Evening.

A dirty Toyota Land Cruiser drove from the direction of Wu Longshan, entered the county road, and casually drove into Jingye Town.

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The Hunting Five had no shortage of money.

In recent years, they had rented several houses near Wu Longshan, parked multiple cars, and stored basic supplies as well as acting as warehouses.

Every time they came down the mountain, no matter which house they went to, they could easily handle the game and then drive into the city.

The police in the surrounding towns knew about this and had collected as much information as possible about the Five and their vehicles. They had also checked the information of the vehicles with the vehicle management office. However, they couldn't guarantee that they would encounter the vehicles on the list.

This Toyota Land Cruiser was on the list, but it wasn't until it was close to the Xin Hong Hotel that the undercover police officer noticed it and reported it to Huang Qiangming.

Huang Qiangming, who had been waiting anxiously, jumped up from his recliner and waved his walkie-talkie with one hand, shouting, "All departments, get in position. This is not a drill, not a drill. The target has appeared, the wild man has arrived!"

He looked like a frustrated director who had finally taken control of the camera after spending the whole night with the female lead and was now exhausted and excited to start shooting.

Everyone rushed to their designated positions, and Huang Qiangming quickly picked up his phone to report to Liu Jinghui.

When his subordinates started reporting that everything was normal, Huang Qiangming suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shin. He had just bumped into the corner of the table, but he didn't have time to rub it. He limped towards the "command center".

It was the best room on the 6th floor of the main building of the hotel.

In a short period of time, the entire Xin Hong Hotel had turned into a big trap.

The two backpackers who were checking in at the lobby were taken directly to their rooms and locked inside.

Several passages were locked without hesitation, and plainclothes police officers guarded them.

Several selected waiters chosen by the boss were arranged in the second floor and the bar next to the front desk, creating a familiar atmosphere to avoid alarming the sensitive hunters.

All the other employees were replaced with police officers, especially the most important front desk, where both employees were police officers who had received several days of intensive training and could easily handle check-in and check-out procedures.

Huang Qiangming looked at the dirty Toyota entering the hotel, and the first thought that came to his mind was to order a strong attack.

But he knew that it was just his brain's stress response under immense pressure.

If they launched a strong attack now, it would be a real strong attack.

What everyone wanted was to capture them alive, but if a group of armed people rushed up, could they guarantee that the Five wouldn't open fire? Based on their experience in killing, the possibility was almost nonexistent.

"As long as we get through the lobby, the rest will be easy," the instructor said reassuringly.

Huang Qiangming nodded slightly. Indeed, the most dangerous part was the lobby.

He stood on the dark balcony for a few more seconds before turning back to look at the surveillance screen.

Under the operation of several technicians, at least three cameras were focused on the actions of the Five.

It could be seen that several people in the lobby had become stiff in a short period of time.

The waiters selected by the boss were obedient, but now they knew they were working for the police and were scared, causing their movements to become awkward.

Even the police officer on the second floor, who was placed there by themselves, had abnormal neck movements.

Huang Qiangming tightly held his walkie-talkie, ready to give the order for a strong attack at any time.

At this point, there was no need to complain about "bad acting" or "lack of psychological endurance". It all depended on whether they would open fire or not.

The Five continued to register as usual, appearing relaxed.

After an unknown amount of time, the Five took their room cards, carried their luggage, and familiarly found their way to their rooms.

A soft report came through the walkie-talkie, "They've entered."

Huang Qiangming also let out a sigh of relief.

The area around the Five's rooms had been rearranged, and at this stage, it was less likely to cause accidental injuries.

Huang Qiangming felt much more at ease because of this.

Now, they needed to continue waiting.

If possible, what he hoped for the most was to capture the Five without any casualties.

In the distance, several armed police soldiers silently climbed onto the roof, setting up sniper rifles and binoculars.

Jiang Yuan and several detectives stood below, and suddenly Jiang Yuan said, "The younger one on the west roof, I think I've seen him before."

"Do you remember?" Wei Zhenguo looked at Jiang Yuan.

They were stationed in front of the western gate of the hotel, with Jingye Town behind them. This was the direction farthest from Wu Longshan, and theoretically the least likely direction for the Five to escape.Huang Qiangming brought most of his criminal investigation team over. Although he wanted to take care of Jiang Yuan, he couldn't just let such a talented young man go to waste. So he placed him and Wei Zhenguo at the West Gate.

Compared to the East Gate, the West Gate was generally more relaxed. Mu Zhiyang and Wen Ming, who were on defense duty together, were also more stable in their emotions.

Jiang Yuan looked at the dark gate and whispered, "A few days ago, when we arrested Chen Fan, it seemed like I had seen him before. At that time, he seemed a bit disappointed."

Wei Zhenguo couldn't help but smirk, "Disappointed because he didn't get shot?"

"It's possible."

Mu Zhiyang chuckled, "He missed out on a second-class merit. Snipers have the easiest time getting second-class merits."

"It's not easy to hit the target," Jiang Yuan said.

"That's when it tests his skills. If he hits, it's a second-class merit. If he misses and goes back, he'll get scolded by his superiors, won't he?" Mu Zhiyang spoke as if telling a story, chatting with the others.

They were far enough away and it wasn't time for action yet, so their conversation wasn't affected. The only ones affected were those who were too nervous.

The detectives had all seen and heard of such heinous criminals before, so they didn't feel scared or anything, unless... they were carrying guns.

As the saying goes, bullets have no eyes, and they target the spine.

If they were paralyzed and had to go home, they wouldn't be able to feel proud.

Wei Zhenguo's hand was also resting on his gun holster as he whispered, "If we encounter any suspects trying to escape later, it'll be the same. If we hit, it's a second-class merit. If we miss, we'll obediently be a fool for three years."

Wen Ming couldn't help but take out his own pistol and look at it before saying, "I only fired 10 bullets last year. I didn't even get a good feel for the gun before they took it back."

"Don't worry," Mu Zhiyang comforted him, saying, "Even if you hit all 7 bullets in one breath, the person might still run without feeling anything. The little cannon isn't joking."

"What about me?" Wen Ming looked at Mu Zhiyang with a disdainful look, "You're using the 05 model, right?"

Mu Zhiyang's face immediately fell.

Indeed, the 05 little cannon had taken it to another level compared to its predecessors.

It was said that not even a dog could be killed by it.

The specific story was probably on a cold and dark morning, a special police officer held a 05 model revolver and fired 6 shots at a running mad dog. Every shot hit, but the mad dog seemed oblivious and continued running at full speed past him.

And from the data, this story seemed quite accurate.

The 05 model police revolver had a muzzle energy of 111.8 joules. What does that mean? It usually takes 80 joules to cause harm to the human body. As for the bullet on the road... let's just say, don't shoot from too far away. Also, it's best not to shoot through denim clothes, as it's easy to tear them apart.

In addition, the 05 model police pistol could also fire riot control rounds, also known as rubber bullets, with a muzzle energy of 16J. This bullet was very comfortable to use, regardless of the distance, and it had a low probability of penetrating denim clothes. According to official data, at a distance of 50 meters, there was an 80% chance of penetrating 0.1mm thick paper.

So, the next time someone says that a 20J airsoft gun is just a toy gun, you can bring out the 05 model police pistol to speak. When my police uncle uses his own pistol with rubber bullets, the muzzle energy is also 16J. Is it reasonable for your BB gun to have a muzzle energy of 20J?

Of course, both little cannons were quite reliable when used to hit people. One weighed over a pound, and the other weighed 2 pounds. They were securely hung with gun ropes, swung around, and had astonishing killing power.

"Ah."

Wen Ming and Mu Zhiyang sighed at the same time.

Wei Zhenguo also held a little cannon in his hand, but he was already accustomed to it and remained calm as he said, "Let's do the math. Mu Zhiyang, your Dog Biscuit has 6 bullets, Wen Ming, your magazine has 7 bullets, mine also has 7 bullets, and Jiang Yuan has 7 bullets. If we all shoot at once, that's 27 bullets. As long as they all hit, the Tibetan Mastiff will be knocked down."

Jiang Yuan nodded in agreement, "It's a good thing it's not winter. These people won't come running out wearing bear fur coats."

"It wouldn't be fun if they were wearing bulletproof vests. We'll call for a sniper if they delay." Wei Zhenguo chuckled and muttered to himself, "I wonder how our colleagues in the northeast use their guns. The 05 model probably can't penetrate thick cotton coats."

After a few moments of joking around, their emotions were somewhat relaxed.

As if remembering something, Wei Zhenguo said, "By the way, did you all load 7 bullets in your magazines?"

The first-generation little cannon's magazine wasn't great, even though it had a capacity of 7 bullets, people usually only loaded 5 bullets in it.

Jiang Yuan directly took out his gun to check and nodded, "7 bullets."

"Yeah, if we really encounter a situation, there's no need to fire a warning shot. Just shoot directly," Wei Zhenguo said.Mu Zhiyang also said from the side, "Actually, there's no need to be so nervous. They didn't even give us a 92 pistol, what does that tell us? It means our position isn't dangerous. Even if the suspect breaks through, he won't choose our direction..."

Just as he was speaking, the walkie-talkie at his waist crackled to life, Huang Qiangming's voice was firm and tense:

"The ringleader has escaped, all units be alert, the ringleader is heading west, west gate be on alert! West gate be on alert!"

The few who were still chatting instantly felt a surge of adrenaline, their foreheads heating up.

At this moment, Jiang Yuan, holding the unfamiliar gun, found his hands shaking.

He forced himself to recall the skeletal remains from his autopsies in his mind, only then did he feel slightly calmer.

Damn it!