Chapter 471: The Forensic Expert's Protection

Huang Qiangmin helped Jiang Yuan put on his bulletproof vest, tightened it firmly, added two bulletproof plates, and then added anti-riot arm guards and anti-cut neck guards before giving him a heavy pat on the back. "Be sharp," he said. "We aren't relying on you to charge into the fray. Don't forget, you're wearing gray shoulder straps."

"I know, I'll be careful." Jiang Yuan had no intention of charging into the fray either. He patted the bulletproof plates on his body and said, "It's fine. I heard that even AKs can't penetrate this stuff."

"What about hitting other places... ptooey, ptooey, ptooey." Huang Qiangmin spat on the ground twice, then put the helmet on Jiang Yuan and said, "You just analyze the footprints, stand a bit further away, and don't rush into the building, got it?"

"Got it." Jiang Yuan didn't find Huang Qiangmin annoying. Honestly, he was a bit nervous himself. As the saying goes, blades and bullets have no eyes; no matter how many skills he had, they couldn't stop a bullet.

Huang Qiangmin turned to insert bulletproof plates into Mu Zhiyang's vest and said, "You protect Jiang Yuan well, got it? Completing the mission is certainly important, but protecting Jiang Yuan's safety is even more important. When you encounter an unclear enemy situation, don't foolishly rush forward. We have the people surrounded; it's just a matter of catching them sooner or later. Don't throw your life away for such a small amount of time."

"Understood." Mu Zhiyang said solemnly, "As long as I'm here, I absolutely won't let Team Leader Jiang suffer even a single injury."

"Don't say that." Huang Qiangmin patted Mu Zhiyang's shoulder. "No matter what, don't get injured. I'll request a commendation for you when you return."

Huang Qiangmin then helped Jiang Yuan put on his anti-cut gloves, watched Mu Zhiyang check his gun, handed Mu Zhiyang a shield, and reluctantly gave up his position.

Today's tasks were very heavy. In front of Jiang Yuan and Mu Zhiyang were forensic personnel from the Anti-Drug Detachment. The latter were responsible for operating the infrared cameras, accompanying Jiang Yuan and Mu Zhiyang to find suitable angles to film the situation inside the building.

Based on the camera's footage, Jiang Yuan gave his judgments as much as possible and informed the assault team members on the front line via walkie-talkie.

The three-person team had a certain degree of flexibility, and furthermore, having Mu Zhiyang assigned to Jiang Yuan was already a very luxurious configuration.

Today, the Deputy Detachment Leader of the Anti-Drug Detachment was going to be on the front line himself; adding more protectors for Jiang Yuan wasn't realistic. The idea of giving a police officer a bodyguard sounded inappropriate, and besides, a bloated team wouldn't necessarily be safer.

Huang Qiangmin wanted to add himself to the team, but was dissuaded by Detachment Leader Yin. He was already in his 40s, rarely did daily training, and didn't even know if he could handle twenty minutes of high-intensity exercise. Sending him to Jiang Yuan's side would purely be adding to the chaos.

Following Detachment Leader Yin's order, the assault team set off first. At the same time, the assigned traffic police and public security officers were sent to the streets to start clearing the crowds and moving vehicles.

Jiang Yuan's team followed closely behind the first wave of the assault team, only stopping when they reached the opposite side of the road from the target building. In the infrared camera, they could already see figures running about.

Jiang Yuan wasn't afraid of them running; he was only afraid of them standing still.

The +1 skill buff had already been applied to footprint identification. Jiang Yuan steadied the infrared camera, stared at it for a few moments, and said, "Someone took a heavy object from the second floor; it's very likely a heavy weapon, a long gun."

"Received." The Deputy Detachment Leader's voice remained steady.

"Someone is walking down from the fourth floor; it's also very likely they are carrying guns." Jiang Yuan continued speaking. What he said would be synchronized to the temporary command post.

The reply was still from the Deputy Detachment Leader: "Received."

Jiang Yuan continued to stare at the camera's display screen.

In the infrared camera, one could only see clusters of human figures; one couldn't even make out a complete human shape. Firearms and other items couldn't be seen if they weren't emitting heat.

If Jiang Yuan only had LV3 footprint identification, he wouldn't be able to reach any effective conclusions when faced with such ghost-like images. But with LV5 or even LV6 skills, it was completely different.

It was like the gait recognition systems now popularized in airports and high-speed rail stations. Does the system really look at gait? Not entirely; it can only be said to be an identity recognition system with gait as its core. It makes judgments based on body type, walking posture, muscle strength, weight, center of gravity, coordination, and walking style.

Similarly, a person's normal walking posture is definitely different from their posture when carrying a heavy object. The gait of someone holding a gun is also different from the gait of someone carrying a gun on their back.

But to see them clearly, Jiang Yuan had to get close enough, and sometimes, he had to change angles to look.

Bang!

Bang!

The assault team in front used a shotgun to open the door directly and then rushed in.

"Police!"

"Hands on your heads!"

"Drop your guns and you won't be killed!"

Regardless of what the police rushing in were shouting, everyone became tense.

Jiang Yuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at the infrared camera's external display again, and said, "Let's move forward."

Computers perform gait recognition automatically, usually at a maximum distance of 60 meters. This refers to the distance from the camera to the person.

Jiang Yuan performing gait recognition manually was already quite a stretch at this distance. This is one of the areas where computers are superior to humans; they can perform calculations based on existing algorithms even under very low clarity.

Jiang Yuan couldn't do that. He needed at least a human figure to make a judgment, and furthermore, overly distorted positions wouldn't work either; it was best to have a front or back view.

Mu Zhiyang hesitated for half a second before raising his shield and continuing forward.

In the past year, he had undergone tactical training several times and could easily distinguish the risks of continuing forward.

At this moment, if someone were to escape from the side, because of the obstruction of the wall, the snipers might not be able to reach them, but his and Jiang Yuan's team would bear the brunt of it.

Despite this, Mu Zhiyang still moved forward firmly.

You can prepare however you want before a battle, but once you are on the battlefield, hoping to stay out of harm's way is the most dangerous thing.

Jiang Yuan also walked forward without a word, one hand resting on Mu Zhiyang's shoulder, his eyes fixed on the camera's external screen, entrusting all safety issues to Mu Zhiyang.

"There are long guns on the second floor, at the second-floor stairwell, two people, they have weapons." Jiang Yuan reported quickly, then entered the building's perimeter wall and circled around to scout.

Bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

The gunfire inside the building became intense, and in the middle, there was also the sound of police submachine guns.

Jiang Yuan felt that since he had joined the police force, he had never seen or heard such intense gunfire.

Even for the few desperate hunters in Wu Longshan, although they had quite a few weapons, for those few people, they mainly used single-shot weapons.

The Anti-Drug Detachment wasn't so polite. Recalling it now, just the first wave of the assault team was carrying at least four submachine guns.

Unlike the shotguns that foreigners love to use, when domestic SWAT teams do this kind of work, what they like to use most is submachine guns. In units with demand, a Type 79 submachine gun has almost 8 variants, which is more exaggerated than the Air Force's "Number Six."

And amidst the gunfire, Jiang Yuan could also feel the tension on the front line.

In front of them were two waves of assault teams, followed by arrest teams waiting in full battle array. It sounded like a lot of people, but when faced with firearms, an experienced gunman could potentially cause irreparable losses.

Jiang Yuan patted Mu Zhiyang's shoulder again and continued forward.

Detachment Leader Yin's voice came through the walkie-talkie: "Jiang Yuan, pay attention to controlling the distance."

"Received." Jiang Yuan replied, walked a few more steps with Mu Zhiyang, stood still, and started scanning the front frantically with the infrared camera.

Another anti-drug officer in the three-person team started frequently reporting points to the rear.

This feeling was like being able to peek at the screen while playing a shooting game.

As for the current situation in the country, even for drug trafficking gangs, compared to the police's firepower, they were just mantises trying to stop a chariot. It's just that the police now pursue total annihilation while aiming for zero casualties, so the difficulty inevitably increases.

Sss...

The walkie-talkie suddenly sounded, followed by Detachment Leader Yin's quick voice: "Someone is about to jump off the building on the third floor, pay attention..."

The words had just fallen when a person fell silently to a spot two meters in front of Mu Zhiyang.

Splat.

With a dull, melon-like sound, red, white, and yellow liquids splashed all over Mu Zhiyang's shield.