Chapter 65
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Ye Chien's drawing skills also surprised him. He only took a second glance at the night, yet he was able to memorize the other party's face and draw it clearly. This … was truly amazing!
"This portrait is of a man with a Hongkou accent. He has an injury, probably around his waist. When he got off the motorcycle, he consciously covered his right waist." Ye Chien handed the sketch to Ye Chien. "There are three more. Give me a moment."
Ye Chien, who had entered a state of concentration, had a cold look in his eyes. When he drew with the pencil, a cold light flashed across his eyes. "I checked the wounded man's pistol. It was a QSZ92 semi-automatic pistol with a total of 15 bullets. Only one shot was fired."
"If this bullet hit the man with a Hongkou accent … He should still be in the restaurant and won't leave for the time being."
The Type QSZ92 semi-automatic pistol used the Type DAP92 9mm hard steel core ordinary bullet. The bullet had a low density and strong penetrative power. After penetrating a 1.3mm thick helmet steel plate at a distance of 50 meters, it could still penetrate a 50mm thick pine board. Other pistol bullets could not penetrate steel plate.
Based on this, if the other party was really shot, what he had to do now was stop the bleeding and then move!
Xia Jinyuan's sharp gaze was already scanning Ye Chien's face a few times. Then, he raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "Looks like you learned a lot in the army. You even know this."
"There are still two more portraits. Finish them in four minutes? Is that okay? " When he met her cold and calm gaze, Xia Jinyuan decided to use a coaxing and questioning tone to prevent this little girl from having any opinions about him.
Young Master Xia, who had lived for twenty years, had always been the one being looked down upon. He never thought that in a small village, he would have to look down upon a little girl.
His cold tone softened, making Ye Chien a little uncomfortable. He raised his eyes to look at Xia Jinyuan, then indifferently retracted his gaze. "The other four are all side faces. Let me try to see if I can get their faces."
"Since they are the targets, don't you have any information on them? You don't even have a picture? "
Her pencil didn't stop moving. She drew on the paper with rustling sounds, but targeted questions came one after another. "Although I don't know how you arranged it, alerting the target and letting your comrades get hurt is the mistake of the higher-ups."
…
The rest of the paintings were still being painted. Xia Jinyuan, who was beside her, was still silent. If it wasn't for his strong aura, she would have thought that he had already left.
"You're right, it was my mistake. In the end … there won't be a next time! " Xia Jinyuan said coldly. Gradually, his voice became low. He took the portrait from the side and drew a portrait from the front. Xia Jinyuan looked at Ye Jian in surprise again. "Every time we meet, you always give me a surprise."
Rolling up the workbook, Jun Yan looked at her with a solemn and cold expression. He warned, "Tonight might not be peaceful. Stay in the barracks and don't walk around."
Ye Chien put down his pencil and stared at him. He frowned and said worriedly, "How did you get into the restaurant? Liao Jian's father is already there. "
"Don't worry, we will make arrangements. There won't be any more injuries to our comrades." Xia Jinyuan nodded slightly at Ye Chien. His tone was cold, firm, and solemn, as if he was making a promise.
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