Sometimes, the more you are afraid of trouble, the trouble will always come to you.
As soon as Yan Murong sat in the car, before the car started, the police uncles who had kept him waiting for a long time came running over with their sirens on.
"Don't move." More than a dozen police officers ran out of two Santanas and a RV. They all pointed guns at Teng Xiangling's car and shouted loudly. "People inside, listen, you are surrounded.
, lay down your weapons and surrender, seek leniency, we can discuss if necessary, but please do not harm the hostages in the car."
"Hostage?" Yan Murong looked at Teng Xiangling in confusion and asked, "Is the hostage he mentioned the one in the trunk?"
"He was talking about me." Teng Xiangling said.
"You?" Yan Murong looked Teng Xiangling up and down and said with a smile, "How do you look like a hostage?"
"It's not that I look like you - you are the only male in this car, so they treat you as a gangster."
"Damn it." Yan Murong couldn't help but cursed and said with an unbridled expression. "Why, they are being sexist. Why should I be a gangster if I am a man? Are there no female gangsters?"
"Don't argue with me about this." Teng Xiangling pointed out the window at the policemen who were watching their cars with guns in their hands and said. "I don't know if they are sexist - I just know
, you should go down and explain to them now."
"Hey-----trouble." Yan Murong sighed and opened the car door.
"Don't move, raise your hands above your head, take your time." A policeman standing at the front shouted loudly while pointing his gun at Yan Murong, and then slowly began to approach Yan Murong.
When he saw the terrifying corpses on the ground, the policeman almost vomited and immediately turned on the gun's safety and said loudly to Yan Murong. "Take your time, don't do anything impulsive, you know
It’s our policy, frankly.”
"You will be given leniency if you confess, but you will be punished if you resist." Yan Murong interrupted him directly and said, "Comrade, I am not a gangster. The one in the car is my friend, and the four on the ground are the people you are looking for."
"Whether he is a gangster or not is not up to you," the policeman said.
While he was talking, Yan Murong had already walked up to him. Without saying a word, the two police officers pulled Yan Murong's hands behind his back, and then with a "click", two small sparkling silver coins appeared on Yan Murong's wrist.
bracelet.
"Take it back and call the forensic doctor." The leading policeman breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Yan Murong did not resist. After giving instructions to his men, only a few people were left to protect and seal off the scene, while the others sounded the sirens and returned.
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"Name."
"Yan Murong."
"gender."
"What do you think?"
"Snapped!"
The policeman slapped the notepad in his hand on the table, looked at Yan Murong and said loudly, "Do you know what crime you committed? If you don't tell me honestly, how dare you talk nonsense with me?"
"-----" Yan Murong was silent.
What this means is, did I commit a crime? I didn’t kill the person, so why should it be blamed on me?
"Okay, okay." The older policeman sitting on the side grabbed the young policeman who was trying to kick Yan Murong by hitting the table and kicking the chair. He looked at Yan Murong and said. "Young man, you are young and look good.
He's also handsome-----Tell me, why do you kill people?"
"Look." The old policeman threw a stack of photos on the table and said. "Four living lives. Look how cruel you are. The skulls are gone. What do you want their parents to do in the future?
"
"-----" Yan Murong was speechless, the muscles on his face trembled, he wanted to laugh.
Nowadays, the police are very humane when handling cases, and they even resort to sensationalism.
"Uncle policeman." Yan Murong looked at the old policeman and said, "You have been a policeman for a long time, right? Can't you see how these four people died?"
"That's exactly what I want to ask you." The old policeman nodded and said. "These four people were all shot to death with large-caliber sniper rifles from a long distance - I don't ask anything else, you just need
Tell me where your accomplice is."
"You really didn't see anything else?" Yan Murong asked again.
"What are you looking at?" the old policeman asked in confusion.
"Wait." As he said that, Yan Murong searched for the photos on the table. Since his hands were cuffed behind his back, he clicked on one of the photos with his mouth.
"What is this? Don't tell me you don't know it."
"What the hell are you talking about?" The young policeman's fiery temper rose again. Just as he was about to take action, the old policeman stopped him. After signaling him to stop talking, he looked at Yan Murong and asked. "This is what we learned from the scene.
The warhead found was obviously a bullet from a 12.7mm Barrett large-caliber sniper rifle."
"That's a foreign gun." Yan Murong shook his head and said. "Since you don't know, let me tell you ----- This is the QBU09 sniper rifle. The weapon equipped by our Chinese army, these are the bullets shot by the people who protect us.
.”
Yan Murong said it more tactfully.
Just imagine, are the weapons equipped by the Chinese army accessible to ordinary people? Besides, with such people protecting him, you can guess his identity even if you think with your heels.
"What's your name?" the old policeman looked at Yan Murong and asked warily.
"Yan Murong."
"Yes." The old policeman nodded and said to the young policeman beside him. "Go and see if his identity information has been found."
The young policeman nodded, glanced at Yan Murong again, then opened the door of the interrogation room and walked out. After a while, he ran back with a piece of A4 paper.
Name, Yan Murong.
Sex: Male.
age,25
Place of Birth, Yanjing
Then-----then everything below is marked with the word "confidential" in red.
"Uncle Ma, this-----" The young policeman was at a loss. He looked a little scared when he looked at Yan Murong.
Criminal? Impossible. If he is a criminal, why is all his identity information confidential? It should be a pile of crimes. There are only two kinds of people who can have these two words in their personal information - one is him
His high status is terrifying, and the other is his family’s high status, which is terrifying.
"Can you open my handcuffs? I need to make a phone call." Yan Murong looked at the two police officers' confused expressions and said with a smile.
"Ah?" The young policeman was stunned, looked at the old policeman, and asked with his eyes what to do.
"Open it," the old policeman said. "Give him the phone and let him call."
PS: 10,000 words a day is really tiring. Brothers and sisters, for the sake of working so hard in the night, please give me some flowers.