Official Career Storm
Chapter 407

Chapter 407: Chapter 407

"Put your hands on your head and squat down!"

The police officer barked with an intimidating expression, waving the gaping barrel of his gun around Zeng Yingrong’s face.

This scene took everyone by surprise, even the few officers who had come over were confused.

"Xiao Zeng, do as he says," Political Commissioner Zhong said, not knowing why the other party had suddenly drawn a gun, but knowing this was not the time to act rashly.

Zeng Yingrong put down his cellphone and obediently placed his hands on his head.

Wu Ming and Bai Ruyi were also baffled, especially Bai Ruyi, whose face was filled with terror.

Seeing that everyone had their hands on their heads and had squatted down, the officer finally breathed a sigh of relief.

His colleagues inquired, "Old Zhang, what’s the situation?"

Old Zhang let out a heh heh laugh, followed by a burst of raucous laughter.

He walked over to Zeng Yingrong, patted him on the waist, and quickly pulled out a sleek black handgun.

Seeing the gun, all the officers’ pupils shrank: "Shit!"

This person actually had a gun on him!

Old Zhang moved next to Political Commissioner Zhong, searched him, and also found a handgun.

He collected both handguns and exclaimed excitedly, "We’ve made a big bust!"

The other officers were also thrilled.

This was a firearm, after all!

Any case involving a firearm was a major case.

At the very least, this was worth a second-class merit award, there’d be a cash prize, and the TV stations would want to do interviews.

When it came to internal promotions, they would be the first to benefit.

Political Commissioner Zhong said, "Officer, we are from the military. These are our issued firearms."

"Nonsense, keep it up," scoffed Old Zhang.

Old Zhang sneered: "Which military unit lets you carry firearms like this? And carries them specifically to report a case? And you’re insistent on seeing Director Yao!"

"I think you’re planning to retaliate against Director Yao!"

It had crossed his mind that they might be military personnel, given the camouflage uniforms that looked the part.

But upon further thought, what kind of soldier who could carry a gun would be of such a high rank?

At that level, to see Director Yao, one could just ask the Department of the Armed Forces for Yao’s number.

Why would one need to run all the way to the police station?

There were holes all over the story!

"You think you can fool me with those tricks?"

Old Zhang snorted contemptuously, handcuffed them, and pushed them into the interrogation room.

While a few colleagues conducted the interrogation inside, Old Zhang phoned Director Yao to report their success.

"Director Yao, big trouble!"

Director Yao was in the middle of a joyful activity with a dance student he had just met when the call startled him: "What trouble?"

Old Zhang said, "Some people just came to report a case, and I found guns on them."

"Guns?"

Shit, this indeed was a serious matter.

He pushed the dance student off of him and started putting on his pants with one hand, "Where are they? Did you catch them?"

"Caught, and already thrown into the interrogation room."

"Well done. I’m on my way!"

...

A group of soldiers were waiting in their vehicle.

The communications officer felt something was off, first trying to call Zeng Yingrong, but no one answered.

Then he tried calling Political Commissioner Zhong, still no response.

After over a dozen attempts, no one picked up the phone.

After some thought, the communications officer said, "Hunter, go inside and check it out."

"Yes!"

"Leave your rifle."

"Understood!"

Unarmed, Hunter entered the police station.

As soon as he entered, Director Zhang spotted him.

Seeing someone in a camouflage uniform, Director Zhang’s eyelid twitched, and he reflexively drew his pistol, aiming at Hunter: "Stop, put your hands on your head!"

Hunter frowned, what was happening?

But he didn’t dare to make any sudden moves and obediently placed his hands on his head.

Old Zhang turned and yelled, "Old Wang, come out!"

After Old Wang came out and saw Hunter, he immediately understood what was going on.

He reached over and sure enough, there was also a gun on Hunter’s waist.

Goddamn, there were still accomplices!

Just after bringing in the suspect, within two minutes, a car stopped in the yard.

Two men got out of the car, one of them carrying a camera.

As the two entered the lobby, Old Zhang was about to speak when one of them said, "Director Yao sent us over, he mentioned there was an armed robber robbing the police station?"

Old Zhang immediately understood, Director Yao was aiming to craft a positive image of himself as a hero capturing an armed robber!

He stood tall, "Correct."

"Alright, Officer, hold on a moment. We’ll start the camera, and then you can tell us about what just happened."

Old Zhang took the opportunity to straighten out his uniform, waiting for the cameraman to set up before he started recounting the recent events.

Meanwhile, out in the vehicle,

The signalman was feeling increasingly uneasy.

The monkey had been gone for half the day; why hadn’t he returned?

He dialed the number, but nobody answered...

Had they lost contact with another one?

What on earth had happened at the police station?

He really wanted to lead a group inside to investigate, but remembering Political Commissioner Zhong’s order before he left, he could only hold back.

"Haozi, go in and check out the situation."

"Yes, sir."

Haozi laid down his rifle and walked toward the police station.

As soon as he entered the lobby, he saw a man who looked like a reporter, interviewing a police officer.

Haozi wore a puzzled expression. It was after ten already; where did this reporter come from?

Must be crazy, right?

Before he could think further, his gaze met with that of the officer being interviewed.

Just as he was about to ask a question, he saw that the officer, upon seeing him, was as excited as if he had spotted walking gold, revealing a thrilled expression.

The next second,

He saw the officer reach for his waist and draw a pistol, the action smooth and continuous.

In the nick of time, a thought crossed Haozi’s mind: The professionalism of frontline police officers is really high; they draw their guns so quickly.

"Freeze, hands on your head and don’t move!"

The reporter, with his back to the entrance, was a bit startled by Officer Zhang’s actions.

Turning to see the young man standing at the door, he was even more puzzled.

But he still maintained his professionalism, gesturing for the cameraman to quickly move the camera.

Haozi placed his hands on his head.

Officer Zhang, suppressing his inner tension, didn’t call for his colleagues’ help.

He wanted to resolve this criminal by himself!

He took step by step, moving behind Haozi, left hand holding the gun on him, and quickly frisked him with his right hand.

Then, the reporter saw another gun being retrieved by Officer Zhang.

At this sight, the reporter’s mouth fell open.

Once he snapped out of it, he immediately announced to the camera, "Officer Zhang is truly a veteran officer who has been battling on the frontline for many years. He possesses a hunter’s keen sense for his prey, able to swiftly differentiate a criminal from a crowd with a mere glance..."

Haozi: ???

I’ve become a criminal now?

Officer Zhang seized the gun, bursting with excitement.

Unexpected, so unexpected.

A perfect capture on camera had just been executed.

He could already picture it—after tonight’s news went out, his action would be shared all over the internet.

Back when the Deputy Director of Lingjiang City Public Security Bureau had courageously nabbed a robber, even the Ministry of Public Security had commended him, it’s said.

Officer Zhang felt that he could certainly earn the Ministry’s commendation as well!

After throwing Haozi into the interrogation room, he continued outside to be interviewed.

However, just a few minutes into the interview, another young man dressed in camouflage walked in.

Officer Zhang had already developed a conditioned reflex.

Draw the gun, rebuke, frisk for a weapon, handcuff, throw the person into the interrogation room.

Then come back out to continue the interview.

Then, not two minutes into the interview, another young man in camouflage appeared.

Continue with the gun drawing, rebuking, and completing the above process...

By the time he apprehended the seventh armed young man, he was gradually starting to sense that something wasn’t quite right.

Even the reporter and the cameraman were beginning to feel that the situation was developing in a strange direction.

How could little Dujiang County have so many armed criminals?

And all of them dressed in camouflage.

Officer Zhang lost his initial excitement and fervor.

A somewhat absurd idea sprang to his mind—could these people really be military personnel?

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