Reborn Cat Sheriff

Chapter 93 Gun

Under Lin Ge's horrified gaze, Zhao Liang pulled out a pistol.

It's a little bigger than the palm of your hand and looks like a toy. But just looking at its metal structure and complete barrel, trigger grip, and magazine, Ringo couldn't possibly consider it a toy.

To be honest, it's not particularly surprising that Zhao Liang had a gun. After all, he's a drug dealer, ruthless and driven to ruin. Given the strictness of drug enforcement in China, desperate criminals who refuse to sit idly by will always find ways to acquire something for self-defense.

Lin Ge didn't know where Zhao Liang got the thing from, or whether it was homemade, so he cautiously took a step back.

Keep a close eye on Zhao Liang's movements, ready to react at any time.

"If it's just a pistol... I should be able to dodge it, right? With a cat's reflexes."

Lin Ge muttered to himself.

The staff member standing not far from Zhao Liang was completely dumbfounded. What did he see? He saw a guy pull a pistol out of his pocket?
When he saw Zhao Liang skillfully load the gun, he shuddered and quickly backed away.

"If you dare to move, I'll kill you!"

Without hesitation, Zhao Liang pointed his gun at the man.

The staff member quickly raised his hands, wanting to surrender but hesitating. In the end, he could only spread his ten fingers and place them on his sides, not daring to move.

His legs trembled as he watched Zhao Liang walk up to him and grab him by the neck.

"Spare...spare my life..."

"Zhao Liang!"

Zhang Yong's voice came from not far away; he led a group of police officers to the scene.

Lin Ge wasn't upset that these guys were late; after all, only three or four minutes had passed between him and Zhang Yong separating and him kicking Zhao Liang off the train. Zhang Yong's quick arrival was already quite timely.

"gun?"

Zhang Yong, who was rushing over, suddenly saw the weapon in Zhao Liang's hand. He stopped in his tracks and waved to stop the people behind him.

Looking at Zhao Liang, then at the hostage, and then at the cat lying on the ground in a guarded posture, Zhang Yongqiang forced himself to calm down: "Zhao Liang, what do you want to do? Put down the gun, let's talk this out! Think it through, resisting will only lead to a bad end!"

"A good ending?"

Zhao Liang sneered, released the hostage's neck, and then pulled him close with a jerk. "Do you think I'm stupid? You stinking cop! With the things I've done, even if I surrender and get a reduced sentence, I'm still 100% going to get shot, right?"

With a gun pressed against the hostage's back, Zhao Liang said disdainfully, "Since that's the case, why shouldn't I resist? I'm going to die anyway, so I might as well take a few people with me!"

Seeing the other police officers slowly disperse and surround him from other directions, Zhao Liang slowly retreated while dragging the hostage: "By the way, let me introduce you to the good stuff I have! S-type P220s, German-made! I spent a fortune to get them from Cambodia! This isn't some cheap knock-off from a small workshop, it's a real killer! If any of you want to get shot, come closer! Don't blame me for not warning you, bullets don't have eyes!"

"Is the P220 made by a Swiss company?"

A policeman hiding in the stairwell suddenly popped out; it was Zhao Zhigang.

No one knew what terrible luck he had to be called in by Zhang Yong to deal with this kind of thing. What surprised Lin Ge even more was that this guy was actually a gun enthusiast?
Being able to shut Zhao Liang up shows he has some skill.

'boom! '

Without hesitation, Zhao Liang pulled the trigger in the direction of the sound. After a muffled thud, the bullet hit the concrete wall, bounced off, and then splattered a large amount of debris.

All the police officers unconsciously took a step back.

Having handled guns quite often, they could tell from the sound that Zhao Liang was indeed holding a professional handgun, not a handmade iron gun.

Judging from the way he fired so recklessly, this guy probably has no intention of surrendering at all.

"Come on! Laugh at me again?"

He shoved the gun back at the hostage and sneered, "I know I can't escape. Go ahead and kill me if you dare! Heh heh, let's see how many people I can catch to pay for it! Oh, by the way, you guys don't have guns, do you?"

Seeing Zhang Yong and the others empty-handed, Zhao Liang laughed arrogantly: "Damn it, you mere local cops, daring to act tough in front of me? You don't even have a gun, what are you pretending for! Tell me to surrender, and I'll kill you first!"

Without saying a word, Zhao Liang aimed at Zhang Yong and pulled the trigger.

'boom! '

With a gunshot, Zhang Yong noticed Zhao Liang's swift movement and lunged forward. The bullet grazed his head and crashed into a train parked opposite him.

"what!"

Exclamations came from afar, and the commotion was finally noticed by pedestrians and passengers on the train.

A moment later, a commotion broke out over there.

Zhang Yong lunged forward two steps, then quickly got up before landing, sweat beading on his forehead. The current situation was arguably the worst he'd encountered in his years as a police officer, far more difficult than a brawl involving dozens of people with defiant criminals.

gun!
A taboo and dangerous term!
Guns are prohibited in China, and illegal possession of firearms is a serious crime! But just like illegal smuggling, no one can completely prevent foreign firearms from flowing into the country. It's just that due to the severity of the crackdown, even criminals won't use them for self-defense.

Committing a crime only results in a few years in prison. Getting a gun is not only useless, but it also risks adding three to seven years to the sentence. It's really not worth it.

Only a desperate criminal like Zhao Liang, involved in drugs and organized crime, would try to carry this stuff with him.

Without Zhang Yong's instructions, the police officers dispersed and sought cover, blocking Zhao Liang's escape route from all directions.

But Zhang Yong didn't dodge!

Because running away won't solve the problem!
The colleagues must have already called for help from their superiors. The most important thing now is to keep Zhao Liang calm and prevent him from harming the hostages.

Or, to use up as much ammunition as possible in his gun?

The SIG-P220 is an old weapon from the 1970s, with a maximum capacity of nine bullets!

As long as it doesn't hit a vital spot, it won't kill you!
Zhang Yong narrowed his eyes slightly, already prepared to block the gun with his body.

It wasn't that he couldn't wait for reinforcements, but Zhao Liang had hostages in his hands. And there were too many other hostages around! As time passed, these people would become more panicked, causing even more uncontrollable consequences.

Moreover, even if they call in the SWAT team for help, the most likely outcome would be that they would kill Zhao Liang in one fell swoop and end the matter once and for all.

But this... is not the result Zhang Yong wanted.

From the moment Zhao Liang pulled out his gun, Zhang Yong knew that the nature of the case had changed.

Other drug dealers didn't have guns, and the other gang members arrested before didn't have guns either, so why was Zhao Liang carrying one?
Why did he bring a gun?

Why are they allowed to carry guns?

Was he really just an ordinary member of this drug trafficking gang?

From the moment the gun appeared, many things underwent a dramatic transformation. Zhao Liang was no longer just an ordinary wanted criminal involved in drug and gambling rings; he was likely behind something far more sinister and significant!
Zhang Yong really wanted to make a contribution!
Just like how he initially wanted to transfer to the criminal investigation team, but then discovered that he could also achieve success in the police station after discovering Lin Ge's secret, he is a person who wants to do great things.

If you want to do great things, you can't be afraid of death!

Even if you want to be a criminal investigator, you can't be afraid of death!

Zhang Yong is not afraid of death.

"Fuck you!"

The police were fierce, and the criminals were timid, leaving Zhao Liang in a dilemma.

He knew he couldn't kill all the police officers in the area, so he tried to avoid using the gun whenever possible. It was merely a tool for negotiating with the police, and Zhao Liang's last remaining threat.

Zhang Yong didn't take the initiative, and he didn't dare to fire another shot.

The two then faced off.

The surrounding police officers didn't dare to breathe loudly.

We're all police officers, but in all our years as police officers, who has ever witnessed such a scene? Armed criminals and lone heroes—this is a sight we only see in movies.

Seeing that Zhang Yong didn't even have a bulletproof vest, everyone couldn't help but worry for him.

"Are you... really not afraid of death?"

Zhao Liang pointed the gun at Zhang Yong, his mouth dry as he threatened him.

“I might not die! But if you dare to fire, you’re dead! Once the gun bleeds, it will be a major case that will shock the whole country. When that happens, the government will go all out, and even if those people behind you escape abroad, they won’t escape their fate!”

Zhang Yong took out a plastic gun from his lower back, the kind used for high-voltage electric shocks.

He wasn't going to put his life on the possibility that the perpetrator would surrender, so in addition to the standoff, he also wanted to fight back.

More importantly, Zhang Yong saw a certain possibility.

As long as Zhao Liang doesn't turn back, and as long as I can hold onto his full attention, things can take a turn for the better.

Right, Mimi?
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