“I’ve already had Lao Shao change Lu Guangran’s tombstone to a blank one, so there won’t be any trouble in the future!” Wei Liangbi continued.
As expected of a veteran agent with rich experience in combat, he handled things meticulously, which Ning Zhiheng couldn't help but admire. His senior brother was indeed extraordinary, always one step ahead and taking precautions before problems arose.
"Senior brother is so thoughtful. I was indeed rash in my actions, and I'm sorry to have troubled you." This time, Ning Zhiheng sincerely thanked Wei Liangbi.
As Ning Zhiheng walked out of Wei Liangbi's office, he felt a little uneasy. He considered himself to be meticulous and cautious, but he still couldn't help but reveal some clues.
He could use the excuse of seeking peace of mind to cover up the matter of collecting and burying Lu Ming's body. After all, he had personally arrested Lu Ming, and it would be difficult for others to use sympathy for the Communist Party as an excuse to cause him trouble.
But are there no loopholes elsewhere? No, there are, it's just that I didn't think of them.
Ning Zhiheng sat in his office, deep in thought, carefully reviewing everything he had done recently. He wanted to find any loopholes that could pose a threat to him!
Suddenly, he remembered something and quickly reached for the Browning pistol at his waist. This was a crucial oversight; in his haste, he had overlooked it.
This morning he used this Browning pistol to kill nine people. The number of bullets he used was not too bad. After all, the Military Intelligence Bureau is a military unit. Everyone can go to the training ground to practice with real guns and ammunition. They use thousands of bullets every day for target practice. So the Military Intelligence Bureau is not strict about the management of bullets. He just needs to go to the training ground a few more times and secretly save a few bullets each time he shoots. It is easy!
The real problem was the rifling inside the barrel of this Browning pistol. He knew very well that the rifling of each gun, like a fingerprint, was unique.
Even if the guns are the same model, you can still tell which gun fired each bullet by looking at the wear and tear on the bullet head!
I must never use this Browning pistol again. If the agents of the Central Party Affairs Investigation Department collect the nine bullets I fired this morning and do ballistic analysis, then they will have the rifling data of my Browning pistol!
Of course, unless they suspect you, they are unlikely to come and check the rifling of your sidearm for comparison. After all, in a sea of people, how could they possibly find you?
Moreover, as an officer in the Military Intelligence Investigation Department, given the conflict between the two intelligence agencies, the Central Party Affairs Investigation Department would not dare to easily cause him trouble.
Although Ning Zhiheng also thought it was impossible, he was cautious by nature and always feared the worst. After all, nothing in this world is absolute!
He must take precautions, just like Wei Liangbi did, to ensure everything is done perfectly in advance and leave no room for any potential problems!
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