Veteran new police officer

At 3:26, Han Xin and Political Commissar Yun returned to their unit an hour later than expected.

Xu Haoran and Hou Wen were questioning Wang Xuejun in the reception room on the first floor. Han Xin took a look at the door and quickly went upstairs to change clothes.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they changed into casual clothes, Xu Haoran and Hou Wen ran up with the transcripts.

The detachment rarely brings people back for questioning, so Political Commissar Yun decided to come over to see what was going on.

Xu Haoran ignored the salute and said hello, handed over the transcript and said eagerly: "The political commissar, Team Han, and Wang Xuejun are not suspicious, but there must be something wrong with this Lu Zhengtong. He claimed to be from Helu County, Dongguang Province. Through inquiries, we found that Helu There is indeed a Lu Zhengtong in the county, but it is definitely not him."

"Impersonating someone else's identity?"

"100% fake!"

Hou Wen ran over and turned on the computer, pulled up the records of outsiders in Xingguangyao, checked out the registered basic information of Lu Zhengtong, and then continued the query based on his ID number.

Political Commissar Yun took Xu Haoran's cell phone, looked at the photos on the phone, and compared them with the photos of Lu Zhengtong that Hou Wen had found. He suddenly discovered that he could tell with the naked eye that they were not the same person.

"Xiao Hou, who is this Lu Zhengtong?"

"Political Commissar, take a look at this again." Hou Wen clicked the mouse and quickly typed on the keyboard to bring up the information on the wanted criminal Cai Jiasheng, which was 30% similar.

Xu Haoran said excitedly: "Political Commissar, we suspect that the man who used his identity is Cai Jiasheng. He has probably had plastic surgery and hair transplantation."

"There's no point in doubting. We have to find a way to confirm the identity."

"It's not difficult to confirm his identity. He can have plastic surgery and hair transplantation, but he can't change his fingerprints."

"Then what are you waiting for? Now it's basically confirmed that he is impersonating someone else's identity. Let's control him first and then collect fingerprints for comparison!"

"That's what we think."

Considering that Han Xin had more experience in anti-narcotics, Political Commissar Yun turned around and asked, "Xiao Han, what do you think?"

Han Xin looked at the transcript and pondered: "If everything Wang Xuejun said is true, then the fake Lu Zhengtong's social circle in Binjiang is not large. If Wang Xuejun disappears and loses contact, it will definitely arouse the fake Lu Zhengtong's vigilance and want to take a long-term bait." Big fish are unlikely.”

"Then act quickly. Do you know where he is now?"

"Reporting to the political commissar, Wang Xuejun said that 'Lu Zhengtong' is a night owl. He usually sleeps and plays games in the apartment during the day and only comes out at night."

Xu Haoran added: "We can ask Wang Xuejun to send a WeChat message to ask him what he is doing at the moment."

If the fake Lu Zhengtong is really Cai Jiasheng, then the suspect is likely to have a gun.

Han Xin weighed it up, put down the note and said, "Political Commissar, it seems we need to apply for two guns."

"No problem, two bulletproof vests by the way."

"yes!"

Political Commissar Yun still felt uneasy after thinking about it, so he turned around and said, "You guys hurry up and get ready. I'll change my clothes and go with you later."

Han Xin smiled and said: "The gun is just to be prepared, there is only one suspect, we can deal with it."

Political Commissar Yun had been to Nanyun and knew how he drilled in the old army. He reached out and patted his arm and said half-jokingly: "I'm not worried about the suspect. I'm worried that you won't be able to hold back the gun once you touch it."

"How is that possible? It's not like I've never touched a gun before."

"I'll just follow you and see the world. Stop inking and get ready quickly."

The anti-drug detachment and the operational technical detachment, also known as the technical investigation detachment, work in the same yard. Not only do they share a canteen, a reception room and a case handling area, they also share a gun storage.

Xu Haoran did not dare to waste a moment, and quickly prepared the procedures, asked political commissar Yun to sign, and then went to collect the gun with Han Xin.

Hou Wenze went downstairs to do Wang Xuejun's ideological work and asked him to send a WeChat message to the fake Lu Zhengtong later. If Zhengtong calls and asks if he is suspicious, what should he say at that time...

When everything is ready, ask Sister Jiang to go downstairs and watch Wang Xuejun with the two auxiliary police officers.

Never shoot unless absolutely necessary, otherwise it will be very troublesome.

As soon as Han Xin stuffed the shield and baton into the trunk, political commissar Yun came up to him and said, "Xiao Han, you are experienced in arresting people. Please assign a mission."

"Actually, there is nothing to arrange. When we arrived at the door of the apartment where the suspect rented, I stood guard on the right side of the security door, and Haoran followed me. Hou Wen, you stand on the left. As soon as the suspect opens the door, pull it open forcefully. , to prevent the suspect from finding something wrong and locking the door. I will rush in when the suspect opens the door, and Haoran will follow closely, trying to control him cleanly."

There is really nothing to arrange, this is normal operation, the only difference is who takes the lead.

Just as Xu Haoran was about to speak, Political Commissar Yun asked in a low voice: "What about me?"

"Political Commissar, you are responsible for the support. When we get to the door, you have to help us notify Sister Jiang and ask Wang Xuejun to send WeChat messages to the suspect."

"Okay, I'll be responsible for supporting you. With my old arms and legs, I won't argue with you young people."

"You are still young, but your arms and legs are old."

"Okay, okay, get in the car first."

…

The four people hurried to Xingguangyao. Han Xin and Xu Haoran first took the elevator to the fifteenth floor where the suspect rented and stayed there.

Political Commissar Yun and Hou Wen took auxiliary police officer Xiao Wang to the property and went straight to the monitoring room. They first checked the surveillance to confirm whether the suspect was in the apartment.

After confirming that the suspect opened the door at noon and took out a takeaway and did not go out again, the two asked auxiliary police officer Xiao Wang to keep an eye on the security guard in the monitoring room to prevent leaks, and then took the elevator to the fifteenth floor.

When Han Xin saw them coming, she opened her bag and took out her shield and baton. Xu Haoran took out his gun and followed closely behind him.

Hou Wen walked to the left side of the security door in a tacit understanding and gently held the door handle.

Seeing that the three young men were ready, Political Commissar Yun took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Sister Jiang. He then put away his mobile phone and took out a baton from Han Xin's bag on the ground.

As soon as Sister Jiang received the WeChat message, she handed Wang Xuejun's mobile phone to Wang Xuejun.

"Send him a WeChat message and tell him that you are already downstairs. It is inconvenient to park downstairs. You cannot wait too long and ask him to come downstairs quickly."

"OK."

"Send a message, what's there to be nervous about?"

Wang Xuejun was not afraid of Lu Zhengtong, but he didn't know whether he had committed the crime of covering up inadvertently. He said with a grimace: "I'm not nervous."

"Just hurry up if you're not nervous."

Sister Jiang was afraid that he was being naughty, so she kept an eye on him as he entered text, ready to snatch the phone back at any time.

At the same time, Xing Guangyao's elevator rang, and a couple talking and laughing came out.

Political Commissar Yun was well prepared and immediately showed his ID to indicate to them that there was no need to panic.

The boy was startled and was about to go back to the elevator.

Political Commissar Yun quickly waved to them to come out first and stand at the door of the fire escape.

Han Xin looked around and confirmed that Political Commissar Yun had decisively "controlled" the two uninvited guests. Then she heard movement in the room and quickly raised her baton to remind Hou Wen in front of him and Xu Haoran behind him to prepare.

The security door clicked open.

Hou Wen made a quick decision and pulled out suddenly.

The suspect was not held tightly inside and was not taken out. Instead, he asked in horror: "Who is it?"

"Police, don't move!"

Han Xin was quick to push him with her shield and pushed him onto the open kitchen counter next to the door.

Xu Haoran followed closely and grabbed the suspect's left hand.

Hou Wen followed him in, but the corridor leading to the living room and bedroom was too narrow, so he couldn't help even if he wanted to.

Han Xin originally thought that the suspect would put up a stubborn resistance, and was about to throw away the shield and control the suspect's right hand. Unexpectedly, the suspect's psychological quality was really not good, and he was so frightened that his legs became weak, and he just sat down.

She just put the baton on the stove, grabbed his right wrist, and was about to cooperate with Xu Haoran who had just taken out the handcuffs to handcuff him, when he suddenly found that the suspect's pants were so wet that he even peed.

"Now that you know you're afraid, what have you been doing?"

Xu Haoran also didn't expect the suspect to be so easy to deal with. He cuffed his hands and carried him to the messy living room, making him squat at the base of the wall.

Han Xin looked back at Political Commissar Yun who was following him, took out his ID and held it up to the suspect: "See clearly, we are the police from the Anti-Narcotics Detachment of Binjiang City Public Security Bureau. Do you know why we arrested you?"

In the past few years, Cai Jiasheng's life seemed to be good, at least there was no shortage of money, but in fact, he lived in fear. He wanted to hide when he saw the police, and he was frightened when he heard the siren. From the moment Han Xin rushed in, His psychological defense collapsed.

He was so frightened that he trembled all over and said tremblingly: "I know."

Political Commissar Yun held up the law enforcement recorder and asked, "What do you know? Raise your head and look here!"

"I know...I know this day will come sooner or later..."

"Since you know, why didn't you go to the public security organ and surrender earlier?"

"I'm afraid, I don't dare."

"What are you afraid of?"

"Afraid of being caught, afraid of being shot..."

Han Xin was not idle. She took out the interrogation terminal specially prepared for suspects, grabbed the suspect's hand, and collected fingerprints.

As soon as political commissar Yun heard that the suspect was afraid of being shot, he realized that even if he was not Cai Jiasheng, his crime would not be small. He suppressed the excitement in his heart and said while the iron was hot:

"Since you know you are afraid, you should tell the truth honestly and strive for leniency. Do you hear it or not? Do you understand it or not?"

"clear."

Seeing Hou Wen take out a pen and paper from his bag and sit in front of the coffee table to take notes, Political Commissar Yun asked sharply: "Name?"

Cai Jiasheng was caught off guard just now. Hearing the police asking for his name, he remembered that he had had hair transplants and plastic surgery. Suddenly he felt lucky again and said uneasily: "Lu Zhengtong."

Han Xin suddenly raised his head: "How long has it been and you are still talking nonsense!"

Thinking that the policeman had just asked him to take his fingerprints, Cai Jiasheng's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't dare to take any chances anymore. He said like a widower, "Cai Jiasheng."

"That's pretty much it. You don't even think about it, how could we come to arrest you if we didn't have enough evidence."

After hearing the suspect confess his true identity, Political Commissar Yun quickly calmed down and asked: "Age?"

"Twenty-nine."

"Date of birth?"

…

Cai Jiasheng's psychological defense completely collapsed and he answered all questions.

At this time, the fingerprint comparison results also came out.

Han Xin held up the interrogation terminal for Political Commissar Yun to take a look at, then put away the terminal, held the suspect's chin, looked at his face and hair, and asked curiously: "Where was Rong plastic surgery done, and where was the hair transplanted? "

Political Commissar Yun had not handled a case for many years, and had never interrogated a suspect like this. The interrogation was very enjoyable, but Han Xin interrupted him, so he could only ask him first.

Cai Jiasheng said desperately: "Thailand."

"how much did you spend?"

"More than two million."

"The plastic surgery is good, and the hair transplantation is also OK... Political Commissar, please continue to ask."

Han Xin realized that the building seemed to be crooked, so she quickly stood up, took out her gloves, put them on slowly, and began to search the room.

Political Commissar Yun really didn't know what to say to him, so he simply followed his question and asked: "When did you go to Thailand?"

"I went there when something happened at home."

"What happened at home? Be specific!"

"My hometown was being investigated by the police. I was outside and saw it on TV. I knew that sooner or later I would be investigated, so I drove to Xiguang, from Xiguang to Vietnam, and from Vietnam to Thailand."

"How did you get there?"

"Smuggling."

"Since you've already crossed over, why come back?"

"I have no money, I have to come back to get the money."

"Did you get it?"

"Got it."

"Where to get it, how much to get."

You won’t know until you go to trial, but you’ll be shocked at first trial.

The first time he fled in fear of crime, he was in a hurry and did not have time to get money from the house he rented in Yangcheng, the capital of Dongguang Province. He only took two bank cards with more than 3 million yuan in them.

After spending all the money in Thailand, I came back and withdrew more than 600,000 in cash and three bank cards using other people’s ID cards. There were actually more than 3 million in the three cards!

But thinking about when they were at their most rampant, even the children who helped take cold capsules could earn thousands a day, Political Commissar Yun felt that for drug dealers like them, having so much money was really nothing.

He was secretly regretting that no matter how much he seized, it would eventually be handed over to his colleagues in Dongguang. Han Xin suddenly asked: "Cai Jiasheng, what is this?"

Political Commissar Yun looked back and realized that Han Xin was standing on the sofa and took out a pack of white crystals from the ceiling.

"Keep...inventory."

"I'm asking what's inside?"

"Meth."

"Where did it come from?"

"Inventory, old."

"Also, where are the other inventories stored?"

"No, that's all."

"What did I tell you just now? Is it true or not?"

"It's really gone, that's all that's left."

"Political Commissar, you continue to ask, and I will search again."

Han Xin handed the drugs to Xu Haoran, took out a flashlight and then checked whether there was anything else hidden in the ceiling.

After searching the ceiling and bed, no more drugs were found, but there was an unexpected gain: a pistol was found under the mattress!

Han Xin unloaded the magazine, took out the bullets, and placed them neatly on the coffee table one by one. She turned around and asked, "Italian Beretta, this is a high-end product. Where did you buy it and how much did it cost?"

Political Commissar Yun's interrogation was interrupted again, but he was still happy to see another pistol seized. After all, it was harder to seize a real gun in Binjiang than a gram of methamphetamine.

"Did you hear that? Answer the question!"

Cai Jiasheng took a peek and said weakly: "I bought it in Thailand for more than 10,000 yuan."

Han Xin took the evidence bag from Xu Haoran, stuffed the gun into it, turned around and looked at him and said, "It's expensive. Although it's a good gun, it's not worth the price in Thailand."

Political Commissar Yun was so confused that he couldn't even laugh or cry. He immediately turned around and glared at him, and it was written on his face that you should come to the trial.