Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 364 Zhong Sir
"Who the hell dares to catch me!"

Deng Jiayong snorted coldly, his voice full of arrogance.

"Zi"

He wrapped his cigar heavily, and provocatively exhaled at the position where Zhong Wenze and Mo Sir were standing:
"Since you have accepted what I shouldn't have received, why don't you pay something at all?"

This statement came out.

The police officers present all subconsciously looked at Mo Sir.

From what Deng Jiayong said just now, they caught a trace of unusual meaning.

Received things that should not be received.

For a public official, the things that should not be accepted are nothing more than banknotes.

The middle way is very deep, no one dares to talk about it, so they all wait for Mo Sir's next instruction.

The hall suddenly fell silent.

"Mo Sir."

The temporary team leader of the Operation Department who was in charge of commanding the Flying Tigers for this operation turned his head to look at Mo Sir, and said with a strange expression:

"How about you deal with the scene first, and I'll go out to smoke a cigarette."

The relationship between him and Mo Sir is also okay.

From what Deng Jiayong said, he guessed that there might be something wrong with both sides, so he decisively chose to avoid it appropriately.

Express your attitude in time: If you don't participate, it has nothing to do with me, and I don't want to know.

Mo Sir glanced sideways at the leader of the operation team, but did not speak.

"Ah!"

Deng Jiayong snorted coldly, seeing the group of people who were blocked at the door and had no next move, he stood up complacently, and walked to Zhong Wenze.

The footsteps stopped.

He frowned and looked Zhong Wenze up and down for a while, then reached out and patted Zhong Wenze's shoulder.

"Zhong Wenze!"

Deng Jiayong leaned forward, put his head close to Zhong Wenze's ear, and said mockingly: "Can you tell me what you think? Why are you so naive?"

"Lian Mo Sir arrested me, Deng Jiayong, and imprisoned me, and then you annexed my counterfeit banknote group in one fell swoop? Impossible."

Deng Jiayong curled his lips, and shook his head with disdain: "You think I'm stupid, I remember every sum of money I gave you clearly."

"When was it delivered, how much was it given, and who took it? I remember everything clearly. These are all my evidence."

Paused.

He raised his head and glanced around, and lowered his voice a little: "And your Shengshi Group, I have clearly recorded every black money laundered for me!"

"I fell, will you be okay?!"

Deng Jiayong grinned and licked his dry lips: "I will eat you for the rest of your life!"

Done.

He bit his cigarette butt and turned around, took big strides and walked back, sat back on the seat again, with his legs crossed, leisurely.

Flicking the burnt cigarette butt in his mouth with his backhand, he looked at Zhong Wenze and his party provocatively.

Three seconds later.

"Hahaha"

Zhong Wenze raised his head and laughed loudly, came to Deng Jiayong, took out the cigarette in his pocket, took a cigarette in his mouth, shook out another one and handed it to Deng Jiayong:
"Brother Yong, look what you said!"

"I don't know who reported the false information tonight, saying that Brother Yong has a problem here."

Zhong Wenze accompanied the smiling face with a smile, and began to explain: "Sir Mo received instructions from his superiors, so he had no choice but to bring someone here."

"They just go through a process, a process, there's no need to be so angry, right, there's no need for it."

Zhong Wenze's current posture can be said to be as flattering as possible.

"You brought people here when you received a report of false information?!"

Deng Jiayong looked at Zhong Wenze's posture of bowing his head and bowing his head, and the arrogance in his heart became even more embarrassing:

"Grass, I'm drinking and eating here with so many friends tonight, and you rushed in with a slap, what a disappointment?"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Zhong Wenze nodded again and again: "It's our fault that disturbed your elegant mood."

Behind.

A group of white-skinned monkeys in the Empire on which the sun never sets couldn't help muttering softly when they saw this sudden reversal.

"Brother Yong is really amazing!"

"Basically, they control this group of people to death."

"You have the skills to control people!"

in speech.

Full of admiration for Deng Jiayong.

"I didn't say you!"

Listening to their praise, Deng Jiayong gradually entered the state: "It's not good for you to behave like this, let me tell you."

a time.

Deng Jiayong acted like a big boss, eloquently educating Zhong Wenze as if he was teaching a younger brother a lesson.

Zhong Wenze was also very obedient, listening to his words with a smile and nodding from time to time.

Doorway.

With a suppressed smile on his face, Mo Sir looked at Zhong Wenze who was nodding and bowing in front of Deng Jiayong, and couldn't help shaking his head.

"Mo Sir, you can still laugh."

The leader of the Flying Tigers' operation command team looked at Mo Sir's expression, thought for a while, cleared his throat, and said, "What should we do about this matter?"

"How about I go first? Later, you can submit the information to the above?"

He is also a person.

He didn't know what Deng Jiayong said to Zhong Wenze just now.

But what is certain is that there are inexplicable connections between Deng Jiayong, Zhong Wenze and Mo Sir.

and so.

He still resolutely chose to stay away, and he should not participate in this kind of thing, let alone know about it.

"Go what?"

Mo Sir took out the cigarette in his pocket and gave him one: "We are here to arrest people, but we haven't caught anyone, how can we go back and do business?!"

"what?"

The leader of the command group didn't react for a while.

What exactly is going on?

"Just such an action tonight."

Mo Sir shook the soot, looked at Zhong Wenze who was extremely flattering in front of Deng Jiayong: "Don't worry, it's not bad to watch the show."

"..."

The leader of the action team murmured, but he didn't say anything more, and smoked a cigarette between his fingers in a dull manner.

in the hall.

In the nearly 3-minute lesson.

In front of so many gangsters, Deng Jiayong kept teaching Zhong Wenze a lesson, and the gangsters behind him watched obediently. It felt so good.

The white-skinned monkeys behind him, who were originally worried, were completely relieved after seeing this scene. Although there was an accident tonight, the overall situation was finally controlled by Deng Jiayong, so it was not a big problem.

No one doesn't like to pretend.

Especially when a seller of counterfeit banknotes can make a big splash in front of the police, this feeling is more enjoyable than any other scene.

What Deng Jiayong said was a lot of fun, and he didn't stop until his mouth was dry.

"Okay, let's stop here today, it's boring when it comes to it."

He seemed to be lacking in interest, but the attitude of the big boss remained undiminished: "Apologize to my group of friends, and you will leave."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Zhong Wenze nodded again and again, nodding and bowing.

He raised his head, with a smile on his handsome face: "My mistake tonight, I apologize to everyone."

"In order to express my apology, I decided to give you a big gift."

"Big gift?"

"This kid is quite good."

Immediately someone whispered.

"what?"

Deng Jiayong was stunned for a moment when he heard Zhong Wenze's words, but he didn't react for a while.

The apology I said was just a casual mention.

On the contrary, Zhong Wenze answered the call directly and agreed, and even gave a big gift backhand, which is not in line with Zhong Wenze's character.

Don't know why.

Now he suddenly felt that Zhong Wenze's smile seemed to be full of playfulness, not so pure.

Three characters suddenly popped up in Deng Jiayong's mind:
has a problem!
He subconsciously stood up from his seat.

"Snapped!"

Zhong Wenze slapped Deng Jiayong's shoulder with a slap, and abruptly pushed Deng Jiayong back into the seat:
"Brother Yong, are you in a hurry to go?"

Zhong Wenze looked at Deng Jiayong with a playful smile: "I haven't even given you the gift yet, are you leaving?"

Deng Jiayong struggled to stand up from his seat, but his shoulders were pressed tightly by Zhong Wenze, and he couldn't move at all.

"Zhong Wenze!"

His tone sank, and he roared in a low voice, "What the hell are you trying to do?"

"Crack!"

The crisp snapping sound of gears interrupted Deng Jiayong's words, and his right wrist was handcuffed.

the other end.

In the hands of Zhong Wenze.

This sudden reversal of the scene abruptly caused the white-skinned monkey behind to stumble.

The hall suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

Deng Jiayong stared at the handcuffs for several seconds, then suddenly raised his head to look at Zhong Wenze, his eyes widened, staring at Zhong Wenze firmly.

"My big gift is here!"

Zhong Wenze met Deng Jiayong's eyes, with a strong smile on his face, and his tone was playful: "Send everyone here for a day trip to the police station!"

"As for whether you can come out again after a day, that depends on your abilities!"

As soon as this word comes out.

There was an instant commotion in the hall.

A group of sluggish white-skinned monkeys fled out subconsciously, and then they were abruptly blocked by the muzzles of the black submachine guns of the Flying Tigers.

"I'll hit you, old wood!"

Deng Jiayong roared hysterically: "You are a fucking mad dog, how dare you catch me?! Have you thought about the consequences!"

"I said you are too confident?
Zhong Wenze curled his lips in disdain, and sat down opposite Deng Jiayong with a big horse: "Why do you think I am here to talk to you for a long time? I am playing with you."

"Why don't you think about it, if nothing happened, why haven't Aqiang and the others been seen?"

Zhong Wenze shook his head in dismay: "You are really flattered by a few praises, Ah Qiang and the others have already been imprisoned!"

"You are no exception!"

Doorway.

"Pull people!"

Mo Sir waved his hand.

The Flying Tigers swarmed up with guns, controlling all the people in the hall in less than half a minute.

"Mo Changkong!"

Deng Jiayong slapped the table with a slap, and stood up abruptly: "You took my money, and you still dare to arrest me?"

His eyeballs became bloodshot and red, and he stared at Zhong Wenze angrily: "And you Zhong Wenze, you forgot about the fucking money laundering for me?!"

The more Deng Jiayong spoke, the angrier he became, panting heavily: "Okay, since you want to play, then everyone should finish playing, and die together!"

"Ha ha!"

Zhong Wenze didn't agree with Deng Jiayong's words, he took out a piece of ID from his pocket and stood in front of him:

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself!"

"My name is Zhong Wenze, a policeman from the Saigon Police Station!"

"You can call me Zhong Wenze, or you can call me Zhong Sir. It's your right to call me what you want."

"You have the right to remain silent from now on, but every word you say will be evidence in court!"

(End of this chapter)