The gun is still there.

Zheng Tao pulled the gun in his hand, and suddenly, his arm hurt a sharp pain, and the gun in his hand almost fell to the ground.

who?

In the heavy rain, a black shadow jumped over from one side. Before Zheng Tao could raise his gun, his neck was strangled by a strong arm.

Just like being entangled by a giant python, Zheng Tao felt a suffocation, which was the suffocation of death. The blue veins on his face were exposed instantly, his eyes kept swelling outward, but his neck was tightened by Yuele. He gradually felt dizzy in front of him and his consciousness began to slowly disappear.

At the same time, another man wearing gloves grinned and dragged Xiao Zhong from the anti-drug bureau from the car, and his legs dragged out two long marks from the bottom of the muddy ditch.

Bang--

The man wearing gloves put Xiao Zhong on the ground, and Xiao Zhong leaned his limp body against the car door.

On the other side, Zheng Tao, who had lost consciousness, was also put down on the muddy ground. The hand that knocked him fainted slowly raised Zheng Tao's arm, and the black muzzle pointed at Xiao Zhong from the Drug Control Bureau. Then, the hand slowly pulled the trigger for Zheng Tao.

Bang--

A fire flashed by in the dark rainy night, Xiao Zhong tilted his head and blood flowed down his forehead.

He closed his eyes forever.

This dull gunshot did not wake Zheng Tao up,

Xiao Zhong's gun was also stuffed into his hand, and his arm was slowly raised like Zheng Tao, and the gun pointed at Zheng Tao's eyebrows.

The cool rain was beating Zheng Tao, but his mind was like a mountain collapse and a land falling. He tried hard to open his eyes, subconsciously turned around, and the bullet brushed his arms and swept past.

But before he could fight back, his neck was slashed again, and then his eyes went dark and he completely lost consciousness.

Bang--

The gun fired again.

A blood flower broke out on Zheng Tao's chest, and the blood stained the ground red. His body was quietly lying in a pool of blood, and there was no sound.

At this time, a man in a raincoat walked down from the Ford on the road. He slowly put on his gloves, took out something from the car and threw it down.

Below, two people wearing gloves took the thing, lifted up their clothes and tucked them in Zheng Tao's pocket...

On the road, the car quickly disappeared into the dark night.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the sky is thundering...

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Maslow will never forget this scene in his life.

The night, heavy rain, thunder.

Lights, sirens, vocals.

A bloody Zhang Jie was carried into the ambulance, and Maslow followed him for a few steps, "Senior brother, Zhang Jie, senior brother..."

Senior Brother Zhang Jie of Gangcha did not answer him, nor did he open his eyes, and the ambulance roared away.

Maslow wiped his face, not knowing whether it was tears or rain, but it mixed and intertwined his face, tears flowing all over his body.

The warning belt has been pulled up long ago, and the forensic doctor is busy nervously in the heavy rain.

However, Maslow could see clearly that after the heavy rain, the traces that could be extracted were probably limited.

Liu Bo, director of the Development Zone Public Security Bureau, Han Jinping, deputy captain of the Municipal Drug Control Detachment, and Fu Chengyu, captain of the Development Zone Criminal Investigation Brigade, stood side by side on the road, each with a silent face and a serious face.

Within the jurisdiction of Qingdu Development Zone, the captain of a criminal investigation team in the provincial capital and a member of the Provincial Drug Control Bureau both died, which is more shocking than drug trafficking.

But, now everything cannot be concluded.

In the muddy ditch, the rain was dyed dark red. Zheng Tao's face was pale and he lay straight in the messy mud, but the gun was still in his hand.

On the other side, a young man was shot in the middle of his eyebrows, and there was no sign of life.

"How is it?" Huang Chi asked the forensic doctor hurriedly, and the forensic doctor shook his head with a heavy expression.

vomit--

Maslow couldn't help but retching. He lay on the side of the road, his body was spasming, his lips kept trembling, but he didn't vomit anything.

Panda and Lang Jianhui also looked sad. They held Maslow one left and one right, slapped him on the back hard, but from time to time they looked at the Zheng team lying on the cold mud, the Zheng team who was used to staring at the eyes, the Zheng team who fought side by side during the summer vacation, and the Zheng team who was amused by them in the canteen of the criminal police team.

He, today, went.

Yang Xiaoqiang looked here without criticizing it. He took a deep breath and lowered his head.

"Director Fu," a technical detective came over and showed the things in his hand to Liu Bo, director of the Development Zone Public Security Bureau, and Fu Chengyu, captain of the Criminal Investigation Brigade. "I found this in him."

A bag of white powder.

“Metachathrinone!”

Everyone is familiar with this thing, and it was this thing I just got.

Huang Chi looked at the things in the technician, and looked cold. He raised his leg and wanted to walk into the cordon. A detective raised his hand to stop him.

"Does go." His voice was very low. Fu Chengyu waved his hand and the detective retreated.

The footprints at the scene were washed away by the heavy rain. Several technical detectives were extracting fingerprints. Huang Chi did not come to Zheng Tao. He squatted down next to Xiao Zhong of the Drug Control Bureau first. When the young man came, he was still jumping around, and in a blink of an eye, he was separated by heaven and man.

The bullet shell on the ground was also put into a transparent bag. Huang Chi looked at Xiao Zhong's hand holding a gun and was stunned.

He stood up and walked to Zheng Tao again. Zheng Tao's eyes widened and looked up at the sky, as if he wanted to tell him something, but he would never be able to speak.

He looked at Zheng Tao's chest, and the shot was hitting the heart, very accurate.

Huang Chi stood for a long time and lowered his head. He was like a lonely wolf standing in the wilderness, silent for a long time.

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The Qingdu Criminal Police Team is brightly lit.

The leaders of the Qingdu Public Security Bureau and the Development Zone Public Security Bureau, Shen Nan and the leaders of the Gucheng District Public Security Bureau rushed over overnight, and experts from the Provincial Public Security Department and leaders of the Provincial Drug Control Bureau came together.

"From the bullet casing on site, the two bullet casings came from Zheng Tao and Xiao Zhong's guns," said Director Zhang of the Municipal Trace Physical Evidence Inspection Center. "From the bullet extracted from their bodies, the bullet in Xiao Zhong's body came from Zheng Tao's pistol, and the bullet in Zheng Tao's body came from Xiao Zhong's gun."

The rifle wear of each gun is different. When a rifled gun fires a bullet, it will rub slight marks in the barrel, just as there are no two identical leaves in the world, nor exactly the same rifle.

Therefore, sometimes the gun model can be the same, but the bullets fired by each gun can be distinguished even if the gun has the same model, because the rifle of each gun will not be the same as a human fingerprint, so as long as it is fired, it can be judged based on the rifle combined with the bullet body.
Chapter completed!