Military: Let you report, you can easily catch the wanted criminal

Chapter 1463 The Traitor is Locked Down

He lay on the ground in fear, with his ears perked up, listening closely to all of Jiang Fan's instructions. He had to make sure he could survive these people's inhumane shooting.

Jiang Fan said jokingly: "You are a man who knows the current situation."

Jiang Fan's shooting skills were so accurate that he didn't even need to aim at the opponent. He could just raise the gun casually and the bullet would hit the opponent's vital part that could cause death.

Nephew Ying had never seen such a scene before. He was just supported by his courage, and the only thought in his mind was to stay alive.

Now that he had calmed down, the strong smell of blood in the air was pervasive, drilling into his pores one after another.

Jiang Fan stood up calmly and said to him, "You have a good mental quality, young man."

He said this, but his eyes were cold.

Jiang Fan thought about it and decided to call Xiao Yuan.

Xiao Yuan answered the phone after two rings, but the other side of the line was filled with the sound of hurried running. He seemed to have walked to a quiet place before he said breathlessly, "Captain Jiang, you can talk now."

"Bring a few people over to collect the bodies. A few minions just attacked me, and they are in a bit of trouble now."

They've already turned into corpses, how can this be called a little difficult?

Xiao Yuan nodded and said, "Okay, I'll take people there right away."

"Should this be kept secret?"

He knew that Jiang Fan suspected that someone around them had informed on them, and judging from Miao Conghe's behavior over the past few days, it was very likely that he was the culprit.

The person involved has been very nervous these past two days. As soon as there is the slightest sign of trouble, he is the first to lean over to find out.

He always sneaked glances at Xiao Yuan with a sly look in his eyes. Xiao Yuan noticed it the first time he peeked at him. Miao Conghe thought his disguise was so good, but he didn't know that his every move was seen by Xiao Yuan.

How could he, a man who spent money and used connections to become an auxiliary police officer, get the confidence to think he could compete with retired special forces soldiers?
Jiang Fan didn't say anything on the phone, so Xiao Yuan continued, "I've also been keeping an eye on Miao Conghe these days. He should be keeping in touch with people in the temple, but we are colleagues after all, and we haven't specifically tracked his call records."

"Don't panic, let him know about this." Jiang Fan said with a smile: "We should let the people behind him know about this."

Xiao Yuan seemed to be thinking about something.

He returned to the office and slammed his phone against his palm, "Everyone, I'm out on a field trip and something went wrong again."

The series of emergencies in the past few days are more than what they have experienced in the past two or three years combined.

Some veteran police officers have been working for more than 20 years and have never come into such frequent contact with corpses.

There are also some new policemen who thought that since they had come to this remote area, they would just take advantage of the situation and fill out a report every day.

Unexpectedly, the past six months have been too smooth sailing, and these few days have been a retrograde period.

When the police first responded, everyone was discussing what had happened in the office with serious expressions. Now, they have reached a tacit understanding that as soon as Xiao Yuan opens his mouth, they know that this matter must be related to the temple again.

“How many this time?”

The policewoman asked without changing her expression.

"Four."

Xiao Yuan deliberately glanced at Miao Conghe, who lowered his head guiltily and pretended to be busy sorting out the two pieces of paper in his hand.

When on duty, Miao Conghe, who is usually very active, behaved out of character.

He said awkwardly, "Oh, I'm so sorry, I have a stomachache today, so I won't go."

A male student who had just graduated from the police academy had long been fed up with his behavior of rushing forward when good things happened and being the first to run away when encountering difficulties.

He taunted sarcastically: "Your stomach is so obedient. It hurts whenever it wants, just like its owner." Then he said the word "cheap" with his mouth.

Miao Conghe was immediately furious, his face turned red like a rotten tomato on sale in the supermarket, and he grinned, as if he was about to slap someone.

Xiao Yuan interrupted coldly: "Are you done yet? Are you going to attack a newcomer again?"

"He, he, he scolded me." Miao Conghe pointed at the new policeman with trembling fingertips.

"Ah?" Xiao Yuan raised his eyebrows, looked at the female police officer next to the new policeman who had a good relationship with him, and asked, "Is this true?"

The female police officer shook her head: "No, why didn't I hear it? Didn't I just say that his stomach was obedient?"

"I didn't hear it either. Are you too sensitive?" Xiao Yuan said deliberately.

In an instant, Miao Conghe realized that these people seemed to be playing a trick on him.

The dignity that he tried so hard to maintain completely collapsed at this moment.

And, the most terrifying thing was that he keenly noticed from Xiao Yuan's attitude that they seemed to be beginning to doubt his identity.

The thought made him shudder.

He said first: "Xiao Yuan, if you have any opinions about me, please tell me clearly first. What's wrong with someone trying to tamper with me behind my back?"

At this point, even the female police officer next to her couldn't help but roll her eyes.

He muttered quietly, "Brother, why do you have so many ideas? You have more drama than the ladies in the palace."

He looked around and felt more and more that they looked down on him.

Miao Conghe threw his hands and slammed the door shut, saying in frustration, "It's OK for others to get sick, but I just can't get sick."

The female police officer curled her lips in disgust: "Why is this person so pretentious that he is more troublesome than my period?"

She patted the new policeman comfortingly and said, "Don't bother with him. He's not a smart guy, but we're all colleagues. Usually, we should turn a blind eye to him and don't take it to heart."

"What are you guys talking about? Let's go!"

The captain shouted outside, and several people left in a hurry.

At this time, Miao Conghe had walked around the house for who knows how many times, and he was in a dilemma.

If he had to choose between the temple and the police station, there was no doubt that he would choose the police station.

This place has few people and little work, and although he is not treated well on weekdays, he has neither done any good nor done any bad, so it is a good job that can provide for his retirement.

But there are pros and cons. It is suitable for retirement, but it is absolutely impossible to make more money.

Looking at the meager salary every month, his unsteady stance soon wavered.

He knew that this matter was risky, so he left himself a backup plan. Miao Conghe was hesitating whether to hand over what he had now, perhaps he could make a contribution.

He fantasized about the future so beautifully that he couldn't help but imagine himself being awarded an award.

After figuring this out, he drove straight home.

But I didn't expect to see an uninvited guest at my doorstep.

He asked anxiously, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

But the other party said with a sly smile on his face: "You are Miao Conghe, right?"

Miao Conghe shook his head repeatedly, quickly stuffed the key into his pocket, turned around and ran away: "It's not me, you got the wrong person."