National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 438 - 438 404 Wall Thump

438: Chapter 404 Wall Thump 438: Chapter 404 Wall Thump Mu Zhiyang’s heart thumped excitedly twice, as if he were warming up.

Shielding his head with his shield, he took a few steps forward with practiced ease.

In fact, ever since he got injured during the “Wu Long Mountain Wildman Case”, Mu Zhiyang had specifically studied and trained for such operations.

The leader of the first squadron, Wu Junhao, was generous with his instruction.

Wu Junhao used to say, “These days, if you encounter a criminal who comes at you with a gun blazing, consider yourself lucky!”

“Chief, let’s attack from both fronts, don’t give him time to take a hostage!” Mu Zhiyang urged, then called for Wang Chuanxing, Shen Yaowei, and others to form up behind him, creating an impromptu assault team.

Zheng Tianxin looked back at Jiang Yuan and thought to himself, your men are pretty fierce.

Jiang Yuan saw the high spirits amongst Mu Zhiyang and the others and could quite understand them.

The members of Jiang Yuan’s Accumulated Case Team were all very determined officers.

Without the hope of making a mark and a desire to achieve something significant, they would not have transferred all the way to work under Jiang Yuan.

His Accumulated Case Team had a significant workload, and the pressure was immense, with salaries and benefits that didn’t even match those of ordinary police officers in Changyang City.

What everyone yearned for was achievement and victory, and Jiang Yuan himself was no different.

If it were about discussing cost-effectiveness and focused on career advancement, Jiang Yuan’s work as a forensic doctor would be meaningless.

“Assuming the perpetrator is alone, we could let Mu Zhiyang and his team give it a try.

They have all gone through relevant training too,” Jiang Yuan expressed his support, taking Zheng Tianxin by surprise.

When it comes to training, in reality, everyone has undergone it.

The police are essentially a force of violence.

Look at the police in the United States; one or two officers, or small teams of two or three, would rush out amidst gunfire – it happens all the time.

Domestic police officers aren’t bold enough to rush in not because they lack courage, but because the leaders fear the consequences.

For the leaders, they would rather send hundreds of officers to tire out an armed criminal or wait for hours for the armed police or special forces to arrive and deal with the situation than let ordinary officers go into battle.

After numerous such incidents, many officers themselves were reluctant to step forward.

But this situation was obviously not normal.

Everything comes with a cost.

Fully trained police officers are often required to do dangerous work, but when firearms come into play, they suddenly become as fragile as porcelain dolls.

If it takes 200 detectives a whole day to deal with one armed criminal, then hundreds of theft cases will have to be put on hold.

There are 365 days in a year; if all officers are required for murder cases, for armed cases, for meetings, for escorting high-ranking officials, then how much time is left to handle ordinary cases?

Jiang Yuan himself had experienced gun battles, and when he thought back, the fear felt at that moment was real.

Upon review, many aspects could have been handled better.

Mu Zhiyang probably felt the same way.

One who has been rained on should have no fear of walking in the rain again, especially when fully protected.

Rather than slowly accruing experience day by day, Mu Zhiyang preferred to take a bit of risk.

“Captain Jiang, they are your men, I won’t object if you’re willing,” Zheng Tianxin guessed the young people’s thoughts a bit.

Although he didn’t entirely agree, the reality was that on their side, against a mere handgun, there were dozens of officers with bulletproof vests, helmets, and shields; charging in would at least be worth two third-class merits.

It was normal for the young officers to want to fight for it.

When he was young, he also seized a few opportunities to make his name.

If you just follow the routine, unless you are a technical genius and a case-solving expert like Jiang Yuan, most people will just end up as ordinary officers, working overtime until their hair thins, staying up late until their liver hardens, writing reports until they’re full of grease, better to take a bullet than that!

“Shall we let Mu Zhiyang and his team give it a try?” Jiang Yuan sought confirmation from Mu Zhiyang and the others with a look.

Zheng Tianxin nodded, saying, “Take three guns with you, but try not to use them.”

He sent someone to get the guns, then turned back to his own team and said, “Those of you who are interested can join them too, it’s an opportunity.”

The couple of detectives in front of him didn’t make a peep, grinning, all of them in their thirties with families of their own.

They had seen through it all and had no interest in risking their lives.

Forget asking for names; even getting injured and suffering from chronic leg and back pain later didn’t seem worth it.

Zheng Tianxin looked further afield, and a young officer, just a few years out of school, couldn’t help but jump out and say, “Chief Zheng, I want to go.”

“Alright,” Zheng Tianxin agreed.

It wouldn’t be right to let the guest troops charge ahead while the home side reaped the benefits alone.

With one volunteer there soon followed another, and in no time, about half of the young officers from the nearby vehicles stood up, making up a group of nearly ten.

On their side, Mu Zhiyang and his team, now armed and holding shields, had circled from the right side of the self-built houses to the downstairs of Tian Xiang’s building.

The officers from Luyang City’s Criminal Police Brigade split into two groups; one group circled from the left side of the self-built houses while the other went around to the back, meeting up with the officers who had arrived beforehand, getting ready to vault the wall from the rear.

In other words, aside from the dozen or so police vehicles flashing their lights at the front, there were now assault teams on the other three sides.

Tian Xiang hid behind the window on the second floor, only occasionally sticking his head out as if he were afraid of being taken out by a sniper.

He couldn’t see what the police were doing, and even if he did, he probably wouldn’t understand.

At the same time, he couldn’t help but flail his arms and shout wildly, showing signs of mental instability.

Of course, many people facing a similar situation, surrounded by dozens or hundreds of burly men threatening to execute them by firing squad, would also exhibit signs of mental instability.

On Zheng Tianxin’s end, a criminal investigator held up a shield and a loudspeaker, shouting, “The person inside, listen up, you are completely surrounded by us…”

While speaking, Mu Zhiyang, boosted by two colleagues, directly climbed into Tian Xiang’s second-story home.

They were all practiced standard moves, just rarely used.

Bang.

The sound of breaking glass, inexplicably similar to the sound of gunfire.

But the detective’s shouting was so loud that Tian Xiang, in the next room, didn’t hear it at all.

Mu Zhiyang rolled on the spot, pulled out a small shield from behind, and threw down a rope while bracing his feet against the bottom of the window sill.

The detective following him used the rope to climb up with a little effort.

These tactical movements were practiced more often by special police, but normal criminal investigators also needed to practice them.

Generally, the longer one had been out of the academy, the more their movements deviated from the standard.

After three or four people came up, Mu Zhiyang’s pounding heart began to slow down.

By this time, the mission was already halfway completed.

Next, it depended on whether Tian Xiang had taken any hostages and whether he would give up.

A team of six people went upstairs, one went down to open the door, and the rest moved forward slowly.

Soon, the sound of breaking windows was heard continuously from outside.

Tian Xiang stuck his head out again and shouted, “Don’t come over…”

Mu Zhiyang made a hand signal and, holding the large shield brought up, barged into the room.

Bang!

Tian Xiang fired again, hitting the shield, but not even a spark flew.

Thump!

Mu Zhiyang, still upright with the shield, charged at Tian Xiang, slamming him against the wall with no intention of slowing down.

Shield Bash!

Wall Slam!

Stun Baton!

Stun Baton!

Before Tian Xiang could utter a swear word, he slid down the wall.

“Stop zapping, it’s done, it’s done,” Mu Zhiyang shielded Tian Xiang from a third electric shock, then removed the shield to look at Tian Xiang as if he were a freshly caught wild yellow croaker.

Shining gold!