National Forensic Doctor-Chapter 917 - 855: Close Combat!

"Commissioner Huang, my Commissioner Huang! How could you agree to his ludicrous request?" Song Beishou’s voice was shrill with blame.

Huang Qiangmin felt slightly apologetic: "I figured, with Wu Junhao’s assault team following him this time, letting Jiang Yuan experience it could help crack the case! Mu Zhiyang also brought equipment, they can protect him from the front, it should be fine..."

"Fine? These are drug dealers! What if they pull out an RPG, what will you do then?" Song Beishou said through gritted teeth: "Don’t tell me it’s impossible. Su Island is only so far from the open sea; the local fishermen go out to sea, conduct their transactions in international waters, and bring back the catch. If he brings some local specialities, what can you do? RPGs may require some skills, but what about grenades?"

Huang Qiangmin was at a loss for words to this barrage of questions.

To tell the truth, Song Beishou was talking about low-probability events, but Huang Qiangmin firmly believed that for narcotics police, low-probability events could very well be high-probability events.

Just as Philosopher Island Feng said, I could have borne the darkness alone, but after seeing the light once, I would be burned by it...

What’s commonplace elsewhere can become a deadly weapon here. Although our Bald Strike Team is strong, they are trained according to the standards of the riot and special police teams, focusing on crowd control and precise capturing, without the training and preparation to face RPGs or grenades.

As for whether RPGs and grenades could appear, of course, they wouldn’t in a normal place, but is a drug dealer’s stronghold a normal place?

Huang Qiangmin hesitated as he picked up his phone, "I considered that Jiang Yuan is a police officer after all, he has participated in capturing operations before..."

"A Ming Dynasty chicken-cup is also used for drinking tea, would you use it for that purpose? Hurry up and call him back, we have plenty of places for Jiang Yuan to shine, to charge into battle! Moreover, what can Jiang Yuan, a young technical officer, do at the front? He would need a whole team to protect him, it’s purely a waste of police force!" Song Beishou was incredibly anxious.

He had just attended a memorial service not long ago!

And Jiang Yuan... Jiang Yuan is the police officer who can keep us all from attending too many memorial services!

...

Su Island.

A bed and breakfast named "Seaside B&B" stood by the sea, built on the edge of a cliff. Its industrial-style façade raised two stories high, adhering to the cliff. The floor-to-ceiling windows facing the sea offered all the aesthetic appeal, while a mere wall away, the west side was equipped with prison-style small glass windows, both small and narrow.

Beneath the B&B was a rugged reef, which faced the wave upon wave of the vast sea, like a rebellious youngster unwillingly beaten countless times every day.

There is no beach here, and the lack of green vegetation means that the "Seaside B&B" has always been somewhat disappointed in business. Additionally, the construction costs by the cliff mean there are hardly any accommodations, and tourists only slightly increase in number during the peak season.

However, in the eyes of Jiang Yuan and Wu Junhao, the "Seaside B&B" looks more like a stronghold by the sea. With drone surveillance, it’s easy to discover that the real exterior wall is behind the corridor behind the floor-to-ceiling windows. Just one step back, relying on the western half of the building, could withstand light firearms for a squad.

The east and north sides of the B&B are by the sea; the reefs could serve as an escape route. Throwing down a rope, one could reach the seaside in minutes. Then, one could flee along the coastal reef area or seek assistance from the sea. Even in the half-natural, dark caves by the sea, it’s uncertain whether they concealed something like a powerboat.

"At ease," Wu Junhao stopped at a spot more than a hundred meters away from the B&B.

Here was the last patch of woods; beyond it was the bed and breakfast where the suspects were located.

Turning back, he saw Mu Zhiyang with a ballistic shield in hand, wearing a tactical helmet, ceramic plates inserted into his waist, and bulletproof knee pads, his face solemn as he walked just in front of to the right of Jiang Yuan.

Wu Junhao wore only the most basic bulletproof vest but carried a Type 09 shotgun in his hands. This weapon has an effective range of 100 meters and what’s more impressive is that it uses tungsten alloy ammunition, which can easily penetrate bulletproof vests without ceramic plates within its range. To say the least, it is one of the most powerful shotguns in the world.

In other words, at the scene, except for Jiang Yuan and Mu Zhiyang, Wu Junhao’s Type 09 could penetrate anyone he shot at.

Clearly, this Type 09 shotgun was not a standard issue in the police force. The police typically use shotguns, secondly the Type 97-2 shotgun – the kind often seen carried by armored vehicle guards – as well as Type 97 and Type 97-1. In short, the Type 97 is the complete opposite of the Type 09; it does not pursue power, and even its firing speed is slow, aiming to intimidate rather than to kill.

Naturally, this was different from Wu Junhao’s mindset.

Today, Wu Junhao was ready to fire his weapon. If necessary, he was even prepared to shoot through doors and walls to injure the drug dealers.

Watching the menacing Wu Junhao, Jiang Yuan felt a bit helpless, sandwiched between the men.

Although he had Level 3 skills in handgun shooting, which included highly valuable equal level CQB (Close Quarters Battle) skills, after arriving at the scene, Jiang Yuan’s command authority had been tacitly stripped away.

Wu Junhao wouldn’t listen to him, which you couldn’t even call insubordination.

"Ready," Wu Junhao said, raising a fist with one hand.

The expressions of the Bald Strike Team members also turned serious, as if they were preparing to lift heavy weights.

Wu Junhao looked back, nodding satisfactorily. This team was trained by him through thick and thin; many members had endured training to the point of urinating blood and being unable to defecate, and they had performed exceptionally well in all their previous arrests.

Of course, the difficulty of this arrest mission was also extraordinary.

Wu Junhao took a deep breath and said, "I’ll take the frontal assault. Fan, you take a team to cover the positions of the ropes and stairs by the cliff. Qu, you lead a team to ambush below the cliff, and take extra guns."

"Yes," Fan, with a shiny bald scalp, was an old-timer of the first squadron. Qu, with an unkempt beard, was one of those who had experienced blood in their urine during training.

Wu Junhao then instructed, "Fan, your side has the most dangerous task. If the other side doesn’t react, that’s fine, but if they do, I estimate they might forcefully try to escape. If it comes to it, let them have a rope, let them down to Qu’s position for capture."

Fan: "Yes."

Wu Junhao: "Qu, you’re the last line of defense. You must secure the bottom of the cliff and call for support at any time. If there are too many enemies, shoot to kill decisively, no need for prior warning."

Qu became serious: "Yes."

Wu Junhao thought for a moment, then added, "Take a submachine gun with you, and bring extra magazines." ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Qu: "Yes."

After Wu Junhao had assigned the main tasks, he turned to look at Jiang Yuan and Mu Zhiyang and said, "Captain Jiang, you guys guard this side of the compound wall. Same as before, capture anyone who climbs over, shoot if necessary, no need for warnings. You take a submachine gun as well."

"I won’t need it," Jiang Yuan immediately responded, knowing there were only two submachine guns in total: "If someone comes over, we have enough manpower, and we have so many handguns. No need for a submachine gun."

Wu Junhao hesitated for a moment, but still agreed with Jiang Yuan’s judgment. He nodded and said, "Okay then."

After issuing the command, Wu Junhao walked around the team, straightening a few of the members’ hats and tightening their backpacks. It wasn’t that he was deliberately mimicking actions from movies, but in this situation, he suddenly had the impulse to do so.

The next command he would issue would send these fine young men into battle, flesh and blood against the enemy.

"Let’s go." Wu Junhao’s voice was much calmer than usual, not like his normal tone.

The teams set off somberly with heavy steps.

Jiang Yuan also gripped his issued 92 pistol tightly, quickly following the main force with short strides.

A hundred meters or so might take only a few dozen seconds to cover, yet this span of time was enough to leave nerves stretched taut.

The nearby area was an unobstructed hardened surface. Supposing the other side also had a submachine gun...

Wu Junhao waved his hand, and the teams split, each heading to their pre-assigned positions.

Buzz...

Wang Chuanxing’s earpiece vibrated silently twice.

Wang Chuanxing hurriedly patted the shoulder of the detective beside him and took a step back to answer the call.

Huang Qiangmin rapidly relayed a massive amount of information.

Bang!

At the main entrance, Wu Junhao fired a gun without a word.

The speaking Huang Qiangmin immediately stopped and asked, "What was that sound?"

Wang Chuanxing replied truthfully, "The operation has begun."

Huang Qiangmin was stunned for a moment and then said firmly, "Keep Jiang Yuan safe!"

It was too late to back out now; Huang Qiangmin wisely ended the call.

Wang Chuanxing looked ahead again and saw that Jiang Yuan had already moved to the side of the wall with Mu Zhiyang.

"Form a human ladder and take a look over the wall to see what’s inside." Jiang Yuan’s Level 3 CQB skills started to kick in. At this moment, given a team of well-trained soldiers, he was confident he could even clear out a Nazi headquarters, let alone this place.

The other detectives on his team may not have been Level 3, but they instantly grasped Jiang Yuan’s idea and immediately formed a boost, lifting another detective over the wall.

The officer on the wall quickly scanned the inside and then swiftly leaped down, whispering, "I saw one person hiding behind a rockery."

"Is it one of ours? Are they armed?" Jiang Yuan asked.

"No, it’s not. Uncertain if they are armed," the detective replied.

Bang bang bang.

The sound of gunfire continued from up front, some shots clearly not from police firearms.

Jiang Yuan didn’t hesitate any longer and immediately ordered, "Form a human ladder over the wall and take out the criminal behind the rockery."

Mu Zhiyang was startled and hurriedly asked, "Shouldn’t we stay and guard this side?"

"Guard it, and make it a fixed point of firepower," Jiang Yuan said as he disengaged the safety on his 92 pistol, ready to climb over.

Thump thump thump.

A detective, with a movement resembling a three-step layup in basketball, climbed over the human wall, fluidly aiming and firing before Jiang Yuan could ascend.

Bang bang bang!

Three quick shots, almost synchronous with the sound of the detective landing on the ground.

"Hit the head, he’s dead," Shen Yaowei arrogantly blew on the gun barrel where there was no smoke.

Jiang Yuan looked at Shen Yaowei with an expression of utter astonishment.

Shen Yaowei was supremely pleased with himself: "Didn’t know, did you? I’m a shooting expert. It’s just that being good at shooting isn’t very useful these days."

Jiang Yuan was certain he had a Level 2 pistol shooting skill or above. Considering the frequency and time of the current police shooting training, Shen Yaowei indeed could be called a shooting expert.

But still...

Buzz...

This time the walkie-talkie vibrated.

Wang Chuanxing answered.

The excited voice of Wu Junhao came through: "The gang leader has been arrested, the B&B has been cleared out. I repeat, the gang leader has been arrested..."

Shen Yaowei laughed heartily, boasting loudly, "From now on, please call me ’Prince Sharpshooter!’"

Jiang Yuan firmly engaged the safety on his Type 92 pistol.