National Forensic Doctor-Chapter 1123 - 1054: Integration

The small meeting room was filled with cadres from the Ministry and the Provincial Department.

Officially, they were all here to attend the award ceremony next door. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

An attack on an active-duty police officer that is premeditated is a significant matter. It doesn’t matter if it’s a county-level officer or a station patrolman—such provocation is intolerable for law enforcement. In principle, it would require mobilizing substantial resources to solve the case. The subsequent penalties would also adhere to the maximum limits.

Correspondingly, the resolution of such cases would receive immediate feedback; it wouldn’t be treated like regular cases where a batch is accumulated and a chosen date is decided for conferring awards.

Wang Chuanxing thus received a second-class commendation. Mu Zhiyang and Jiang Yuan both earned first-class commendations, while Wen Ming, who had contributed through shouts and deterrence, was granted a third-class commendation.

The approval and execution speed for this commendation ceremony far exceeded prior norms, demonstrating the heightened attention from all levels of leadership toward the matter.

It could be said that even the most detached bureaucrats, unfamiliar with grassroots matters, would not have seen any delays in the approval flow for this case.

However, for Huang Qiangmin and the other leaders, while the case was resolved and the commendations were awarded, the issue was far from over.

The few of them huddled in the cramped meeting room, pondering Jiang Yuan’s safety concerns.

If there were too many personnel, the costs would be high, implementation difficult, and the drawn-off officer allocation during later needs might inadvertently remove those stationed by Jiang Yuan’s side.

If there were too few, it might become insufficient. Jiang Yuan typically only had Mu Zhiyang accompanying him, and this time, due to working late, he had two additional colleagues in the car.

"No way—assign him a submachine gun. We used to carry Type 79s, with folding stocks. Good power, fast firing rate, high accuracy. In automatic mode, easily suppressing several handguns is no problem; at close range, it’s even more practical than an assault rifle. It was originally designed for jungle warfare. It’s even better when used single-shot." A provincial official was the first to propose the idea.

A Ministry official nodded: "The Type 79 has even been used as a close-range sniper weapon, with cases of on-site elimination of robbers and hostage rescues. A good gun in hand can equal two or three men."

"A submachine gun alone won’t suffice," Huang Qiangmin rejected the proposal outright, shaking his head: "Even with a folding stock, it’s still a large firearm that can’t enter many places. In emergencies, just like this time, it’s still not as practical as a handgun."

"Why not carry both—a handgun and a submachine gun?"

"Too complicated. Magazine quantity is another issue. Ultimately, it would just sit in the trunk." Huang Qiangmin paused before adding, "However, carrying two submachine guns in the trunk is reasonable. We should at least put two in there."

"And there’s the matter of bulletproof vests." The provincial official chimed in again: "Let’s be frank, many security plans we devise are really extensive. Defending ordinary thieves is one thing, but against armed bandits, if someone takes a good position and hits you with a full magazine, you’re done for—nowadays, you won’t have any recourse. A sniper rifle is even out of the question. To secure safety at this level, Jiang Yuan wouldn’t be able to do his work effectively."

Huang Qiangmin silently nodded—this was exactly why the discussion felt so arduous, given everyone present had professional knowledge.

Nonetheless, despite the difficulty, the group continued deliberating while sipping tasteless tea.

The meeting room was small, with the door tightly shut, giving the impression of furtive secrecy.

Passing officers noticed the gathering of Ministry and Provincial leaders along with Huang Qiangmin inside and couldn’t help but speculate that some major operation was being planned.

By evening, Huang Qiangmin and the others emerged from the meeting room with faint smiles.

"Jiang Yuan, come here." After escorting the officials back, Huang Qiangmin called Jiang Yuan over and said, "We’ve discussed it. For the next period, we’ll try to integrate your protection into your work. Let’s call it ’protection by way of work.’"

"How will that integrate?" Jiang Yuan raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"We mainly considered personnel arrangements. Then we thought—well, you spend most of your week working cases anyway. Given that, we’ll take you as the central command point and ensure a certain level of personnel presence. That way, your safety can relatively be ensured." Huang Qiangmin elaborated: "Not just during work hours—you can regroup during rest hours and head out collectively."

"So, I’ll constantly have a team with me?" Jiang Yuan naturally grasped the idea.

"Exactly, and with clear roles differentiated. Some of these individuals will focus primarily on case work, some on protection. Others, like Mu Zhiyang and Wen Ming, regardless of how intense the case becomes, cannot leave your side. The tighter things get, the better prepared they must be. Of course, the weaponry and equipment must be ensured too. Later, we’ll allocate new gear we just acquired for you, all freshly delivered top-grade items. Vehicles will also be upgraded!"

"Alright, no objections from me." Jiang Yuan refrained from any grandstanding against safety measures—after all, Bian Yizhang’s bones weren’t even cold yet. He couldn’t help but wonder what Bian Yizhang might have been thinking at the time.

Indeed, while antisocial personalities or psychopathic killers were statistically rare across society, in a populous country like China, any rarity inherently scales to significant numbers.

One percent of 1.4 billion equals 14 million. Even one in ten thousand amounts to 140,000—enough to form an entire subculture of deviants.

This latent threat had previously been underestimated, and now, Bian Yizhang was like a hailstone—or perhaps a meteorite. Having landed first, it’s vital to guard against subsequent hailstorms or meteor showers.

With a plan in place, Huang Qiangmin promptly selected personnel and assembled a team of 16 additional members to bolster Jiang Yuan’s Cold Case Squad.

Including officers returning after borrowed service to the Changyang City Criminal Police Detachment, Jiang Yuan’s Cold Case Squad now had over 30 members—more than enough to independently form a task force.

Beyond personnel reinforcements, Huang Qiangmin made every effort to provide complete equipment upgrades. High-displacement vehicles, trunk compartments loaded with firearms—everything meticulously procured under special request. Other units couldn’t even secure routine gear requests without mountains of paperwork.

The department officers naturally digested this news. Privilege exists inevitably—like senior officers who keep sniper rifles in their trunks year-round, or those who favor Type 79 submachine guns, waving their arms from open vehicles...

Huang Qiangmin even assigned Jiang Yuan a motorcycle. With a lead motorbike escorting him, chances of being intercepted again would diminish.

Once all arrangements were finalized, Huang Qiangmin called upon Jiang Yuan for inspection before remarking, "The squad’s newly formed—standing out conspicuously in the county. Why not take it to Changyang City for a few cases, as a gesture of thanks?"

"Alright." Jiang Yuan accepted without hesitation, ready to depart.

On the same day, under the escort of a lead motorcycle and seven police vehicles with a total of over 30 personnel, Jiang Yuan set off to the Changyang City he hadn’t seen in a long time.