National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 536 - 536 493 Stability

536: Chapter 493: Stability 536: Chapter 493: Stability In the afternoon.

The sunlight was as warm as an old dog.

Threads of light struck the glass, casting faces aglow with golden radiance.

Over a hundred police officers, fully equipped, stood guard around a small restaurant, slowly dispersing some of the people on the street.

Laying an ambush in such a bustling place was clearly a bit unconventional, but Yu Wenshu couldn’t wait any longer.

They had confirmed the suspect’s identity by noon—through the phone number and order number from a food delivery website, as well as through various means including photo identification.

Unexpectedly, the suspect had spent the entire noon playing with his wife and child at Naughty Castle.

It was only now, when they got hungry, that the family of three came out of the mall and into a back alley to dine.

Although they could have waited longer, the risk would only have increased the longer they did.

The person they were facing was a member of a drug trafficking gang, a professional killer.

Unlike ordinary criminals who might kill on occasion and be unprepared, a single phone call could come at any time, and he might just run off.

To be honest, if it weren’t for the fact that Naughty Castle was full of children, Yu Wenshu would have considered arresting him in the mall.

This small restaurant in the back alley was now a decent choice.

Inside the small restaurant, the man who went by the name Li Jun, but was actually Li Mingyu, looked at his six-year-old daughter with a face full of indulgence.

They say seven or eight years old is the age even dogs despise, so six years old must be the last of the cute years.

Li Mingyu cherished this time, always wanting to devote most of his energy to his family, to the extent that even killing had become somewhat procrastinated.

“Hey, I still have to go out in a few days.

It’ll just be you and the kid at home.” Li Mingyu murmured softly as he sipped the weak tea in the small restaurant.

His wife uttered a sound of agreement and said, “Then go early and come back early.

If the boss demands too much, just quit serving him.

Actually, just doing food delivery or the occasional odd job is pretty good.

Our daily expenses aren’t much; we can make do by being frugal.”

“How could that be enough?” Li Mingyu smiled and thought to himself that the household expenses weren’t just about food and drink; there were mortgage payments for the house, school fees for the car, expenses for going out to have fun, holiday surprises, luxury goods for keeping up with the Joneses, and so on—none of which could be left out.

If Li Mingyu hadn’t joined the drug trafficking gang, with just the identity of a courier or food delivery guy, he would hardly have been able to pay the rent.

However, since he started killing people, he came to like his job as a food delivery man even more.

Riding his beloved motorcycle through the ever-changing city, occasionally delivering a meal, or maybe butchering the dog of someone who had left a bad review a few days prior, and then coming home at night to eat the meal prepared by his wife and play with his little girl—this life full of the scent of everyday life was the ultimate contentment.

“Let’s go home after we’re full.” Li Mingyu stood up and hailed a Didi.

When taking his daughter out, he wouldn’t ride his motorcycle.

When coming to the city center, he was even too lazy to drive his own car.

Li Mingyu took a look around before leaving the small restaurant, then subconsciously stopped in his tracks.

“Keep walking.

If you run, we shoot.

If you don’t want to be arrested in front of your daughter, then cooperate with us.” Changyang City’s detectives in charge of the arrest were equipped with several guns and many stun batons and electric clubs.

According to their plan, if Li Mingyu resisted with a gun, they were to take him down on the spot, ready even for American-style draw and shoot.

This was a professional killer, or to put it more modestly, a gunman from a criminal gang.

Most detectives had only heard of such people and had never seen them.

Their first encounter, in the bustle of the city, had only one outcome: to meet while lying down.

Li Mingyu’s head buzzed.

His life full of the scent of everyday life had ended!

He had foreseen this day coming, even looked forward to it years ago.

Yet, when the time to leave the scene arrived, he realized he hadn’t prepared anything at all.

“I won’t run,” Li Mingyu said.

“I’ll just tell my daughter and shout out.

Then I’ll surrender without a fight.”

“Fine, come out with me.

I’ll handcuff you first.

After you’re handcuffed, you can shout,” said the detective in charge of the arrest, not overflowing with sympathy.

In ancient times, a person like Li Mingyu would have been considered a desperado, someone who didn’t even care about his own life.

It was hard to tell if he had any tricks left up his sleeve.

To give him a bit of satisfaction, to make him have some concerns while also lowering his guard.

As Li Mingyu was forced out of the small restaurant, several detectives rushed up, raising and dropping their stun batons.

“You promised to let me shout,” Li Mingyu struggled desperately.

“I also said to shout after you’re cuffed,” the squad leader in charge of the arrest said.

Li Mingyu was mounted and handcuffed.

To an outsider, the whole process looked as though the detectives were bullying Li Mingyu.

Next, two burly detectives helped Li Mingyu up.

The handcuffs on his back shone, granting a rare sense of security to their superiors.

“Honey, daddy went to work early.

Got a call.

I’ll call you back later,” Li Mingyu relaxed, closed his eyes, and was put into the prison van.

He couldn’t even pay attention to what his wife and child were shouting after him.

…

Operations Room

Yu Wenshu and Bai Jian stood behind the computer screen, always feeling a surreal sense of detachment.

“So you’re saying the killer really was just a delivery man?

And he bought a house with the money he earned from killing?” Yu Wenshu found it hard to believe.

After all the fuss, was being a hitman just a side gig?

If being a hitman were the main job, that would be even more tragic; it would mean that making deliveries was a side job and that the income from killing was not even enough for living.

Jiang Yuan was equally surprised.

He had originally thought that the delivery uniform was just a simple disguise.

He didn’t expect that the killer would start delivering early in the morning and late at night so actively that he’d worked at the Yellow Kangaroo’s station for several years without being noticed.

It was just in the time since they had sat down that Li Mingyu had confessed everything.

“A drug trafficking gang, actually manufacturing drugs in the city.” Yu Wenshu couldn’t bear to listen when the detective called with the update.

After sending the youngsters out of the room, Yu Wenshu switched to speakerphone.

The speaking detective reported in detail, “Li Mingyu doesn’t know how many people are in the gang.

Their organization is quite strict, requiring them to keep secrets from one another.

The gang’s headquarters is in Shuidong, in an ordinary office building outfitted with multiple monitors and cameras.

They gather there to produce the drugs periodically.”

“The drugs they produce are mainly sold elsewhere, not locally,” the detective continued.

“Wang Xingzhai, Number Two, is another drug trafficking gang member obsessed with distributing drugs locally, so Li Mingyu killed him.”

“Two criminal gangs?” Yu Wenshu felt even more devastated.

Changyang City had been so quiet, and now suddenly, there were two drug gangs…

it was truly unsettling.

“Captain Yu, don’t panic,” Bai Jian whispered.

“What’s the difference between one criminal gang and two?

Maybe the two gangs both split from another one.”

Yu Wenshu couldn’t help but nod.