The Bourne Counterattack

Chapter 276 Steel Plate
This place is very close to the patrol house on Sima Road. After hearing the gunshots, the patrol officer on duty quickly rushed out of the patrol house.

five minutes.

Arrive at the scene in five minutes.

The leader is a British detective, who should be on duty in the patrol room tonight.

When he saw the scene of casualties in front of him, he was so frightened that he stood on the spot. He knew Cheng Mo. He often came to the Fourth Avenue to catch the house, and they had clinked glasses and drank together at the Xian Lesi Ballroom.

"Detective Edgar, my wife and I came home from the hospital. When we drove to the corner, these gunmen suddenly rushed out and shot at my wife and me. Fortunately, I reacted quickly and fired back, and then I hid. After the disaster, my wife was so scared that she didn't dare to move in the car." Cheng Mo held the gun, his face as gloomy as water.

"Cheng, you killed all these gunmen?" Edgar couldn't help but gasped after looking at the scene.

"Three are dead, and there should be two left alive. The case happened in your Jingfang neighborhood. I leave it to you." Cheng Mo nodded and said.

"Oh, okay, okay..." Edgar nodded subconsciously. His brain hadn't recovered from the shock, and he hadn't realized how troublesome it would be for him to take on this case.

The uniformed patrol detective came forward and began to check the life and death of the gunman. He found that there were actually two people alive. One was hit by Cheng Mo and vomited blood, and was hit in the thigh again. He lost blood and passed out.

Cheng Mo's car is definitely not drivable anymore. The glass is broken all over the floor and there are bullet holes. It needs major repairs, and even if it is repaired, it won't be as good as the original one.

"Of course, whoever wants to kill you is my enemy, Lu Liankui." Lu Liankui said without any hesitation.

"The case I just handled offended the Japanese. This assassination was probably done by the Japanese." Cheng Mo laughed.

The scene was under control. Fortunately, it was late at night and no one was watching the excitement. Otherwise, there would have been countless people watching.

The man who was hit by a bullet in the thigh was also sent to the emergency room. The bullet in the thigh also had to be removed, otherwise it might be fatal.

With that said, he was about to call and prepare to shake people.

"Does that mean I'm going to have trouble with them?" Cheng Mo took out a cigarette and tapped it gently on his hand, "How dare I refuse to do it when the British give the order?"

"Who is it? Who dares to dare to assassinate my brother Cheng in the street? I will dig three feet into the ground for you to find him." Lu Liankui shouted as soon as he walked in. He was filled with extraordinary indignation.

Cheng Mo stretched out his hand and held him down: "Okay, Lao Lu, do you think anyone who dares to assassinate a patrolman on the street is an ordinary person? Don't get involved in this matter."

"What do you mean, am I the kind of person who doesn't show brotherly loyalty?"

The case occurred in the jurisdiction of the Sima Road Police Station. Lu Liankui, the Chinese Criminal Inspector General, received the news immediately and quickly drove to the Sima Road Police Station.

"Do you really want to help me find the person who killed me?" Cheng Mo let go and asked with a smile.

Jiren Hospital is nearby, so what are you waiting for? We will take you directly to the operating room of the hospital.

The other was shot through the chest by a bullet. It was judged that the lungs were injured. He was still breathing. As long as he was operated on in time, he would have no problem surviving.

What's more, he was hit, and he didn't know if any of his organs were injured. Maybe he was in more danger than the one whose lungs were penetrated.

Whether you continue to use it or sell it directly as scrap metal, you have to wait until the case is settled, or you have to wait until you have money to replace it with a bulletproof one.

When Lu Liankui heard this, he trembled with fright and his face changed: "Brother, what are you doing wrong? Why do you have to fight against the Japanese?"

"You can't find a way to push it away. If you can't push it away, you can hide!"

"Everything has its own gains and losses. If I want to be in a higher position, I will naturally do something. Otherwise, where do you think I, the detective, come from?" Cheng Mo said, "Besides, even if I don't want to offend the Japanese, that's still up to me. ?”

"But now you have offended the Japanese. With their way of doing things, they will definitely not let you go." Lu Liankui said. "Brother Lu, it's not too late for you to draw a clear line with me now!"

"Fart, am I, Lu Liankui, the kind of person who doesn't respect brotherhood?" Lu Liankui asked, "Is there no room for relaxation between you two?"

"I don't know, maybe there is." Cheng Mo lit the cigarette in his hand, took a puff, and said.

"There must be a way. You just offended the Japanese, but you didn't kill him..." Lu Liankui's voice stopped abruptly.

Cheng Mo glanced at him and smiled.

"There weren't any Japanese among the gunmen you killed, right?"

"I don't know. Now three are dead and two are injured. The dead one has been sent for autopsy. The injured one is still in the operating room of Jiren Hospital. I don't know if he will survive." Cheng Mo hesitated.

"Hey, what is this?"

"Cheng, please come over and take notes." Edgar's voice sounded.

"Why, my own people still need to take notes?" Lu Liankui asked in confusion.

"I'm a patrol officer, but I'm also a victim and a party involved. Writing notes is a procedure." Cheng Mo didn't think there was anything wrong.

They asked Su Mo'er first, and then it was their turn.

Su Mo'er was also frightened. This scene was even more terrifying than when she was on the Zhabei battlefield under heavy artillery fire. She was really only one step away from death.

"Are you okay, Mo'er? You drink some hot water first and take a rest. I'll be fine soon." Cheng Mo reassured.

Enter the questioning room.

"Cheng, let's ask you a few questions. You can briefly describe the process of the attack." Edgar said.

"Okay, Inspector Edgar, you can ask."

"When did you and your wife leave the hospital?"

"It was probably around 8:20. I didn't pay attention to the specifics. I got into the car with my wife, and she sat in the back seat. I started the car and was about to go home. Not long after we left the hospital gate, I drove the car. When the car was about to turn left, a man suddenly rushed towards the front of the car. I realized something was wrong and immediately warned my wife and asked her to lie down. Then I saw the other person pull out a gun and shoot. At this time, I Only then did I see from the reflection of the glass that there was not only one of them, but at least four of them..."

One person versus five people, not only killed three of the opponents, but also seriously injured two. What kind of combat power is this?

Edgar wanted to deny it, but judging from the facts at the scene, it was like this. Cheng Mo fired five shots before and after. He only had six rounds of ammunition in his carry-on gun, and there was one round left. None of the shots missed.

Although it was a close range shot, it was too powerful.

In that situation, surrounded by five people and five guns, Edgar asked himself whether he could hold on until the patrol arrived at the scene.

The on-site trace inspection was exactly the same as what Cheng Mo described. As an old detective, Edgar still had this ability.

Such people are terrible.

No wonder when he heard that Cheng Mo had received a medal from the British Hong Kong authorities at the special training camp in Hong Kong, he thought he was bragging, but the truth turned out to be even more exaggerated.

These gunmen are unlucky enough. When they encounter such a "god of murder", they will be kicked into the iron plate, no, they will be hit by the steel plate.

(End of this chapter)