"Stay here. Don't move. I'll go in and take a look first," Wang Fengnian whispered to Li Ang, his hand reaching to his waist and unfastening his gun holster.
Generally speaking, even for an experienced officer like Wang Fengnian, who had been in the force for over twenty years and garnered deep trust from the organization, it was rare to bring his gun home after getting off work. After all, it was a time of peace, the public security environment was relatively good, and compared to the trouble caused by losing a gun, the benefits of carrying one were negligible. It was not until six months ago, when various bizarre and peculiar cases emerged incessantly, that officers began to get accustomed to carrying their firearms after work.
"A Type 92? Not bad," Li Ang said with a light chuckle, seeing the gun in Wang Fengnian's hand. "At least it's stronger than the Type 05."