a blockade line before Bincheng. Let the blockade line report the situation... By the way, what time is it here, they are on the side of the vending machine."

"We are about 2 hours behind, but judging from the surveillance videos found later, they didn't drive fast, and they rested in the middle. The driver was Ismail, the tall one. He shouldn't have learned to drive, and he doesn't have a driver's license," without Jiang Yuan, the local police officer on the side reported actively.

Nicha still looked at Jiang Yuan.

"Correct," Jiang Yuan nodded, and added: "We comb along this road, they can't run away."

"Send more personnel over," Nicha took back the people from other roads, and the resources in his hand were extremely abundant.

Woo woo woo woo.

The sound of helicopters came from afar, and then ran to the distance.

Hum hum...

Another helicopter flew by.

Kadar was annoyed by the sound of the helicopter flying, patted the table and asked: "Do planes usually pass by here?"

"Rarely," the girl who was only 12 or 13 years old stood in front of the stove helping to cook, full of fear and anxiety.

"Occasionally," the hostess who was knocked on the head by the crowbar subconsciously muddied the water. Her head hurt badly, but her life was still there, and she didn't want to die even more.

"This situation is not right," Kadar rubbed his head, scratching his head anxiously.

"What's wrong?" Ismail didn't take it seriously, just frantically showing off fried eggs.

These days, they didn't lack food, but it wasn't easy to eat well.

Kadar couldn't take care of this piece anymore, picked up the crowbar, got up, pressed the gun with one hand, and turned anxiously in the room.

Hum hum... the sound of helicopters flying by again.

"Not right, how could there be so many helicopters? This is not a traffic artery, and there is no need to fly helicopters. We didn't see helicopters all the way before..." Kadar said, while leaning toward the window.

Bang!

A bullet, spinning, drilled into Kadar's brow.

All calculations, all choices, all luck, all things that were unclear and pursued, all left him.

Bang bang!

The front and back doors of the room were smashed open by the door rammer.

At the same time, the sound of helicopter rappelling came from the roof.

"Police!"

"Police!"

The police officers who entered the door shouted at the top of their lungs.

Ismail, who was still alive, raised his hands, at a loss, his mind couldn't help but recall what Kadar said: "Just a game, what are you afraid of?"

Ismail turned to look for Kadar, and saw a piece of shattered skull falling to the ground.

"Is it over?"

Another group of people drilled in.

The leading reporter was trembling with excitement, shouting one after another: "Shoot it, shoot it, did you shoot it?"

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