1995, Starting as a Criminal Investigation Expert

Li Shu was led outside the vegetable garden.

The injured Lao Zhou was from the Tingyang branch of the Public Security Bureau and was carried out.

His colleague, who had been tackled to the ground, stood beside him, repeatedly calling out Lao Zhou's name.

In other words, Lao Zhou saved him.

"Don't yell, I'm fine, just my ass hurts." Old Zhou is still optimistic.

Blood was dripping everywhere on the ground.

After being carried to a safe place, everyone hurriedly treated the wounds.

Tie your arm with a belt to stop the bleeding.

He then called Qin Wenbao via walkie-talkie.

Forensic doctors are also doctors.

They hurriedly carried the person to the road and arranged for a car to take them to the hospital.

Xu Qiang also withdrew.

Tian Yu's ears were still ringing. He leaned close to him, his eyes red, and muttered that it was all his fault.

"Alright, Lao Tian, ​​this has nothing to do with you."

Xu Qiang stopped him, but who would have thought that Zheng Cheng actually had a grenade?

He stared intently at the courtyard in the distance. Seeing that the people had been arranged and surrounded the entire courtyard, he stepped forward and shouted loudly into the courtyard.

Make Zheng Cheng surrender.

"Surrender to your mother!"

Zheng Cheng's voice came from the courtyard, shouting, "I have several men under my control. If you catch me, I'm going to die anyway. If you're so capable, come in and see if I can take a few with me before I die."

Xu Qiang's face was ashen. He patted the platoon leader next to him and asked the sniper if he could see what was happening in the courtyard.

The platoon leader asked a question over the walkie-talkie, then shook his head.

To the west of this courtyard is a stinking ditch.

Moreover, this stinking ditch has a small branch that extends eastward, about thirty meters north of the yard.

Then to the right is a vegetable garden, which is dozens of meters away from the nearest house.

There are no houses on the cement road to the south that extends southeast.

This means there are no high vantage points nearby, so you can't see what's happening inside the yard.

But Xu Qiang sees it as a good thing.

The worst-case scenario for armed criminals is that innocent civilians nearby will be caught in the crossfire.

There are plenty of ways to deal with a house like this that's all alone.

He summoned Tian Yu and asked him to find out what exactly was going on in this courtyard.

Then they asked the platoon leader if he had brought any explosives.

"I want to blow up the iron gate," Xu Qiang said menacingly.

The other side has already used grenades, so what else is there to worry about?

It would be best to capture him alive; if he doesn't surrender, then eliminate him!

The platoon leader thought so too; the walls were high, and the perimeter was surrounded on all sides, making a raid by scaling the walls too risky.

The iron gate is the weak point. Blowing it open will allow a clear view of the courtyard and provide a line of sight for shooting.

"We didn't bring explosives, but we have grenades and tear gas. Blow the door open and smoke him out."

Soon, Tian Yu ran back.

After asking around, I found out: "This used to be a small workshop that washed linens for hotels. They buried hidden pipes and secretly discharged wastewater into the ditch to the north, making it stink. Someone reported them, and it was shut down last year. This yard has been idle ever since."

With no more worries, Xu Qiang said without hesitation, "Bomb."

At that moment, the crowd dispersed.

Several soldiers crept closer and, from behind cover, threw grenades at the iron gate.

It is also the Type 67.

Although there were improved versions like the Type 77 and even the Type 82 hand grenade, the Type 67 was still the most commonly used grenade.

There's nothing we can do; far too much of this stuff has been produced, and we simply can't use it all.

Now we're blowing up the door, so following the old tradition, to increase the power, we simply tie three grenades together and detonate them all at once.

Two loud bangs were heard, and the ground shook slightly.

This iron gate, which had been riddled with bullet holes from the very beginning, was then hit by a grenade and was already being bombarded by shrapnel. It was once again subjected to countless more rounds of shrapnel.

The shockwave from the explosion forcefully blasted the iron gate open.

The force was so great that the cement walls on both sides were blasted open.

The crowd outside the vegetable field has been evacuated.

Li Shu did not leave.

When the bombing happened, Han Jianjun and his men arrived to check on Li Shu's condition.

I just happened to see them blowing up the door with a grenade.

"Goodness."

Peng Rong exclaimed in surprise, asking what was going on and why such heavy firepower was being used.

Li Shu only watched from afar.

In fact, Zheng Cheng's fate was sealed the moment he was discovered and didn't immediately run out of the yard.

There were no innocent civilians nearby. With so many people around, he either had to surrender or die.

The smoke slowly dissipated.

Immediately, a barrage of gunfire erupted from inside.

"Fuck you, come at me again if you dare, blow me up!" Zheng Cheng shouted.

Amidst the series of gunshots, other gunshots were also heard.

The sniper pulled the trigger from a tree about a hundred meters away from the iron gate.

The iron gate was blown open, and a direct line of fire was now visible.

Amidst the smoke and fire, Zheng Cheng hid in a room on the north side of the courtyard. He opened the south-facing window, reached out, and fired wildly outside.

The person wasn't visible, but the arms were.

The sniper fired decisively.

The gunfire stopped abruptly, followed by Zheng Cheng's screams.

A situation report came through the walkie-talkie.

Zheng Cheng was hit in the arm, and the submachine gun fell outside the window.

Seizing the opportunity, the platoon leader immediately took the lead, grabbing his rifle and charging forward.

Upon approaching, they threw tear gas canisters into the house without hesitation.

"Come out! If you don't surrender, we'll throw grenades next time!" the platoon leader shouted into the room.

Smoke filled the air, and violent coughing erupted.

This thing is beyond human endurance. Zheng Cheng, who was shouting that he would take a few with him, was quickly defeated.

"Don't...shoot, I...surrender."

He coughed violently and threw a pistol.

Then he crawled out of the door using both his hands and feet, curled up in a ball, and coughed violently.

The platoon leader didn't approach, using the wall as cover, his gun fixed on Zheng Cheng, and shouted, "Stand up, put your hands up, let me see them."

Zheng Cheng didn't move, but coughed violently, his left hand, which had been hit, weakly raised and waved.

It's probably indicating that he can't go on and can't get up.

"I'll say it again, put both hands up so I can see them."

The platoon leader was extremely vigilant and continued to reprimand him.

Zheng Cheng still couldn't get up, his back to everyone, only coughing violently.

"Hurry up, I'm only saying it one last time!"

The platoon leader gave his final warning, and as soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Cheng groped his way to his feet.

But the posture was clearly wrong; the person was facing away from everyone.

The moment he half-squatted up, he suddenly turned around and rushed towards the crowd.

Clutching a grenade in his right hand, his face flushed red from tear gas, snot and tears streaming down his face, his features contorted in pain, he yelled, "Let's die together!" and charged forward.

The platoon leader's expression changed drastically. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger and shouted for everyone to lie down.

As if struck by lightning, several bursts of blood erupted from Zheng Chengru's chest, and his forehead also exploded violently. His head was violently thrown back, and his body instantly seemed to lose all strength, collapsing to the ground due to inertia.

The soldiers on either side of the door immediately turned and rushed out.

Fortunately, there was a wall providing cover, and there was some distance between them. Zheng Cheng died before he could throw the grenade, which exploded as his body hit the ground.

At close range, his body was blown away, and one of his arms was blown into the air.

"Is anyone injured?"

The platoon leader groped his way to his feet and asked urgently.

"no."

"I'm fine."

One voice after another rang out.

The platoon leader finally breathed a sigh of relief, inwardly cursing the madman.

There are many ruthless bandits, but Zheng Cheng in front of us is definitely the most ruthless of them all.

They really aren't afraid of death at all.