Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 32 You're a Waste

"Clean up the scene!"

Mo Sir greeted his subordinates, walked towards the oncoming Qiu Xiong, and said with a smile: "Sir Qiu, what a coincidence, you brought someone here too?"

But he muttered in his heart: "Why did this guy come here suddenly?"

Qiu Xiong.

Senior Inspector.

In the early years, he was the leader of the special case team assigned to the Saigon Police Station because of punishment.

I heard that this person has a great background and a strong background.

Although Qiu Xiong's rank is lower than that of Mo Sir, he has always looked down on Mo Sir.

"Hehe, from what Mo Sir said, it seems that you have to come alone for this meritorious matter? Huh?"

Qiu Xiong grinned, with a tone that seemed to be joking:
"Recently, Mo Sir has been very majestic. He has one case after another in his hand, and his face is full of red in front of the media."

"Now, some media comment that you are the new representative of the Saigon police." Qiu Xiong looked at Mo Sir with a half-smile: "I'm so envious."

"I never said that I have to do all the good things."

Mo Sir didn't answer his words, and said in a half-serious tone: "You said this all yourself."

Done.

Mo Sir waved his hand: "Okay, let's go inside and check the situation."

Qiu Xiong nodded, but did not continue talking, looking in the direction of the United Taxi Company:

"There is something. A small United Taxi Company can attract such a large-scale firepower."

Mo Sir glanced at him, did not speak, and followed him with steps.

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10 minute later.

United Taxi Company.

In the messy office on the side.

Uncle Zhong Wenze and Jian are sitting here.

Mo Sir took his men and stood opposite them.

Qiu Xiong and his men stood on the other side.

The three parties have the meaning of tripartite confrontation.

"Tonight, Aze and I finished packing our things in the office and were about to go back when they suddenly came. That's how it happened."

Uncle Jian briefly narrated what happened, took out a cigarette and lit it for himself.

He glanced at Mo Sir and Chou Xiong who were facing him: "We've already finished talking about me, do you two Sirs have any other questions?"

"You mean, the explosion marks at the scene were made by those people outside?"

Qiu Xiong first glanced at Uncle Jian, and then his eyes fell on Zhong Wenze who was beside him: "The young man looks good, but he doesn't blink when he talks about panic."

"I've already asked the gangsters outside, and they said you did it."

"He said the grenade is yours!"

Speaking of it.

Qiu Xiong's tone became harsh in vain, and his voice raised a bit.

Uncle Jian looked like an old Jianghu, so Qiu Xiong's main target directly chose Zhong Wenze.

He decides.

Open up the situation from this young Zhong Wenze.

Zhong Wenze looked up at Qiu Xiong.

With thick eyebrows and big eyes, the muscles on his arms are obvious, and he looks like a strong player.

Seeing his appearance, I muttered in my heart, "Isn't this the killer hero in Prison Situation?
How did he come to Saigon? "

Zhong Wenze didn't change because of Qiu Xiong's stern tone, he spread his hands indifferently: "I don't need to lie to you."

Qiu Xiong let out an "oh" and became interested:

"Then tell me, how did you survive?"

There were 15 people in the gang outside, all armed with firearms, how could it be possible for the two of them to defend.

"I don't know where they got the grenade. They threw it in when they saw us. Fortunately, I reacted quickly and typed it out with a folder."

Zhong Wenze explained casually: "Then, we grabbed their guns and started to fight back in self-defense." Then he pointed to the two Remingtons on the ground:

"I used this gun to guard the door."

Speaking of it.

Zhong Wenze changed the topic, and a smile appeared on his handsome face:

"Fortunately, your police came early, otherwise we would probably have been one corpse now, oh no, two."

"hiss"

Qiu Xiong took a breath and looked at Zhong Wenze, who was smiling and harmless to humans and animals.

He suddenly had a feeling in his heart:
Why is this kid more difficult to deal with than the old man next to him?
"Judging from the traces of the explosion at the scene, there must be more than one or two explosions in the middle! Preliminary investigations show that there are at least five explosions."

Qiu Xiong retorted sharply: "One or two chances, you took out the grenade that was thrown in, and I still believe it."

"But these three times, four times, five times, I don't believe it!"

then.

He recalled the scene when he brought someone over just now.

Before they arrived, this group of boys left the scene one by one in a hurry, just like deserters, not like people who took the initiative to attack.

"Since Sir doesn't believe it, then I can't help it."

Zhong Wenze sighed, curled his lips: "What can I do, anyway, you don't believe me, so you better stop asking."

Qiu Xiong frowned, pressed his hands on the table, and looked down at him condescendingly: "Please tell me honestly, what is going on with this grenade incident!"

"As I said, the grenades belonged to them. After they threw them in, I photographed them."

Zhong Wenze raised his eyebrows and looked at Qiu Xiong, his tone became a bit grave: "It's that simple, I don't want to repeat it a second time."

Done.

He frowned and looked at Mo Sir, showing extreme impatience.

That look is saying:
What did you do, I told you to help me settle things, not to bring someone over to find fault.

"Chou Sir, don't be so excited."

Feeling Zhong Wenze's eyes, Mo Sir stretched out his hand to scratch his hair, and interjected with a half-smile: "Although our relationship is not good, since you want to investigate this case so much, I will leave it to you.

Don't worry, ask slowly, I won't fight with you, you can listen to him explain slowly, if you can't solve it, let me explain everything. "

A sentence that seems light and fluffy, with a double meaning.

One: To mock Qiu Xiong.

Second: He told Zhong Wenze indirectly that this person is not with him. If you are not happy, you can fuck him, and I will support you.

"You don't need to worry about it, old man."

Qiu Xiong glanced at Mo Sir coldly: "I can't help it. I have always had a bad attitude towards these street attacks. In my eyes, they are just a bunch of fun."

He tilted his head and looked at Zhong Wenze and Uncle Jian: "Now we suspect that you are involved in gangs, illegally possessing arms, and fighting gangs. You two should come with us."

talking.

The subordinates standing behind him are about to come up to take people.

"Grass!"

Zhong Wenze completely lost his patience, kicked the stool beside him, stood up from his seat, and looked at him with a frown:
"Involvement in gangsters? Illegal possession of arms? Rush? Who are you giving so much credit to? Be careful, I will sue you for defamation!"

"According to all the signs at the scene and the confessions of those horse boys outside, I can make this inference."

Qiu Xiong looked at Zhong Wenze with gloomy eyes: "There are as many as five explosion marks outside, and your explanation is that you took the grenade out with a folder?"

"It's just nonsense, you are lying to ghosts! I really hate you rubbish!"

Qiu Xiong was always jealous of suspects.

Not that he has much sense of justice.

But earlier, he had been hacked several times by rotten boys, so since then, he has hated these people very much.

Especially in this situation.

Qiu Xiong's mood was already extremely bad.

The old enemy Mo Sir has been watching jokes from behind, and this Zhong Wenze is still talking nonsense to himself here, isn't this intentional to embarrass him.

"Grass!"

Zhong Wenze slapped the table: "You can't do it because you're a slut."

"And I, Zhong Wenze, can do it!"

"So, don't suspect that other people are also just because you are a slut, okay?!"

One word at a time, enunciating clearly.

"!"

Mo Sir's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he gave him a thumbs up very secretly.

Qiu Xiong immediately got angry: "You fucking say it again?"

"I didn't say it clearly enough?!"

Zhong Wenze's back was straight, and his height of 1.8 meters was half a forehead taller than that of Qiu Xiong. He repeated it again: "I said: You are a street hitter!"

"Fuck you!"

Qiu Xiong exploded in an instant, his right hand touched his waist and was about to draw his gun.

(End of this chapter)