Film and Television: My Cheat Code is AI

Chapter 73 The 815 Major Case (2)

Zhang Yang watched as the four people jumped into the car, and before the door was even properly closed, the car sped off.

He stared intently at the car, silently reciting the license plate number, then glanced at the car's features, memorizing a few key details. He turned and shouted to the surrounding crowd, "Does anyone have a cell phone? Give it to me!"

An elderly man squeezed through the crowd and handed over his phone: "Here you go, young man. Do you want to call the police?"

Zhang Yang took the phone and started dialing, saying, "I am a policeman." He habitually reached into his pocket for his ID, but his fingers found nothing. He didn't have time to worry about that; the call had already been connected, and Yang Zhen's voice came through.

"Brother Yang, the suspect was driving a black Santana with license plate number JA22524. There was a scratch on the right door and the left rear tire was underinflated."

Yang Zhen's voice was steady: "Okay, wait for us where you are, we'll be there soon."

Zhang Yang glanced back at the direction the car had disappeared in, then spoke faster: "I'm going to give chase now. There were no cell phones or walkie-talkies in the car. You can locate my phone; I've already handed it over to them."

"We've already monitored and located your phone, but that will take time, and I suspect they've already thrown it away."

Zhang Yang closed his eyes and quickly went through the four men in his mind. Deep Blue's summary surfaced one by one, and he reported them to the phone: "Robber number one is armed with an AK-47 and has received military training. Number two wears the same combat boots as number one, is skilled at lock picking, and the two are likely partners, possibly brothers. Number three has a noticeable limp in his right leg, making him easy to identify. Number four has traces of pink nail polish on his left hand, and has a preschool girl at home, aged six to nine." He paused, "I suspect..."

They scouted the area beforehand and can check nearby businesses. I'm going to chase after them now.

The conversation seemed long, but in reality, it took less than thirty seconds from borrowing the phone to finishing the report. Zhang Yang returned the phone to the old man, hurriedly said thank you, and turned to run towards his car. He got in, started the engine, shifted gears, and the tires screeched against the ground. After straightening the car, he chased after the direction in which the black Santana had disappeared.

In less than two minutes, he caught up with the Santana. Zhang Yang slowed down and followed closely at a distance of two car lengths. Without a cell phone or walkie-talkie, he couldn't report his location to anyone and could only grit his teeth and follow alone.

The car in front was heading north, and Zhang Yang felt increasingly uneasy as he followed. This road wasn't leading to the suburbs, but to the city center. Usually, after committing a crime, criminals would desperately flee out of the city, but these people were doing the opposite. He unconsciously tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

The Santana turned into a residential area. Zhang Yang knew this area; it had four main gates and countless smaller gates. If he rashly followed someone in, he would most likely be discovered. He parked the car on the roadside at the entrance of the residential area, found a small shop, took out his money, handed it to the shopkeeper, picked up the public phone on the counter, and dialed a number.

"Brother Yang, I'm in the XX residential area near the Second Ring Road. They went in, and I didn't follow them."

Yang Zhen said on the other end of the line, "Okay, you're right. They threw the phone away not far from the crime scene. Wait here, we'll be there soon."

Zhang Yang hung up the phone and was about to leave when he caught a glimpse of a person walking out of the community gate. The person had slightly thinning hair, wore a blue shirt, and carried a briefcase. Every ten steps, the person would turn around and look back. Zhang Yang's gaze moved down and focused on the person's left hand carrying the briefcase. There was a very faint pink mark on the base of the ring finger and the tip of the index finger.

Zhang Yang turned to the shopkeeper and said, "Boss, sell me this jacket." He then took out a hundred yuan and placed it on the counter, "Just in case."

The shopkeeper smiled, took the money, and took the dark gray jacket from the hook on the wall, handing it to him: "No problem, no problem."

Zhang Yang put on his jacket, grabbed a baseball cap, and put it on his head: "This hat is buy one get one free." Then he pushed open the door and went out.

That person's walking habit was too obvious. He would look back every ten steps, and the frequency was so regular that it was like a wound-up toy. Zhang Yang pulled his hat brim down and hung it behind him about twenty meters away. The person left the community, turned right, walked to the bus stop, stopped, stood under the bus stop sign, looked at it, and then stood still to wait for the bus.

Zhang Yang hadn't expected that he would have to take the bus. If he followed him onto the bus, there were only a few passengers in the carriage, and standing face to face would definitely expose him. Driving and taking the bus would be too conspicuous, and he wouldn't be able to find a car for a while.

Zhang Yang turned around and went into a noodle shop next to the bus stop. He stared at the person through the glass door and said to the owner, "One bowl of beef noodles."

The noodles arrived quickly. Zhang Yang moved his bowl closer to the door, took a bite, glanced up, and as he took his third bite, a bus pulled into the station. Zhang Yang saw the numbers on the front of the bus and the person boarded. Zhang Yang put down his chopsticks, slammed a ticket on the table, and went out the door.

He walked quickly to the bus stop sign and looked up to scan the route map.

Zhang Yang turned back to the noodle shop, pointed to the red landline on the counter, and said, "Boss, make a call." He then pulled out ten...

bucks.

Zhang Yang picked up the phone and dialed Yang Zhen's number. As soon as the call connected, he immediately said, "Brother Yang, it's me. That guy went up to 233."

The road runs from south to north, and there are still twelve stops to the final stop. Could you send someone to keep an eye on this person along the way? This person has nail polish on their fingers, carries a briefcase, wears a blue shirt, gray suit pants, and black leather shoes.

Yang Zhen paused for a second before replying: "There's no time to set up checkpoints at every station. Let's move on to the next station. I'll have Captain Zhou contact the various police stations for the rest."

Zhang Yang hung up the phone, put the receiver back on the landline, and nodded to his boss as a way of thanking him again.

Zhang Yang started walking towards his car. At this moment, Yang Zhen arrived at Zhang Yang's side with Ding Jian and called out, "Zhang Yang, get in the car."

After Zhang Yang opened the back door and sat down, Yang Zhen said, "All the surrounding police stations have mobilized. These bastards robbed the bank of eight million."

"Eight million?" Zhang Yang was stunned, not expecting that much. "I did see them carrying several sacks, but I didn't expect so much money."

Ding Jian said, "That's right, they emptied the bank's vault."

On the way to the next stop of bus number 233, Zhang Yang spotted bus number 233 waiting at a traffic light. Thanks to the traffic jam, he actually made it.

Zhang Yang said, "This is the car. I've seen the guy and the passengers in it, it's definitely the same."

Yang Zhen said, "Be careful. You've already met the robbers, so don't look around."

Zhang Yang lowered his head and hid in the back seat, saying, "Brother Yang, let's hurry up and overtake the bus to get to the next stop."

"Don't worry, these guys definitely won't get away." Yang Zhen said, then stepped on the gas and overtook them.

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