Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 217 The old tool man

intersection.

The two groups of policemen are stopping the passing vehicles one by one and questioning them carefully one by one. The .[-] pinned to their waists can be seen clearly under the light.

Regardless of whether it is in the car or the trunk, there are special personnel who come to open it manually for manual inspection.

"Oh shit!"

Zhou Kehua gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice: "They must have ordered it, only they know that we have goods in the car."

"What should we do now?"

Zhou Kehua's right hand rested on the gear lever, his left hand firmly grasped the steering wheel, his left foot stepped on the clutch and his right foot stepped on the accelerator, and the car made a faint roar.

As long as Zhong Wenze gives an order, he can turn around and rush back immediately.

"Don't worry."

Zhong Wenze raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was already past ten o'clock in the evening. It was really strange to check the car for no reason. At this time, there were not many cars on the road, and they would arrive with three more cars ahead.

If you turn around at this time, you will definitely be bitten by the police.

He looked back.

Ma Zai, who was arranged by Brother Zha, was also looking at their position at this time.

"They probably didn't order it."

Zhong Wenze quickly calculated in his mind that if he drove up, he would definitely find the contents of the trunk when he opened the trunk, and if he turned around, he would immediately become a target of public criticism.

"How to do?"

Zhou Kehua's voice was a little hurried. The car in front had already driven up, but they were still parked. A policeman immediately looked over and called them over.

Just then.

Zhong Wenze saw a familiar figure, smoking a cigarette while leaning against the electric pole, and casually listened to his subordinate's report.

Zhou Kehua was ready to run away at any time.

"Go ahead."

Zhong Wenze finally gave an order.

Zhou Kehua was stunned for a moment, without talking nonsense, and leaned forward according to what Zhong Wenze said.

"Relax, what are you panicking about?"

Zhong Wenze loosened his seat belt, squinted at Zhou Kehua, and signaled him to drive at a constant speed. When the car entered the previous parking space, he poked his head out and waved to the people under the street lights:
"Hi, Sir Qiu."

"..."

Chou Xiong, who was leaning against the lamppost to smoke, suddenly heard a very familiar voice, and suddenly a handsome man in a white shirt popped out of his mind, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Following the voice, I only saw that familiar handsome face.

It's really him.

"Falling on the street."

Qiu Xiong cursed in a low voice, but he straightened his uniform and walked over: "Mr. Zhong, what a coincidence."

when speaking.

He looked vaguely into the back seat of the car.

"Chou Sir, don't read it."

Zhong Wenze looked at him with a smile, and took a panoramic view of his eyes: "It's still arranging a car inspection at night, what happened?!"

Qiu Xiong withdrew his eyes, looked at Zhou Kehua in the driver's seat, and said with a half-smile: "Well, an emergency case happened suddenly at night, and the committee is cooperating with relevant departments to set up checkpoints along the way."

"That's hard enough."

Zhong Wenze opened the door and got off from the co-pilot, beckoned Zhou Kehua to come down together, looked up and down Qiu Xiong: "Chou Sir just came out of the hospital?"

"Ha ha.."

The smile on Qiu Xiong's face froze, recalling what happened that night again, his heart trembled: "Yes, it's only been a few days since I came out."

The night of chasing down Dadong's gang.

Qiu Xiong still remembers to this day that the man who shot himself from the co-pilot's head was in a white shirt and jeans, exactly the same as the Zhong Wenze in front of him now.

As long as you don't look at your head, the two people can completely overlap.

Whether it's body shape or clothing.

"The recovery is pretty good. It's hard work. Be careful next time, don't get hurt again!"

Zhong Wenze patted him on the shoulder with a smile, led Qiu Xiong to the trunk of the car, and signaled Zhou Kehua to open the trunk: "Open the trunk and let Sir Qiu check it."

"it is good."

Zhou Kehua narrowed his eyes, caught Zhong Wenze's expression, and then opened the trunk.

in the trunk.

There are two green canvas bags.

Zhong Wenze raised his eyebrows: "Don't Qiu Sir check?"

"Oh."

Qiu Xiong paused, and then he was about to reach out, but Zhong Wenze reached out and grabbed the trunk, pressing the trunk back: "Since the inspection is over, let's go first."

"Shh."

Qiu Sir narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhong Wenze reflexively.

Zhong Wenze stretched out his right hand, directly encircled Qiu Xiong's shoulder, raised his eyebrows and said, "What? Do you think I look like a criminal?"

"Of course not."

Chou Xiong blurted out the answer, and could faintly hear the vibrato of his own words.

"You drive the car to the intersection first, and I'll chat with Qiu Sir."

Zhong Wenze greeted Zhou Kehua, and walked forward with Qiu Xiong shoulder to shoulder: "Qiu Sir, take care of your health, it's not easy at night, I'll bring you some high-end tea to drink later."

Qiu Xiong was hugged tightly by Zhong Wenze, and his body accidentally touched the inner pocket of Zhong Wenze's jacket. There was a hard texture, and his smile froze again: "Let's start for the safety of the citizens, it should be done."

"parking!"

Zhou Kehua drove to the front and was stopped again.

Zhong Wenze squinted at Qiu Xiong.

"Scared your dog eyes, didn't you see that I have checked it? Why don't you check it? Do you suspect that my eyes are just a display?"

Qiu Xiong immediately understood, opened his mouth to curse, and patted Zhong Wenze on the shoulder: "Besides, he is tall and handsome, like a robber? Have you ever seen such a handsome robber?! Have some brains, please? !"

"How many times have I told you that you need to have a pair of eyes that are good at discovering when doing things, so as to improve the efficiency of work, can you listen to it?!"

Speaking of love, he even clapped his palms excitedly, with an expression of hating iron but not steel.

"Yes!"

The police officer responded with a very aggrieved sound, and immediately let him go.

"Nice job."

Zhong Wenze bared his teeth and smiled: "Then you are busy first, I will leave first, and I will find you for tea later."

"No need to look for it."

Qiu Xiong waved his hand stiffly to refuse with a smile, and after seeing Zhong Wenze's eyes, he explained: "I'm busy, you know, the serious crime team has worked hard."

"Okay, then don't bother."

Zhong Wenze waved his hand and waved goodbye to him, his eyes fell on the scumbag younger brother who was looking at him in the car behind, and he pointed out: "Here, check that car carefully, the two people in the car look at it with evil eyes, okay Check it out, you will feel much happier."

"Makes sense."

Qiu Xiong turned his head and took a look, stepped up immediately, and patted the roof of the car: "Turn off the engine and stop, check the car." Seeing that Ma Zai was staring at him, he yelled again: "What are you looking at, why are you so dragging!"

"No, Sir!"

Ma Zai poked his neck and replied: "Is there any law that prohibits dragging, is dragging against the law?!"

"Well, dragging is not against the law!"

Qiu Xiong snorted coldly and waved his hand: "Get out of the car, open the trunk, and you are the one to check."

As soon as he waved, several police officers immediately surrounded him and directly controlled him, and the car was turned inside out.

"Come on, tell me what this is?!"

Qiu Xiong pointed at the machetes thrown on the ground, and pulled Ma Zai over: "Tell me loudly, what are these!"

"Grass!"

Ma Zai gritted his teeth and cursed, then turned his head and said forcefully, "Is it okay to cut watermelon, Sir."

"Grass, why are you dragging me!"

Qiu Xiong slapped him down on the car, and handcuffed him directly: "Take him back to me, and give him a good confession. He chops watermelons with a machete. He has a strong personality. Greet him well!"

Do this.

Qiu Xiong let out a long breath.

Um.
I really felt much more comfortable.

(End of this chapter)