National Forensic Doctor-Chapter 1011 - 947: Progress

"The stronghold is gathering, haha!"

"All units, get ready! First group, prepare tear gas grenades!"

"There’s a large number, replace shotguns with bean bag rounds for groups two, three, and four!"

Wu Junhao moved to the front gate, directing the combined forces of the two locations.

Qi Mountain Stronghold is built on a mountain ridge, with limited access roads. If counted from the base of the mountain, the stronghold still has some strategic space. However, the gang itself lacks strategic vision; they just happened to gather here by coincidence.

By the time these mushroom dealers and venomous thugs realize, communicate, mobilize, gather, and act, one or two hours is simply not enough.

And after the troops arrive at the stronghold, they face over two hundred police officers.

The head of the stronghold’s gang still wanted to use their numbers to rush an attack. He organized over a hundred young mushroom cultivators, forcefully drove them down the mountain, and then followed behind with some close associates, planning to escape in the chaos.

Seeing this, Wu Junhao just snorted with derision.

This time, he had brought the entire reformed first squad, and what is the nickname of the first squad? Not the Bald Strike Team, but the Level Push Squad!

Watching the disorganized ranks of over a hundred Mushroom Army members, Wu Junhao let the Chang Le City Bureau’s negotiation expert speak through a megaphone, while he emphasized to his own Bald Strike Team members:

"Make your shots rhythmic."

"First group load the shotguns with tear gas, after firing, immediately switch to rubber bullets, don’t rush to shoot, wait for my command."

"Second, third, and fourth groups, fire bean bag rounds, pause after two rounds of fire, load rubber bullets, and wait for my command."

"Fifth and sixth groups, hold up your shields, and nobody lower their hands without my command or I’ll chop off your hands."

Wu Junhao paced back and forth, emphasizing the commands, somewhat reminiscent of a 19th-century line infantry officer.

However, compared to Wu Junhao, his opponents seemed more like those faced by 19th-century line infantry.

Over a hundred Mushroom people, under the urging of a gang, opened the gate and charged out.

Wu Junhao waved his hand and without hesitation, said: "Tear gas."

Bang bang!

A burst of blue smoke erupted amidst the Mushroom people.

The Mushroom people ran even faster and more directly.

Wu Junhao then shouted, "Prepare bean bag rounds," as three groups of Bald Strike Team members stood up with six shotguns.

"Don’t be nervous, just wait a bit longer!" Wu Junhao waited until the Mushroom people were within 30 meters before clenching his fist tightly and swinging it down: "Fire!"

This was the most effective distance for bean bag rounds.

This type of non-lethal explosive weapon, which packs No. 9 lead shot into a fabric bag, hurts terribly upon hitting the human body, but the pellets don’t penetrate, hence no one dies.

Bang...

Several shotguns fired a round, followed by another round.

After two rounds, although only a dozen people were downed, the advancing Mushroom Army members were already staggering and at a loss.

Regarding their fighting spirit, they were even worse than a mob. When the first few who ran in front were toppled by beanbag rounds, and groaned in pain, the others were terrified.

They didn’t know the difference between beanbag rounds and real bullets, seeing people lying on the ground, they assumed they were dead.

"Shit," someone shouted aloud and turned a corner, trying to flee.

At that moment, even being next to a steep slope felt safer than facing the gunfire.

A few detectives moved up silently, their cooperation seamless, flipping people over with just one encounter, then quickly cuffing them, easier than catching a sheep.

Soon, urged by their gang leaders from behind, more Mushroom Army members continued to charge.

This time, Wu Junhao directly ordered the first group to open fire.

As the name suggests, pain rounds brought intense pain instantly, yet they were non-lethal, leaving people writhing in pain on the ground, waiting for the police to free their hands and cuff them.

Also a non-lethal ammunition, pain rounds, made from hard rubber, packed a much greater punch than beanbag rounds, causing higher levels of pain. A direct hit ensured that a normal person couldn’t get up shortly.

Meanwhile, the responsible officers, though standing neatly in line like musketeers from an era of firing squads and adopting similar shooting postures as if facing musketeers, were now equipped with modern shotguns, mostly the Type 97-2.

Unlike the Type 09 shotguns Wu Junhao had previously used which could fire tungsten rounds, the official name for the Type 97 was "Riot Gun". Although it operates on a pump-action mechanism, it could discharge all 5 rounds in the magazine in just seconds from about 35 meters away.

On Wu Junhao’s side, having a dozen shotguns with well-controlled rhythm, the Mushroom Army couldn’t break through, and this was still with non-lethal ammunition.

On the ground, more and more people lay down wailing. Some were genuinely in pain, possibly with broken bones, but others just took the opportunity to lie flat, completely giving up. These people originally came to the stronghold for mushrooms and to indulge in illusions about life; few had the determination to launch a selfless attack.

The Qi Mountain Stronghold gang couldn’t even match the standards of warlord armies from the Republic era, who’d let them get high on mushrooms before entering the battle. Opium calms, while mushrooms cause hallucinations. People forcibly calmed could ignore much briefly, but those hallucinating had no contingent grasp of what was happening in the world.

A few core gang members took advantage of the chaos to sneak back into the stronghold, fetching an old shotgun and firing it into the air.

Bang!

The hot gunshot drew a bit of attention from the police.

"Catch people first," Wu Junhao personally led the team, cuffing the Mushroom Army members on the ground and those surrendering as if catching pigs.

In a short while, they caught over eighty people.

"What next?" Wu Junhao asked, "Attack forcefully?"

"Let’s call out to them first, wait and see what strategies the armed police comrades have, and keep sending the arrested suspects back," Jiang Yuan said, just as the gates of Qi Mountain Stronghold swung open and everyone inside came out with their hands up.

"Surrendering counts as turning themselves in, makes it too easy for them," Mu Zhiyang felt a strong disgust now.

Jiang Yuan waved his hand, waiting for all the suspects to be cuffed, and then slowly entered the stronghold to observe.

A wooden fortress abandoned twenty years ago had no structural updates; instead, many buildings were demolished just to reclaim construction materials.

Beyond that, every corner of the stronghold was filled with cost-saving measures and a variety of smells that hit straight to the top of one’s head.

Jiang Yuan took a couple of sniffs; the stench within the fortress had its unique character—smells of an era’s decay, the decay of the woods, modern poor-quality building materials, and... other familiar odors.

Jiang Yuan frowned, and after careful discernment, turned to Wang Chuanxing, saying, "Let Meng Chengbiao conduct a sudden interrogation; I think I smell the stench of a corpse."