Chapter 113 Little Party

Evening.

A dirty Toyota Prado drove over from the direction of Wulong Mountain, entered the county road, and then drove into Jingye Town as usual.

The hunting five-member team is not short of money.

In recent years, they have rented and bought several yards at the foot of Wulong Mountain, parked many cars, and stored basic supplies as warehouses.

Every time they go down the mountain, no matter which yard they go to, several people can easily deal with the prey and then drive into the city.

Although the police distributed in several surrounding towns and villages know this information and have collected the vehicle information of the five-member team as much as possible, and have inquired about the information of related vehicles from the vehicle management office, they still dare not guarantee that they will encounter the vehicles on the list.

This Toyota Prado is on the list, but it was only when it was about to reach the Xinhong Hotel that the criminal police on guard noticed it and reported it to Huang Qiangmin.

Huang Qiangmin, whose calves had become thin from waiting, got up from the recliner, waved the intercom with one hand, and shouted: "All departments are in place. This is not an exercise, it's not an exercise, the target has appeared, the wild man has arrived!"

That look is like an unsuccessful director who finally got the baton and started working after sleeping with the third woman all night, tired and excited.

Everyone rushed to their scheduled positions, and Huang Qiangmin quickly picked up his mobile phone to report to Liu Jinghui.

When his subordinates began to report that the situation was normal, Huang Qiangmin felt that his calf bone was so painful. He had just hit the corner of the table and had no time to rub it. At this moment, he limped to the "command center".

It was the house with the best view in the middle of the 6th floor of the main building of the hotel.

In a short period of time, the entire Xinhong Hotel was upgraded to a big trap.

The two travelers who were checking in in the lobby were sent directly to the room and blocked inside.

Several passages were locked without hesitation, and all were guarded by police officers in plain clothes.

The waiters selected by the boss were arranged to the second floor and the bar next to the service desk 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 at the most important service desk, the two employees were all police officers, and they also received several days of intensive training, and they can easily handle check-in and check-out procedures.

Huang Qiangmin looked at the dirty Toyota entering the door, and the first thing that came to his mind was to order a strong attack.

But he knew that this was just a stress response made by his brain under great pressure.

At this time, a strong attack would be 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-man team would not dare to shoot? Based on their experience in killing, this possibility was almost zero.

"As long as the lobby is passed, the rest will be easy." The instructor said comforting words beside him.

Huang Qiangmin nodded slightly. Indeed, the most dangerous part was the lobby.

He stood on the dark balcony and watched for a few seconds before turning back to look at the surveillance screen.

Under the operation of several technicians, there were at least three cameras watching the movements of the five-member group.

It can be seen that several people in the hall had stiff movements in a short period of time.

The waiter who was circled by the boss was well-behaved, but now he knew that he was working for the police. He was scared and there was nothing to say.

Even the one placed on the second floor by the police himself had an abnormal neck twist.

Huang Qiangmin held the intercom tightly in his hand, ready to order a strong attack at any time.

At this point, there was no need to complain about "poor acting skills" or "insufficient psychological quality". It was just a matter of whether to fight or not.

The five-member group was doing the registration as usual, with a relaxed look.

After an unknown amount of time, the five-member team took the room card, carried their luggage, and walked in the right direction.

A soft voice came from the intercom: "We've entered."

Huang Qiangmin also breathed a sigh of relief.

The area around the five-member team's room had been rearranged, and at this stage, it was less likely to cause accidental injuries.

Huang Qiangmin was relieved.

Then, now he still needed to wait.

If possible, what he hoped most was to capture the five people with zero casualties.

In the distance, several armed police soldiers silently climbed onto the roof and set up sniper rifles and telescopes.

Jiang Yuan and several criminal police officers stood below and watched, and suddenly said: "I think I saw the younger one on the west roof last time."

"Do you have an impression?" Wei Zhenguo looked at Jiang Yuan.

They were deployed in front of the westernmost gate of the hotel, with Jingye Town behind them. This side was far away from Wulong Mountain, and it was supposed to be the direction where the five-member team was 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 unused, so he placed him and Wei Zhenguo at the west gate.

The west side was generally easier than the east side, and Mu Zhiyang and Wen Ming, who were deployed together, were also in a relatively stable mood.

Jiang Yuan looked at the dark gate and whispered: "I seem to have seen it when I arrested Chen Fan a few days ago. He seemed a little disappointed at the time."

Wei Zhenguo grinned: "I didn't shoot, disappointed?"

"It's possible."

Mu Zhiyang laughed twice: "The second-class merit in hand ran away. Snipers are the easiest to get second-class merit."

"It shouldn't be easy to hit it." Jiang Yuan 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 light and sun. The SWAT police, armed with Type 05 revolvers, fired 6 shots at the running mad dog. 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 true.

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 police 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 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, we don't 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!