The police and security officers behind the iron gate and on the steps were embarrassed to see this - yes, according to the law, the nobles outside the iron gate now have this right. To be precise, this right is not exclusive to the nobility, but to all citizens.

It's unfortunate. There are thirty-five articles in the constitution of the Elta Empire, and the content is exactly the same.

So legally, these guards had no reason to disperse the nobles. But their intuition told them that it seemed wrong to do a big death at the gate of the government like this -- this was a very normal subjective impression, so they reported the matter layer by layer, and it was also the right behavior to hand over the contradictions, which was understandable.

But the most painful thing in the world is the agreed meeting between the two parties, and when it comes to opening the door, there is a third party. Just as the security department sent people to the city hall to report to their superiors, a group of textile factory workers happened to get off work and passed by the gate of the city hall.

The workers at the head of the line did not at first see what the people in front of the town hall were doing, and what they were shouting, but when they got closer, they could see the Count of Fenmere, dressed in his goddamn dog nobleskin, on crutches under the streetlights, shouting with his goddamn dog nobleskin, and shouting with his real arms - the cry was actually to punish the mud legs, and the blood of the young workers rushed from the soles of their feet to the arteries, and broke through the sky.

"Yo! It's against you! The workers at the head of the row only felt that their bodies were light, and their minds were full of Reinhardt and Sao manipulation. The sturdy physique that he had cultivated through the collective dormitory and canteen in Mendong City gave him almost endless motivation, "Brothers, these nobles are going to rebel!" their mother! ”

After that, the young worker at the head of the queue swung his fist at the back of the head of a middle-aged nobleman who was blocked in front of the door, it was a Mars hitting the earth, and the middle-aged nobleman snorted on the spot and fell down.

"Look, he's going to kill us all!" The Count of Fenmere struck the large hollow iron pipe on the iron door with his cane, and the iron pipe suddenly made a bell-like sound, and at the same time exerted all his strength and shouted hoarsely, "Guys in the door! Don't think that you are in a position of power now, our today is your tomorrow, don't you understand? ”

Pippens, who was standing on the steps, felt only a red in front of him, and suddenly the shadow of the blood cross shook off, causing him to almost fall to the ground with a limp. Relieved, he didn't know where the strength came from, so he took out the pistol on his waist and pulled the sleeve, pulling the trigger towards the sky.

Pippins's tactical maneuvers were excellent, and the posture of holding the gun was no problem - the muzzle of the gun was completely upward, and the trigger was pulled three times in succession at intervals.

However, before he could shout: "Everyone squat down and hold their heads!" With this ultimatum, the crowd outside the iron gate was in chaos! The crutches, the old, the young, the powerful, all of them are holding their heads and running around.

In the middle of the figure, the worker who took the lead in waving his fist had his eyes dilated, and he fell straight to the ground with his fist clenched. There was a hole in his forehead, and blood and blood blisters were bubbling outward, as well as slimy brains.

The officers were stunned. Hearing the gunshots, the Chinese leaders who hurried to deal with it were also stunned. Even Pippens himself was stunned. He looked in disbelief at the smoking pistol in his hand, the jet-black weapon of murder loosened from his feeble jaw, the sweat-stained trigger guard leaving his left index finger and slamming into the ground along with his knee.

Almost everyone present saw Pippens raise his gun in the air, and his action of firing three shots into the air in a row was a standard action according to the norm. But the result was unexpected.

At this time, Pippons was like a civilian who should have been suppressed by his intimidation, kneeling on the ground with his head in his hands. Immediately, his companions rushed out of the iron gate to ascertain the circumstances of those who had been hit, and to collect the pistols and cartridge casings that Pippons had fallen to the ground. As for Pippins, he was naturally placed in solitary confinement in a private room.

Confirm the angle at which the deceased was hit, remove the warhead, compare and analyze. The cylindrical shape of the bullet is easily separated from the shell of Pippons's pistol - the size of the bullet is much larger than the ammunition used in his pistol, and the angle and direction of the hit are slightly restored, and it is not the direction that Pippence is facing.

At this point, Pippins' suspicion can be regarded as a preliminary ruleout. But since there were no ballistics experts in Shield City, he still had to remain isolated in a private room - the existing ballistics experts were still at the portal base, and it would take at least an hour to use the helicopter as the fastest means of transportation.

It's a pity that the expert got off the plane, walked into the room where the evidence was discharged, stared at the warhead that shattered a young man's head, and shook his head like a rattle.

"It's not an intermediate power bullet, it's not a pistol round. I can't confirm this look, this warhead is so strange! There is no armor, no lead core, and the barrel of the gun that fires this warhead must be at least a little bit of a 50 caliber, do you understand what that means? ”

Ordinary warheads are composed of lead cores, armor and other parts, not a single piece of iron peanut. In other words, the cylindrical warhead alone looks too primitive, lacking penetration and range – but it has a surprising stopping effect.

"Could it be a magic powder firearm?" The head of the security department of Shield City, who invited him, is now a little at a loss. If it's not any kind of standard firearm, or even any kind of earth firearm, it can only be a magic powder gun.

"Judging from the composition of the launch, it is still smokeless propulsion." The expert carefully peeled off the debris from the bullet with a scalpel, crushed it with the edge of a hand-held surgical magnifying glass, looked at it twice, and asserted, "Look, this is it." I just smelled it, and now I can see the fibers that haven't burned out yet. Of course, I can come to a more detailed conclusion by testing the specific formula, but just by looking at this warhead, your subordinates can get away with it. ”

After a pause of a few seconds, the ballistics expert finished adding the next sentence: "Of course, it is probably not possible to get away with the crime." Only now we can conclude that ...... Well, it was concluded that he did not shoot this gun. As for whether it has anything to do with your subordinates who took advantage of his gunfire to shoot and kill the dead, with all due respect, I am afraid that this bullet will not detect anything ugly. ”

While this expert was checking the warhead, the Duncheng police and even Mendong City also dispatched a large number of police forces to arrest all the nobles and workers who surrounded the gate and fought in the afternoon.

It's just a pity that the rumors have gone in two different directions. "The police were biased in favor of the nobles and shot the workers", which did not contradict the statement that "the police shot and suppressed the actions of the nobles, resulting in injuries among the nobles", and at the same time began to spread in the shield city. As a result, the police failed to make arrests on both sides at the same time in the aftermath of the chaos.

Everyone ran away - under the fear of death, many nobles did not even take the slightest soften, and even staggered and fled on horseback. The workers rushed to Mendong City one by one, and the buses and short-distance trains were immediately full. The public transport company, which didn't know what was going on for a while, held a small meeting and carefully studied the issue of whether it should be added to the schedule.

When the ballistics experts here came up with the results of the smokeless drug test, the Duncheng police only caught a few poor eggs who didn't have time to run. Others may not have been captured yet, or they may still be on their way.

However, judging from the results of the smokeless drug test alone, the situation is not optimistic: the residual smokeless drug components on the bullet are basically the same as the intermediate power rifle bullets and pistol bullets used in firearms such as Type 56 semi-automatic rifles and Type 67 general-purpose machine guns. If there is any inconsistency, it is probably some traces of moisture.

And dampness is precisely one of the traces of non-original ammunition, or reloading ammunition. There are probably two situations: one is homemade smokeless medicine, even pyrotechnic powder, and then filled into the original standard cartridge case, loaded with the fire base plug and the bullet is finished, which is mostly seen in the use of standard firearms; The second is to pour out the cartridge case of the standard smokeless medicine, and then take another home-made cartridge case and load it into the homemade cartridge case, which is more common in the provision of strong charges and privately modified gun ammunition.

Now, judging from the facts, the warhead that appeared in the Duncheng City Hall shooting should be the latter case. The Shield City police immediately concluded that the prisoner, or the owner of the firearm, had used the cartridges provided to the Erta Army police, disassembled them, obtained the smokeless pills, and then filled them into privately manufactured large-caliber cartridge casings.

The killer then took possession of this specially constructed firearm and fired subsonic bullets from long-range snipers or at close range to hit the deceased. Of course, what the experts mean is that it is difficult to make such an aerodynamic warhead fly stably enough to snipe at a distance, and it is also quite difficult to maintain the accuracy of a bullet that is manually encapsulated. However, from a rigorous point of view, this possibility cannot be ruled out.

As for the most likely, it was a close-range shooting, which means that the murderer was among the dozens of people in the scene, and judging from the identity of the deceased, it was most likely a nobleman. But when the police called for the Count of Finmere, who had been guarding Noah's coffin at the scene, for questioning, the aristocracy on one side of his face had not disappeared and he still needed crutches to walk, and the reaction was beyond their expectations:

Count Fenmere, who once dared to challenge the Chinese at the court, fell to the table with tears at this time.

"Please, let us go! We have given you money, there is no more property, the privileges of the nobility, the fair treatment of the dead, there is nothing! What crime did our nobles commit and who did we provoke? Okay, comrade policeman! Miss Noah, she was almost raped, you don't care about it, but don't shoot us in the face with a gun, and frame us on the head, let us go, comrade police, I'll kneel down for you......"