Chapter 113 Little Paicai
evening.
A dirty Toyota Overlord drove from the direction of Wulongshan, inserted into the county road, and then drove into Jingye Town as usual.
There is no shortage of money to hunt the Five.
In recent years, they have rented several yards at the foot of Wulong Mountain, parked many cars, and stored basic supplies and doubled as warehouses.
Every time we go down the mountain, no matter which yard we go to, a few people can easily handle the prey before driving into the city.
Although the police officers in several surrounding towns knew this information and tried their best to collect the vehicle information of the five-person group and inquired the vehicle management office about the relevant vehicle information, they still could not guarantee that they would Vehicles on the list can be encountered.
The Toyota Overbearing was on the list, but it was only when it was approaching the Sun Hung Hotel that the criminal police on guard noticed it and reported it to Huang Qiangmin.
Huang Qiangmin, whose calves had become thinner while waiting, got up from the recliner in one go, waved the walkie-talkie with one hand, and shouted: "All departments are in place. This time is not a drill, it is not a drill, the target has appeared, The savages have arrived!”
That way, he looked like a frustrated director who finally mastered the direction and started working after sleeping with the third girl all night. He was tired but excited.
Everyone rushed to their predetermined positions. Huang Qiangmin quickly picked up his mobile phone and reported to Liu Jinghui.
When his subordinates began to report that the situation was normal, Huang Qiangmin felt that the bone in his calf was hurting. He had just hit the corner of the table and had no time to rub it. At this moment, he limped to the "command headquarters".
It is the house with the best view in the middle of the 6th floor of the main hotel building.
In a short period of time, the entire Sun Hung Hotel was upgraded into a big trap.
Two travelers who were checking in in the lobby were sent directly to their rooms and blocked inside.
Several passages were locked without hesitation, and all were guarded by police officers in civilian clothes.
Several waiters selected by the boss were arranged to the second floor and the wine bar next to the service desk, just to create a familiar atmosphere so as not to disturb the old hunter with a sensitive sense of smell.
The other employees were all replaced by police officers.
Especially the most important service desk, the two employees are all police officers. They have also received several days of intensive training and can already handle check-in and check-out procedures easily.
Huang Qiangmin watched the dirty Toyota enter the door. The first thing that came to his mind was that he wanted to order a storm.
But he knew that this was just a stress response of his brain under tremendous pressure.
A strong attack at this time is a real strong attack.
What everyone wanted was to capture them alive, but a group of people rushed up with guns, betting that the five-person group would not dare to shoot? Judging from their murder experience, this possibility is almost impossible.
"As long as the lobby level is passed, the rest will be easy." The instructor said comforting words beside him.
Huang Qiangmin nodded slightly. Indeed, the most dangerous link is the lobby.
He stood on the dark balcony and watched for a few seconds before turning around and looking at the surveillance screen.
Under the operation of several technicians, there were at least three cameras watching the movements of the five-person group.
It can be seen that several people in the hall became stiff in their movements in a short period of time.
The waiter who was asked to be designated by the boss was well-behaved, but now he knew that he was working for the police. He was scared and had nothing to say.
Even the man whom the police placed on the second floor had his neck twisted abnormally.
Huang Qiangmin's hand was holding the walkie-talkie tightly, ready to order a storm at any time.
At this point in time, there is no need to complain about "the acting skills are not good" or "the psychological quality is not up to par" or anything like that. It just depends on whether the fight starts or not.
However, the five-person group was registering as usual, with relaxed expressions.
I don’t know how long it took, but the five-person group took the room card, carried their luggage, found the right direction and walked over.
A gentle voice came from the intercom: "Going in."
Huang Qiangmin also breathed a sigh of relief.
The surroundings of the five-person group's room have been rearranged. At this stage, accidental injuries are less likely to occur.
Huang Qiangmin felt much more relieved.
And now we still have to wait.
If possible, what he hopes most is to be able to capture five people with zero casualties.
In the distance, several armed police soldiers silently climbed onto the roof and set up sniper rifles and binoculars.
Jiang Yuan and several criminal police officers stood below, watching, and suddenly said: "I think I saw the younger guy on the west roof last time."
"Is there any impression?" Wei Zhenguo looked at Jiang Yuan.
They were stationed in front of the westernmost gate of the hotel, with Jingye Town behind them. This is the end far away from Wulong Mountain, and it is said to be the direction where the five-person group is least likely to escape.
Huang Qiangmin pulled most of his criminal police team over. Although he wanted to take care of Jiang Yuan, he couldn't leave such a big guy alone, so he and Wei Zhenguo were placed at the west gate.
The west side was generally more relaxed than the east side, and the moods of Mu Zhiyang and Wen Ming, who were deployed together, were also relatively stable.
Jiang Yuan looked at the dark door and whispered: "I seemed to have seen Chen Fan when I arrested him a few days ago. I felt that he was a little disappointed at that time."
Wei Zhenguo grinned unconsciously: "You didn't shoot, are you disappointed?"
"possible."
Mu Zhiyang chuckled and said, "The second-class skill I got is gone. Snipers are the easiest to get second-class skill."
"It shouldn't be easy to hit," Jiang Yuanda said.
"Then it's time to test him. If he hits, it's a second-class skill. If he fails to hit, his eardrums will be scolded by his superiors?" Mu Zhiyang chatted with several people as if telling a story.
They were far apart, and it was not yet time for the action to begin, so their words were not affected. What really affected me was that I was too nervous.
The criminal police have seen and heard of such extremely evil elements, and will not feel afraid of them unless... they carry guns.
As the saying goes, bullets don't have eyes, they only hit the vertebrae.
If you go home as a paraplegic, you won't be proud.
Wei Zhenguo also put his hand on the holster and said softly: "If we encounter a criminal suspect who escapes later, it will be the same. If he hits the second class, he will be a fool for three years if he fails. .”
Wen Ming couldn't help but take out the pistol he received and looked at it before saying, "I fired 10 rounds last year. I didn't even feel the gun clearly, so I took it back."
"Don't worry." Mu Zhiyang comforted him and said, "Even if you hit all 7 bullets in one breath, the person may not feel anything and run away. I'm not joking about being a cannon smasher."
"What do you mean about me?" Wen Ming looked at Mu Zhiyang with contempt: "You are wearing Type 05, right?"
Mu Zhiyang's face suddenly fell.
Indeed, compared to its predecessors, the 05 Little Smasher is even more excessive.
It is said that even a dog cannot be beaten to death.
The specific story is about a cold and freezing morning with no sun and moon. The special police armed with Type 05 revolvers faced the mad dog and fired six shots in succession. The gun hit the dog. The mad dog seemed unaware and ran at no speed Passed by him unabated.
From the data point of view, this story is also quite realistic.
The Type 05 police revolver has a muzzle kinetic energy of 8j. What is the concept? It usually takes 80j to kill a human body. The bullet is walking on the road... Let's just say, don't shoot too far away. In addition, it is best not to hit someone wearing jeans, as it can easily break someone's clothes.
In addition, the Type 05 police pistol can also fire anti-riot bullets, that is, rubber bullets, with a muzzle kinetic energy of 16J. This bullet is very comfortable to use. It doesn't matter the distance. The probability of it shooting through jeans is not high. According to official data, at a distance of 50 meters, there is an 80% probability of shooting through 1 mm of kraft paper.
Therefore, when someone says that the 20j imitation gun is just a toy gun, they can use the Type 05 police pistol to speak. When my policeman uncle uses his own pistol, when it is loaded with rubber bullets, the muzzle kinetic energy is only 16j. The muzzle kinetic energy of your BB bullet is 20j. Is that reasonable?
Of course, the two small smashing cannons are relatively reliable when used to hit people. One weighed one kilogram, and the other weighed two kilograms. They were hung securely with a gun rope, and when they were swung round and smashed, the lethality was astonishing.
"Why."
Wen Ming and Mu Zhiyang sighed together.
Wei Zhenguo was holding a small cannon in his hand, but he had been used to it for a long time, and he kept his expression as usual and said: "You guys are doing the accounting, Mu Zhiyang, your Goubuli has 6 bullets, Wen Ming, your magazine is 7 Shoot, I have 7 bullets, and Jiang Yuan has 7 more. Let’s shoot them all in one go. That’s 27 bullets. As long as they all hit, the Tibetan Mastiff will be knocked down.”
Jiang Yuan nodded in agreement: "Fortunately it's not winter, these people won't run out wearing bearskin coats."
"There's no point in wearing a bulletproof vest. Just drag it and call a sniper." Wei Zhenguo was a little happy and said to himself: "I don't know how our colleagues in the Northeast use guns. The Type 05 should not be able to penetrate a large cotton-padded jacket."
A few people chatted and laughed for a while, and their emotions were relaxed to a certain extent.
Wei Zhenguo seemed to be remembering it again and said, "By the way, you have seven rounds in the magazine, right?"
The bullets of the first-generation small cannon are not good enough. Although it has a capacity of 7 rounds, it can usually hold 5 rounds of bullets.
Jiang Yuan took out the gun and checked it, nodded and said, "Seven rounds."
"Well, if we really encounter a situation, there is no need to fire a warning shot, just shoot." Wei Zhenguo said.
Mu Zhiyang also said beside him: "Actually, there is no need to be so nervous. We are not even worthy of a 92. What does it mean? It means that the position we are guarding is not dangerous. Even if the suspect breaks through, he will not choose our direction..."
Just as he was talking, the intercom on his waist rang loudly, and Huang Qiangmin's voice was strong and nervous:
"The thief is running out. All units should pay attention. The thief is running to the west. Pay attention to the west gate! Attention to the west gate!"
The few people who were still chatting suddenly felt their adrenaline surge and their foreheads felt hot.
At this moment, Jiang Yuan was holding an unfamiliar gun, and his hands were shaking.
He forced himself to recall the bones during the autopsy, and then he felt a little calmer.
Dry!