At the entrance of the warehouse, the second man held an AK rifle and fired wildly at the door. The powerful firepower suppressed the many police officers outside, and he fired while firing.
In the smoke, the muzzle of the AK rifle sprayed flames, and bullets hit the body of the car parked outside, sending sparks flying everywhere.
Ye Guishan squinted at the AK blazing in the smoke, turned sideways and threw the high-explosive grenade towards his second son.
"Dong dong."
The high-explosive grenade was thrown, bounced twice on the ground, and rolled straight to the second child's position.
"Grass!"
When the second brother heard the sound of the grenade, he immediately and subconsciously jumped to the side depending on the source of the sound.
"boom!"
The high-explosive grenade exploded with a sound, flames splashed out, the huge impact spread to all directions, and a scorching heat wave swept over.
"Buzz!"
There was a ringing in the ears, causing the second child to become deaf for a short time.
He lay on the ground and shook his head. Relying entirely on his feeling, he pulled the trigger with the fingers of his right hand and continued shooting outward with the AK in his hand.
"Da da da!"
A round of bullets was fired.
The second child turned sideways and reached out with his left hand to touch the spare magazine in his pocket, but his left hand no longer obeyed the control and became unresponsive.
His peripheral vision fell diagonally in front of him. His broken fingers fell to the ground. He lowered his head and realized that the fingers of his left hand had been blown off at some point. Two of the five fingers were missing.
"ah"
Only then did the second child realize it, feeling the severe pain and screaming.
"Come forward!"
Ye Guishan waved his hand and roared to signal everyone to rush inside. He tightened his bulletproof vest and rushed ahead. He walked quickly and put his finger on the point 38, ready to dig at it at any time.
behind.
The man who was about to rush in looked at Ye Guishan who was leading the way and couldn't help but be stunned. When did the chief inspector work so hard and dare to be the first in such a dangerous situation?
"Put the gun down."
"Put the gun down!"
Ye Guishan followed the first one and rushed in, roaring loudly. Looking at the second man who fell to the ground and screaming, he raised the muzzle of the .38 gun in his hand, pointed it directly at his head, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
trigger.
"Bang bang!"
The muzzle of the .38 gun sprayed flames and gunpowder smoke, and two consecutive bursts of bullets hit the second man between the eyebrows, killing him directly.
The second child fell to the ground, his eyes widened and the blood hole between his eyebrows was shocking. A large amount of blood flowed out from the back of his head and flowed all over the floor.
Neither of them could escape death. At this point, the gang of five gangsters was offline.
later.
The guys who followed heard the gunfire and immediately slowed down. By the time they came in, Ye Guishan had already left.
"Fight on the street!"
Ye Guishan inserted the .38 into the holster on his waist, frowned and scolded in a low voice: "These gangsters are really desperate for their lives. Their fingers were blown off and they didn't surrender. Not only did they not surrender, they dared to shoot at me."
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"I've shot it dead."
"Bata."
The .38 enters the holster, and the sound of the holster closing is clear and loud.
"Sir Ye is brave!"
The clerk flattered him stiffly, and then at Ye Guishan's signal, he quickly rushed in to prepare for an inventory of the scene, while a small number of people directly blocked the outside.
The police officers who intercepted the vehicle on the highway also wanted to enter the warehouse to finish the work, but they were stopped by Ye Guishan's clerk and were not allowed to enter.
Next.
Ye Guishan and the others wanted to "take inventory" of the situation in the warehouse, so of course they would not allow other police officers to go in. There were some things they should not know.
"Don't worry."
Ye Guishan said calmly: "Everyone will take credit for what happened today. These people are suspected of a major case, so just hand it over to us."
"OK."
Everyone is a sensible person, so naturally they will not stay here because of such a trivial matter. After a brief exchange of greetings, they left with the others, leaving the scene to Ye Guishan and the others.
"Ahem."
Ye Guishan coughed a few times, stepped outside, took out a cigarette, lit it, squinted his eyes and smoked, looking at the many workers in the warehouse, and motioned for them to hurry up.
We should clear away the things in the warehouse that do not belong here as quickly as possible.
"Cough cough cough"
The clerk ran out of the warehouse coughing violently, fanning his nostrils with his palms, and gasping for air:
"No, no, Sir Ye, the smoke inside is really too big, especially the innermost part. The ventilation is not good at all. The smoke cannot be dispersed, and people can't stay inside at all."
"Can't wait any longer?!"
Ye Guishan frowned when he heard this and stared at his subordinates: "Why can't you stay? The two of them rushed to the street and stayed in there for so long, and they were able to shoot at us. I asked you to go in and pack your things. Why can't you?
Already?!"
"Hurry up, I want to be fast, the faster the better, do you want me to go in and help you too!"
"No, no, no."
The subordinate waved his hands angrily, took a deep breath, and rushed in again while holding his breath.
We can't blame them. Originally, they were wearing gas masks, but the car was parked outside just now. When they were shot at by the dick, the car exploded and the masks were gone. This changed the progress of their work.
Gotta slow down.
soon.
Five minutes passed, and several of the clerks came out of the warehouse with tears in their eyes and disgraced faces. However, the progress was slow and little was gained.
There are quite a lot of arms placed in the warehouse. Only some of them are discarded police products and need to be screened. There is also a partition door without a key. It took a lot of effort to cut it, and it can't be dissipated.
The overall progress is slow and getting slower.
"Quick, quick, quick!"
Ye Guishan couldn't help but waved and urged again, took a sip from the cigarette, raised his wrist to look at his watch, and leaned against the front of the car to blow out smoke.
Just then.
There was a sound of car brakes coming from the underground garage, followed by the roar of engines. From the sound of it, there were quite a few cars.
This made Ye Guishan frown. Hearing that the voice seemed to be coming from Area C, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.
soon.
In Ye Guishan's sight, a police car turned the corner first and appeared in Ye Guishan's field of vision, followed by several more police cars turning toward him.
The driver seemed to know Ye Guishan. He was some distance away, flashed his high beam twice in advance, flashed Ye Guishan twice, and drove over quickly.
"Fight on the street!"
Ye Guishan cursed in a low voice, took a puff of cigarette and dropped half of the cigarette on the ground: "There are not so many moths, right?!"
"Crunch!"
A sharp brake sound sounded, and the police car swung its tail flexibly and stopped in front of Ye Guishan.
Jibu and Song Zijie pushed open the door and got out. The guys in the two cars behind them opened the door and got out of the car. After getting off the car, they took out their ID cards and pinned them on their chests.
"Senior Inspector Song Zijie of Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station."
Song Zijie pinned his ID to the clothes on his left chest, glanced at Ye Guishan, then turned back and waved to the guys: "Take over the scene."
The guys were so lively and energetic that they crossed the isolation cordon and went straight in, regardless of the obstruction of the guys under Ye Guishan.
"Stop, stop them!"
Ye Guishan naturally wouldn't let them in, so he called his men to stop Song Zijie's men. Who knew that Song Zijie's men were all like wolves and tigers, and they couldn't resist them at all.
"Crack!"
Ye Guishan slapped the hood of the car and stared at Song Zijie angrily:
"Sir Song Zijie, I think you are absolutely lawless. How do you command your men? You are just a little senior inspector and you come to take over my case?! Tell them to come out, you have no say here!"
"hehe."
Song Zijie sniffed when he heard this, gave him a neutral look, took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth. He gave one to Ji Bu, lit it and took a sip:
"I know you are the Chief Inspector. I know it. I know it even if you don't tell me. Sir Ye, how could I not know it?"
Talking room.
He reached out and groped around on his body, digging through several pockets several times, but couldn't find anything.
"Abu."
Song Zijie had smoke coming out of his nostrils and looked at Ji Bu: "Where are the documents? Are they in your hand?"
"ah."
When Ji Bu heard what Song Zijie said, he reached into his pocket and took out a piece of A4 paper folded together. He opened it and shook it: "It's really here with me."
Then he placed the document in front of Ye Guishan: "This is the order from Senior Superintendent Wu Xianming, and it has the signature of your boss, Sir Niu."
Ye Guishan frowned and subconsciously wanted to reach out for the document, but Ji Bu took it back and handed it to Song Zijie.
"snort."
Ye Guishan narrowed his eyes and sneered: "I'm so sorry, I took away your credit, the scene has already been cleaned up."
"How is that possible? Speaking of which, I would like to thank Sir Ye."
Ji Bu bared his teeth and smiled, not caring about Ye Guishan's cynicism: "Without you, we wouldn't have been able to pick up the ready-made goods. Thanks to you for helping us open the door of this warehouse."
"That's right."
Song Zijie stuffed the document into his pocket and laughed mischievously: "But don't worry, we have solved this case. Sir Ye's name will definitely be mentioned in the case report. You all contributed a lot."
Finished.
Song Zijie stopped looking at Ye Guishan, who had an ugly face, and turned to look at Ye Guishan's guys who were blocking the entrance to the warehouse, preventing them from entering:
"Senior Superintendent Wu Xianming's order is here. Anyone who dares to stop him will be strictly investigated as unorganized and undisciplined. If necessary, he can be fired on the spot without removing his weapon."
"Take over the scene!"
"yes!"
Song Zijie's group of guys were like wolf cubs. After receiving Song Zijie's order, they no longer had any taboos and directly retreated and kicked out the people inside.
After the scene was cleared, I put on the gas mask that I had prepared earlier and cleaned up the scene in an orderly manner. The efficiency was very fast. In a short time, everything inside was counted.
"Come, Sir Ye!"
Song Zijie took out a handover procedure and handed it to Ye Guishan: "This is the data before the handover. If there is no problem, just sign it."
"It's getting late at night. Just go home and rest early. You don't need to be there to watch this kind of thing."
".."
Ye Guishan glanced at the arms taken out from the warehouse with flickering eyes, and was about to say something.
"how?"
After Ji Bu saw the change in Ye Guishan's expression, he said in a teasing tone: "I heard that there is something wrong with the arms here. Judging from your expression, Sir Ye, do you seem to know something?"
He turned to look at Song Zijie: "Sir Song, I think Chief Inspector Ye seems to know something about this matter. Why don't you call the superiors and apply for Sir Ye to cooperate with our investigation?!"
"No, it's impossible, you misunderstood..."
Ye Guishanpi shook his head with a smile, looked at Ji Bu and Song Zijie again, gritted his teeth, waved and shouted: "Let's go", and returned with the others in despair.
"It's finally clean."
Song Zijie exhaled, stepped to the arms piled in front, opened the lid and looked at them quickly.
Just as the bald man described, these weapons do contain a lot of obsolete police equipment, with serial numbers removed to deceive others.
A discerning person can see that there is something wrong, but the numbers have been polished off and the source cannot be traced.
"Sir Song!"
A police officer suddenly ran out of the warehouse inside and placed the canvas bag in his hand in front of Song Zijie and Ji Bu: "Big goods are out, big goods are out."
Talking room.
He took out a submachine gun and brought it to Song Zijie, pointing to the serial number on the handle: "Look what this is?"
The number on the submachine gun is clear. It should be a firearm that was just delivered and they haven't had time to deal with it. With these things, it will be very easy to find it if you follow it.
Take these numbered guns to the Firearms Management Office and match the numbers one by one. If there is something wrong with those guns, it will be clear who is in charge and you will not be able to run away.
"What a big clue!"
Song Zijie looked at the arms placed in front of him with burning eyes and said with satisfaction: "Now that's good. With these evidences, we will definitely be able to implicate a large number of people."
"Yeah?"
Ji Bu looked at Song Zijie who was eager to give it a try and did not continue. His idea was still too idealistic.
soon.
The initial search was basically over. A lot of arms were recovered from the warehouse, plus the firearms in the canvas bag that had not yet been disposed of. A lot was gained.
"What to do next?"
Song Zijie sucked on the cigarette vigorously to boost his energy. A busy night made him a little tired, but now that he had begun to see results, he became excited again.
"Let's go."
Ji Bu waved his hand and motioned to the clerk to take the missing bag and the numbered gun and rush towards the police station.
With these things, coupled with the accusation of bald head, many things can fall into place.
soon.
Superintendent Mo obtained the approval from his superiors, gave the corresponding arrest approval document to Song Zijie, and asked him to arrest the person apparently responsible for this matter overnight: Li Yuliang.