Ballistic Silence of Special Years

"Be careful with your feet!"

As soon as he entered, Bai Guang immediately reminded Li Zheng.

"Don't step on anything on the ground."

Li Zheng looked down and saw that the floor of the entire house was filled with various debris.

Not just on the floor, but on the table as well.

Anyway, I put it wherever I can.

Xue Bing squatted on the ground, sorting bits and pieces of bits and pieces collected from the explosion site, classifying them into different categories and putting them together.

Li Zheng smiled and said: "Why did you create such a big battle?"

Xue Bing said while classifying: "In China, I have special equipment and special places. Of course I don't need to be so messy. This is not to make things simpler! This is the only condition here in D country..."

After sorting the last pieces, he stood up and stretched.

"It's fatal, I won't sleep tonight."

Then he looked at Li Zheng and said, "Old Zhao, don't join in the fun. This is a waste of time. You can go and rest. I don't know what will happen tomorrow."

Li Zheng said: "I can't sleep either, so I came over to take a look."

When he said this, Xue Bing was unhappy and said to Bai Guang: "Look! Some people starve to death without food, while others eat to the point of losing weight."

Bai Guang yawned and said to Li Zheng, "How about you come and help Lao Xue for me, and I can go to sleep?"

Li Zheng said: "No problem, you go to sleep, I will help."

"Thank you!"

Bai Guang really put down what he was doing, turned around and ran away.

Xue Bing couldn't stop screaming.

When he arrived, he said to Li Zheng: "Old Zhao, you don't even look like a soldier. How can you be such a good person?"

Li Zheng said: "I am also here to learn from you."

Xue Bing said: "Intelligence collection, intelligence analysis, intelligence testing, these are all boring jobs. Do you think it's fun?"

Li Zheng lowered his head to help classify, and said: "It's boring for me to be a sniper. Do you think snipers are as cool as in the movies? Sometimes in order to ambush a person or a target, you have to wait for a moment or two at a point. God, I have to pee in my crotch."

Xue Bing laughed after hearing this: "Really?"

Li Zheng teased him: "Fake."

"Hey, hey, hey, this...don't put it there..."

Xue Bing took a fragment from Li Zheng's hand.

It was a piece of plastic stuck to a burnt piece of paper.

"Did you see it? This is a typical document fragment. Put it there -"

He pointed to a pile of debris in the corner.

"it is good."

Li Zheng took it and put this fragment together with other document fragments.

He looked at more than a dozen such fragments on the ground, and then looked at the fragments all over the house, and couldn't help but ask: "Why did you bring so many of these things back?"

Xue Bing was working with his head down and replied without raising his head: "Time is tight, what can I do? I just scan everything I see. The items on my body are the focus, but there are no corpses to see, let alone There is nothing valuable. I can only collect some DNA. These were all randomly swept back from the scene. I also found some relatively complete ones from drawers and suitcases in the house, and they are all there - "

After finishing speaking, he pointed to a relatively complete pile of documents and papers on the table.

"I'll take a look at these things on the ground after they're sorted. Burn the ones that have no value and keep the valuable ones. You're not a professional, just sort them according to my instructions. I'll do the analysis."

Xue Bing babbled, and then started to teach Li Zheng how to classify, how to judge what type of fragments they belong to, and where they should be placed...

People who engage in intelligence are very careful, and Xue Bing is no exception, so he seems a bit verbose.

The two of them worked in the room until three o'clock in the morning, and finally finished sorting the things.

Xue Bing stood up and stretched his legs and waist. Li Zheng asked him: "What should we do next?"

Xue Bing looked at Li Zheng as if he was seeing a monster: "Why don't you look tired at all?"

Li Zheng said: "When our hunters are training, sometimes we only sleep three hours a day for a week."

Xue Bing was stunned for a moment, then gave a thumbs up: "If I have the chance, I really want to go to your army and learn from you."

Li Zheng looked outside the door. The SUV in the yard was not there.

"Dapeng hasn't come back yet?"

Xue Bing said: "It's almost done. He has to find someone to send the things back. We don't have the speed here. There are still 33 hours left. The DNA must be compared during this time to verify the identity of the deceased."

The two stood at the door for a while. Xue Bing finally calmed down, so he returned to the room and started busy.

He began sifting through the sorted piles.

Squatting in front of a pile of fragments, he gestured with the fragments, connected them, looked at them for a while, and then told Li Zheng to take them to the big iron barrel in the yard outside and burn them.

After two hours, the various debris in the room became less and less, and finally only three piles remained.

"Fuck!"

Xue Bing walked out of the room, stretched his hands and feet, and rubbed his eyes tiredly, as if the previous intense analysis had made him collapse.

At this time, the courtyard door opened and Wei Dapeng drove back.

After getting out of the car, Wei Dapeng's eyes were as red as a monkey's butt.Seeing Li Zheng and Xue Bing, he stepped forward and asked, "Are you done?"

Xue Bing shook his head: "Not yet, but it's almost there. There aren't many valuable things, but I took pictures of everything that has some value. I will put them all into the computer and use software to assemble them later. As for the most complete batch, I will analyze it myself."

Wei Dapeng said: "Thank you for your hard work. The time is too tight and I dare not let you rest. Keep fighting. When you are done, take a rest. There are still thirty hours left. You should be able to take a nap after you are done."

Li Zheng saw his eyes and reminded: "Old Wei, you have to rest too, otherwise you won't be able to hold on."

Wei Dapeng said: "I don't think anything is wrong with you."

Li Zheng smiled and said, "I'm different from you."

Wei Dapeng smiled and said, "Okay, I'll take a shower first and come back to help."

After Wei Dapeng left, Xue Bing said with a grimace: "Go on, who asked me to choose such a major in the first place?"

After he finished, he said again: "Old Zhao, come here, I will teach you how to use software to assemble the fragments."

The two returned to the room. Xue Bing brought a laptop and taught Li Zheng step by step how to piece together the photos.

Li Zheng is a master's student. He has a good foundation and understands it as soon as he is taught. He has mastered the skills in less than half an hour and says he can do it.

"Really?" Xue Bing didn't believe it.

Li Zheng said: "I really know how to do it."

Xue Bing said: "Not bad. It seems that the quality of the officers in your special forces is very good."

Li Zheng said: "Of course, otherwise do you think we are all reckless men with strong limbs and simple minds?"

"Okay, let's split up and see if we can finish it before dawn."

Xue Bing went back to think about the remaining valuable information, while Li Zheng helped him, classifying the fragments that had been taken before and started to piece them together one by one.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Wei Dapeng came back from the shower, studied with Xue Bing for a while, and then fell asleep on the table, snoring like thunder.

The two of them couldn't bear to wake him up, so they could only continue to do it themselves.

The sky dawned unconsciously.

Li Zheng's work at hand is almost finished.

The value of these fragments when put together is actually not too high.

There are some things that can show identity, such as some documents, but Li Zheng believes that these are not true.

Langley's organization would never let a member of an assassination organization carry anything that had the slightest bearing on his true identity, not even a piece of paper.

Regarding this point, Li Zheng asked Xue Bing, since these things are fake, is it still necessary to put them together to restore them?
Xue Bing told Li Zheng that although the certificate was fake, clues could be seen in the production process of the certificate.

The craftsmanship of fake documents is different in each place.

Even Langley's products vary in quality.

Organizations like the "Scavengers" have a very high level of forgery of documents. The documents produced by their own country are of course flawless and exactly the same as the originals.

It's just that when making fake identities from other countries, even Langley will have certain flaws, which are just invisible to ordinary people. If you are an expert, based on the printing texture, watermark and steel seal technology, paper characteristics, etc. It can be analyzed that this person is roughly from the intelligence agency of that country.

There are even times when people from some organizations will find people locally to make local certificates. After all, Langley cannot have any template for this kind of thing. Only those who work in this industry in the local black market can make it.

The intelligence agency will also collect various samples collected over the years to create a database. If the fragments obtained during future operations can be pieced together and compared in detail, they will know where they were probably made.

Based on these clues, the person who made the certificate can be found.

People who can prepare documents well must have a certain reputation in the local area, and it is not difficult to find them.

From their mouths, we can learn who and what person made the certificates, and what other certificates were produced besides these certificates.

All details are clues.

Li Zheng listened to and memorized Xue Bing's knowledge, but what interested him most was the picture pieced together from one of the fragments.

This picture is incomplete.

There is only about half of it, and the rest is missing. It looks like a mechanical production drawing. I can’t tell what it is because it’s only half a piece.

Li Zheng simply showed it to Xue Bing.

"Old Xue, this picture looks interesting to me. What do you think it is?"

Xue Bing glanced at it and said, "It seems to be some kind of machine..."

Li Zheng said: "Is there any way to restore it?"

Xue Bing said: "Yes, but you are sure this thing is valuable. It seems to have nothing to do with tracking identity."

Li Zheng had an intuition about this thing. He found it very interesting and felt that this picture was not simple.

"Just think of it as my intuition. I think there is something in this."

Seeing his persistence, Xue Bing nodded and said: "Okay, it's easier to restore this kind of thing, just watch."

After that, he brought another computer.

Then the pictures that Li Zheng put together were input into the software, and then the database was linked to start the comparison.

"Now, as long as there are one-third of the pictures, it is easy to compare them. If it is for civilian use, you can definitely find matching pictures within 10 minutes. If it is for unpopular or military use, it may take a little longer. "

Li Zheng stared at the constantly changing and flashing patterns in the software. After looking for a while, he still couldn't find a matching picture.

Xue Bing said: "Don't worry, sit here and wait for a while. When you get the result, tell me and I will see what it is." (End of Chapter)