The rain was pouring down, and the night was dark. The wind whipped up the branches, making a loud crashing sound.
The road meandered between two mountains. The wind echoed loudly, as if a demon lurking in the abyss was revealing its hideous body step by step.
The junior officer was stunned for a moment before he pulled out his pistol. With one hand holding the gun and the other holding a flashlight, he slowly moved towards the man.
When he was almost in front of him, he stretched out his leg and kicked the rifle on the ground away!
The junior officer kept his eyes on the man lying on the ground with a plastic bag over his head, afraid that he would suddenly get up and try to snatch the gun from him.
But the man did not move for a long time.
The rain pattered on the man's body and flowed down his back in a zigzag pattern.
The junior officer grew bolder and kicked the man with the tip of his foot.
Still, the man did not move.
The junior officer was finally relieved. He crouched down and tried to pull the plastic bag off the man's head. But no matter how hard he tried, he could not untie the ordinary-looking plastic bag.
"What the hell? How can a broken plastic bag be so tight?" the junior officer muttered. He took out his pocket knife and cut open the plastic bag.
Just then, a bolt of lightning struck, followed by a clap of thunder.
A man's head, bleeding from all seven orifices, popped out of the black plastic bag. It was a frightening sight to behold against the dark lightning.
"Ah —" the junior officer screamed again and hurriedly stepped back, almost falling on his butt in the mud.
"Boss! Boss! Something bad has happened! "The junior officer, who had only been on the job for a few years, hurriedly took out his cell phone to report to his boss.
But he could not make any calls on his cell phone.
He looked at the notification on his cell phone. Damn, there was no cell signal here!
The junior officer looked at the main road leading to the resort. It was swaying in the wind and rain, and he could not see the entrance. He looked in the direction he had come from. It was also foggy …
He hurriedly got up, stamped his feet, grabbed the rifle that he had kicked away, and ran back to the police station.
…
Not long after, an urgent phone ringing woke the chief of the police station near Dufeng Mountain.
"What's going on?" The chief rushed over and saw the rifle that the junior officer had dragged back from the mud. His eyes narrowed. "An American Ray sniper rifle?! Where did you find it?! "
"It's on the main road leading into Dufeng Mountain Resort Villa." There was still fear in the young policeman's eyes. He looked at the chief in admiration. "Chief, you recognize this gun?!"
He only knew that the sheriff was a retired soldier, but he didn't expect him to be proficient in firearms.
The sheriff smiled and looked at the sniper rifle, his eyes filled with memories. "Back then, in order to be a sniper in the army, I put a lot of effort into these things. It's a pity that I can't compete with him and didn't get the position. "
This was a sad matter for the sheriff, so the young officer immediately changed the topic. "Boss, there's a dead man over there with a plastic bag wrapped around his head, and this sniper rifle is next to him."
"Ah? There's a sniper rifle next to him, and he was suffocated to death with a plastic bag?! "The chief was shocked." Who has come to our little Dufeng Mountain?! "
The young officer looked at the chief with a dumbfounded expression. He had no idea what the chief was talking about. "Chief, a parent of a C University law student called tonight, saying that a C University law student had come to Dufeng Mountain Resort Villa for a graduation trip, but his cell phone and internet connection were all disconnected. His family was worried, so they asked us to go and see what was going on. I went to take a look, but before I could get in, I saw this on the road …" He pointed at the sniper rifle.
"Call Dufeng Mountain Resort Villa and find Old Duan from their security office." The chief sat down and lit a cigarette to refresh himself.
The young officer snapped out of his daze and patted the phone. "The phone at Dufeng Mountain Resort Villa was disconnected, and I couldn't make a call on my cell phone either. That's why I went there myself. Before I even got there, I found this, and the dead man." He added, "The dead man is still on the road."
"The phone was disconnected?! And I can't make a call on my cell phone?! " The chief's expression turned serious. He took a long drag from his cigarette. "Stop talking. Wake everyone up and put on bulletproof vests. We're going into the mountain!"
The efficiency of the police station was high.
Five minutes later, a squad of police officers with walkie-talkies and bulletproof vests assembled. They put on their raincoats and headed for the mountain road leading to the Dufeng Mountain Resort Villa.
This time, there were many of them, and they soon arrived at the spot where the young officer had found the sniper rifle and the dead man.
The dead man was still lying on the ground, the plastic bag dangling from his neck. It had not been untied.
The chief shone his flashlight on the body, then called two men over. "Take him back and check his ID. The rest of you, follow me. "
He took seven or eight policemen with him and ran quickly in the rain.
Just as they were about to reach the main gate of the Dufeng Mountain Resort Villa, something happened!
Whoosh!
A bullet spun out of the bushes near the villa and struck the young officer leading the way in the chest.
The young officer screamed and fell backward.
"Get down! Get down! "The chief waved his hand and ordered everyone to get down.
He crawled over to the young officer who had been shot and whispered, "Is Da Mao all right?"
They were all wearing bulletproof vests. Being shot in bulletproof vests would only hurt a little, but their lives would not be in danger.
The young officer whimpered, "That hurt so much …"
"Your father's at home, all right! You're the only one left to curse him! " The chief smacked the young officer on the back, then slowly got up from the ground. He looked around and said, "Keep moving!"
The young officer who had been shot in the chest pushed himself up from the ground.
Just then, another bullet flew out from behind a tree.
This time, it hit Da Mao's helmet.
His helmet wasn't bulletproof. This time, he fell on his back again without making a sound.
"Chief! Da Mao was shot again! " Another policeman standing next to the young policeman hurriedly shouted and reached out to support the young policeman's body that had fallen into the mud.
The sheriff immediately fired several shots at the place where the second gunshot had come from, shouting, "Kill them all! It's in that direction! "
On the battlefield, a real sniper's habit was to move from place to place after each shot.
Otherwise, if the opponent discovered the trajectory of the bullet, the opponent would immediately bombard the ground with artillery, blowing up everything within a ten-meter radius of the sniper. That was why snipers had another name on the battlefield: cannon fodder …
But in the mountains and forests of the Empire, the chief found that this sniper was not a professional at all.
The two shots he had fired had come from the same direction.
So the police unceremoniously pulled out their guns and returned fire.
Although the police's guns were not as high-end as the sniper rifles, there were many of them. The intense gunfire mixed with the sound of the rain quickly suppressed the sniper hiding in the woods.
Not long after, they heard a low cry, and the branches behind the trees swayed a few times.
They fired again, but there was no more movement.
It was the middle of the night, and it was raining heavily. Visibility was too low.
And in the blink of an eye, a police officer from the Dufeng Mountain Police Station had died in the line of duty.
Coupled with the unidentified man who had died earlier and the sniper who had escaped, the whole incident had become a major case.
"Bring Da Mao back. Immediately ask for backup from the higher-ups and the garrison! Tell them we've got a big case here! " The chief said through gritted teeth, wiping the rain off his face. It was hard to tell if it was rain, his sweat, or tears …
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The second night, the monthly ticket of 600 plus updates. The third night at six o 'clock, the fourth night at eight o' clock. The monthly ticket was 700 plus updates.
o(n_n)o~。
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