"Salted Fish, is there something?" Jiang Xiaojun instinctively asked.
Han Yu rolled up the young man's bell-bottom pants and suddenly discovered a Wusi pistol taped to the young man's calf!
"Xiao Yu, handcuff him!"
"Yes!"
Han Yu tore off the tape and unlocked the pistol, swiftly removing the magazine which unexpectedly had bullets in it.
Jiang Xiaojun couldn't believe his eyes, lifted the identity card that was just found, turned the young man around, held up the identity card for comparison, confirmed the identity card was authentic, and that it matched the young man, then coldly asked: "Your name is Wu Qingjun, right? Tell the truth, where did the gun come from?"
Wu Qingjun was so terrified that he was out of his wits, his body trembling like a sieve.
Han Yu scolded: "I'm asking you a question, lift your head up!"
"The gun... the gun... the gun was stolen."
"Where did you steal it from?"
"Four Factory Public Security Department."
"Why did you steal the gun?"
