The road here is slightly busier than the previous one. There were many passers-by on the road who witnessed Bai Song chasing the criminal suspect.
"Thief, don't run!" Bai Song shouted.
When Bai Song shouted, many people heard that he was catching a thief. Several young men were eager to try. One of the young men changed his original walking route and wanted to intercept the man. When the man saw this, he slowed down a little and pulled out a long dagger from his waist. Those who wanted to step forward immediately stepped back. Several girls on the road saw it and screamed and hid on both sides.
The man looked back at Bai Song. His physical strength had been more than half consumed. He waved the knife twice, trying to scare Bai Song away, and then ran into a residential area.
This community was even darker than the previous one. It was an old community similar to Daguangli. Except for the street lamp in the middle of the road, the rest of the place was dark. The man panicked and ran into a dark road.
Bai Song felt a little more at ease at this time. He was familiar with this place. It was a dead end.
Bai Song took out a flashlight directly from his waist. The light of the police high-intensity flashlight instantly illuminated the area within dozens of meters nearby and also illuminated the end of the road.
The man saw at a glance that the end of the road was blocked, so he continued running for two meters, then turned around and raised his dagger.
"Let me go! Mind your own business!" The man's voice was low. At this moment, he looked like a wounded jackal, staring at Bai Song. Bai Song focused the flashlight, and the light hit the man's eyes directly. The man felt pain and swung his knife forward.
Bai Song, who wanted to go forward, hesitated and took two steps back. It was too dangerous to go forward. But the flashing of the light made Bai Song sure that this person was the robbery suspect he had been looking for for four or five days!
The man used his arms to block the strong light in front of him. When he saw Bai Song retreating, he knew that Bai Song had no weapon, so he rushed forward with a knife.
Bai Song sighed softly, took out the police spray, and whispered to himself: "Poor child..."
The man held a knife in his right hand and placed his left arm above his eyes. Bai Song pressed the switch of the police spray directly from bottom to top, diagonally facing the man's face.
Police spray, also known as police pepper spray, is mainly composed of high-purity pepper extract. When a university teacher was talking about the use of police equipment, he once commented on this type of police equipment. In simple terms, it "can quickly control the situation."
What this means is that it is not a big problem for a one-on-ten situation. Even if it is sprayed on the arm, it will cause a strong burning sensation, not to mention the face. The best time to use this thing is when a group of people are fighting shirtless in the summer. A policeman goes up and sprays it, and everyone lies down and screams.
At this moment, Bai Song was unintentional, and the man quickly felt severe pain on his face.
The man suddenly felt difficulty breathing, and his entire face was painful and itchy, as if a handful of chili peppers were sprinkled on his face, and then a handful of Sichuan peppercorns were sprinkled on his face. He threw away the knife, held his face with both hands, and screamed in pain.
"Why bother..." Bai Song knew how powerful this thing was, so he slowly walked forward and kicked the knife thrown by the man a few meters away. He then pinned the man down, grabbed his hands from behind, and put a restraint on him.
This man was faster than the last one, but his body was not as strong. With the pain on his face, he tried desperately to rub his face with his hands, but Bai Song still pulled his arms behind his back and tied them with a white high-strength plastic strap. Bai Song was afraid that it was not safe, so he tied the remaining strap as well.
"I＠#￥you＠#, ahhhh, let me go!" The man wanted to roll on the ground in pain, but Bai Song held him down easily.
"You have the right to remain silent, but every time you shout out now, your sentence can be increased by a few years!" Bai Song was in a good mood and joked with the suspect. It is true that he would not add a few years to his sentence for every word he said, but insulting the police after being arrested and writing it into the case file would indeed make it easy for the judge to consider increasing the sentence within his discretion.
The man gradually became unable to speak, his whole body twitched and he screamed miserably. Residents of several nearby residential buildings opened their windows to look, and some people called the police.
Soon, the police from the police station arrived. Wang Huadong had already dealt with the case. Seeing that Bai Song was fine, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It was just that this guy was really miserable.
Bai Song didn't feel bad at all. When the man rushed towards the police with a knife, he should be thankful that Bai Song didn't have a gun...
But it was indeed a bit too much, and the volatile substances made his eyes feel a bit irritated.
They put the man in the back of the prison van, and the police put the knife away in an evidence bag. Bai Song couldn't help but tell the police: "He's covered in pepper spray. Don't touch your face directly after touching him. Remember to wash your hands."
Wang Huadong followed the station's car and escorted the two suspects back. Bai Song packed up his police equipment and got into a Santana car parked at the gate of a nearby residential area.
I have to say that although the weather was cold, after Bai Song got into the car, after capturing two people and experiencing the threat of a knife, he still broke out in sweat. He subconsciously wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.
Bai Song wiped his forehead halfway with his hand, and a "ding dong" sound suddenly appeared in his mind...
Um, there seems to be some chili water on my hands. This is a low concentration, so my hands don’t feel anything... but my face...
Bai Song's thoughts, along with the neurotransmitters transmitted from the stratum corneum of the forehead to the nerve cells, were simultaneously transmitted to the pain reflex area of the cerebral cortex...
"I C..." Bai Song wanted to wipe it with his sleeve, but stopped in time. He endured the burning pain, got out of the car, went to a nearby shop, and used the restroom.
This thing is very difficult to wash off. Bai Song washed his hands several times with soap, but he didn't dare to wipe his forehead with his hands. Instead, he took out some toilet paper, dipped it in water, and wiped his forehead several times. It was very painful when he wiped it. After a few minutes, it was mostly relieved.
"Huh...Huh..." Bai Song took off his coat, turned it inside out, held it in his arms, and got back into the car.
Isn't it said that good people are rewarded... Bai Song himself was speechless. This... isn't it a good thing to catch a robber...
Without bothering to complain, he drove directly to the Sanmu Street Police Station. When he arrived at the station, there was an ambulance parked outside the station. Standing at the station entrance, he could hear people screaming inside, and Bai Song felt much more at ease.
"Haha, you're here. This kid said he couldn't breathe on the way, so the station called 120 for him. He's still cleaning up in the inner room. He'll probably be in pain for a few hours." Wang Huadong saw Bai Song at the door: "Hey? What's wrong with your forehead?"
Bai Song listened to the suspect's voice and waved his hand, "Hey, it's okay, it's okay..."
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