The agent replied: "I didn't say anything. I just received the notice and we were just asked to go there immediately."
After hearing this, Du Bin said "Hmm" with his nose, and got into the car without saying anything. Wang Dasheng did the same. After giving a few quick instructions to his men, he got directly into the car.
They are not like the gunmen of the Security Bureau who have to pay attention to their speed when retreating. Just drive fast all the way. So it didn't take long to arrive at Nantong.
The scene has been controlled by patrols. A blockade was put up around the perimeter, and there were soldiers on patrol holding hands. However, it is naturally impossible to stop the car from the secret service headquarters. After looking at everyone's IDs, they were let through directly.
After the car stopped, Du Bin got out of the car and walked to the place where the most dead people were. This is where the agents of the Security Bureau shot and killed the row of pseudo-government police officers.
There are already evidence collectors here, searching everywhere, and there are also forensic officers with cameras taking pictures of the corpse. Du Bin came up and asked, "What's going on?"
"Click!" A forensics officer who pressed the shutter stopped what he was doing and looked over. Although Du Bin did not reveal his identity, if he could enter the blockade, he must be one of his own. In addition, Wang Dasheng and Yi Qian's men had already followed, standing behind Du Bin, vaguely surrounding him, and they looked like they were officers at first glance.
So the forensic officer said: "Thirteen people died, about twenty minutes ago. Someone heard shooting at that time, and then waited for a few more minutes to make sure there was no danger before calling the police. There happened to be a team The patrol was nearby and was dispatched. Sir, you just arrived, right?...That's right. This happened a little more than twenty minutes before you arrived."
Du Bin nodded and said, "So...where are the witnesses around here? Are there any?"
Hearing this, the forensic officer pointed to the edge of the cordon on the left and said, "Where is it!" Sure enough, there was a young man there, and next to him there was a patrol team member who was asking something.
Seeing this, Du Bin glanced at Wang Dasheng, who immediately understood and turned around to walk towards. Dubin then asked: "It was shot at close range, with a submachine gun? Right?"
"Yes." The forensics officer said: "From the warheads and shell casings we found, as well as the comparison of the injuries on the bodies of the police officers who were shot, we initially suspect that it should be an American-style Thompson submachine gun."
"Okay, you can be busy." Du Bin replied, then carefully walked to the body and looked at it carefully. Sometimes he glanced back and forth, as if he was comparing corpses. Sometimes he would even stand next to the corpse, stretching his arms like a traffic policeman to observe something.
Dupin's behavior was very strange. Finally, after looking around at the corpse, he stopped and walked towards the middle.
He stopped on the right side of the avenue, even squatted down, and looked carefully at the ground where there seemed to be nothing. Finally, he seemed to have discovered something, and turned around and said: "Here comes a man who knows cars!"
Over there, Wang Dasheng heard his shout, stopped asking, and glanced at one of the short men. The latter immediately turned around, ran forward, came to Du Bin's side, and said: "Director."
"Come and take a look." Du Bin said, "With these wheel marks, can you tell what kind of car it is?" After that, he didn't care about anything else, but started looking for it on the ground again.
This short man lowered his head after hearing this, then stretched out his hand to measure it. He turned to look at Du Bin and said, "Director, this is the Ford 1930 or 1939 of the Midea family."
Du Bin didn't look at him, he was still searching the ground, and asked: "Are you sure?"
Hearing this, the short man immediately replied: "That's right. The tires of the Ford 1930 and the 1939 that I mentioned are the same. They are 18 centimeters wide, and the pattern is small zigzag on both sides. There are two lines in total. In the middle is the same pattern of the front and back English V characters, that’s right.”
"Yeah." Dubin agreed, pointed to another tire mark on his ground, and said, "Then come over and take a look at this."
"Yes." The short man arrived immediately. Sure enough, there was a rut on the ground, but the surrounding area had been covered by footprints, leaving only a short section. He lowered his head and looked down. He opened his hand to measure it a few times and said, "Buick, it has a herringbone anti-skid pattern. Judging from the wear and tear on the tires... it should be a 70% new car."
Du Bin walked around again and said: "It's a pity that amateurs are amateurs. They can't even protect the scene. There are only so many traces."
The short man glanced at the patrol team on guard outside and said: "Well, it seems that they must have been watched to a certain extent. The patrol team is responsible for public security, and they didn't pay attention to protecting the traces on the ground when they came here. They just drove them away. There was a crowd of people, and they even checked everywhere. Therefore, all the traces on the ground have been covered."
Du Bin surrounded the roadblock that blocked the horse, looked down and said, "No drag, it was moved away. It seems that they left the city." Then he turned around and came to the vicinity of his car and said: " Ask Director Wang if he's finished, let's chase for a while first, there are few people and cars outside the city, maybe we can still catch up by following the traces. Hurry!"
The short man agreed, immediately called Wang Dasheng and the people from the secret service headquarters, and got into the car again. Drive directly out of the city.
However, after driving for about ten minutes, they arrived at an intersection, and the convoy had to stop on the side of the road. Dubin stretched out a hand from the car window and waved forward.
The short man immediately got out of the car behind him and ran to the fork in front of the road. He carefully explored the ground, pointed to the road on the right, and said: "Zhongshan is heading south, which may be the way to get off the horse." Went to the Fang area!"
Following him, he immediately returned to the car, and the pursuing convoy immediately started driving again and turned into the fork on the right.
In this way, Du Bin and others continued to pursue Xiamafang, and the traces were somewhat less obvious. Although the Xiamafang area is basically all dirt roads, there is no hard surface like asphalt roads, and it is easier to leave ruts. But the wind in the suburbs almost always blows. Although the wind is not strong today, if it blows like this, the traces of the car passing by on the road will probably be blown away in a short time.
Du Bin got out of the car and searched for a long time before confirming the path again. They drove half a mile in, and finally, they, the agents of the puppet government, found the two abandoned cars in the woods next to a trail.
