National Forensic Doctor-Chapter 915 - 853: Grab, Grab, Grab

"Captain Jiang, we’ve caught them."

Wu Junhao’s call came through, his voice tinged with the fierce zeal of a fresh steamed bun at 10:29 am, a sense that he had finally made a significant contribution.

Before him, the photographers and assistants, as well as three female influencers, shivered in bewildered fear, surrounded by a circle of bald men who had scared them out of their wits.

Never mind saying they were wearing police uniforms—if they had the chance, all five of them would want to call the police, the kind that they’d call five times over.

"Search the scene thoroughly, take everyone’s fingerprints immediately, and send them to the system," Jiang Yuan ordered while looking at the computer screen. The fingerprints he had obtained previously were so difficult to collect, like those on a fan, some taken from rounded handles—neither complete nor easy to label, relying purely on skill.

Now that the suspects were caught, things were much simpler. Press and roll a finger, and full fingerprints could be obtained, the kind that could be easily compared.

Wu Junhao and his team were all specially trained, and once they heard Jiang Yuan’s orders, they immediately acknowledged and began their search.

The order was given, and even without his direction, several members of the Bald Strike Team began rummaging through belongings.

"What are you doing? We haven’t broken any laws!" a certain unscathed female influencer shrieked.

Another influencer, who had been busted before, was more sensible and quickly pulled her aside, whispering, "Stop making a fuss, so many cops wouldn’t be here for nothing."

"If they’re not here for nothing, that’s great, my body’s quite fair," the influencer said as she twisted her body, the many years of practicing yoga coming in handy. As the female officer behind her was caught off guard, the influencer suddenly dashed out, took a deep breath, tore off her bra, and shouted, "Assault! Help..."

The female officer escorting her, who was borrowed from the Bald Strike Team and who had arrived in a hurry due to shortage of female officers, was alone watching the suspect and had no one to pass the blame to. Now she was embarrassed in front of a group of officers. In a panic, her long-term training kicked in subconsciously, and she whipped out a taser and struck.

50,000 volts—muscle relaxant strike!

The female influencer stiffened instantly.

The female officer, due to her weight and muscle mass, would find it difficult to compete with male officers in terms of resistance. For example, this particular officer, at 120 pounds, was already not light among women, but to suppress male suspects who typically weigh at least 140 to 180 pounds, she had no choice but to use the taser.

Of course, under normal circumstances, if the suspect capitulated, she wouldn’t need to resort to using it.

But now that it had been used, it had to be considered resisting arrest.

The influencer who had been busted before looked at her "colleague" convulsing on the ground with an eye that regarded her as an idiot, thinking that she could no longer do business with her, lest she got swept up multiple times, which would be a pity.

Wu Junhao continued his phone call, and after finishing, he returned to arranging for fingerprint collection. He then said, "Good use of the taser, decisive action, outstanding effect. The others can learn from this."

After speaking, Wu Junhao’s gaze swept across the other suspects and added, "Don’t waste my time, and don’t bother yourselves either. Cooperating fully is the only way out for you, understand?"

"Understood, we will absolutely cooperate," said the photographer, who knew how to talk. In a hurry, he whispered, "Officer, what did we do wrong? Please tell us."

Wu Junhao glanced at him, chuckled, and then signaled someone over, saying, "Take his footprints too."

The old baldy nearby responded and came over to take the person away.

Next to them, the troublemaker influencer’s feet were still trembling.

...

Top floor.

In front of Jiang Yuan, the phone had been switched out for a professional teleconference device, the difference being that it had clearer sound reception and wouldn’t overheat and shut down like a mobile phone would.

On the other end of the phone, Song Beishou from the Drug Enforcement Headquarters’ voice was already heated:

"Captain Jiang, I’ve just received feedback. Number 11 has been caught, red-handed. We’ve dug out at least 200 grams of crystal meth from his toilet; he must be in a pretty central part of the distribution network."

Jiang Yuan continued to maneuver the mouse in front of his screen while asking, "Dug out from the toilet? Didn’t he flush it down?"

"He intended to, but before we kicked in the door, we turned off the main water valve downstairs, so his toilet couldn’t flush anymore," Song Beishou explained with a chuckle, "That’s why it still has to be our professional drug enforcement team. We’re fast at breaking down doors. This guy’s door had been reinforced and fitted with four locks. We had to send people to rappel down into the place, which was slightly dangerous."

Jiang Yuan paused for a moment upon hearing this, then couldn’t help remarking, "Rappelling two people down? That’s quite dangerous."

"Mmm... With submachine guns involved, we couldn’t wait any longer. In that situation, if the other party received just one phone call, they could have flushed all the evidence away. Our biggest concern was that they would alert their superiors, as we believed he was an important node," Song Beishou’s explanation was straightforward, but the sense of looming danger could be palpably felt by Jiang Yuan and the others on the other end of the phone.

Rappelling is much more dangerous than a breach entry when the preparations are inadequate. We’re all professional police officers, so naturally, we understand the advantages and disadvantages of rappelling. It sure looks impressive, which is why it’s almost always featured in various training exercises.

But in real-world operations, the front door might have been reinforced, making it difficult for multiple officers to break in. Is it not possible that the windows could be reinforced as well?

Taking into account the scenario in which the suspects are armed, the risks of rappelling become significantly higher. Even if a successful entry is made into the room, it’s extremely hard to assess how many people are inside.

Every police officer from any country is extremely cautious about indoor close-combat, because it could truly be lethal, the so-called bloody lessons learned—even if it’s a submachine gun against a kitchen knife, bullets can ricochet off the knife and kill the shooter.

"Take all possible safety precautions," Jiang Yuan felt a slight increase in pressure, took a sip of water and then said, "If there’s definitely a problem with number 11, then the likelihood of suspects 1101 and 1102 being involved is high. Look for their fingerprints and footprints in number 11’s home, especially footprints, they might not pay particular attention to those."

"Understood, don’t worry about it. I’ve borrowed several forensic technicians specifically for this task. We’re just worried about taking fingerprints and footprints improperly," Song Beishou’s tone lightened up.

Ordinary narcotics officers are also capable of collecting fingerprints and footprints, but expertise makes a difference. Ordinary officers taking common prints is fine, but there’s less margin for error - some prints are difficult to take or the types of prints aren’t suitable, making it easy to damage them.

Some less experienced officers might just use adhesive tape to lift prints and leave, in which case they would have to be compared with the full prints on file. If the prints being compared are also incomplete, the probability of a match is much lower.

From Song Beishou’s perspective, being able to deploy a large force to make an arrest just by matching fingerprints is all too easy and joyful.

Ordinarily, to arrest a drug dealer with 200g of drugs hidden at home, with possibly more stashed elsewhere, narcotics police might have to risk their lives numerous times.

As for now, it’s merely a matter of checking some fingerprints... If need be, Song Beishou would gladly lick prints with his tongue.

Jiang Yuan grunted in acknowledgment and then continued matching fingerprints.

At this moment, there is no need for emotional intelligence. The drug trafficking network has been stirred. It is akin to a spider’s web, naturally transmitting vibrations outward. The goal is to arrest as many people as possible before the other side can decipher the nature of the disturbance.

This case series was initiated by him. Previously, it could be considered a network lurking beneath the water. Whether other drug enforcement teams are aware of it or not, Jiang Yuan and his colleagues haven’t received any news—at least the Narcotics Division of Shannan Province isn’t aware of this drug network.

Under such circumstances, it’s all about Jiang Yuan plunging headlong into it, relying solely on the photographer who slipped up early on and a series of incriminating fingerprints and footprints.

Number 11, who was just apprehended, is seen by the police as already on the periphery of the core of the drug network. Because he is no longer just an end-line seller, but holds some managerial authority and maintains a certain part of the regional distribution network.

And such a node, once arrested, would definitively damage the network.

Soon, the flat hexagonal speaker on the desk buzzed, "Captain Jiang, number 11 has another apartment in the complex, with traces of group drug usage. There are numerous fingerprints, footprints, and DNA evidence. We recommend prioritizing it."

"Understood." Jiang Yuan immediately set aside his current work and started to examine the series of fingerprints sent over, indeed they were very clear.

Jiang Yuan selected one, quickly tagged it, and threw it into the system.

The information of a drug user popped up immediately, without any hesitation.

Jiang Yuan didn’t rush to discard it and move on to the next one, he continued to tag, match, tag, and match again.

With fingerprint comparisons like these—if the prints aren’t problematic—it comes down to the precision and number of tags made. In theory, the more tags made, the higher the probability of a match, and the more precise the target, the higher the matched fingerprint will rank.

If the tags are inaccurate, the matching print might get buried down at fifteenth or twentieth place, and one might spend half an hour just reviewing fingerprints.

For Jiang Yuan—with his multiple overlapping LV4 fingerprint identification techniques—it’s all rather novel for the fingerprint system.

In roughly fifteen minutes, estimating that Song Beishou had probably organized a few teams by now, he sent over info on four individuals, saying, "Matched with four." freeweɓnøvel.com

Song Beishou, who prides himself on his organizational abilities, was inexplicably panicked: "Just four?"

"The fingerprints are very clear, more are on the way," Jiang Yuan said.

"Okay... okay!" Amidst his surprise, Song Beishou’s emotions heated up again.

Song Beishou quickly reviewed the information of the four individuals sent by Jiang Yuan and realized that arresting these four could definitely lead to more arrests.

Song Beishou instantly switched into chef mode; he wasn’t about to fear a hungry customer, even though his manpower in the area was indeed running low...

"Captain Jiang, you focus on the fingerprints, I’ll call the Bald Strike Team," Song Beishou’s tone began to take on a grim edge.