Chapter 128: Quiet Years

Scorching sun.

The skin was hot.

The car engine roared, and the air conditioning was not turned on.

Wu—

The tail of the car sprayed a huge amount of thick hot gas, almost melting the asphalt on the road.

Wu Junhao sat in the passenger seat, carefully applying oil to his small shield for maintenance.

Yes, he had a small shield, transparent, round, and small, but after putting it on his arm, this transparent round shield would become super hard and super powerful.

Wu Junhao's police baton shield technique was quite famous in Qinghe City. He was often invited by various property companies to perform drills. And in actual combat, Wu Junhao was also the guarantee of the flat-pushing squadron.

When he arrived at the place, Wu Junhao slowly raised his head, but there was no fierce expression in the TV series on his face. He just calmly turned on the walkie-talkie and said: "The factory building in front is where our target character is. You have all seen the photos. Keep an eye on them in a while."

The walkie-talkie was crackling, and no one spoke.

The members of the flat-pushing squadron were big and bold in doing other things, but they were really professional in catching people. 【Remember the website】

Wu Junhao continued: "The process of finding this guy is not easy. You have all seen it. The set of things Jiang Wu Wu Fa Yi did was god-like. This time, let's try to catch a big fish."

Wu Junhao added: "But no matter how important the task is, there is only one life. If people run away, we can chase them again. We have so many brothers, everyone should not only be confident, but also believe in the people around them. Those who can't hold on, those who are not sure, can let go and let others go up."

Speaking of this, Wu Junhao added: "Okay, the plan has been said, don't talk nonsense, internal staff stay in the car and watch, communicate at any time, others follow the plan."

"Car No. 2 received."

"Car No. 3 received."

At this time, other cars responded casually.

For the flat-pushing squadron, catching this kind of work was really too ordinary and common.

Wu Junhao himself was also solemn and indifferent.

He and the police officers in the same car were wearing police uniforms, but the 6 people in Car No. 4 and Car No. 5 were all not wearing police uniforms.

Therefore, Car No. 4 and Car No. 5 stopped a little further away. The team members were in plain clothes, bypassed from the gaps of other factory buildings, and went to block the back door of the target character.

When the people blocking the back road arrived, Wu Junhao waved his hand, and several cars drove to the front of the factory building together, and a group of police officers got off the car and rushed to the door.

The factory door was open, and it entered with a touch.

The factory building was even more empty. Several machines were roaring, and one person was working with his head buried in front of a machine.

Hearing the sound, he looked up, saw a group of people in police uniforms, and was a little confused. The tools in his hand fell to the ground first, and then he hurriedly picked them up, wanting to run, but didn't know where to run, just holding the wrench in his hand tightly.

Wu Junhao and others immediately confirmed that this guy was the target.

Wu Junhao remembered the facial features on the printed paper clearly.

A group of police officers holding police batons surrounded the person in an arc. Wu Junhao lined up among them, with a small round shield in front of his chest, ready to act at any time—

The big circle surrounded the small circle.

The entrepreneur youth who returned from the big city held the wrench foolishly, wanting to resist, but his legs couldn't help shaking.

At the same time, the plainclothes who guarded the back door also rushed in. They also rushed in without saying a word. Their experience was to stand at the key place where the fugitive ran away, just like holding the pig leg to be slaughtered first, don't wait for the pig to rush up and then block it, that would be too dangerous.

More than a dozen big men, fully equipped, surrounded a machine and a person, and the scene actually had a hidden murderous spirit.

The entrepreneur youth finally threw the wrench in his hand to the ground.

"Little Eight!" Wu Junhao shouted.

"How did you..." Little Eight couldn't believe it.

"Is your name Little Eight?" Wu Junhao saw it was him, but he had to confirm it.

Little Eight nodded reluctantly: "Yes..."

"Hold your head, squat down." Wu Junhao still shouted, very fierce.

Little Eight quickly put his legs together, squatted down, held his head, rolled himself into a ball, and felt a little more secure. His legs also shook less severely.

"I won't run, I'm here." Little Eight's voice was small, and there was a sticky feeling.

Wu Junhao and others looked at each other, inexplicably feeling a bit of wasted emotion.

Eighteen strong men killed a little chicken together.

Rushing in so fiercely with so many people, you should at least pick up a stool and resist symbolically, that wrench was thrown so neatly, just now seeing him pick it up, I thought he was going to do something.

"How did you find me?" Little Eight still didn't believe it, whispered.

"Be honest, lower your head." Wu Junhao and his deputy roared together.

Had to roar, the emotion was not too easy to control.

"I just know that believing in others has no good end."

"Brothers, do you want to put on handcuffs?"

"Be gentle with the handcuffs, my skin is easy to break."

Little Eight read, and looked up at Wu Junhao and others.

Wu Junhao pinched the transparent oil-coated small round shield, his fingers made a clicking sound, and asked muffledly: "What did you do when you went to Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou?"

"I can really handle certificates." Little Eight was unhappy, and wanted to stand up and talk to Wu Junhao.

"Lower your head." The team member next to him pressed him down.

The case handling center was as lively as the New Year.

The pothos in the corridor were all holding their heads high, growing very fertile and wide.

Of course, it was not the New Year, it was the period before the New Year.

There were complaints about manpower shortages every moment, and newcomers coming in every moment.

At the same time, people were still being caught outside, with the posture of wanting to catch everyone before the New Year.

Little Eight, who handled fake certificates, provided a steady stream of sources for the interrogation room again.

Just as Huang Qiangmin expected, Little Eight, who didn't follow the rules of the world, really left a lot of "certificate handling materials" in his hands.

He originally accumulated some customer resources, and couldn't afford a house in the big city, so he decided to return to his hometown to develop. In addition, unlike the older generation of criminal men, Little Eight had learned how to take orders online and got rid of regional restrictions, and the business was quite good.

If he hadn't been caught, Little Eight had already started preparing to build a homestay, and then facilitate certificate handling personnel. Tourism and certificate handling were one-stop, very safe.

Huang Qiangmin pulled up criminal police from four squadrons in one breath, just combed it, and found three fugitive pieces of information.

Although compared to the Level B fugitive a few days ago, the status of these three was not enough to look at, but still, there was a kind of joy of picking up for nothing.

Like catching the sea, there is actually payment, but it is just thinking that you have whored for nothing.

The tide rises.

And the tide falls.

Wednesday noon.

After squeezing the last drop of juice from Stupid Guo, Wei Zhengguo packed it and sent it to the County Procuratorate's prosecutor.

Compared with the other four middle-aged thieves, Stupid Guo's sentence would undoubtedly be much longer. It is very likely that when he is released from prison, the mid-life crisis will no longer exist, and the individual will have reconciled with the world.

When the five thieves were sent away together, Jiang Yuan also got his new computer.

A latest host agreed to be purchased by the county bureau—last year's version.

Jiang Yuan still felt very happy.

Anyway, it was more than five years more advanced than the previous computer. According to the urine nature of the county bureau's procurement, it was possible to be 8 or 10 years ahead.

Jiang Yuan happily installed various commonly used software, opened it with peace of mind, and watched it.

Using a new computer is really more interesting!

Wu Jun looked at his silly happy appearance, and was also very happy, took a Zhonghua, and lit it silently by himself.

Quiet office, quiet criminal police courtyard, and Ningtai County with no thieves under heaven. What a beautiful scenery and prosperous world!

"Die and love, not uninhibited and not happy..."

Wu Jun's mobile phone sang while vibrating.

Wu Jun went over to answer, said "En En" twice, sucked the remaining half of the cigarette in one breath, poked it into the flower pot, turned to Jiang Yuan and said: "Go out, there is a broken hand, go over and see the scene."

"So cruel. Is the person alive?" Jiang Yuan immediately packed his things and asked while walking.

"Alive, sent to the hospital." Wu Jun put the remaining cigarette into his pocket and said while walking: "The victim fainted and said he didn't know the murderer. Currently, the murderer has not been found."

Jiang Yuan's expression became much more serious and earnest.

There is a big difference between domestic and foreign judicial systems. The first thing foreign police personnel consider is the litigation link, because if the litigation cannot be done, no matter how beautiful the case is, it is a rootless duckweed and meaningless.

Foreign countries are the kind where I know you are the murderer, others know he is the murderer, and the murderer knows you know he is the murderer, but as long as there is not enough evidence, the murderer cannot be convicted.

Police personnel, including forensic doctors, must try their best to prove that the murderer is the murderer.

And for domestic forensic doctors and criminal police and other police personnel, their most important task is to solve the case. After requesting public prosecution, there is basically nothing to do.

Therefore, the victim does not know the murderer, and the murderer has not been found yet, which makes the difficulty of the case rise instantly.

Jiang Yuan and his master arrived at the scene.

This is a self-built courtyard with a wall, more than two meters high. Big iron gate, double opening, with small stone lions squatting at the door.

The scene in the courtyard is very bloody, with large pieces of blood sprayed on the ground.

If this is a scene of killing chickens, it is equivalent to two chickens' blood volume, but the smell at the tip of the nose is clearly the smell of human blood that makes people uncomfortable.

Jiang Yuan first wore a mask and gloves according to the rules, and was in the cordon with his master.

The scene is not big, but you can't walk around.

The scene investigation drew a line, was holding a camera, and seeing Jiang Yuan and Wu Jun, all showed friendly smiles.

The internal report of the "Wu Longshan Wild Man Case" had long been released, but any scene investigation with a brain, seeing the clues found by Jiang Yuan at the scene, could only call it an insider.

Today's case didn't kill anyone, so for Jiang Yuan, it should be considered a small case.

Several scene investigations were looking at Jiang Yuan curiously.

Jiang Yuan stood in the middle of the courtyard, facing the pool of blood on the ground, took a deep breath... ===== CHAPTER 129 =====