These leaders who are responsible for cultivating talents work overtime and stay up late to arrange venues, mobilize resources, contact police leaders, and prepare for the next round of training.
Weird news, as if it had wings, flew very fast, about a group of new police officers who went to a concert together, and actually caught a fugitive, and beat the fugitive so badly that even his own mother couldn't recognize him.
It immediately became the top news for all units.
The Longhua Street Police Station also received the news. Jiang Hanshan slapped the table and said with a smile:
"It's obviously that guy's work. This is so exciting. Liang Zhuo fled everywhere and couldn't be caught several times. He actually fell into the hands of Zhou Liuyi and other trainee police officers. It's really a case of random punches killing the master."
Fu Sheng also saw the notice, and some of his old colleagues sent him envious messages, congratulating him on his excellent teaching methods and having excellent students.
But Fu Sheng was not in such a good mood:
"Do you think Liang Peihe would watch a knife like this being sealed in a knife box for half a year without doing anything with it?"
Jiang Hanshan was surprised.
Fu Sheng continued:
"Xie Min, nicknamed Nun Miejue, does not just gather a bunch of old scholars to give classes. She does not train lawyers, nor does she find a group of armed police to train their physical fitness. She does not train fitness coaches.
She trained police officers.
Liang Peihe's team was originally composed of elite soldiers and generals, half of whom came from Nun Miejue's training camp."
Jiang Hanshan was a little bit unconvinced:
"Isn't this against the procedure? We have old teachers teaching new ones, and many of them need to follow their master for five years before they can handle cases independently..."
Fu Sheng had a case file in his hand and was getting anxious. When he saw the person involved, who was only 19 years old, he became more certain:
"Process? Processes are made by people. Different people will definitely have different processes."
As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang. It was Xie Min calling:
"Director Fu Sheng? I would like to collect the detailed case files of Zhou Liuyi."
Fu Shengdao:
"Okay, we'll sort it out and send it to you."
After hanging up the phone, Fu Sheng took a long breath:
"His real test is about to begin."
The shooting course, which was originally scheduled to be added after three months, was arranged immediately.
When Xie Min announced the news, there was a cheer in the corridor. Every policeman has a dream of subduing a suspect with a gun and walking out of a hail of bullets in a majestic manner.
Shang Tiankun was so excited that he couldn't even sleep at night. Mao Jian kept searching for information about guns on his mobile phone, and on Saturday he took out the book on police shooting courses and read it again and again.
Shang Tiankun asked Zhou Liuyi:
"Have you ever touched a gun?"
Saturday one:
"without."
Shang Tiankun widened his eyes, feeling incredible:
"No way! You work at the Longhua Street Police Station, which is known as the strongest police station in the entire Jinxi Province. You handle more than a dozen police cases every day, and you have never touched a gun?"
Saturday one:
"You must have a gun license to use a gun, right? In our station, only the director and the instructor are equipped with guns. Moreover, our director once wrote a report for firing a gun, and his promotion was delayed during the investigation. He told us not to use guns if we can."
Fu Sheng had encountered two vicious cases. He shot the criminals and prevented more serious consequences.
However, he missed out on a promotion because of this, and the gap in position between him and Liang Peihe and others widened, and he would never be able to catch up in this lifetime.
Although his tenure as a police station chief was coming to an end, when asked about his feelings about the events of that year, he would always add a sentence at the end:
In that situation, only shooting can stop violent crime. If I encounter a similar incident again, I will shoot without hesitation!
Shang Tiankun and Mao Jian, the two recruited police officers, seemed a little disappointed.
Shang Tiankun fell on the bed in the dormitory:
"On the Internet, I'm known as the best sniper in Jiangnan. I know how to use an 8x scope, where to find AKs, and how grenades explode when they penetrate steel armor.
However, I have never touched a gun in real life.
Can you imagine?
The nail guns I use for home renovations have all been registered with the police station.”
However, the police academy students have shooting courses in school. They are generally indifferent to the shooting courses. When Niu Qinghe came to visit with a basin of water, he shook his head:
"A Type 54 with bullets weighs two kilograms, a Type 64 weighs one kilogram. If it's a submachine gun, it weighs about ten kilograms, and a sniper rifle weighs at least fifteen kilograms. This thing is completely different from holding a fish or a bag of rice. It can go off accidentally, so you have to lock the safety and separate the gun and bullet at all times..."
Mao Jian also asked:
"What is gun-bullet separation?"
Niu Qinghe continued to explain:
"The guns and bullets are kept separately. You have to sign and bring the documents for using the guns before you can get them out.
We are going to the shooting range tomorrow. There are our civilian police officers inside, but outside are hired security companies. They rotate shifts for a long time and they don’t know each other.
It's not as good as it looks on TV. In real life, even a big man has to hold the gun with both hands, and the recoil will make the girl scream. If you don't wear noise-isolating headphones, your ears will be buzzing for days."
"In normal work, guns are not used very often. In a year, a police officer can fire less than five rounds of bullets."
"The bullets in the shooting range are almost reaching their lifespan, and we asked the special police to increase the amount of training and use more of them."
…
Niu Qinghe's words did not dispel the three people's thoughts about guns. On the contrary, the more mysterious and dangerous it was, the more interested they became.
Shang Tiankun patted his chest and said:
"We are the bullet terminators!"
The next day, Xie Min personally led the team to the shooting range in Sanjiang City.
The management is very strict. After passing a security check outside, there is another security check before entering the room.
After teaching the essentials of using a gun many times, I started distributing guns without bullets so that everyone could get familiar with them first. There were not so many guns at the shooting range, so several people were divided into groups and took turns using them.
The gun used is the current Type 92, which uses a large-caliber bullet of 7.2mm. The gun looks quite small and exquisite in the instructor's hand, but it is quite heavy in the hand.
Girls like Zhu Jiayin who are smaller in stature and have smaller hands really need to hold it with both hands.
Shang Tiankun has particularly big hands. When he holds the gun, his little finger is exposed and curled into an orchid finger.
Everyone held the guns in their hands and gestured. Qin Li emphasized:
"Never point a gun at your own people."
"The gun is there, and the person is there. If the gun is lost, just wait for the police uniform to be stripped off."
"Different guns have different functions. The SWAT sniper rifles are used to kill criminals directly. The guns in our hands are generally used to deter crime. Most of the guns used for patrols are loaded with blank bullets."
…
Zhou Li had one hand on the gun. The hand he held last night was obviously different from other people's hands. The bone of her right index finger was slightly dislocated, which was caused by long-term gun holding.
In other words, something so heavy and dangerous is a rare and exciting new thing for others, but for Lei Ming, it is a part of life.
Danger is a part of her life.
Qin Li saw that everything was almost done, his face became extremely serious, and he even spoke harshly:
"Everyone must check their firearms carefully. I once had a colleague who was seriously injured in a fight with a criminal because his bullet jammed during a mission.
Therefore, you must pay attention to it, regulate the use of guns, and understand guns! "
Zhou Liu thought about what Lei Ming had said two days ago, that when they were on a mission, the gangster's bullet jammed, so she was able to kill him with one shot.
Zhou Liu suddenly felt the gun in his hand was extremely heavy.
If the gangster's gun had not happened to have a problem, it is very likely that he would never see Lei Ming again.
Next, it’s shooting, with groups of five doing target practice.
There was a policeman who had been recruited from the society and had never used a gun before. He picked up the gun and fired once, but his arm became numb from the shock and the gun almost fell to the ground.
Qin Li immediately started cursing in Chinese, using very harsh words.
Some police academy students are reluctant to use guns and leave quickly after shooting.
Shang Tiankun's first shot was very unstable, but he became more and more courageous, and actually achieved the same result as the best students in the police academy.
It was Zhou Liuyi’s first time handling a firearm. He wasn’t a very good shooter, but he was very calm and shot slowly.
In short, the originally arrogant boys became much more obedient in an instant, and began to have some awe for the training.
Shang Tiankun was happy:
"I thought you were a top student who learned everything very quickly."
Zhou Liuyi didn't think that he had a bad shot. Instead, after putting down his gun, he continued to gesture with his hands, as if he was adjusting his movements. He smiled and said:
“In fact, most people’s IQs are about the same. The reason why the gap is getting bigger and bigger is almost entirely the result of acquired training.
For example, if I were to compete with you in running or shot put, I would definitely not be able to outrun you. "
When Shang Tiankun heard about the sports events, he immediately became very excited:
"Of course, I've been practicing for more than ten years."
After a round of target shooting, you can go back to rest. After all, the consumption of bullets by so many people is also burning funds. One bullet costs thirty yuan, and one person shoots five bullets. There are more than two hundred people in total. It is really unbearable.
But Zhou Liu ran over and pestered Qin Li, insisting again and again:
"Instructor, let me fire five more rounds!"
After adding the target shooting course, case studies were added. Just like when you are applying for a driver’s license, a TV will be placed in the waiting area to play clips of various traffic accidents to remind these new drivers.
It is obvious that these prickly new police officers are much easier to manage, and they are much more respectful to the instructors and teachers during class.
We added patrol teams and a flexible system for taking leave, and the number of people secretly ordering takeout has decreased a lot.
Before the map detection class started, we all gathered together for dinner and discussed the upcoming courses. I heard that the new teacher was relatively young, unlike the civil law and criminal law teachers, who were so old that most people's fathers could be grandfathers.
Moreover, he is an academic and would not beat someone to the ground like Lei Ming did.
Zhu Jiayin looked around with a hint of anticipation and said:
"The person who taught us the image detection course was a senior from the Public Security University. He also worked in Dr. Li's team for a period of time."
Mao Jian was obviously more concerned about art, and the so-called Dr. Li was completely confused.
Shang Tiankun was busy stuffing a few buns into his mouth and basically did not participate in these topics.
Zhu Jiayin was obviously a little disappointed because this was her favorite course.
Saturday morning hurriedly said:
"Is this Dr. Li who can draw a portrait of a criminal based on a blurry video, and then the public security organs can arrest people based on the portrait?"
Zhu Jiayin didn't expect that Zhou Liuyi even understood this:
"You know?"
Saturday nod:
"I learned a little bit from my sister in an interest class. My sister did well in the college entrance examination, and art school was too expensive, so we didn't continue to study. But when I saw this, I thought it was amazing. The pixels were very poor. The suspects wore masks and baseball caps, and many shots were taken through car windows. It was incredible that they could be drawn."
Shang Tiankun listened:
"Damn, the painting is so awesome?"
Zhu Jiayin said with some pride:
"Of course. In our country, the most capable people are recruited by the country. Our senior is young and promising, and has followed several major cases.
Some criminal suspects draw themselves as neither male nor female, but our seniors can reconstruct the person more accurately than machines.
By the way, he also participated in the intelligent learning process of the facial recognition system that is currently in use.
But that’s too complicated, I don’t quite understand it.”
Zhou Liuyi smiled as she watched Zhu Jiayin finish her speech. Zhu Jiayin had been talking for quite some time, and Zhou Liuyi said:
"I haven't seen Senior Jing Heming for a long time. Now he comes to teach here. He thought the software I wrote for him last time was good."
Zhu Jiayin was really surprised and even stuttered as she asked Zhou Liu:
"No way, you know our senior?"
The other two monkeys saw Zhou Liuyi's expression changed, Mao Jian said:
"No way, you can also draw?"
Shang Tiankun hugged Zhou Liuyi directly and asked in the tone of Zhen Huan Zhuan:
"How many surprises do you have that I don't know about?"
Saturday was a bit off:
"I grew up next to the electronics city, and many regular soldiers would come to us to talk about technology. Later, I studied computer science in the science and engineering department. The teachers in our school have some cooperation with many government departments. It's normal for me to help write some codes, right? I have learned sketching for a few years and know a little about computers. There is basically a vacuum of talent at the intersection of the two industries. I was lucky to join this team..."
No matter how Zhou Liuyi explained, Mao Jian, as an art student, was full of admiration:
“In the past, people who printed famous paintings on napkins were praised as geniuses, bringing art down from the altar and into the homes of ordinary people. In today’s society, these ideas have long been thought out.
You can combine art and code, it's amazing!"
Saturday one:
"There was a great book called Hackers and Painters, which talks about the relationship between the art of painting and writing code."
Mao Jian spread his hands:
"I'm a liberal arts student and I failed math."
Shang Tiankun is a sports student and doesn't understand this:
"Is it a lot of money?"
Zhu Jiayin was surprised by this turn of events:
"As far as I know, the annual funding for this kind of project basically starts at tens of millions, and there is no upper limit. All PhDs and Masters who join the project will be given housing in their respective units, as well as a resettlement allowance starting at 300,000 yuan, a package annual salary of 500,000 yuan, and some help in finding a job for their spouse."
Shang Tiankun's eyes sparkled with envy, and he looked at Zhou Liuyi as if he was looking at a money tree:
"My dad taught me every day that if I study hard, I can make money. It's true!"
Mao Jian said weakly:
"Then why can't my classmates find jobs?"
Zhu Jiayin said:
"That's because your classmates haven't studied well enough."
Shang Tiankun and Mao Jian were already good brothers, so of course he couldn't watch his brother being bullied by a girl. He leaned back in his chair and ate another chicken drumstick:
"How would I know if this so-called top student is just a name for nothing? He bought foreign chips before, put his own label on them, and then said he made domestic chips. I have seen the news before. He is just cheating the country's money."
Zhu Jiayin and several other girls were so angry that their faces turned red and their necks became thick. Several boys from the police academy also thought that Shang Tiankun had gone a bit too far.
"Do you know how difficult it is for Director Xie to invite Senior Brother Jing?"
"I don't just get my reputation for nothing, I have real skills!"
"Even if someone has had so much plastic surgery that even their own mother can't recognize them, people can still dig them out with just one look!"
"Just by looking at your current appearance, people can draw a portrait of you when you are old. It is much more reliable than those one-click transformation software."
…
Shang Tiankun listened to these drastic changes, remained unmoved, and looked at his two brothers:
"What? Is it a mule or a horse? Pull it out for a walk."
Zhu Jiayin is not afraid:
"I bet everyone gets a bag of spicy noodles!"
Shang Tiankun slapped the table, his hands shaking like he was beating a ham:
"Deal, I bet everyone gets a KFC family bucket!"
Shang Tiankun also asked Zhou Liuyi:
"Liuyi, you don't want to gamble?"
Saturday shakes his head:
"I remain in awe of the best talent on our team."
But this feeling of awe lasted less than ten minutes.
Zhou Liuyi did not use the very precious one-hour break at noon to sleep. Instead, he took Mao Jian's drawing supplies, found a few pens and some papers from his suitcase, called Mao Jian and Shang Tiankun, and ran straight to the classroom.
Zhou Liuyi's technique was extremely fast. In just a few strokes, he had drawn a clothes hook on the wall. He looked left and right, went to the door, and turned on the light to look more.
Shang Tiankun said:
"It's absolutely amazing, just like the real thing. It's raining outside, and when the teacher comes in, he must hang up his umbrella and clothes. It's simply instinct. If he can't see that, what qualifications does he have to be our teacher?"
Mao Jian was also amazed:
"Fuck, Liuyi, your drawing is too realistic, why don't you become an artist? You will definitely be famous!"
Zhou Liuyi started drawing the bodies of cockroaches and flies on the ground again, his face almost touching the ground, holding a pen in his hand, his movements were very serious, but his words were nonchalant:
"With my mediocre skills, I can fool girls, but I can't become a master."
At this moment, Xie Min and Liang Peihe were sitting at the two ends of a conference table.
Liang Peihe made a very bold suggestion:
Putting these new police officers into the front line of case handling, through practical teaching and mutual learning, can quickly improve their abilities and relieve the pressure on the front line.
Nowadays, fraud cases, theft cases, and long-unsolved cases... the crime clearance rate is on the shoulders of the front-line workers, and the data are not good. Every year when the provincial and ministerial departments announce these data, it is a blow to the credibility of the police.
We need a shot in the arm, we need new energy, and we need to improve our crime clearance rate.
Xie Min, who could gather elites from all directions just to provide the best education, was a rather conservative person:
"No, their qualifications are too shallow. If we send them out directly, it will harm them."
Liang Peihe said:
"In the past, we relied on the experience of veteran police officers and their ability to judge people, but now we need cutting-edge technology, such as DNA matching, Skynet big data, and bank information big data.
It is obvious that young people are better at accepting these new things, and they have better physical fitness and can provide more possibilities. "
Xie Min took a deep breath.
Liang Peihe had already placed some data in front of Xie Min. One set was the data of Sheng Changfeng's case handling. Sheng Changfeng was a policeman with relatively strong ability and good thinking ability. He had made considerable breakthroughs in several cases he investigated under disguise.
"With high education and strong social skills, one can quickly gain a place in these small groups. Nowadays, companies outside are very discriminatory against job seekers over 35 years old.
Are we going to keep him in captivity until he turns 30 and then release him?
What about value and vitality? "
Then, Liang Peihe took out the data from Saturday and Monday:
"You see, a newly recruited police officer with no experience can also be independent in a complex police station."
These two examples left Xie Min unable to refute.
Liang Peihe put his hands on the table and said sincerely:
"My sister is a senior high school teacher. She told me that in every mock test, the best performers are the review students. They have a more solid foundation and practice more exercises.
However, the top scorers in the college entrance examination every year are all freshmen, not repeaters.
There are still many things that fresh graduates have not been exposed to. When they see something, they go into battle lightly, absorb and digest it eagerly, and their grades soar through repeated tests.
We are facing a group of fresh graduates.”
Facing an old policeman with a weathered face and more years of experience in handling cases than many people, Xie Min's attitude remained conservative:
"I'll think about it."
After working for more than an hour on Saturday, he was so tired that his back and waist ached, but he still cleaned the battlefield very carefully.
There was a dark fingerprint of his left on the wall, which he carefully wiped off with a brush. The wall was not as bright white as new, but harmoniously unified with the previous slight yellowing.
There was a sharp footprint on the ground, which Zhou Liuyi also wiped out.
The class bell rang and a group of new police officers hurried in.
Zhu Jiayin was the first to enter the room. She immediately noticed the hook on the wall. Her umbrella was still dripping, so she wanted to hang it there:
"We are in a standard classroom. When did a hook appear?"
Shang Tiankun smiled and said:
"This is for the teacher, let's put the umbrella outside."
As she spoke, she rolled up her umbrella and placed it on the windowsill outside.
Mao Jian was right behind, helping the students put their umbrellas away:
"Put it in order. We are in the police academy. No one will steal it."
And on Saturday Monday, pick up the chalk eraser on the table and cover the remaining things on the table.
A man in his thirties wearing a police uniform and gold-rimmed glasses appeared. He looked very elegant and graceful. He was obviously a gentle-looking but strong-willed academic. His temperament was different from that of Sheng Changfeng, who had been on the front line for a long time.
The shoulder straps on his police uniform were gray with two bars and three stars, which was the same as Liang Peihe's.
His name is Jing Heming.
A young legend in the police force, his technology is extremely popular because it relies too much on personal technical capabilities and cannot be replaced by mature artificial intelligence equipment. Many units need his assistance when handling cases, which can immediately achieve a qualitative leap.
For example, if a suspect's profile is captured in a dim corridor, Jing Heming can draw a full picture overnight, and then other police officers can use the highly similar scans to capture the suspect among a large number of ID photos.
Then, the pre-trial team will conduct field arrests and break through the psychological defenses. Based on the suspect's confession, they will then find other valuable clues, such as the murder weapon and property.
As if divine help.
Jing Heming also held an umbrella in his hand.
The tip of the black umbrella was still dripping with water. Jing Heming glanced at the bugs on the ground and said calmly:
"Fake."
Then he put the book in his hand on the table, shook open the chalk box on the table, and exposed the clumsy fly legs again, and he said again:
"Fake."
Everyone knew that Mao Jian and two other people were provoking the new teacher.
Some people make fun of Mao Jian:
"This is an expert who ranks among the best in the country. There are not many such talents in the ministry. With the level of your fake university, you still want to play tricks on the teacher?"
"Hurry up and apologize to the teacher."
Zhu Jiayin also said to Zhou Liuyi:
"Every profession has its own specialties. Don't compare your weaknesses with your teacher's strengths."
Shang Tiankun shouted:
"Why? Gold is not afraid of fire. What's wrong with refining it? Doesn't it mean that gold is no longer gold? Don't you believe that gold is more real?"
Mao Jian was also a little embarrassed:
"If I knew everything, wouldn't I just not come to class?"
Zhou Liuyi silently opened the textbook.
Image detection is still a little unfamiliar to most people. For people around 50 in the unit, it is good enough to be able to use Word documents skillfully.
Zhou Liuyi had never been exposed to such technology before, so he was very eager to read it. He wanted to read ten lines at a glance and finish the book.
Jing Heming glanced at the hook on the wall, and then a dramatic scene happened...
He actually hung the umbrella directly on the hook.
No one noticed that there was anything wrong with this action.
Shang Tiankun held his breath and poked Mao Jian's waist. Mao Jian was so excited that he couldn't speak.
Here comes the point. Surprisingly, the hook did not have the umbrella hanging on it. The umbrella fell to the ground with a bang.
Jing Heming's movements all froze for a moment.
In other words, the crudely drawn, unkempt insect corpses on the floor and the flies on the table were all decoys, paving the way for this hook.
At this time, the whole classroom was filled with sounds of disbelief. Even Zhu Jiayin, who was in the front row, left her seat and wiped the wall. At that moment, it seemed as if something on the wall had bitten her hand. She exclaimed:
"This hook is fake, it's painted on!"
Teacher, you’ve been fooled!
The whole classroom was like a basin of ice water poured into boiling oil. It instantly exploded, and everyone was talking about it:
"No way, the teacher can't tell it's fake?"
"Fuck, it's fake? I couldn't tell it the whole time!"
“How can this fake hook be painted so realistically?”
"This is really so real."
…
Jing Heming, who was in the vortex storm, had a sullen expression, showing no anger at all. He adjusted his glasses, looked around, and called out:
"Saturday Monday."
Shang Tiankun and Mao Jian both felt their scalps tingling, not knowing how to continue the class. They both looked at Zhou Liuyi, their hearts beating like drums.
Shang Tiankun also said to Mao Jian:
"Well, this kid must be swimming in a dung vat. He's really not afraid of shit!"
Mao Jian patted his chest. Now the whole class knew that it was the three of them who did it. The looks in their eyes were much more dazzling than the spotlights in the hands of the reporters. He really couldn't get used to being the focus of everyone's attention.
Zhou Liu stood up leisurely in the face of Jing Heming's gaze, not thinking there was anything wrong at all. He also took out all the tools for committing crimes from the table, including a bunch of various sharpened paintbrushes. There was even a hint of smile in his eyes, and he was very bold:
"Teacher, this time, I win."
At this moment, the whole class fell silent. Rather than the boring study that was about to begin, everyone was more concerned about how this young gifted boy would end up.
Jing Heming is different from those old professors and pedants who are about to retire. Those people can just quit their jobs and go home to enjoy their grandchildren. Anyway, they can just say that they are old and their eyesight is blurry, and no one will think anything of it.
But Jing Heming is still young and in his prime, and he still has many years of work to do in the unit. He is not even 35 years old, so he shouldn't retire, right?
If this matter gets out, how will he convince his team when he leads them in the future?