You're supposed to be a security officer, what case are you solving?

Chapter 397 Killed!

Wen Mo arrived even faster than Yang Jinwen had imagined.

6:33.

Four cars sped in from the left side of Xinghua Road, their dim headlights illuminating the snow-covered road surface, making them quite dazzling.

Immediately afterwards, the car lights went out.

Before the car in front had even come to a complete stop, more than a dozen people jumped out of the three cars behind them. They were agile and quick.

Yang Jinwen raised his hand to his eyebrows to try and make out the face of the leader, but he didn't recognize him.

The group ran to the first car, separated the two people, and helped open the car door. Wen Mo and a burly man got out of the car.

This demeanor is quite different from that of the average old-timer in the police force.

Especially in the criminal investigation team, the ones who open car doors for their superiors are all green recruits, willingly and naturally.

But the older generation is a bit too proud to admit it.

If Jiang Jianbing and Xu Guoliang were to open the car door for He Jinbo, it would be a pipe dream. If they were to open the door for Lu Shaohua, they would do so through gritted teeth, like a newlywed bride being forcibly dragged into bed, delicate, hesitant, and very aggrieved.

Clearly, the group of people who came were of very high quality and their discipline was far superior to that of a typical criminal investigation team.

Upon seeing the man getting off the bus, Yang Jinwen suddenly realized that he had seen this man before, and not only had he seen him before, but they were also related.

If we have to talk about seniority, Yang Jinwen should call him brother.

This person is Wen Hesong, the director of the First Investigation Division of the Provincial Public Security Department.

He was wearing a long brown overcoat, and was tall and imposing. He walked briskly alongside Wen Mo.

He reached out his hand before the other person arrived.

Yang Jinwen quickly went to greet him: "Director Wen."

"Team Leader Yang."

The two addressed each other by their titles without any apparent intimacy.

"how is the situation?"

According to Geng Hao's confession, there were four thugs in the courtyard, three men and one woman. One of them, Guo Yu, was carrying the pistol that killed Li Song. It cannot be ruled out that they had other weapons.

The men from the Third Brigade had already circled around from the left and right sides, as well as the back of the courtyard. According to Lao Yao and Yao Weihua, the lights were on in the courtyard, but they didn't know if all the thugs were inside.

Wen Mo nodded: "He Song, have your men come along and make the arrest together!"

"Okay, Director Wen."

Wen Hesong patted Yang Jinwen on the shoulder, called over a dozen of his men, discussed for a moment, and then instructed, "Everyone check your watches. It's 6:35 now. In ten minutes, at 6:45, make the arrest!"

These capable provincial criminal police officers all pulled out their guns and flashlights, checked the watches on their wrists, and even adjusted the watch faces to their wrists.

Afterwards, the group split into three groups and headed to the location set up by Yang Jinwen to meet up with Yao Weihua, Cai Ting, and Maozi.

Yang Jinwen glanced at Wen Mo, whose father-in-law's expression was solemn and his lips were tightly pressed together.

There's no doubt that the father-in-law has some powerful backer.

He summoned Wenhesong, but who was the person behind Wenhesong?

Yue Hongdong held a temporary post in the provincial department, where he was a deputy director.

Therefore, the person Wen Mo relies on is most likely someone with a higher position than Yue Hongdong!
There are only a handful of people who are more capable than Yue Hongdong.

But Qincheng is not just about the provincial department. The most important reason why Wen Mo was able to sit in this position is actually the city governor of Qincheng, or even higher.

Yang Jinwen pondered to himself that his father-in-law must have made a big decision to break ties with Yue Hongdong. He couldn't figure out the intricacies of the situation, nor did he care to.

But then he suddenly remembered someone: his nominal stepmother, Zhang Chunxia, ​​whose teacher seemed to be Secretary Zhengfa Wei!

If Wen Mo is backed by Zhang Chunxia's connections, plus his connections in the provincial department, wow...

My father-in-law is going all in on Yue Hongdong!

At this moment, Wen Hesong patted Yang Jinwen on the shoulder: "It's time to take action."

"it is good."

Yang Jinwen lifted the hem of his shirt, pulled out his gun, and instructed his father-in-law beside him, "Director Wen, you..."

Wen Mo waved his hand: "You go first, I'll go in with you."

Yang Jinwen blinked. This meant he was going to be present at the arrest scene in person. It seemed that tonight's operation was of utmost importance, somewhat like a father-in-law offering a pledge of allegiance to someone.

Yang Jinwen nodded: "Xiao Cai, protect Director Wen."

"I know, Captain Yang." Feng Xiaocai held a gun in her hand, but her hands were so small that the bones in her fingers were protruding.

Actually, Wen Mo didn't need any protection. When the old man was in the car, his nephew Wen Song had already put the only bulletproof vest in the team on him.

But Yang Jinwen couldn't help but care.

Feng Xiaocai agreed, and Wen Mo glanced at her, memorizing the girl's face.

With Yang Jinwen's arrangement, Wen Mo knew that Feng Xiaocai was one of his own, and his impression of her immediately deepened, even more so than that of someone else.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Jinwen and Wen Hesong led their men and strode quickly into the alley.

There were no streetlights in the alley, making it very dark. Only the lights from the main road outside shone in; otherwise, it would have been impossible to see what was happening inside.

Both sides were covered with snow that had not yet melted. They tried their best not to step on it, but it still attracted the barking of a dog from a resident.

Walking unimpeded into the innermost part of the alley, Yang Jinwen pointed to the passageway on the right, with red brick walls on both sides, about one and a half meters high.

Under a locust tree, a dozen or so people, looking like ghosts, gathered.

The double iron gates of the courtyard were tightly closed. Half of the blue paint on the gates had peeled off, revealing mottled rust.

The people arranged by Yao Weihua, Cai Ting, and Wen Hesong are already on standby.

Yao Weihua said in a low voice, "I climbed up the tree and saw that there were two people on the first floor, and the lights were on on the second floor as well."

Yang Jinwen glanced at his watch; it was already 6:44. He looked at Wen Hesong, who nodded.

"Arrests!"

Two young men from the provincial department nimbly climbed the locust tree, used the trunk as leverage, and leaped onto the wall, landing in the yard like ghosts. The locust tree was at least two meters away from the wall, and there were sharp shards of beer bottles on the wall, but that didn't hinder the two men's leap.

Yao Weihua blinked and asked Yang Jinwen, "Special forces?"

The response he received was a gentle hymn: "You're right."

Just as Yao Weihua was about to raise an eyebrow, the double iron doors creaked open from the inside.

Immediately afterwards, a group of people rushed in.

At first, their steps were light, but as soon as they jumped onto the steps in front of the house, their steps became heavier and heavier.

So much so that the people inside became alert, and then, "bang!"

The downstairs door was kicked open forcefully.

In addition, there was another door on the right, which was also broken open by the provincial police officers.

"Who?"

Shouts came from inside the house, and before the words were even finished, beams of flashlights shone into the room, and a group of people rushed in like a wave.

"do not move!"

"Hands up! Hands up!"

"stop!"

"Upstairs! Hurry upstairs!"

At this moment, he relied on his sharp eyes. Yang Jinwen held his gun in his right hand, but did not make any arrests. Instead, he kept scanning the room with his eyes.

There were two people on the first floor, a man and a woman, who had already been restrained.

Yao Weihua and Cai Ting rushed up to the second floor. Just as they reached the top, Yang Jinwen had just reached the bottom of the stairs when they heard gunshots.

"boom!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

A piercing gunshot rang out upstairs. Yang Jinwen instinctively ducked back, when he suddenly heard Cai Ting shout, "Old Yao, are you alright?"

Yang Jinwen strained his ears, but when he didn't hear Yao Weihua's reply, his heart leaped into his throat.

Damn it, something bad happened!

That old bastard is running so fast, he's asking for it!
Not only was Yang Jinwen startled, but the dozen or so people who were making arrests on the first floor also looked up.

Yang Jinwen saw an aluminum pot on a table on the first floor with some unfinished noodles inside. He ran over, picked up the pot, emptied the contents, and then went upstairs through the stairwell.

Wenhe Song and his men followed closely behind him.

The gunfire above has stopped.

A strange voice rang out: "Don't come any closer, damn it, I'll shoot if you dare!"

Yang Jinwen arrived at the corner and saw Cai Ting squatting there, lying on the ground. She tried to get up several times, but didn't dare to.

Yang Jinwen came up behind her, and Cai Ting, panting, said, "Old Yao is up there, and it looks like he was shot."

Yang Jinwen's face was ashen as he gripped the Type 54 pistol tightly in his hand.

Shouts continued from upstairs: "I killed one, I'm not afraid to kill a second! If you dare to rush up here, I'll kill you all! I know who you are, you're the police, aren't you?"

Yang Jinwen is currently positioned with a wall to his right. If he peeks out, the enemy will definitely open fire.

Judging from the voice, the person who fired the shot was standing diagonally opposite.

When Yang Jinwen entered the courtyard earlier, he noticed that there was a window on the left side of the building, which must be a bedroom.

The current position is to his right, and the two sides are diagonally opposite each other.

As soon as Yang Jinwen and his men peek out, bullets will come from this direction.

Yao Weihua's current situation is unclear, leaving Yang Jinwen no time to think.

Just as Wen Hesong was about to offer his suggestion, he suddenly heard Yang Jinwen shout, "Listen up, you upstairs! We're from the Municipal Public Security Bureau. Are you Guo Yu? Let's talk..."

"Talk about your mother..."

The other party immediately shouted, but before they could finish speaking, Yang Jinwen suddenly threw the aluminum pot he was holding.

The aluminum pot traced a parabola as it was thrown into the air to the left.

Before the aluminum pot even hit the ground, Yang Jinwen leaped out of the water!

"Bang! Bang—"

The bullets came, one shot missed, and the other bullet hit the aluminum pot, ricocheting out a dazzling spark.

The instant Yang Jinwen slid out, he gripped the muzzle of his gun tightly with both hands, pointing it diagonally opposite him.

Behind a half-closed door, a person crouched down, holding a gun, his eyes fixed on the direction where the aluminum pot had fallen.

"Oh!"

The aluminum pot slammed heavily to the ground. The man blinked, turned his gaze, and looked towards the stairwell, where he suddenly spotted Yang Jinwen's gun barrel.

He was just about to turn his gun around...

Yang Jinwen pulled the trigger!

"Bang! Bang! Bang -"

A dazzling spark erupted from the muzzle, and three bullets followed in quick succession!

When a person is hit by a bullet, it feels like being stung by a wasp. When they feel intense pain, their body can't take it anymore, and they will scream loudly.

But the man made no sound, because all three bullets were aimed at his head.

He tilted his head back, but his body leaned forward, and the gun in his right hand fell to the ground with a "click".

Immediately, his knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground with his hands hanging down at his waist.

Because he couldn't lift his hands at all, his body slammed straight and stiffly onto the ground, and his head bounced twice on the ground.

(End of this chapter)