Relacja z targów POLSECURE 2024

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W dniach 23-25 kwietnia 2024 roku w Kielcach odbyły się Międzynarodowe Targi POLSECURE 2024, które były już trzecią edycją tego wydarzenia, które dotyczą wyposażenia służb policyjnych. Tegoroczna edycja nie obfitowała w wiele nowości dotyczące rynku oświetlenia i nagłośnienia ostrzegawczego, gdyż producenci urządzeń ostrzegawczych do pojazdów uprzywilejowanych jak i specjalnych nie wytworzyli  w ciągu ostatniego roku zbyt wielu nowego sprzętu ostrzegawczego. Tegoroczne targi były uboższe niż wcześniejsze w 2023 roku. Można było odnieść wrażenie, że organizowanie targów POLSECURE co 12 miesięcy niekonicznie jest dobrym pomysłem, przez co wiemy już dziś, że kolejna edycja targów wyposażenia i techniki służb policyjnych odbędą się w kwietniu 2026 roku.

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