National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 543 - 543 498 Assault

543: Chapter 498 Assault 543: Chapter 498 Assault Huang Qiangmin helped Jiang Yuan put on a bulletproof vest, tightening it vigorously and adding two bulletproof plates before equipping him with an anti-explosion arm guard and cut-resistant collar.

Then, slapping him heavily, he said, “Be sharp, and remember, you’re not meant to lead the charge.

Don’t forget, you wear the grey epaulets.”

“I know, I’ll be careful.” Jiang Yuan had no intention of leading the charge either.

He patted the bulletproof plates on his body and said, “It’s okay, I heard these things can even stop an AK.”

“But what if they hit elsewhere…

spit, spit, spit.” Huang Qiangmin spat on the ground twice, then adjusted the helmet on Jiang Yuan’s head and said, “You just analyze the footprints and stay back a bit.

Don’t rush into the building, got it?”

“Got it.” Jiang Yuan didn’t find Huang Qiangmin annoying.

Honestly, he felt a bit uneasy himself.

As they say, bullets don’t have eyes and no matter how skilled he was, he couldn’t stop a bullet.

Huang Qiangmin turned to insert bulletproof plates for Mu Zhiyang and instructed, “Protect Jiang Yuan well, understand?

Finishing the mission is important, but Jiang Yuan’s safety is more important.

If you encounter an unclear enemy situation, don’t foolishly rush forward.

We’ve got everyone surrounded; it’s just a matter of catching them sooner or later.

Don’t trade your life for a bit of time.”

“Understood,” Mu Zhiyang said solemnly.

“As long as I’m here, I won’t let Captain Jiang get hurt.”

“Don’t talk like that,” Huang Qiangmin patted Mu Zhiyang’s shoulder.

“No matter what, don’t get hurt.

I’ll commend you when we get back.”

Afterward, Huang Qiangmin fitted Jiang Yuan with cut-resistant gloves, watched Mu Zhiyang check his gun, handed him a shield, and reluctantly stepped aside.

Today’s mission was critical, with drug enforcement detectives operating with infrared cameras ahead of Jiang Yuan and Mu Zhiyang.

They accompanied them to find the right angles to film the situation inside the building.

Based on the camera footage, Jiang Yuan made judgments as best as he could and relayed them to the assault team through the walkie-talkie.

Their three-person team was relatively flexible, and having Mu Zhiyang with Jiang Yuan was already an extravagant arrangement.

The deputy director of the drug enforcement brigade was present on the front lines today; adding more protection for Jiang Yuan was unrealistic.

It sounded inappropriate to assign bodyguards to police officers.

Besides, bloated teams might not necessarily be safer.

Huang Qiangmin wanted to join in but was dissuaded by Commander Yin.

At over forty, his routine training had become infrequent, and he wasn’t even sure if he could handle twenty minutes of high-intensity activity.

Sending him to Jiang Yuan’s side would have been a nuisance.

At the command of Commander Yin, the assault team set out first.

Meanwhile, the assigned traffic and public security officers were dispatched to the streets, beginning to direct the crowd and clear vehicles.

Jiang Yuan’s squad followed closely behind the first wave of the assault team, stopping across the street from the target building.

Within the view of the infrared camera, they could already see the moving shadows.

Jiang Yuan wasn’t worried about them moving; he was worried about them staying still.

With a BUFF of +1 to his footprints identification skills, Jiang Yuan steadied the infrared camera, took a few good looks, and said, “Someone on the second floor took something heavy, probably a heavy weapon, a long gun.”

“Received,” the deputy director’s voice remained steady.

“There are people walking down from the fourth floor, likely carrying guns as well,” Jiang Yuan continued.

His words were simultaneously relayed to the temporary command center.

It was still the deputy director who responded, “Received.”

Jiang Yuan continued to watch the camera’s display closely.

In the infrared camera’s view, they could only see clumps of shadows, not even making out a complete human shape.

Firearms and other objects, if they didn’t give off heat, were also indiscernible.

If Jiang Yuan had only a Level 3 skill in footprints identification, he wouldn’t be able to come to any effective conclusions faced with such ghostly images.

But Level 5 or even Level 6 skills were a whole different story.

It’s similar to the gait recognition systems now common in airports and high-speed railway stations.

Does the system really just look at one’s gait?

Not entirely.

It’s better described as an identity recognition system centered around gait.

It determines identity based on body shape, walking posture, muscle strength, weight, center of gravity, coordination, and even the way one walks.

Similarly, the way a person walks when carrying heavy objects is definitely different from walking normally.

The gait of someone holding a gun is also different from that of someone carrying a gun on their back.

But to see them clearly, Jiang Yuan had to get close enough, and sometimes, he needed to change angles.

Bang!

Bang!

The assault team in the front opened the door with a shotgun and immediately rushed in.

“Police!”

“Hands on your head!”

“Drop your guns and you won’t be harmed!”

No matter what the police charging in were shouting, everyone tensed up.

Jiang Yuan swallowed, then glanced at the infrared camera’s external display and said, “Let’s keep moving forward.”

The computer automatically performs gait recognition, with the typical maximum range being 60 meters.

This refers to the distance from the camera to the person.

Jiang Yuan conducted gait recognition manually, which was also a stretch at this distance.

This is one area where computers outperform humans, as they can make estimations based on existing algorithms even when clarity is very low.

Jiang Yuan couldn’t do that.

He needed at least a silhouette to make judgments, and overly distorted positions wouldn’t work either; it was best if it was from the front or the back.

Mu Zhiyang hesitated for half a second, then raised his shield to continue forward.

In the past year, he had undergone several tactical trainings and could easily assess the risks of moving forward.

At this moment, if someone fled from the side, because of the obstruction of the surrounding wall, the sniper might not be able to get a clean shot, but his own team with Jiang Yuan would bear the brunt.

Despite this, Mu Zhiyang moved forward resolutely.

You can prepare as much as you want before the battle, but being on the battlefield and still hoping to keep oneself safe is the most dangerous thing.

Jiang Yuan too moved forward silently, one hand on Mu Zhiyang’s shoulder, eyes fixed on the camera’s external monitor, entrusting all safety concerns to Mu Zhiyang.

“There is a long gun on the second floor, at the stairs entrance, two people, armed,” Jiang Yuan reported quickly, then entered the building’s surrounding wall and continued to search along it.

Bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

The gunfire inside the building grew fierce, interspersed with the sound of police submachine guns.

Jiang Yuan felt he had never seen or heard such intense gunfire in all his time on the force.

Even the desperate hunters from Mount Wulong had plenty of weapons, but being just a few people, they mostly used single-shot weapons.

The drug enforcement brigade was not so polite; Jiang Yuan recalled that just the first wave of the assault team was armed with at least four submachine guns.

Unlike shotguns favored by foreigners, domestic special police preferred submachine guns for this kind of work, and in units where they were needed, a Type 79 submachine gun would have as many as 8 variants, far more exaggerated than Level 6.

Amidst the gunfire, Jiang Yuan could feel the tension at the front line.

Ahead of them were two assault teams, followed by the ready-to-strike arrest teams.

It sounded like they had plenty of people, but when facing firearms, an experienced gunman could still cause irreparable damage.

Jiang Yuan patted Mu Zhiyang on the shoulder and continued moving forward.

Over the walkie-talkie, Captain Yin’s voice came through: “Jiang Yuan, pay attention to your distance.”

“Roger that,” Jiang Yuan responded, then followed Mu Zhiyang a few more steps, stopped, and began to sweep the area in front of them with the infrared camera.

Another narcotics officer in the three-member squad started reporting positions to the rear more frequently.

This felt like having screen peeking abilities in a shooting game.

Given the domestic situation, even drug trafficking gangs were like trying to stop a vehicle with their arms relative to the police’s firepower.

However, the police were now pursuing a zero-casualty operation while eradicating the threat completely, which inevitably raised the difficulty.

Hisss…

The walkie-talkie suddenly crackled, followed by Captain Yin’s urgent voice: “Someone on the third floor is trying to jump, be alert…”

As soon as the words ended, a person fell silently about two meters in front of Mu Zhiyang.

Splat.

With a muffled sound, red, white, and yellow fluids splashed all over Mu Zhiyang’s shield.