Chapter 263 Sidearm

The four people have reached a formal agreement. As for whether to kill or not the person who cannot be found later, that will depend on the investigation results.

Fang Meng estimated that Captain Li should be arriving soon. He pulled out a Type 67 holster from his lower back, inside which was a Type 54 pistol and two boxes of Type 51 pistol ammunition. He then took Bai Nuo's small hand and placed them in hers.

"Keep this gun for now. I originally wanted to get you a Type 65 pistol, which is smaller and more refined, but that gun was only finalized a few years ago and hasn't started mass production yet. Taking it out casually would probably cause trouble, so we can only use this for now."

An Yun looked down at the pistol with a strange expression, and finally looked at Fang Meng with a puzzled look: "Dude, I understand spoiling your sister, but you don't have to just get her a gun!"

These days, all units are facing a severe shortage of firearms and ammunition. My sister, a specially hired portrait artist at the county public security bureau, is equipped with a Type 54 pistol. Doesn't that seem a bit too extravagant?

Even the chief secretary of the county political commissar's office isn't qualified to carry a gun!

Fang Meng curled the corners of his mouth, and his gaze toward An Yun carried a hint of smugness and pride that the other could not understand: "You don't understand. The profession of criminal sketch artist originated abroad. In China, we are still in the exploratory stage of this skill. It's good if the entire criminal investigation department of the public security system can produce five professional criminal sketch artists."

Last night I contacted Jingyang and submitted Nuonuo's information. A criminal portrait artist of Nuonuo's caliber is exactly the kind of talent our industry needs right now. The higher-ups made a special exception and I just received a reply this morning. Currently, Nuonuo is ostensibly a specially appointed portrait artist for the Fuxing County Public Security Bureau, but secretly she is a specially appointed specialist for our special operations team.

Her application for firearms eligibility was also approved along with the weapon; after all, rare talents need protection.

An Yun grabbed Fang Meng's sleeve with a resentful look and asked through gritted teeth, "I've worked my butt off with you and followed you through two cases, why am I still just a temporary worker?"

And tell me honestly, is your boss a member of the Fang family? How can you be so unethical? You've really mastered the art of discarding someone after they've served their purpose.

Fang Meng disgustedly brushed the hand away and rolled his eyes at it: "Stay away from me. What's with two grown men pulling and tugging at each other? Tell me if you got your reward from last time or not. You said you only wanted money and tickets."

"..."

I was thinking that since I was already being dumped in that small, run-down county, I might as well just give up and live a lazy, idyllic life. Money was, of course, the most important thing.

An Yun pouted, feeling wronged, but knowing she was in the wrong, she didn't dare say anything.

"Let's ignore him, all he does is put on airs all day." Fang Meng rolled his eyes at An Yun, then turned to Bai Nuo and instructed, "I'll pick you up tonight, make sure you keep your gun close to your body."

"I understand, don't worry." Bai Nuo nodded, looked down to check the pistol, and finally hung the holster on his waistband and fastened it at his lower back.

To be honest, apart from being taken by his uncle or Uncle Fang to the shooting range in the compound when he was little, Bai Nuo had never used such an outdated pistol before, and it was quite novel to him.

On the other side, An Yun was complaining to Liu Yanan with a wronged expression. They were both kids who grew up in the compound, and who didn't like knives, guns, and clubs? He used to be a clerical worker as the county political commissar and never had the chance to be armed. Now that he finally had the opportunity, why was he the only one who didn't have one?

"Alright, stop howling!"

Liu Yanan pinched her brow helplessly. She realized that whenever there was an outsider present, their Secretary An would transform into a refined and dignified, mature and steady county party secretary.

As long as there are no outsiders, especially in front of Fang Meng and Bai Nuo, this guy instantly loses twenty years of age, almost as if he's going back to his mother's womb for a visit, he's incredibly childish!

"Here you go. I applied for this for you when you came. My dad and Secretary Li both signed it. This will be your service pistol from now on."

Liu Yanan pulled a gun from her waistband and shoved it at him, her face clearly showing disgust, but her tone was full of indulgence.

An Yun took the holster with a look of surprise and delight, looked up at Liu Yanan standing in front of her, and was as happy as a 200-pound child: "When did you apply? How come I didn't know? Yanan, you're so kind!"

"Come on, what would you know!" Liu Yanan rolled her eyes in disgust, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

"Hehehehe!" An Yun hugged her precious gun, laughing foolishly.

"Hehehe!" Bai Nuo rested his chin on his hands, watching his cousin and handsome older sister gossip, laughing like a fool!

Liu Yanan: "..."

Fang Meng: "..."

Nobody would believe that these two aren't siblings!