Because of this incident, Director Zhang contacted all police stations and sub-stations to continue their door-to-door investigations, hoping to find the dangerous items before they were mailed to certain individuals, thus preventing dangerous incidents. This time, both the second and third criminal investigation teams were dispatched, and a large number of police forces were sent from the provincial department. Fuming City was immediately placed under a state of high alert.
My uncle told me that Du Yuting would definitely not be able to hold back at this time, and it was only a matter of time before they were found.
I hoped so too. A few days later, the second criminal investigation team found another dangerous weapon, this time a stun baton. The third criminal investigation team found a submachine gun a day later.
"Damn it! They even have a submachine gun. Du Yuting, what on earth are you doing?" Seeing the evidence in front of him, my uncle angrily punched the table!
"This kind of Browning is used by the organization!"
"He Sheng, you mean Du Yuting has really joined Polaris?"
"Exactly. This gun is their symbol. If there are many more, it will be troublesome. Some people might even get the idea of robbing banks. After all, this is not a pistol, but a submachine gun!"
"Scoundrel! Things are getting more and more serious!" my uncle gritted his teeth.
We were discussing this in the office when an incident report came through the alarm. It was a notification for us to respond to the Fuming City North Feng Bank. My uncle and I didn't hesitate and immediately called the Punishment for Sin team and headed to the bank.
My uncle said to me in the car, "You're really a jinx this time. Someone is robbing a bank!"
"I didn't want to, it's just too much luck!"
"Hmph, you really have Conan's attribute. Basically, any case you mention happens, and wherever you go, there will be trouble!"
"Uh, people at the police station say the same thing. Oh, right, Director Zhang recently expressed interest in having me develop at the provincial department. What do you think?"
"Expressed interest? That means he's been wanting to invite you over often lately?"
"You could say that. Actually, I'm a little reluctant to leave Fuming City."
"It's okay. In Guangming City, that huge city, your Punishment for Sin team can play a more significant role, right?" my uncle said expectantly.
"Do you really think so?"
"Of course. With your talent, you can do it, He Sheng!"
"I'll see then. Ultimately, we have to consider the opinions of all the members of the Punishment for Sin team!"
"Don't they all listen to you?"
When we arrived at North Feng Bank, we could hear the commotion from the bank from a distance. A large number of SWAT officers, holding shields and guns, had surrounded the bank. Captain Li Fan picked up a megaphone and shouted inside, "Robbers, you have been completely surrounded. I urge you not to offer futile resistance. It's meaningless. If you stop now, and no casualties are caused, and no money is taken, you can still get lenient treatment, otherwise..."
Before Li Fan could finish, there was a loud bang. We didn't know where the bullet came from, but a SWAT officer nearby was shot in the forehead!
The robber could have shot Li Fan at any time, but they didn't. This meant they only wanted to scare Li Fan this time.
Li Fan quickly told the SWAT officers to raise their shields and retreat. The shot SWAT officer was pulled over. Li Fan cursed, and without time to lament, my uncle, Liu Yuning, and I approached him. We asked Li Fan about the situation. He said, "There are four men in black holding guns, taking some bank employees and many customers hostage. It's rumored that they have also planted bombs near the vault!"
"Men in black? Could they be from the organization? Weren't they mailing gifts before? Now they're sending their own members directly? Planting bombs in the vault? It seems their goal is not wealth, but to destroy everything!" I muttered, though it was also possible they were deliberately disguised.
A forensic doctor examined the SWAT officer who had been shot and quickly analyzed, "These are bullets from a Browning submachine gun. The deceased was hit by five bullets!"
The sound of the bullets was very rapid just now, and everyone didn't hear clearly. I said, "This time is different. They have heavy firepower. If we attack, they will keep firing!"
"Yes, He Sheng, don't negotiate this time. Let me do it!" my uncle instructed.
"These people can't be negotiated with, right? If it were just one person, it would be better. Now we can only try to infiltrate," I explained.
My uncle hesitated for a moment, but he still picked up the megaphone and said, "Robbers in the bank, listen up. I know you're not here for money. You're here for revenge, right? But there are many innocent people in the bank. Can you release them first?"
A robber's voice came from inside the bank. It seemed he had also picked up a walkie-talkie from the bank, but the voice came from the bank's loudspeaker: "We have nothing to discuss. The bomb will explode in 10 minutes. We came here just to have a glorious moment before dying and to enjoy the feeling of being criminals. We have no hatred, no reasons!"
"Were those guns mailed to you by someone else?" my uncle asked.
"That's right. We've all been watching the news lately. We didn't expect such lucky packages to fall on us. It seems our luck is good!"
"You are courting trouble and seeking death. Isn't it good to live a good life? Why must you walk this dead end?"
"You don't know. The four of us have no way back. We previously partnered to start a factory, but it failed miserably. Each of us now owes hundreds of thousands. It's hard to pay it back with our situation. Our families are being pursued for debt. To spare them trouble, we want to end ourselves quickly! Doesn't the law stipulate now? No debt of father to son, etc. As long as we die, everything will be over!" At this moment, another voice, sounding older, came over.
"I think you are all adults. Do you think escaping is facing reality? Can death really solve everything? Have you thought about your families, and those who miss you? If you die, they will suffer even more!"
My uncle saying this was better than not saying it. As soon as he did, a mocking voice from inside laughed loudly and retorted, "Don't try to appeal to my emotions anymore. Many people have said these words to me before. In fact, the four of us are all orphans. We have no relatives, no partners, and we're just living a miserable life. It doesn't matter if we die!"
My uncle changed his approach. "But there are so many bank staff and so many innocent hostages. They were taken hostage without knowing what was happening. Do you think you won't be punished in hell for doing this?"