Chapter 21 Hostages
Anning Road Police Station, Director’s Office.
Wei Yong didn't expect that Xia Mufan would reap the rewards so soon.
Ten years! He had been waiting for ten years when he finally got the news. Wei Yong was so excited that he immediately called Yue Yuan from the serious crime squad and asked for help in the arrest operation.
Yue Yuan was brought up by Wei Yong. Without any hesitation, he immediately transferred personnel from the Criminal Investigation Brigade to carry out comprehensive control and distributed Wu Dameng's portrait from ten years ago. Anyone seen was arrested immediately.
After hanging up the phone, Wei Yong's eyes were bright, his back was straight, and he looked ten years younger.
He looked at Xia Mufan, his tone full of doubt: "Tell me, how did you find out?"
Sun Xianbing was also very confused. He stared at Xia Mufan, wanting to know why she had someone keep an eye on the chicken stall and why she said that Liu Aizhen would have contact with his son in the near future. He was clearly following Xia Mufan the whole time, so how come he didn't notice anything?
Xia Mufan was well prepared.
"According to our information, Wu Boqian and Liu Aizhen lived a very tight life and rarely ate meat. Today is neither a holiday nor an anniversary, so it's not normal for them to suddenly stew a chicken."
Sun Xianbing interjected, "Didn't Liu Aizhen say it was given to me by my family?"
Xia Mufan: "Liu Aizhen and Wu Boqian's parents have passed away. Since their son Wu Dameng was wanted, his brothers and sisters have been avoiding him. Who would send her a native chicken?"
Sun Xianbing thought about his conversation with Liu Aizhen and frowned, "Could it be that they have been vegetarian for too long and want to buy a chicken to eat?"
Xia Mufan: "Did you observe after you entered the room? Liu Aizhen's eyes were full of joy, completely different from the sad and haggard look we saw before, which shows that she encountered something happy. When she said that the chicken was given by her old family, her eyes were evasive, which was obviously a lie. It's not a shame to buy a chicken to eat, why did she lie?"
Sun Xianbing: ...
Yes, I'm not stealing or robbing. Why would I lie when I'm spending money to buy a chicken or make chicken soup? In order to maintain his pitiful image, he might cheat his neighbors and gain their sympathy and some benefits, but he and Xia Mufan were just two small staff members, and it was abnormal for Liu Aizhen to be so vigilant.
Yu Jing blurted out, "Right! Deliberately lying means she is hiding something. The happy expression on her face means she may have news about her son. Xiao Xia's suspicion is reasonable."
Sun Xianbing: "Where did she buy the chicken? And where did she get the news about her son?"
At this point, Sun Xianbing and Yu Jing spoke in unison.
"food market!"
“Chicken vendor.”
Xia Mufan nodded: "When something is out of the ordinary, there must be something fishy going on. It will always be a good idea for us to be cautious."
Wei Yong waved his hand excitedly, drawing an arc in the air: "Xiao Xia is careful and has discovered the problem with the Wu family. If we follow this line, we may be able to catch Wu Dameng!"
Just by smelling the aroma of chicken soup, Xia Mufan could detect something unusual. This keen sense in grasping important clues made Wei Yong look at Xia Mufan with eyes full of approval.
The police's investigation level was still very solid and the results came out quickly.
Liu Aizhen usually goes to the Qianjin Road vegetable market in the west of the city. There are three stalls selling chickens in the southwest corner of the market.
One was surnamed Tan, a short and fat man in his forties; one was surnamed Li, a divorced woman in her thirties; and one was surnamed Guan, a thin and dark man in his fifties.
All three of them have been setting up stalls in the vegetable market for three or four years. They are locals and had no contact with Wu Dameng ten years ago.
Wei Yong’s face was too easy to alarm Wu Dameng, so he could only sit in the car and wait from a distance.
Several new stalls were added to the market and plainclothes police officers were deployed.
At the entrance of Datie Lane, there is a middle-aged man selling popcorn and a young woman selling salted duck eggs.
From the blacksmith alley to the vegetable market, those selling pancakes and rice candy along the street are all our own people.
There were also several jeeps and cars parked on the roadside.
…
Wu Dameng, who killed a criminal police officer, had been on the run for ten years with a gun. His crime was extremely serious. Finally, there was a clue, and all the police were on high alert.
Xia Mufan and Sun Xianbing pretended to be customers and inspected the vegetable market.
The market is filled with fresh green vegetables, lively fish, freshly slaughtered meat, shouts, and bargaining sounds, and is full of the atmosphere of life.
The chicken stall is relatively remote.
The smell of chicken shit, feathers brewing in boiling water, blood, rust...all kinds of smells mixed together, coupled with the ground covered with water stains and blood, discouraged many people from going there.
However, rural kids Xia Mufan and Sun Xianbing like it very much.
Standing in front of the first stall owned by Tan Yikun, Sun Xianbing bent over to look at the chicken cage and asked the owner, "Do you have any old-fashioned chickens?"
Tan Yikun greeted Sun Xianbing attentively, took out a fat hen from the chicken coop and put it in front of him: "Look, it's a free-range chicken from the countryside, very fat."
Chuckling…
Oh oh oh…
The chickens in the cage were in a panic.
[I’m going to die.] 】
[So scary——]
[Help…]
At a life-and-death moment, no chicken would have the leisure to gossip.
In the chicken coop in the stall next door, since it was temporarily safe, a few interesting words came out.
What about the big flower? 】
[Dahua was given away yesterday.] 】
[It must have been stewed into soup.] 】
Give it to someone?
Xia Mufan looked up and saw that the female owner of the second stall was named Li Yanling. She had a pretty face, big breasts, a slim waist and a very charming figure. Although the weather was cold, she was not wearing much, just a red pullover and a brown apron. When she was killing and plucking the chicken, her movements were large and choppy, which was very eye-catching.
She was efficient in her work. She could do both the accounting and the slaughtering of chickens at the same time. After slaughtering the chickens, she washed away all the blood. Her business was obviously better than the other two shops.
Xia Mufan pulled Sun Xianbing and pointed at Li Yanling: "Go to her house and buy it."
Sun Xianbing nodded immediately: "Okay."
Tan Yikun put the chicken into the cage and quickly grabbed Sun Xianbing: "Hey, hey, hey, I'll give you a cheaper price, okay?"
Xia Mufan stopped, glanced at Li Yanling, and deliberately lowered his voice: "She is pretty and her stall is cleaner." The two stalls were close to each other and they knew each other well. If one wanted to know some inside information, provoking a conflict was the best way.
Tan Yikun glanced at Li Yanling, spat on the ground, and cursed: "Can good looks be eaten? Her chickens are expensive and her character is not good. Young people like you, don't be fooled by her."
When Li Yanling heard what Tan Yikun said, she angrily slammed her knife on the chopping board, rushed to the front of the stall, put her hands on her waist and started to curse: "How can you be so jealous? You are complaining just because my business is so good! The chickens I sell are cheap and good quality, and everyone likes them. You are nothing like me, pretending to be local chickens with foreign chickens, and specifically deceiving young people who don't know!"
Tan Yikun was enraged and started cursing.
"You shameless bitch, you bring wild men home all day long, and you still dare to scold me! Don't think that you are amazing just because you have big breasts. When I was doing business, you still wore open-crotch pants. What are you so arrogant about?"
He kept on talking dirty.
Li Yanling was so angry that her face turned red: "How could you see that I have a man outside? Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning for slandering me like this?"
Tan Yikun made two "tsk tsk" sounds and glanced at her lustfully: "From the way you act like a slut, I know there are many men in the room..."
Although Li Yanzhen was a fierce person, she was a woman after all, and could not say dirty words, so she was at a disadvantage in the argument.
Lao Guan, who was standing next to Li Yanling's stall, was busy chopping chicken without even glancing at them, as if he didn't hear them arguing.
More and more people gathered to watch the fun, and everyone tried to persuade them in a friendly way.
"Yanzi, don't bother with him."
"Boss Tan, a good man doesn't fight with a woman."
"Say less, harmony brings wealth."
Amid the crowd's persuasion, Li Yanling and Tan Yikun turned their heads at the same time, uttered "Pooh!" and temporarily stopped the fight.
Xia Mufan and Sun Xianbing looked at each other and left the crowd.
Back in the car, Sun Xianbing asked, "What did you see?"
Xia Mufan said: "Check Li Yanling carefully. She might know Wu Dameng. Liu Aizhen must have bought the chicken from her. Maybe she was the one who passed the message."
Sun Xianbing asked her carefully: "Xiao Xia, how did you figure that out?"
Xia Mufan tried hard to piece together the clues he saw: "Compared with the three chicken vendors, Li Yanling's stall is the cleanest and has the most customers, which shows that she is a diligent and efficient person."
Sun Xianbing nodded: "Yes. Then what?"
Xia Mushige continued to analyze: "She has a hot temper and is straightforward. She loses her temper when she gets angry."
Sun Xianbing was very supportive and continued to nod: "Yes."
"Wu Dameng has been on the run for ten years. His former cronies are in prison, and his family members no longer associate with the Wu family. How can he find someone trustworthy in Hui City to pass on the news to his parents?
When Tan Yikun saw his competitors stealing his business, he started cursing. He was narrow-minded and couldn't stand others being better than him. Such a person didn't even know how to write the word "loyalty" and would never help Wu Dameng to pass on the message.
Old Wu is old and timid. He doesn't care about things that don't concern him and will not risk going to jail to help a wanted criminal.
Li Yanling, on the other hand, is warm-hearted, straightforward and generous. If she and Wu Dameng are old acquaintances, she might help Wu Dameng out of old friendship. ”
After listening to Xia Mufan's analysis, Sun Xianbing slapped his thigh and said, "That makes sense! We went to the market together, so how come I didn't notice all this?"
Xia Mufan was not complacent, but felt more pressured.
The more cases she encounters, and the more difficult and complicated they are, the more she will have to justify herself. The ability to hear the inner voices of animals cannot be expressed in words. The theoretical foundation of criminal psychology alone is far from enough. One also needs to work on observation and logical reasoning.
The time came three days later.
The twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month.
The north wind was howling and the weather was freezing cold.
Even wearing a thick cotton jacket, it can't resist the cold.
Xia Mufan huddled in the car, rubbing his hands and looking out the window.
The streets are deserted and there are few pedestrians.
In such a cold day, will Liu Aizhen, who suffers from rheumatoid arthritis, go out?
“Sizzle…Sizzle…”
A voice came from the intercom.
"Report, Liu Aizhen is out."
Yu Jing turned around and shouted excitedly: "Here it comes!"
Sun Xianbing couldn't hide his excitement either, and clenched his fists: "Xiao Xia, your judgment is correct, Liu Aizhen really went out."
Rheumatoid arthritis is an immune disease that causes stiff and swollen joints, which is even more painful when the weather is cold. If it weren't for special circumstances, Liu Aizhen would never go out in such weather.
“Sizzle…Sizzle…”
The voice came from the intercom again.
"Report, Liu Aizhen is carrying a basket of vegetables and heading in the direction of the road."
Xia Muchen sat up straight and looked towards the intersection.
A staggering figure appeared before my eyes.
Liu Aizhen wrapped an old dark red scarf around her head and neck. Her gray hair was blown by the wind, but her old face showed a sense of joy.
She must have missed her son a lot after not seeing him for so many years.
Even if everyone wants him to be killed, in Liu Aizhen's heart, he is still her flesh and blood.
"Report, Liu Aizhen has arrived at Li Er's stall."
There were three people selling chickens in total, Li Yanling was the second one, and was referred to as Li Er by the police.
Xia Mufan stared at the walkie-talkie with sharp eyes, holding his breath and listening attentively to the news conveyed by the police.
"They are talking."
"The voice is too low and I can't hear it clearly."
"Liu Aizhen left the vegetable market and walked towards Fengyang Road."
The vegetable market is located west of Qianjin Road and east of Fengyang Road. Liu Aizhen is now heading towards Fengyang Road, and Wu Dameng may be waiting there.
The police stationed on Fengyang Road received the order, loaded their guns, and became nervous.
Wu Dameng has a gun, so we must fight quickly and decisively.
If we let him get away this time, it would be difficult to find him again.
Yue Yuan, who was in charge of the arrest operation, had already issued a death order: once discovered, they must be arrested immediately, regardless of life or death.
Where is Wu Dameng?
Did he carry a gun?
Are there any other gang members?
——Countless questions flooded into Xia Mufan’s mind, and his heartbeat quickened involuntarily.
Maple and poplar trees are planted on both sides of Fengyang Road. All the yellow leaves have fallen, leaving only bare branches.
A black Santana was parked on the side of the road, its body covered with a thin layer of dust.
Liu Aizhen's knees were stiff, her walking posture was a little strange, and her mouth twitched from time to time, and her expression looked very painful. But when she saw the car, her eyes lit up brightly and her lips began to tremble.
The policemen that were familiar to her in the past were no longer hanging around nearby. The tense atmosphere that used to be in the twelfth lunar month had changed, and Liu Aizhen was secretly happy. Datie Lane is going to be demolished, and the government is busy with surveys, investigations, and attracting investment. Perhaps they have long forgotten the police killing case from ten years ago?
As long as the police forget about it, she will be able to see her son.
Even after not seeing each other for so many years, her son still cares about his parents, which makes Liu Aizhen feel warm. She and her husband don’t know how long they have left to live. She would be satisfied if she could see her son before he dies, hear him call her “Mom” and know that he is living a good life.
No matter how evil he was, he was still her son whom she had carried for ten months and raised with great difficulty.
Liu Aizhen slowly approached the car.
The car window gradually rolled down, revealing a fat face.
This was a completely unfamiliar face, that of a middle-aged man, completely bald on top of his head, with fat on his cheeks, a triple chin, and a pair of eyes squeezed into two thin slits.
Liu Aizhen stood there in a daze and did not move forward.
No, this is not her son.
Her son had thick hair, a handsome face, and regular features, and he had many suitors when he was young. Even though he later embarked on a criminal path, he was still surrounded by women.
There was no way it could be the bald fat man in front of me.
The fat man's eyes were filled with tears, and his voice was trembling as he shouted, "Mom—"
This familiar call touched Liu Aizhen's kind motherly heart, and tears fell.
Liu Aizhen ignored the pain in her knees, walked quickly forward, climbed onto the car window, and said in a trembling voice, "Da Meng, what are you doing--" All the words were stuck in her throat and she couldn't utter a single word.
Ten years.
Ten years have passed. Liu Aizhen has grown old and her son has completely changed.
Even when mother and son meet, they cannot recognize each other at first glance.
Hearing the call of "Da Meng", the police who were watching the scene from afar finally confirmed that the fat man driving the Santana was Wu Dameng who had been on the run for ten years!
Various instructions came through the intercom.
"Maple and Poplar Road, black Santana, license plate ****"
"The driver is Wu Dameng."
"Attention all units, attention all units."
"Let's start the action——"
boom!
Boom!
The car accelerator roared.
Five cars started from both ends of Fengyang Road and surrounded the black Santana.
"Mom, I'm leaving!"
When Wu Dameng heard the unusual noise, his face changed drastically. He stuffed a bag into Liu Aizhen's hand, quickly started the car and fled.
Liu Aizhen stood there blankly, her white hair blown by the wind.
The chill spread from the top of the head to the soles of the feet.
Didn’t they say the police are no longer watching? how……
Ten years later, Wu Dameng is still as fierce as ever.
He fought his way out of the police car.
Yu Jing sat in the car, listening to the reports coming from the intercom.
"He ran away!"
“We have entered the development road.”
"The way forward, the way forward!"
The Public Security Bureau dispatched a total of five vehicles, all heading to Fengyang Road to block people. At this moment, only Yu Jing's car was left on the road waiting for orders.
disease--
A black Santana came roaring towards them like crazy.
Yu Jing started the car, stared straight ahead, frowned, and breathed faster: "Get out of the car, I'll stop him! Quick!"
The murderer who killed Xun Yangzhou is right in front of us!
The enemy who caused Wei Yong to ruin his future and feel guilty for the rest of his life is here!
The distance is getting closer.
Without time to think, Xia Mufan and Sun Xianbing got out of the car.
Yu Jing roared, started the car and rushed away.
I am willing to sacrifice my life to bring down the emperor.
The jeep crashed straight into the black Santana at an extremely tricky angle.
Bang!
boom--
The black Santana was fast, light and had a low chassis. It collided with the jeep, was knocked away, flipped in the air and landed heavily on the ground.
Although he was wearing a seat belt and had controlled the speed and distance, Yu Jing, who was driving, was still hit in the chest and blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth.
Xia Mufan and Sun Xianbing stood on the side of the road, watching all this, their hearts beating like drums. After such a violent collision, how did Yu Jing get? Is there anything wrong?
Time was running out, so Xia Mufan and Sun Xianbing quickly ran to the scene.
A fat figure pushed open the car door and climbed out.
This person...
Is it Wu Dameng?
Without thinking too much, Xia Mufan rushed straight towards the fat man at the speed of a ten-meter sprint.
The cold wind blows in my face.
My mind is clear, but the scenery in front of me is a little blurry.
Meow——
A black and gray figure rushed over and crashed into Xia Mufan's arms.
[Xia Xia!] 】
[Xia Xia has a gun!] 】
[Don’t go up!] 】
The burning sound of coal ash awakened Xia Mushi and also slowed her down.
——Wu Dameng has a gun, but she doesn’t!
Xia Mufan was just a small policeman in the police station and did not meet the requirements for carrying a gun. On this mission, they were originally only assisting in reconnaissance, and the arrest operation was completed by the Criminal Investigation Brigade.
Xia Mufan stopped, found a cover to hide his body, and stared at Wu Dameng.
He pulled out a black pistol from his arms and staggered forward.
gun!
Alarm bells rang in Xia Mushi's mind.
Wu Dameng was dizzy and rushed into the crowd. He grabbed a street vendor selling roasted sweet potatoes, put a gun to his temple, and stared fiercely at the police who came over.
"Don't come over here! Or I'll kill him!"
"Help--"
The thin hawker cried out miserably as he looked at the unfamiliar faces before him.
“Don’t kill me…”
The peddler was grabbed by the neck and dragged to the side of the car by Wu Dameng. The pressure on his temples made his face pale. The strong sense of fear made him beg Wu Dameng for help.
There was chaos on the way forward.
"There's a gun! Call the police!"
"Are the police here? Hurry up."
"Don't get too close, this bald fat guy might be crazy."
Although Wu Dameng was fat, his movements were still agile. He tightly grasped the vendor's neck with his left hand, scanned the entire scene, and shouted, "Get out of here! Get out of here! Don't come over here!"
All members of the serious crime team, except Feng Xiaoyu, were mobilized.
Gong Weiguo and Hu Kai looked at each other, drew their guns and pointed them at Wu Dameng, shouting, "Wu Dameng, put down your gun! Don't mess around!"
The rest of the people drew their guns and aimed, but none of them dared to shoot.
Wu Dameng has a hostage in his hand, and if he pulls the trigger it will cost a life!
Yue Yuan got out of the car and faced Wu Dameng.
Wei Yong rushed over, his eyes full of hatred, staring at Wu Dameng fiercely.
The enemy who killed our comrades is right in front of us, and we must not let him get away.
Yue Yuan took out the loudspeaker and turned on the amplifier, and the sound traveled far away.
"Wu Dameng, you can't escape."
"Think about your parents. Surrendering your weapons is the right choice for you."
"You've been hiding for ten years. Haven't you had enough of that? Put down your gun and turn yourself in."
Wu Dameng's hands began to tremble.
The vendor felt the muzzle of the gun tremble, and was so frightened that he began to struggle desperately, shouting for help in his throat: "Help... Help..."
Wu Dameng's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he pointed his gun downwards.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out.
"ah--"
The vendor let out a scream and blood gushed out from his thigh.
The vendor subconsciously reached out to press it, and his palm, clothes and pants were instantly stained with blood.
The smell of blood aroused Wu Dameng's murderous aura. He once again pointed the muzzle of the gun at the vendor's temple and shouted wildly: "Back off! Back off! If he comes over again, I'll kill him!"
The crowd was so shocked that they dared not say a word and retreated together.
This guy is a lunatic!
He's not a threat, he really will kill.
One shot, blood flows everywhere, who dares to provoke?
Xia Mufan didn't dare to confront Wu Dameng head-on, so he slowly retreated to the jeep, stood side by side with Sun Xianbing, and checked on Yu Jing's condition.
The peddler lost too much blood and was almost paralyzed.
Wu Dameng felt the changes in the hostage, his brows furrowed, and his eyes flickered.
Yue Yuan talked to him in a negotiating tone: "Wu Dameng, the hostage in your hand was shot. If you don't treat him in time, he won't survive for more than half an hour."
Wu Dameng's eyes were full of ferocity, and he raised his chin: "Get out of the way, give me the car, and I'll let him go. Otherwise... I have a worthless life anyway, and I'll take someone with me before I die."
From the direction of his chin, he wanted the jeep that Yu Jing was driving.
Wei Yong was unwilling to compromise.
We finally tracked down Wu Dameng's whereabouts and we will never let him leave.
He turned his head and looked at Yue Yuan, and said in a hurried voice: "Is the sniper in place? Give the order to kill."
Yue Yuan didn't dare to gamble.
The hawker held hostage by Wu Dameng had lost too much blood, his face was as pale as paper, and his breathing was getting heavier and heavier. Even if the sniper shot him dead with one shot, the peddler would definitely not survive as long as Wu Dameng hooked his index finger before he died.
Yue Yuan would never forgive himself for watching an innocent person die in front of him.
The hostages' cries for help became weaker and weaker.
Yue Yuan put the gun on the ground, raised his hands, and walked forward slowly: "Wu Dameng, the hostage in your hand can't hold out for half an hour. How about this, I will be your hostage and help you leave, and you leave him behind, how about that?"
Wu Dameng had already seen the situation clearly. He had fired a shot impulsively just now and regretted it in his heart. He looked up at the tall Yue Yuan and snorted, "You can change people, but I have the final say on who to change."
Sweeping the entire area, Wu Dameng raised his leg and kicked, pointing at Sun Xianbing who was standing next to the jeep: "Let's pick him." This young man was skinny and skinny, with a silly look, and was easier to control than other sturdy policemen.
Sun Xianbing was stunned on the spot and looked at Yue Yuan.
Yue Yuan shook his head: "No. He is just a policeman from the police station, not one of my people."
Wu Dameng suddenly became manic and shouted, "Let him come over, or we will all die together!"
Sun Xianbing was frightened and his legs felt weak.
To go or not to go?
Go ahead, you might die.
No way, the criminal wants him by name.
The police have duties to do, can he back down?
Countless thoughts flashed through my mind quickly, and time passed extremely slowly at this moment.
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