civil forensic

Chapter 1293 Bloody Game (9)

Chapter 1293 Bloody Game (9)

Jiang Yuan maintained his own frequency and checked the videos compiled from all parties.

Accompanying him to check the surveillance was a team of more than 100 people. These surveillance videos from the police on various routes, from gas stations, public toilets, repair shops and other places were complex and chaotic, and it took a lot of time just to organize the format. Everything seemed to have returned to the time before Ningtai County reorganized the surveillance system overnight.

Nicha paced back and forth anxiously. In his eyes, the future world line was full of various directions of failure.

What if the police officer watching the video missed the suspect? What if the murderer changed cars on the road? What if the murderer hid on the roadside and waited until night? What if the murderer went on a killing spree?

Nicha finds almost every kind of failure difficult to accept, and the world of success is so narrow and rare that Nicha can only keep looking at Jiang Yuan as an antidote to relieve his anxiety.

Liu Jinghui came back from a busy day and couldn't help but smile when he saw Nicha still sucking the river.

He has seen too many leaders in this state.

It has to be said that for provincial department police like Liu Jinghui, it is certainly hard work when the whole province is supporting them, and he occasionally has to bear some blame and take the blame, but as far as the police system is concerned, he cannot bear the real responsibility and the blame.

The responsibility of the territory is always the greatest. When a leader like Nicha really encounters a major case that cannot be solved or is difficult to solve, the anxiety is like waking up to find that you are taking the college entrance examination in mathematics.

Liu Jinghui stood beside Nicha for a while, watching him stare at Jiang Yuan as if he was staring at the test paper in the front row, and then deliberately said in a relaxed tone: "The other party wants to live, this is our chance."

"Hmm?" Nicha looked at Liu Jinghui.

Please explain quickly.

Liu Jinghui said: "If they are really crazy enough to kill people, there are ways to make a big mess. In the final analysis, the two of them still want to survive. As long as a person wants to survive, he will be subject to many restrictions. For example, if he wants to get to the place of escape as soon as possible, he will have no time to do other things. For example, if he wants to clean up his hands, he can't do it very obviously on the road, otherwise people will call the police and he will be gone..."

Nicha's anxiety was indeed slightly reduced after hearing this.

The reason is not difficult to understand, but given the current pressure, only people like Liu Jinghui dare to easily draw conclusions. Nicha's own men are all silent.

"They've gone too far." Nicha added, actively seeking comfort.

Liu Jinghui said: "They are reckless because they are sure they will not die, not recklessly seeking death."

"You're right." Nicha took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He felt that the future world lines in front of him suddenly became much smaller.

Clap clap clap.

The sounds of keyboard typing and mouse clicking in the room seemed to grow louder.

Immediately afterwards, without anyone giving any orders, several people quickly stood up and started moving.

When Nicha looked over again, he saw Jiang Yuan already operating the computer himself, and several technicians around him were cooperating with him.

"Any news?" Nicha stepped forward quickly.

"We found a video from a roadside vending machine. The suspect was wrapped up completely..." A local technician said excitedly, "It's so hot, no one would wear a hoodie, a mask, or sunglasses when buying things... We were worried that it was another fugitive, but Jiang Shen judged from the back that it was Steva with a certain probability."

Nicha shuddered all over, and the back of his neck began to sweat instantly. He asked, "What is the probability? Have you seen the car?"

"We are looking for it. There is no car in the sight of this vending machine. Jiang Shen is looking for nearby surveillance videos." The local technician was also nervous and said, "Jiang Shen is still doing image enhancement. If we can confirm it, we will search for the direction of the vehicle next."

As he was speaking, Jiang Yuan in front of him was seen giving orders in Indonesian to the senior police officer on standby nearby.

Nicha had already delegated his authority to other departments. In addition to the police officers responsible for blocking the main roads, there were also a large number of vehicles and police officers patrolling. The cost of dispatching personnel and overtime pay were no longer within Nicha's consideration.

It can be said that Nicha’s needs have been well integrated with Xu Taining’s plan. As for the current situation, Nicha does not feel the pain of burning funds at all, and he simply cannot take care of it.

The police officer at the scene responded loudly, and the voice reached Nicha's ears, making his expression slightly ease.

Jiang Yuan only cared about Nicha at this time, and turned around to correct him: "Through the video on the vending machine and judging from the footprints, it is basically confirmed that it is Steva."

"Yes, yes, yes, there is definitely no problem with the identification of God Jiang's footprints." Nicha slapped his forehead, as if he suddenly realized something.

"I will now ask them to continue checking the relevant surveillance to see how to determine the suspect's vehicle information." Jiang Yuan went on to explain his previous order.

Nicha understood immediately and nodded. It would be best if the suspect did not change the car, otherwise there would be no news at all.

Everyone continued to work hard to get an angle from which they could see the vehicle.

Ten minutes passed in a blink of an eye.

Jiang Yuan finally found the stolen car from a surveillance camera 5 kilometers ahead. In the video footage, the two suspects could still be barely seen. After another wave of image enhancement - 5 minutes after Jiang Yuan, the faces of Kadar Steva and Ismail reappeared in front of everyone.

"We can withdraw personnel from other lines now." Jiang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, even though they found Steva's clue a quarter of an hour ago, they were only now 100% sure that the two of them took this route.

Only when there is sufficient evidence can the teams deployed in other directions withdraw, otherwise the risk will be too great.

Nicha and several senior police officers rushed forward, giving orders and checking the evidence.

"They are going to Bincheng." Several people took a quick look, and some came to the conclusion without even looking at the map.

Liu Jinghui nodded beside him.

Nicha said: "We have a blockade in front of Bincheng. Let the blockade report the situation... By the way, what time is it here? They are at the vending machine."

"We are about two hours behind, but from the surveillance video found in the back, they were not driving fast and even took a break in the middle. The driver was Ismail, a tall man. He probably has never learned to drive and does not have a driver's license." Without Jiang Yuan's help, the local police officer next to them actively reported.

Nicha still looked at Jiang Yuan.

"That's right." Jiang Yuan nodded, and then said: "We follow this road upwards, they can't escape."

"Send more people over." Nicha called back the people from other routes, and now he had abundant resources in his hands.

……

woo woo woo woo……

The sound of a helicopter came from a distance and then flew away.

buzzing...

Another helicopter flew over.

Kadar was annoyed by the noise of the helicopter. He slammed the table and asked, "Do planes usually fly over here?"

"Very rarely." The girl, who was only twelve or thirteen years old, stood in front of the stove helping to cook, her heart full of fear and anxiety.

"Occasionally." The hostess who was hit on the head by the crowbar subconsciously stirred the water. She had a severe headache, but she was still alive and didn't want to die.

"This situation is not right." Kadar rubbed his head and scratched it anxiously.

"What's wrong?" Ismail didn't take it seriously and just kept showing off his fried eggs.

They had enough food these days, but it was not easy to eat well.

Kadar was no longer able to care about this. He stood up with a crowbar in his hand, holding the gun in one hand, and walked around the room anxiously.

Buzz...it's the sound of a helicopter flying by again.

"Something's wrong. How could there be so many helicopters? This isn't a major traffic artery, and there's no need for helicopters. We haven't seen any helicopters along the way..." Kadar said as he moved closer to the window.

boom!

A bullet spun and penetrated Kadar's forehead.

All calculations, all choices, all luck, all things that one does not understand but pursues with all one's heart, all go away.

Boom!

The front and back doors of the room were both smashed open by the door-crashers.

At the same time, the sound of a helicopter rappelling could be heard from the roof.

"police!"

"police!"

The police officers who entered the room shouted at the top of their lungs.

Ismail, who was still alive, raised his hands, at a loss. In his mind, the words of Carda emerged: "It's just a game, what are you afraid of?"

Ismail turned to look for Kadar and saw a piece of broken skull falling to the ground.

"Have you finished the fight?"

Another group of people came in.

The leading reporter was shaking with excitement, and kept shouting, "Take a picture, take a picture, have you taken a picture?"