Qin Yong looked at Lu Chuan standing in front of him, and the more he looked, the more he liked him.

Since joining the police force last June, Lu Chuan had continually surprised Qin Yong.

On his first day on the job, he captured a criminal who had been wanted for twenty-eight years.

In fact, legally speaking, most cases have a statute of limitations, usually twenty years.

For example, if a suspect attacked someone twenty years ago, causing injury, and then fled.

Twenty years later, the case might not be pursued anymore because it is too old, and even if the person is caught, it is beyond the statute of limitations and cannot be sentenced.

The reason for the existence of the statute of limitations mainly concerns the limited judicial resources.

Whether it is police resources or other judicial resources, they are limited.

And crimes don't stop occurring, so limited resources are focused on major, important, unsolved cases that are close to being solved.

Some cases that are old and not particularly vicious have statute of limitations restrictions.

But not all cases have statute of limitations.

For example, murder cases have no statute of limitations, and some major robberies, arsons, and other cases with significant impact also have no statute of limitations.

In the following half year, Lu Chuan's performance was even more impressive.

He directly participated in several murder investigations and provided crucial clues and evidence.

Last year, Haizhou City's Criminal Investigation Team outperformed Tianzhou City's team, achieving second place in the provincial annual rankings, largely thanks to Lu Chuan.

And this time...

Lu Chuan achieved another great feat!

"Lu... well done!"

Thousands of words condensed into Qin Yong's single sentence.

Li Donglin's mood was like riding a roller coaster.

Although the arrest operation was organized by Qin Yong, if something really happened, he could still distance himself from it.

But as the head of the task force, Qin Yong's arrest plan was also approved by him.

If there had been casualties during the arrest...

Putting aside his own future, how would he explain it to the families of the fallen officers?

If, if Lu Chuan didn't have a gun in his hand, or if he hadn't fired immediately, or if his aim was off...

What would have been the consequences?

Lu Chuan being shot dead by Wu Congwen?

Wu Congwen then shooting the already fallen Wang Shuai again?

Or perhaps Wu Congwen randomly firing shots at the surrounding crowd.

Back then, the alley was full of people. If there had been casualties among the public...

Li Donglin didn't even have the courage to imagine the consequences.

It can be said that Lu Chuan's precise shot saved himself, saved Qin Yong, and saved Li Donglin.

"Lu... was that shot just now... confident?"

Li Donglin meant whether Lu Chuan's shot just now was a lucky one or intentionally aimed at Wu Congwen's wrist holding the gun.

Lu Chuan nodded, confident in his basic on-site shooting skills, he really wasn't nervous about shooting: "Fifty meters distance, bullet never misses."

"Haha!"

Li Donglin laughed joyfully: "Don't fool me, once the case is settled, I'll go to the shooting range to see how your shot never misses."

Wu Congwen's capture did not mean the end of the case.

Judging by Wu Congwen's background, life, and work experience, he was definitely not the mastermind behind it all.

At most, he was just a hitman.

However, the interrogation of Wu Congwen was extremely difficult.

No matter what they asked, Wu Congwen refused to speak, saying nothing.

Whether it was about Wang Liang's wife's murder or Chen Gang's uncle or the Zhaos from Yumin Village.

Wu Congwen neither admitted nor denied anything, he'll just stall.

"I want to meet the officer who shot me that day."

Three days after being caught, Wu Congwen made his only request.

Crime Scene Investigation office.

Yang Sen stubbornly polished his thirty yuan piece of Small-leafed Padauk with a balding boar bristle brush.

This thing had now formed a patina; last week Yang Sen took a stroll around the street market.

Now it could be sold for fifty-six yuan.

The price had doubled.

Old Bai was humming an opera selection, and this time Lu Chuan understood it, it was from "Farewell My Concubine".

Although Lu Chuan was still seconded to the task force, since Li Donglin and others occupied several offices of Haizhou City's Criminal Investigation Team, conducting on-site investigations and interrogating Wu Congwen, Lu Chuan could go back to his own office.

At the moment, he was tending to the proud flamingo-lily by the window.

The green leaves were lush, the red leaves were vibrant.

The flower pistil stood firm naturally, exuding a kind of defiance.

"Lu, the team's abuzz saying your shooting was miraculous!"

When Lu Chuan fired that day, aside from Wu Congwen seeing and feeling it, Wang Shuai also saw it.

Ren Qiang upstairs also saw it.

And many detectives involved in the operation saw it too.

One shot, ten meters away, hitting right on Wu Congwen's wrist holding the gun.

It sounded easy, but only those present at the execution knew how difficult it was to perform like that in an instant, under the threat of life.

Old Bai also nodded: "When did you practice your shooting skills, kid? How come we didn't know?"

Lu Chuan put down the flamingo-lily, grinned: "In college, I was good with a pistol, and then I spent money at the private shooting range in the provincial capital to practice specifically, all kinds of guns weren't a problem."

There were no private shooting ranges in Haizhou City.

In the entire province, there were only two in the provincial capital, but the prices were particularly high.

The most ordinary 5.6mm bullet cost thirty yuan, and it got more expensive from there.

High-precision sniper rifle, one shot costs two thousand yuan.

Don't think this is expensive, a high-precision sniper rifle itself costs around three to five hundred thousand.

The manufacturing cost of a single bullet is also two to three hundred yuan.

And high-precision sniper rifles have a usage lifespan, generally very few have a lifespan exceeding one thousand shots.

Calculating according to this, adding site fees and labor costs, the cost to fire a sniper rifle bullet is about one thousand yuan.

Charging two thousand yuan per shot wasn't excessive.

However, Haizhou City has hunting grounds, using shotguns or air guns.

You could hunt free-range wild boars, rabbits, or farmed deer.

The prices weren't cheap either; hunting a deer costs ten thousand yuan.

Rabbits and such were cheaper, five hundred yuan per rabbit.

Yang Sen and Old Bai were obviously aware of the private shooting ranges in the provincial capital.

"Having money is really good."

Old Bai sincerely sighed.

Who said you can't stand out with money? Lu Chuan was proof of it.

This time, Lu Chuan turned the tide, and he was sure to be recognized.

With Old Bai's experienced judgment, a second-class merit might be in the bag.

Yang Sen sighed along: "Yes, having money is indeed good."

Saying this, he silently drew out a cigarette from his office desk, lit it, and took a deep drag.

This was indeed much stronger than Hongmei.

Liu Guodong didn't speak but silently nodded.

Lu Chuan's shot didn't just salvage an arrest operation, it safeguarded both Qin Yong's and Li Donglin's futures.

Or perhaps "safeguarded" is not quite right, because this successful apprehension also accrued them bonus points for further advancement in the future.

The leaders always favored those who don't cause trouble for them over those who are merely competent.

To say who they favored most, it wouldn't be those who don't cause trouble, but those who make them look good.

Lu Chuan, was clearly one of those who made them look good.

Ring ring ring.

As the four were chatting, the phone on Liu Guodong's desk rang.

"Hmm? He wants to see Lu Chuan?"

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