Sometimes, the more afraid you are, the more trouble will always come to you.

As soon as Yan Murong sat in the car, before the car started, the police uncles who had been waiting for him for a long time ran over with their sirens "wah, wow, wow".

"Don't move." More than a dozen policemen ran out of two Santanas and an RV, all of them pointed guns at Teng Xiangling's car and shouted loudly. "Listen to the people inside, you have been surrounded, lay down your arms and surrender, and strive for leniency, we can talk about what you need, but please don't hurt the hostages in the car."

"Hostages?" Yan Murong looked at Teng Xiangling with a confused expression and asked. "Is the hostage he's talking about the one in the trunk?"

"He's talking about me." Teng Xiangling said.

"You?" Yan Murong looked Teng Xiangling up and down and said with a smile. "Where do you look like a hostage?"

"It's not like me somewhere - you're the only man in this car, so they think you're a gangster."

"Damn." Yan Murong couldn't help but scold, and said with a non-angry face. "Why, they are sexist, why am I a man or a gangster? Isn't there a female gangster? ”

"Don't argue with me about that." Teng Xiangling pointed to the policemen outside the window who were vigilantly watching their cars with guns and said. "I don't know if they're sexist or not - I just know that you should go down and explain to them now."

"Hey—trouble." Yan Murong sighed and opened the car door.

"Don't move, put your hands above your head and take your time." A policeman standing at the front shouted loudly while pointing a gun at Yan Murong, and then slowly began to approach Yan Murong.

When he saw the terrifying corpses on the ground, the policeman almost didn't spit it out, and directly called the gun's insurance and said loudly to Yan Murong. "Take your time, don't do anything impulsive, you know our policy, and be honest with it."

"Be lenient in confession, and strict in resisting." Yan Murong directly interrupted him and said. "Comrade, I'm not a gangster, the one in the car is my friend, and the four on the ground are the ones you are looking for."

"It's not up to you to decide whether it's a gangster or not." The police said.

While speaking, Yan Murong had already walked in front of him, and the police didn't say a word, and when they came up, they pulled Yan Murong's hands behind their backs, and then with a "click", Yan Murong had two more glittering small silver bracelets on his wrists.

"Take it back, and call the forensic doctor by the way." The leading policeman was relieved to see that Yan Murong did not resist, and after giving orders to his subordinates, only a few people were left to protect the outside of the blockade scene, and the others sounded the siren again and returned.

"Name."

"Yan Murong."

"Gender."

"What do you think?"

"Smack!"

The notepad in the policeman's hand slapped on the table, looked at Yan Murong and said loudly. "Do you know what sin you have committed? If you don't explain honestly, you dare to play tricks with me? ”

Yan Murong was silent.

What is this, I sinned? I did not kill people, so why should they be counted on my head?

"Alright, alright." The older policeman who was sitting on the side grabbed the table and kicked the chair and wanted to kick Yan Murong a few times, looked at Yan Murong and said. "Young man, you are young and handsome—you say, why do you kill people?"

"Look at it." The old policeman threw a stack of photos in his hand on the table and said. "Four living lives, look how cruel you are, your skulls are gone, what will you do with their parents in the future?"

Yan Murong was speechless, the muscles on his face trembled, and he wanted to laugh.

The current police handle cases in a real way, and they even play sensationalism.

"Uncle Policeman." Yan Murong looked at the old policeman and said. "You've been a police officer for a long time, aren't you? You can't tell how these four people died? ”

"That's exactly what I'm asking you." The old policeman nodded and said. "These four people were all shot from a distance with a large-caliber sniper rifle - I don't ask anything else, just tell me where your accomplices are."

"You really don't see anything else?" Yan Murong asked again.

"See what?" The old policeman asked suspiciously.

"Wait." As he spoke, Yan Murong looked for the photos on the table, and 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 each other."

"What the are you talking about?" The young policeman's fiery temper came up again, and he was about to make a move, but he was stopped by the old policeman, and after signaling him not to speak, he looked at Yan Murong and asked. "This is the warhead we found from the scene, and it is clear that this is a bullet from a 12.7mm Barrett large-caliber sniper rifle."

"That's a gun from abroad." Yan Murong shook his head and said. "Since you don't know, I'll tell you - it's a QBU09 sniper rifle. The weapons that our Chinese troops are equipped with, this is the bullet fired by the people who protect it. ”

Yan Murong said it more tactfully.

Just imagine, can the weapons equipped with the Chinese troops be available to ordinary people? Besides, with such a person around him to protect him, even if you think about it with your heels, you can guess his identity.

"What's your name?" The old policeman looked at Yan Murong and asked vigilantly.

"Yan Murong."

"Hmm." The old policeman nodded and said to the young policeman beside him. "You go and see, has his identity information been found out."

The young policeman nodded, glanced at Yan Murong again, and then opened the door of the interrogation room and walked out, and after a while, he ran back with an A4 paper.

Name, Yan Murong.

Gender, male.

Age, 25

Nationality, Yanjing

And then -- and then everything that follows is a red word for secrecy.

"Uncle Ma, this-" The young policeman was a little overwhelmed. He was a little scared when he looked at Yan Murong's eyes now.

Convict? No way, if he is a criminal, why is all his identity information kept secret? It should be a pile of crimes. There are only two kinds of people who can have these two words on their personal information - one is that his status is terrible, and the other is that his family is terrible.

"Can you open my handcuffs? I'm going to make a phone call. Yan Murong looked at the bewildered expressions of the two policemen and said with a smile.

"Huh?" The young policeman was stunned for a moment, looked at the old policeman, and asked what to do with his eyes.

"Open it." The old policeman said. "Call him, let him call."

ps: 10,000 words a day, it's really tiring, brothers and sisters, for the sake of working so hard in the long night, send some flowers.