Old God Jiang Chen was sitting in front of the computer, reading the file, and continued to enter the Facebook information of the fugitive.

He also secretly went to Chen Damin's office to get some of his Longjing tea and take a sip from time to time.

My little life was a leisurely one.

At this moment, the three criminal policemen walked towards Jiang Chen silently. Seeing that they were coming for him, Jiang Chen stood up on his own initiative.

"Are you Jiang Chen?"

There was no salute. After a simple handshake, Jiang Chen nodded. He still didn't know the origins of these people.

Seeing Jiang Chen nod, an older criminal policeman looked Jiang Chen up and down, and then looked at Jiang Chen. Computer page.

There is a trace of doubt in the eyes

"I heard that you read the files for three days and caught He Yongping while going to the toilet?"

"OK..."

"Do you remember all the fugitives?"

Jiang Chen shook his head. How could it be possible? In the system, there are more than 10,000 fugitives in Suzhou City alone. How could he remember so many people?

Seeing Jiang Chen shaking his head, several criminal police officers were convinced.

It seems that it is just Jiang Chen. With luck, you might have just seen He Yongping's file and haven't forgotten it, and you just happened to meet He Yongping.

But Jiang Chen shook his head and said sincerely

"I can’t remember that many, I can only remember two or three thousand..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of the two young detectives behind him suddenly changed.

Those who engage in criminal investigation have good memories. Those who are younger and have better memories can remember two to three hundred fugitives.

If it's a little bit against the sky, four or five hundred will be enough.

After all, they are all human faces, with two eyes and one mouth. Who can remember so much?

But upon hearing that Jiang Chen could remember two to three thousand, a young detective immediately didn't believe it.

"Come on, brother, I still believe it for two or three hundred, two or three thousand? Think of you as a human computer..."

Another young detective believed it somewhat

"Not to mention, when I was in the police academy, there was a junior fellow student who was specially recruited and had an abnormal memory. It was said that he could remember 1,800 criminal faces...."

"But two or three thousand, my dear, this memory is too exaggerated...."

The old detective didn't say anything. Looking at Jiang Chen's confident eyes, he believed it a little.

This guy, who has become famous in the Sioux City police circles as soon as he joined the job a few days ago, doesn't look simple.

If he could really remember two to three thousand criminal faces, this kind of abnormal memory would be a rare talent even in the provincial department, let alone Su Cheng.

If he were hired into the criminal police team and trained for a year or two, he would be a rare criminal investigator.

For a moment, the old detective looked at Jiang Chen's eyes and shook hands again

"Anyway, thank you for helping us catch a fugitive and settle a long-standing case."

As he spoke, the old detective took out his cell phone and wanted to exchange contact information with Jiang Chen.

When it comes to poaching people, you must not rush it, you have to do it step by step.

You can't be too proactive. Rushing is not a business, you have to be good at tempting.

While saving the number, the old detective pretended to casually reveal the Type 92 pistol on his waist. Not to mention, as soon as the holster was exposed, it immediately caught Jiang Chen's attention.

There are several hot-blooded men. I don’t like guns.

In my previous life, I was in a military camp and slept with a gun in my arms every day. I almost regarded the gun as my daughter- in-law. Now that I am a grassroots policeman, not to mention the gun, there is not even a bullet.

The entire Dafengqiao Police Station is like a gun. The Type 92 pistol was still locked in the cabinet of director Chen Damin, and he could never even see it.

Looking at the Type 92 pistol on the old detective's waist, Jiang Chen drooled with envy.

"Looks good, right?..."

"nice..."

"Want to play..."

"Want to play..."

Seeing Jiang Chen's look like a child asking for a toy, the old detective felt happy.

Demo, are there any talents that our criminal police team can’t get enough of?

"Why don't you come with us and go back to the criminal police team? The criminal police team has a shooting range with 88 snipers, 0506 snipers, and a T500 high-precision sniper with enough bullet barrels...."

Hearing that there was also a sniper rifle, Jiang Chen swallowed his saliva, how could he withstand such temptation.

On the other hand, the two young detectives at the back turned as pale as bitter gourds when they heard that their master was poaching people.

The good guns in the criminal police team are precious, and they are not allowed to touch them at ordinary times.

But in order to poach Jiang Chen, he actually contributed all his money. Do you still have enough bullets?

Is this treatment so good?

Is the contrast so strong?

Just when Jiang Chen couldn't resist the temptation, a figure hurriedly walked over. Before the person arrived, the voice came first.

"I just said that if your eyelids have been twitching all morning, it's definitely not good."

"Damn it, your criminal police team doesn’t even look at the place when poaching people. How dare you poach my apprentice?"

"Do you think I, Chen Da Papi, don’t exist?..."

As soon as the three detectives saw Chen Damin, their expressions suddenly changed. The old detective pointed at Jiang Chen

"Remember, come and play with our criminal police team when you have time, we have enough bullets..."

After saying that, he took his two apprentices and wiped the soles of their feet with oil before running away.

Chen Damin chased him to the door, with his hands on his hips and scolding his mother.

"Having a gun is great, huh?"

"Don't let me meet you next time you eat, I won't be able to convince you to death..."

After cursing for a long time, Chen Damin walked back to the office.

Looking at Jiang Chen who was staring at the computer absentmindedly, he was afraid that this precious apprentice would be snatched away by the criminal police team.

"Boy, don't listen to their criminal police team's nonsense. Our city bureau also has a large shooting range. I will report to the leader tomorrow and approve the procedures for you....If you have enough bullets, you can go and have them at any time."

Su City has more than 10,000 police officers. There is a centralized firearms training and assessment every year. Naturally, there is also a dedicated shooting range.

When they heard that Chen Damin wanted to apply for Jiang Chen to practice firearms, several young police officers in the office were envious. I want to cry.

During the annual firearms training, a police officer is provided with two hundred rounds of ammunition, and they are all shot in one morning.

And it is only open for a few days every month.

I heard that Jiang Chen can go to the shooting range to practice shooting at any time and return the bullet barrels. Enough.

This kind of treatment makes me want to cry.

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