National Forensic Doctor-Chapter 1198 - 1128 Cannon

The afternoon in Ping Meng City was a tranquil one.

In the area near the highway on the outskirts, although there were several factories, not many were operational, making it look rather empty. If you took a walk, you’d feel quite relaxed.

Unless a few hundred armed men showed up.

A team of detectives moved swiftly through the alley entrance, equipped with Type 95 and Type 92 magazine pouches, work bags, and radio pouches, timing their movements as they began to evacuate the workers from the surrounding factories.

The checkpoint at the alley was manned by an officer wearing a helmet, with a face mask, ceramic plates in his tactical vest, and both a submachine gun and a pistol in full view.

The workers being led out were puzzled for a few seconds but soon became excited. Some whispered inquiries, while others disregarded warnings and took pictures with their phones.

The leading detective snatched the phone away and handed it to the police officer receiving the people. The latter cheerfully pulled them out of the line and escorted them to a nearby room for isolation review.

"Director Wang, my unit is all set. Please instruct." The deputy director in charge of criminal investigation came over and saluted properly.

Wang Zhancheng took a deep breath and, without a word of nonsense, said, "Start."

The wait of over two hours was not only for the arrival of the infantry fighting vehicle but also for planning.

Eighty kilograms of military weapons sounds daunting no matter how they’re packed. Especially in urban combat, a fully automatic AK firing from the correct position can take out a squad in one sweep.

No matter if the military police are wearing bulletproof vests or ceramic plates, at close range, a body hit by a high-power bullet will shatter without even considering if it’s an armor-piercing round.

Of course, without rifles or better equipment, there’s no need to be this cautious. Even if it’s a submachine gun, as long as it’s using pistol rounds, police protection still makes a difference.

But relying on the backwardness of the enemy’s weapons for their lives is obviously unreliable.

Wang Zhancheng and his team clearly couldn’t bear the potential loss.

They didn’t even consider any form of assault operations.

Rappelling assaults or sudden strikes, to professionals, are extremely dangerous maneuvers. It’s not that they can’t be used, but it’s best to be well-trained. Many famous cases involved rebuilding the target area and training intensively for a month or two, simulating various scenarios before actually going into action.

So, it’s not just exams that require practice. Special operations assaults or simple killings get stronger with more practice.

Three SWAT officers started moving with shields.

Behind them, another two groups of SWAT officers followed the same pattern.

Simultaneously, the detectives started announcing: "Listen up inside, you are surrounded..."

Wang Zhancheng watched the familiar siege scene, suddenly feeling a surge of adrenaline.

"Someone is moving to the window. Should we shoot?" The observer next to the sniper, equipped with a thermal imaging device, immediately asked for instructions.

"Warn them first." Wang Zhancheng hesitated for just a second.

The officer on the PA immediately changed his tone: "Listen up inside, any action on your part might incur a shot, if you wish to surrender, raise your hands..."

"Advance the infantry fighting vehicle." Wang Zhancheng felt like a general, even with just an iron lump. With such a treasure ahead, what can you do to me?

The Type 92 infantry fighting vehicle rotated its turret and started moving slowly at the speed of a driving test.

Inside the repair shop, there were exclamations and screams, but listening closely, they all seemed like nonsensical words.

The observer tensely reported: "Multiple people on the move... multiple people on the move!"

At the same time, Jiang Yuan and others were watching the live scene in Ping Meng City through the cameras.

Liu Jinghui, while chewing a big cherry, unceremoniously commented: "The people of Ping Meng are too nervous. Since they’ve decided to use an infantry vehicle, they should just ram it in. Moving slowly like this is giving the opponent time."

"What can giving them time do." The anti-narcotics officer peeled an ugly tangerine and said: "Don’t overestimate them. At this point, snipers are the most useful. As long as the sniper is skilled, even if they bring out an RPG, they’re dead."

A rocket launcher also needs aiming, and it’s a surprise attack route when used against armored targets. Now that they’re trapped in the repair shop, every move is under police surveillance, and their resistance is greatly weakened.

Director Xu glanced at the nearly finished bowl of big cherries and signaled his subordinates before saying: "Ping Meng is also trying to capture the target as much as possible. Without the infantry fighting vehicle, who knows how long it would take to get them to surrender."

A direct assault is possible, but if the opponent has weapons, the risk of a direct assault increases, and it might result in the target being killed.

Normal police operation should starve out the target and focus on psychological tactics, preparing to outwait them until surrender.

At this time, the police feel tired, and the target also feels very weary, unable to sleep alone is enough to make an ordinary criminal give up.

But the Ping Meng City Bureau can’t go this route. They’re capturing suspects for interrogation to gain clues. It’s feasible to drag it out for 24 or even 48 hours during peacetime, possibly exhausting the criminals. Now dragging for 8 hours, Wang Zhancheng would feel sorry for Jiang Yuan.

Moreover, Wang Zhancheng has to prevent the criminals from destroying evidence. Whether it’s military weapons or drugs, a complete seizure is very different from just a pile of residue.

Compared to wage earners like Liu Jinghui, Director Xu particularly understands Wang Zhancheng. If he were to choose, he would also call in an armored vehicle. It doesn’t have to be a Type 92; a riot vehicle would suffice.

In the country, the most common place to see riot vehicles is in front of high-speed rail stations or various central squares, and most are converted from Type 92 infantry vehicles, with similar armor thickness, only replacing the autocannon with searchlights, tear gas launch tubes, and such.

In the video, the infantry fighting vehicle dispatched by the Ping Meng City Bureau indeed made a rumbling sound, gradually approaching the entrance of the repair shop.

Boom!

The explosion sounded, shocking everyone inside and outside the screen.

This was indeed abrupt. Jiang Yuan and others, who were eating big cherries, all stopped and listened. On the Ping Meng City Bureau’s side, Wang Zhancheng was even more shocked, repeatedly asking, "What is it? Are there any casualties?"

"It’s a hand grenade." The police officer from the narcotics squad exhaled heavily and said, "Looking at it this way, these people are definitely not just scammers!"

"80 kilograms of munitions?" Director Xu widened his eyes, muttering to himself.

Outside the repair shop, the infantry fighting vehicle paused for only a few seconds, then continued forward. freewёbnoνel.com

This time, its speed clearly increased, but the turret’s rotation slowed significantly.

Bang... Bang bang...

As it approached the repair shop’s gate, the infantry fighting vehicle opened fire!

Orange flames blasted the repair shop’s wall, instantly breaking open a hole, revealing the equipment and vehicles inside.

"People inside, listen up, you have one minute to come out with your hands on your head. The attack will resume after one minute...don’t have any hopes of luck..." The loudspeaker of the Ping Meng City Bureau became even louder, and the tone much more solemn.

This lone hand grenade explained many things.

Boom!

The second hand grenade was thrown out. Although it couldn’t destroy the infantry fighting vehicle, it successfully stopped it. It also had to protect the follow-up troops, not allowing the long-gun soldiers moving with the armored vehicle to be blown away by shrapnel.

Wang Zhancheng, unable to bear the pressure, grabbed the radio and intended to shout "Attack."

Once this order was given, the snipers would start shooting freely, and there would likely be nothing left of the criminals inside.

Before he could speak, Wang Zhancheng’s hand was grabbed by the political commissar.

"Director Wang, how about letting the infantry fighting vehicle fire one more volley, then persuading them to surrender again?" The political commissar didn’t ask what he was planning to do but offered a new option.

Wang Zhancheng hesitated for two seconds, then nodded.

The political commissar took the radio and started giving orders.

In no time, the infantry fighting vehicle started up again, but only turned to a slight angle before the gun barrel began puffing shots again.

Single shots were fired at the repair shop’s wall, each shot creating a hole.

Boom.

The third hand grenade was thrown out, but this time the infantry fighting vehicle didn’t even move, continuing with precise shooting.

Ratatat...

The sound of the infantry fighting vehicle’s rapid-fire cannon was still crisp, like the voice of a young girl, light and delicate...but the damage it caused was something even an ordinary older man could hardly endure.

"Cease fire! Cease fire!"

The commanding officer gave the order amidst the smoke, and several seconds later, the barrel of the rapid-fire gun finally lowered its head.

Thud.

A gun was thrown down from the building.

Thud, thud.

Two more guns hit the ground, making dull sounds.

"We surrender!" A ripped shout came from inside the repair shop, immediately followed by a burst of coughing.

Wang Zhancheng let out a long sigh of relief. If the other side could withstand this wave of pressure, he wouldn’t have been able to.

"People inside, throw out all your guns and walk out with your hands up..."

The on-site commander’s tone in the loudspeaker was still tense.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly afterward.

A total of 7 criminal suspects walked out of the repair shop gate one by one, their faces full of PTSD.

"If possible, detain the individuals separately and conduct intensive questioning." Liu Jinghui, on the other side of the screen, was also anxious to the point of trauma.

"I’ve got people specifically assigned to that." Wang Zhancheng’s face was a mix of emotions, then added, "I’ve got people searching for the munitions. So far, I’ve seen over a dozen long and short guns, confirming a weapons trade! I’m planning to have teams of two conduct continuous searches..."

At this moment, Jiang Yuan poked his head out and said, "Continue searching for munitions, but please leave most officers here as I have another address and phone number..."