National Forensic Doctor-Chapter 908 - 846: Capturing Someone

When over a dozen criminal investigators returned to the residence labeled number 301 of Li Zhaoxin, the atmosphere had already shifted dramatically.

Not only Mu Zhiyang, but several young criminal investigators had also donned stab-resistant vests brought over by their colleagues in haste. They were in the front lines with the leadership of the support team, the moment to show courage and take the lead. There was no need for words of caution; by this point, there was no room for retreat.

If you wanted to play it safe... the fair-weather second-generation couldn’t even get close to the leadership, and the other young detectives didn’t need any motivating at this stage.

"Surround the area and secure a few intersections nearby," Yu Wenshu personally commanded, adding an implied directive without stating it explicitly.

One extra word would mean needing an additional team of officers, so sometimes, the big leaders need to be a bit tougher.

"Jiang Yuan, you’re with me," Yu Wenshu said, fearing Jiang Yuan would rush forward and volunteer for the most dangerous tasks. If he really went ahead, it would be difficult for Yu Wenshu to pull him back, so he held onto his arm now, keeping him at the rear.

"Chief Yu, put on some gear." Another officer arrived panting, delivering several more stab-resistant vests and bulletproof vests.

"No rush, let the guys up front wear them first. I’ll put one on when the gear arrives," Yu Wenshu said while handing one to Jiang Yuan, "You wear one first."

Ordinary prostitution rings generally don’t have firearms; after all, they conduct business openly and firearms are hard to obtain, useless, and too easily stolen by the girls to cause trouble. So, the people in the back like Yu Wenshu would not be in much danger whether they wore bulletproof vests or not. But Yu Wenshu wanted to treat Jiang Yuan differently, to express a sincere favoritism.

Changyang City cannot compare with Beijing bureaus, but we have genuine emotions and persistent love!

Yu Wenshu gazed at Jiang Yuan with heartfelt intensity.

"Thank you, Chief Yu." What else could Jiang Yuan say? He could only don the bulletproof vest that Yu Wenshu gave him.

Soon, another police car arrived, the trunk opened to reveal even more stab-resistant vests and bulletproof vests, equipping Yu Wenshu and the others fully.

After a few more questions on the radio, confirming that the squad cars and officers at the checkpoints were in position, Yu Wenshu gestured downwards with a forceful press of his hand, decisively commanding, "Move out!"

The accompanying publicity officer immediately turned the camera, with its red light flashing, towards the entrance.

Thump thump thump.

Two officers approached to knock on the door and then stepped back two paces, leaving a gap.

It wasn’t certain to Yu Wenshu and his team that Li Zhaoxin of residence 301 was the perpetrator of this case, but judging only from the cellphone numbers and information gathered from inquiries, there was a high likelihood of him running a prostitution operation.

This was different from dealing with ordinary suspects.

If he was a suspect, even deploying a helicopter by the police to catch him would be their own choice.

Li Zhaoxin quickly opened the door, and upon seeing the heavily armed police outside, fell into confusion once more.

"What are you here for?" Li Zhaoxin tried to speak again.

The officers at the door only needed to ensure he was not holding a gun in his hand, and there were no long gun barrels protruding from the second floor, to ignore him further.

The two at the entrance flanked him on both sides, pressing Li Zhaoxin against the wall to clear the doorway, asking, "How many people are inside the house? Tell the truth!"

Li Zhaoxin swallowed, attempting one final resistance: "You can’t enter without a warrant, do you have one?"

"Haven’t been struck down before, have you?" one of the young detectives flanking him said, as opposed to the old veterans. Within specialized case teams, all were experienced officers who could intimidate Li Zhaoxin into compliance with just a look, adding, "We received a tip-off from the public. You are suspected of organizing prostitution; cooperate well for it could help reduce your sentence going forward."

The other young investigator grimly added, "Organizing prostitution carries a sentence of five to ten years, and in severe cases even life imprisonment. If your people inside hurt a police officer, you can kiss your life goodbye, understand?"

Using a threatening yet persuasive tone, the detective first applied full pressure, then offered a bit of compassion—a style that involved applying a three-pronged approach with one opening.

When detectives operate outside, this is how they conduct themselves, especially when apprehending criminal suspects. Officers have to consider not only the possibility of resistance but also the risk of suspects injuring themselves or even dying.

Death need not be mentioned. Here, any fatality warrants thorough scrutiny, and even self-inflicted injuries make writing reports an utter dread. Moreover, dealing with injured criminals at the hospital is all on the police; they can’t just let the suspect run free, and doctors and nurses aren’t expected to assist. Suffering through that out of filial duty is much more than for one’s own father or mother.

Therefore, when detectives arrest someone, speed is required in action, and in speech, one must encircle while leaving an opening.

Li Zhaoxin was clamped tightly by two criminal police officers, running was no longer an option. Overwhelmed by immense fear, he was forced to give the situation more thought and whispered softly, "Then I’ll shout out, my brother is inside."

"There’s a suspect in the room, Li Zhaoxin’s brother," the criminal police officer who had acquired the information turned around and bellowed himself before turning back and asking, "Who else is there? How many people in total?"

"That’s it, really, that’s it," Li Zhaoxin said.

"What about the girls? The clients?"

"We don’t do that here. We provide outcall service, delivering people to the hotels specified by the clients. We never go to private residences."

"So what is this place for? What are the roles of each of you here?"

"Just my two brothers and me." Li Zhaoxin, seeing so many police officers flooding in, had lost the will to resist and instead argued, "We’re actually saving fallen women here. Some girls come from poor families and can’t earn money, they have nowhere to live, nothing to eat, so we ask if they’re willing, then let them stay here for a while, just like a shelter abroad. We don’t charge them, and if they’re willing to work in a factory, we agree and support that too, with no coercion."

The criminal police holding him immediately caught on, "So you create a family-like environment for these love-deprived girls, getting them to blend in, then, watching how the other ’sisters’ live in luxury and wear gold and silver, you tempt them into prostitution, right?"

Li Zhaoxin gave an embarrassed chuckle, "Working in a factory is hard; you get just over 3000 yuan for 10 hours a day, and it takes 12 hours to earn 4000 yuan. Only by working weekends without break can you make 5000 yuan. With this sort of labor, workers come back too exhausted to even think about playing with their smartphones, while earning so much less... right, it’s also a personal choice."

"Where did your other brother go?" The criminal police didn’t miss a beat.

Li Zhaoxin, thinking he had some new invention, was actually still following the most traditional procuress model, so-called coercion and temptation, one step short of outright forcing them.

At this point, it wasn’t known whether Li Zhaoxin used violent means, but that was something that could be verified by asking the involved prostitutes; it didn’t need to be confirmed right now.

Li Zhaoxin whispered, "He’s taking someone there."

"Where?"

"To the previous express hotel."

"Name?"

"Hanting, the Hanting Changyang High-Speed Railway East Station Store."

"Alright, call out to your brother. I’ll remind you first, the officers up front are all armed, and all the roads at the nearby village entrance are blocked by police cars. There’s no escape." After saying that, the criminal police loosened their grip on Li Zhaoxin a bit and took off their left-hand glove to hold in their right hand, prepared to muzzle Li Zhaoxin at any moment.

"Got it," Li Zhaoxin cleared his throat and then shouted loudly, "Third bro, the cops got me, there’s a lot of them, there’s no running away. Surrender, man. Do some time and you’ll be out, no worries!"

On the third floor, a shadow flitted past.

"Bro, are you alright?" The person inside shouted through the window.

Li Zhaoxin: "I’m fine, alright physically, no injuries. That’s it, we’ve had our fun..."

Third Bro, through the window: "Bro, I got it..."

Bang!

Thunk!

Two SWAT officers rappelled from the rooftop, smashed through the window, and directly kicked Third Bro to the ground.

Meanwhile, Mu Zhiyang and others also kicked down the door of the third-floor room and rushed in.

The police were mainly there to confirm the number of people and their positions; they weren’t really planning to wait for Third Bro to surrender. With so many police officers arriving, many of whom had trained hard for years with no opportunity to shine, they only regretted that the stage was too small, the opponents unarmed—none of them afraid of an unarmed struggle.

"Are you hurt?" Li Zhaoxin shouted again before being pushed down.

"That village doctor at the village entrance, Li Yanmin, is he your client?" Squad leader Ma Jiyang stepped forward at that moment and asked the critical question.

Li Zhaoxin paused, his eyes betraying complete panic.