Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 285 You Are His Father
Tony single-handedly killed eight plainclothes policemen and snatched Ahu's body.

Song Zijie and the others had never expected him to make such a big noise.

Although the news of this major incident was blocked in time, it still caused a major commotion inside the police station.

The most uncomfortable thing was Song Zijie who was in charge of this matter. Everyone had different opinions on him for a while, and Mo Sir even made important instructions to arrest Tony as quickly as possible at all costs.

It is a great achievement to eliminate the Henglian Group and destroy the drug trafficking gang headed by Brother Zha.

But if the Tony incident can't be handled well, it will be very bad for him and self-defeating.

He absolutely does not allow any mistakes and variables at this critical juncture.

Saigon Police Station.

"Hey, this time Sir Song is on the street."

"Eight plainclothes police officers were lost in one night. If this matter is not handled properly, his promotion may not be guaranteed."

"If I were Sir Song, I would never let this happen."

Several police officers got together and talked about this matter, and they had a lot of opinions.

"Push the street."

5703 curled his lips in disdain, looked at a few people and interjected: "I think you are a typical sour, how will you be better if you let you go."

"If you are really capable, you should be the ones who destroy Henglian Group."

In the police station, 5703 can be regarded as a public servant. He speaks straightforwardly, does not form cliques, and always speaks fairly and discusses the facts.

There are no friends and no enemies.

That's exactly what happened.

So even though he has been working here for many years, he has never been promoted.

"5703, just stay and go."

"It's nothing to do with you."

The police officers all spoke back.

Just talking.

Song Zijie hurried in from the outside. Hearing what they said, he just gave them a deep look and ignored them.

"Sir Song!"

"Sir Song."

Everyone shut up angrily and said hello.

It's fine to talk behind the scenes, no one wants to make fun of themselves at this juncture.

"5703."

Song Zijie's eyes fell on 5703: "Go and take out Alan who was caught a few days ago, I want to mention her, someone is visiting."

"it is good."

5703 responded with a sound and quickly went down.

while waiting.

Song Zijie turned and came out from inside, went outside the house, took out a cigarette, lit it, and smoked heavily.

He didn't sleep all night, and he relied on cigarettes to keep his spirits up.

"Yo."

Qiu Xiong came in from the outside and saw Song Zijie frowning and smoking, he stopped immediately and walked towards him with a playful smile on his face:

"Does Song Sir smoke?"

"Hey."

Song Zijie responded and didn't want to talk to him.

"I heard that Ah Hu's body was snatched away, and eight of our plainclothes policemen were killed."

Chou Xiong bared his teeth and smiled, his tone became more serious: "As the person directly in charge of leading the team, Song Sir must be prepared to be held accountable."

"If you can't catch Tony in a short time, your life will be difficult."

He paused, and reached out to pat Song Zijie's shoulder: "Yue Nanzi is notoriously difficult to deal with. There are many precedents of Yue Nanzi doing things and running away."

What Qiu Xiong said was not bad.

There are more gangsters in Yue Nanzai and Daquanzai, and they are almost becoming a problem for the police.

As long as there is a big event, they can immediately think of these two kinds of people.

"Don't bother Sir Qiu to worry about this, I will handle it myself."

Song Zijie replied in a blunt tone, looked sideways at the flick of cigarette ash, and ignored him.

It may be because Song Zijie was with Mo Sir, and Qiu Xiong looked down on Mo Sir, so the two sides seemed to exclude each other.

"Good luck."

Qiu Xiong didn't stop, it was enough to get angry with Song Zijie, and he didn't dare to embarrass him too much.

The main reason is that Song Zijie is notoriously irritable, and sometimes even quarreled with Mo Sir, let alone him.

"Sir Song."

5703 poked out a head from inside: "The Alan has been brought out for you, and it is placed in the interrogation room. Anyone who wants to visit her can go directly to the interrogation room."

"it is good."

Song Zijie quickly wrapped up two cigarettes, stepped on the cigarette butt and was about to go in.

"Eh!"

When Qiu Xiong heard their dialogue, he stretched out his hand to block Song Zijie.

"what are you doing?"

Song Zijie frowned, lowered his voice: "Get out of the way."

"What are you talking about?"

Qiu Xiong snorted, he caught the key point from the conversation between the two just now, and said righteously:

"Alan is a repeat offender, a key figure in Dashan Trafficker D's gang. How can he let people visit her at this time? Visit her? Impossible!"

Qiu Xiong's tone was extremely firm, and he directly stood in front of Song Zijie.

His thinking ability is not bad, knowing that at this critical moment, if Song Zijie wants to mention Alan, it must have something to do with Tony.

Although he, Chou Xiong, squeezed in to participate in this purge operation, he was an outsider after all.

In the documents Mo Sir submitted, he only mentioned one sentence of Chou Xiong's credit, mainly due to Song Zijie.

and so.

Song Zijie's status was high, which made him very uncomfortable. Regarding Tony's matter, he wished that Song Zijie could not find someone, that would be good.

"Who says it can't!"

Song Zijie's frown deepened: "The case needs to be handled, and she is the key to finding Tony."

"It's okay to see Alan."

Qiu Xiong said lightly: "Then you have to go through the formalities. I am in charge of Alan. If you want to mention her, you have to go through the complete procedures."

He had no other idea, he just wanted to make trouble and embarrass Song Zijie.

"you!"

Song Zijie's chest was burning with anger: "Qiu Xiong, don't go too far."

"formalities!"

Qiu Xiong replied lightly, and stretched out his hand: "If you can't get the formalities out today, no one can get in. As I said, you can't get in even when Jesus comes!"

"you!"

Song Zijie gritted his teeth angrily, but there was nothing he could do.

Qiu Xiong's request was legal and reasonable, either there was a formality, or Mo Sir asked, but now that Mo Sir has gone out to report on work, how much time will be wasted going back and forth.

"Push the street!"

Song Zijie gritted his teeth and glared at Qiu Xiong, clenching his fists tightly: "Do you know why there are so many big cases in Hong Kong Island!"

"It's because there are people like you who only know how to engage in infighting. If you catch a thief, you are afraid of death. Infighting No. 1."

"If this continues, Hong Kong Island will soon become a paradise for gangsters to make money and commit crimes."

"formalities!"

Qiu Xiong snorted triumphantly, and sat on the Diaoyutai without moving a muscle.

"Fuck you!"

Song Zijie gritted his teeth and cursed, but there was nothing he could do. He felt as uncomfortable as eating a fly.

The two froze together for an instant.

"Sir Song."

Zhong Wenze suddenly walked in quickly from outside the house: "Did Alan mention it? Where is he?"

Zhong Wenze, who is 1.8 meters tall, has a well-proportioned figure, striding forward with a pair of long legs, and in the blink of an eye, he came between the two facing each other.

Looking at the two people who were facing each other with swords drawn, I knew it all at once.

"Oh? Sir Qiu, what a coincidence."

A playful smile appeared on Zhong Wenze's face, and he glanced lightly at him: "Are you here too? Let's meet again."

"what"

Qiu Xiong's face froze, he heard Zhong Wenze's words clearly: "Zhong Sheng, what a coincidence."

"Well, it's a coincidence."

Zhong Wenze stretched out his hand to pat Qiu Xiong's shoulder with a smile, and reached out to touch his pocket.

Qiu Xiong caught his movement, and subconsciously took a step back.

I was afraid that Zhong Wenze would take out a gun from his pocket and shoot at himself.

Zhong Wenze took out the Marlboro cigarettes in his pocket: "Come on, smoke a cigarette."

"No, no, smoke mine."

Qiu Xiong smiled resentfully to accompany him, took out his own cigarette and handed it to Zhong Wenze.

"it is good."

Zhong Wenze reached out to take the cigarette, and put it directly on his ear: "I want to visit Alan, do you want Sir Qiu to come together?"

"No, no, you just go."

Qiu Xiong hurriedly waved his hands and made way for him.

Zhong Wenze asked again: "Do you need any formalities?"

"Procedures? What procedures?"

Qiu Xiong looked at Zhong Wenze with a puzzled expression on his face: "Zhong Sheng is an open-minded person. It's just a routine visit. What procedures are required?! Who dares to ask for procedures? I will be the first to argue with him."

"See you then."

Zhong Wenze chuckled, and walked inside with big strides: "I'll treat you to tea another day."

"Another day, another day."

Qiu Xiong waved his hands with a smile, and left without looking back.

The situation of being made things difficult was reversed in an instant by Zhong Wenze's few words, so fast that Song Zijie couldn't breathe, and fell into astonishment for a while.

"."

Song Zijie was stupefied, looking at Qiu Xiong who looked like a different person, he was speechless.

why?
After seeing Zhong Wenze, Qiu Xiong was like a mouse seeing a cat?

"Let's go."

Zhong Wenze yelled in the room.

Song Zijie just woke up like a dream, walked up quickly, and couldn't help gossip: "This is Qiu Xiong."

"Oh, old friend."

Zhong Wenze waved his hands nonchalantly, unwilling to say more.

"is it?"

Song Zijie followed behind him and whispered, "Are you his friend?"

"Why do I feel that you are his old man!"

trial room.

Alan was sitting on the seat, looking at Zhong Wenze and Song Zijie who came in one after the other with a blank expression on his face, his eyes just stared straight ahead without any shifting.

"Alan, hello."

Zhong Wenze opened the stool and sat down with a big horse, and looked at Alan: "We meet again."

"high."

Alan gave a thumbs up, and fixed his eyes on Zhong Wenze: "Zhong Wenze, your move of borrowing a knife to kill people is really high."

"Ha ha."

Zhong Wenze smiled, leaned forward and did not speak.

Alan continued on his own, "With the help of the police, you can maximize your own interests, not to mention fame and fortune, and you can enter and leave the police station openly, which is amazing."

At this moment, Alan was a little angry.

no doubt.

I played the role of Zhong Wenze's horse boy in this matter, and was used by Zhong Wenze.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Zhong Wenze waved his hand and went straight to the topic: "I came to see you today, and I want your help with something."

"Oh?"

Alan sneered: "I am a person who is about to go to prison, how can I help you."

Zhong Wenze said bluntly: "Tony ran away and hasn't been caught yet."

"No."

Song Zijie's eyelids twitched when he heard that, how could you ask such a question?

If you tell her the situation so bluntly, can she cooperate with you?

For a while, he wondered whether Zhong Wenze understood interrogation.

Strictly speaking, an interrogation is a psychological game, relying on the information advantage one has to control the suspect psychologically.

but.

Song Zijie thought for a while, but still resisted the urge to speak.

"Let me catch you for you?"

Alan sneered, and shook the handcuffs on his wrists: "Do you think I have this ability? You really think highly of me."

Paused.

She looked at Zhong Wenze coldly, and her tone became even colder: "Do you think I will be so stupid and be used by you again?"

"Alan, let's not say that, it is true that I have used you, but that is based on the mutual benefit of both parties."

"Strictly speaking, this is not called exploitation, it is called transaction."

Zhong Wenze shook his head indifferently: "I saved your life, and you help me deal with Henglian. This is the mutual benefit between us. I told you to find opportunities to avenge Brother Shan."

"But you haven't found a chance, right? Until now, you haven't been able to get rid of the three brothers to avenge Brother Shan. You can't blame me for that."

"it is good!"

Alan snorted coldly, and simply turned his head away from Zhong Wenze: "Whatever you say is what you say, I can't say anything to you."

"but!"

Zhong Wenze spoke quickly: "Brother Scumbag's three brothers shot and killed Brother Shan. You want to avenge Brother Shan. The current situation is: Brother Scumbag was dragged away, Ah Hu died, and only Tony survived."

"You provided clues to help us catch Tony, and the three brothers announced the end. From another perspective, have you achieved your goal of revenge?"

Zhong Wenze tapped his fingers on the table, looking at her as a matter of course.

"Correct!"

Song Zijie interjected appropriately: "If Tony ran back and muttered more, then there is basically no possibility of catching him again."

"That's your business."

Alan snorted coldly, indifferently, and refused straight away: "The reason why you want to arrest him is only because of your own merit book. It's good if you can't catch him. What does it have to do with me?"

"So, don't come to me."

"you"

Song Zijie was very angry for a while.

"I want to know what kind of residences are under Brother Shan's name."

Zhong Wenze didn't seem to hear Alan's refusal, and continued on his own: "Under the current situation, we have searched all the places we should search, but we can't find him."

"I guess the only possibility is that he is hiding in the residence under Brother Shan's name, a place we don't know."

"So, it's up to you to provide the information."

Zhong Wenze turned his body sideways, looked at Alan half-leaning forward, and looked directly at her.

The two stared at each other for a while.

Alan asked back, "Why should I help you?"

"You will help me."

"why."

"intuition."

The corner of Zhong Wenze's mouth rose slightly, confident: "You will definitely help me."

For a moment the room fell silent again.

a while.

Alan reached out and pointed at Song Zijie: "You, get out!"

(End of this chapter)