Chapter 924: Pursuit

In the heat of battle, charging to the front is absolutely risky.

In the siege warfare of ancient times, being the first to scale the walls was the greatest of the four military merits. Of course, charging into a house now cannot be compared to breaching a city, but for soldiers in peacetime, this is the goal they insisted on even after training until they were peeing blood.

"Open the door. Police!" Officer He Daxuan shouted with full lung power.

There was no movement on the second floor of the guesthouse.

"Shotgun!" Officer He Daxuan waved his hand, almost without hesitation.

The scene of kicking open a door shown on TV has prerequisites. Simply put, if you can see inside the door from the outside, and can even clearly see the brand of the lock, kicking the door directly might be effective. Otherwise, it's best to seek help from a locksmith.

In fact, due to the prevalence of anti-theft doors in the country, kicking a door open is almost unfeasible because anti-theft doors open outwards. Wanting to pry it open is equivalent to kicking the door and the door frame off together; the force required for that is not something a human leg can achieve.

A shotgun is the most direct means. Using a slug round, one shot can destroy the entire locking mechanism. The effect is even better than a specialized door-opening ram. Or rather, a door-opening ram held with both hands is itself a substitute for a shotgun, belonging to a safe solution.

But for today's scene, breaking the door with human force and a locksmith opening the lock were both unfeasible. Waiting would take too long, and it wouldn't necessarily be effective.

He Daxuan could certainly adopt other flanking tactics, but the timing was too sluggish. The purpose of this trip was to find the missing persons and the suspects who were tailing Jiang Yuan and the others. These two charges alone were enough that they couldn't be treated lightly.

The key was that there were guns in Jia Li Zhai, which made soldiers like He Daxuan very fired up.

"Attention!"

The person holding the shotgun was a tall and sturdy soldier. He moved the muzzle down to the front, shouted something in a very non-standard dialect, and then the muzzle pulled the trigger!

Bang!

With a sound about the size of a large firework, the lock on the second-floor anti-theft door was knocked entirely into the door.

A police officer next to him, wearing gloves, pulled open the anti-theft door.

He Daxuan held his pistol up, held a small round shield with one hand, and charged in without hesitation.

"Police, hands up!"

He Daxuan shouted while observing the surrounding environment.

This guesthouse was similar to many guesthouses in Jia Li Zhai; the base color was the style of ordinary self-built rural houses. The main hall on the first floor was a local feature, satisfying both the spiritual needs of the people of Jia Li Zhai and the spiritual needs of tourists.

Starting from the second floor, it was the mode of an ordinary person's living room.

The second floor that He Daxuan raided consisted of a living room, a dining room, and a kitchen. It was transparent from north to south, with a sofa, a dining table, and a TV. It had many green plants and decorative paintings, basically the appearance of a guesthouse in its infancy.

"Police!" He Daxuan shouted again, facing the empty living room.

The building was quiet.

"Go to the third floor." He Daxuan used his shield to nudge his helmet and continued forward.

The tall and sturdy soldier under his command followed closely with the shotgun, and behind him were several soldiers with pistols and submachine guns. The truly high-powered riflemen actually fell behind.

In the buildings of Jia Li Zhai, some walls were only two layers of red brick thick. Regardless of whether it was an 81-style or a 95-style, the bullet's power was enough to penetrate the wall.

In comparison, shotguns using buckshot and submachine guns using pistol ammunition were safer. They were less likely to have excessive power, could guarantee the instant elimination of unarmored enemies, were not easy to penetrate walls and cause collateral damage, and were more than enough to deal with hunting-grade weapons.

Jiang Yuan, under Mu Zhiyang's protection, followed closely behind the soldiers of the Armed Police squadron.

He actually possessed LV3 CQB (Close Quarters Battle) technology, equivalent to having LV3 combat strength in urban buildings. Given the current actual combat status in the country, he could definitely be called an urban warfare expert.

However, Jiang Yuan wasn't in a hurry to step forward and command anything. Precisely because he had LV3 CQB technology, he knew that this stuff was equally dependent on practice and coordination. The effect of one person using it alone couldn't be said to be bad, only limited.

After all, in a real environment, even if an urban warfare expert had the ability to take on ten, assuming he had it, any criminal police detachment leader who determined this could immediately mobilize hundreds of people to reinforce the line. If the other party had the ability to take on a hundred, the Armed Police had even heavier equipment.

For example, the Ruan Qiang gang possessed Type 56 submachine guns and Type 54 pistols, and had multiple hand grenades. The provincial department later mobilized two Type 82 recoilless rifles and two 40-rocket launchers, directly blowing the small building where they were making their last stand into rubble.

In the 2007 Zhang Hongbin case, this person only possessed 1 Type 56 submachine gun and 4 magazines, but because he was a worker at the armory, he was skilled in using guns and had a certain level of tactical literacy. The police mobilized a Type 92 infantry fighting vehicle and used the 25mm autocannon on it to directly turn the sturdy bluestone old house into ruins, and the person also died inside.

Jiang Yuan felt that if necessary in the future, he could really train a team. It wouldn't need many people, seven or eight, or eleven or twelve, and they could basically solve most criminals. Moreover, not only could it be used domestically, but it might also be useful abroad.

"Found something!"

Someone shouted upstairs, causing everyone to raise their attention.

Jiang Yuan followed Mu Zhiyang up to the third floor.

In the three bedrooms, people were squatting in two, and one person was sleeping.

"Are they dead?" Mu Zhiyang asked.

"No. The people upstairs have also been brought down by us." Officer He Daxuan waved the gun in his hand boredly, engaged the safety, and said: "Didn't find any guns, didn't find any other contraband either."

"Who is the boss?" Meng Chengbiao stood out and began to inquire.

In the absence of other evidence, it was hard to say whether these people could be called suspects.

"I am. My name is Xie Wenyuan. Squatting in the inner room, the five..."

"I didn't say you committed a capital crime." Meng Chengbiao replied, asking: "Have you dealt with the police before?"

"No... no..." The man, Xie Wenyuan, said quickly.

Jiang Yuan at this time put the Type 92 he was holding back, first went to the room where the person was sleeping, felt the pulse on the neck with his hand, and said: "With so many people, he's actually sleeping? What did he eat?"

"Didn't... eat anything..." Xie Wenyuan again revealed an honest smile.

"Then it's an injection?" Jiang Yuan asked.

"No, how would I dare? Drug trafficking is a death sentence." Xie Wenyuan shook his head quickly.

"If it's not an injection, it's something eaten. What was used?" Jiang Yuan came from a forensic background, but he wasn't someone who could only make judgments after cutting people open.

He leaned over and smelled the person's breath, flipped the eyelids, and asked: "New type of drug? What kind?"

The eyes of the few people on the scene lit up.

Meng Chengbiao assisted: "We can send people for testing at any time and find out what you fed him."

Xie Wenyuan shook his head repeatedly: "It's not drugs, really not, just... just ate some mushrooms, might be poisoned."

Jiang Yuan raised an eyebrow and asked: "Where are the mushrooms?"

Xie Wenyuan hesitated and whispered: "In the bag under the bed."

Wang Chuanxing took the camera, took photos first, and then took out a bag from under the bed.

Two layers of black plastic bags, opened, was a small Lock & Lock box. Inside the box was a lump of mushroom that looked like a quarter of a mustard green, with traces of knife cuts on it.

"You eat them raw?" Jiang Yuan asked.

Xie Wenyuan carefully gave an "en" sound.

"Hallucinogenic mushrooms, right?" Jiang Yuan sniffed. He didn't know much about mushrooms, but this was just basic knowledge.

Xie Wenyuan gave two more honest smiles: "I don't know about that, just mushrooms from the mountains, we've eaten them since we were kids."

"Chinese people don't eat mushrooms raw." Jiang Yuan paused and said: "Eating mushrooms raw is for the purpose of seeking hallucinations, the same as taking drugs."

Xie Wenyuan couldn't help but look at the Village Director, his face changed slightly, and he added: "But eating mushrooms isn't illegal."

This sentence really stumped the criminal police on the scene.

The effect of hallucinogenic mushrooms is the effect of drugs, but the addictiveness is not strong. In many Western countries, eating hallucinogenic mushrooms is illegal, similar to drug use. Of course, some countries like the Netherlands manage them the same way as marijuana.

In China, the country known for the strongest anti-drug efforts, hallucinogenic mushrooms are eaten and traded freely. Not only are they not illegal, but there is no management. The most famous domestic hallucinogenic mushroom is the "Jianshouqing" (Blue-Hand-Green).

The so-called poisoning from eating Jianshouqing is, to put it bluntly, achieving a hallucinogenic effect, getting high. Its main components are psilocybin and LSD. The former is the main component of hallucinogenic mushrooms in the United States, and the latter is the main component of the new type of drug "stamp" (LSD).

During US Treasury Secretary Yellen's visit to China, she ordered 4 plates of Jianshouqing in one go. Obviously, it wasn't because she loved Chinese food; someone who loves Chinese food wouldn't order four plates of one dish.

Compared to eating after cooking, eating hallucinogenic mushrooms raw is obviously a more economical and direct means of hallucination.

Jiang Yuan picked up the mushroom to look at it, then looked at the small knife used to cut the mushroom, and said slowly: "Cut very carefully, the amount cut isn't large, but as far as I know, eating hallucinogenic mushrooms shouldn't make someone sleep to death. What else did this person eat?"

Xie Wenyuan remained silent.

Jiang Yuan leaned over and put down the mushroom, saying: "If you don't tell me, I'll take the green title of the Prado downstairs. If it's a stolen car, we'll confiscate it."

"That won't do!" Xie Wenyuan jumped up, and then was easily suppressed.

"Besides mushrooms, what else was eaten?" Jiang Yuan asked again.

"Fed him some sedative medicine, prescribed by the village doctor for my mom before. I saw the police coming, and he was laughing and crying..." Xie Wenyuan explained after finishing: "Fed him two pills the first time and it didn't work, so fed him a few more, maybe ate too much."

"Send two people to the hospital to have his stomach pumped, keep the person alive, and do a physical and chemical examination." Jiang Yuan turned to instruct Wang Chuanxing, then looked at Xie Wenyuan and asked: "What is your relationship?"

"Him? Just a guest, no relationship." Xie Wenyuan became honest and simple again at this point.

Jiang Yuan had people check the ID documents and did facial recognition. Sure enough, it was a tourist from another province.

With the identity confirmed, the expressions of the few criminal police on the scene became somber.

A guest from afar, staying in a guesthouse for a hundred yuan a day, eating hallucinogenic mushrooms provided by the guesthouse owner—this content sounded a bit hallucinogenic itself. ===== CHAPTER 925 =====