Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 365 You are no exception
"All will become evidence in court!"

Zhong Wenze's sonorous and forceful voice was neither loud nor soft, but it could clearly spread throughout the entire hall of the villa.

"Poor? Undercover?!"

Deng Jiayong's lips twitched, staring at the brand new ID in front of him, the ID photo still couldn't hide Zhong Wenze's handsomeness:
"Are you an undercover agent?! Are you a police dog?"

next second.

His right hand quickly touched the big black star on his lower back, his fingers rested on the trigger while the muzzle of the gun was raised, and he was about to fire.

Zhong Wenze was one step ahead of him.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

Deng Jiayong only felt a pain in the wrist holding the gun, and the black star he was holding tightly in his hand had changed hands, and was slapped on the table by Zhong Wenze.

Song Zijie on the side rushed up immediately, pushed Deng Jiayong down on the table with his backhand, buckled his arm backwards, and the handcuffs were stuck: "Be honest!"

"Illegal Possession of Arms!"

Zhong Wenze frowned, and said lightly: "Attempt to assault the police, the crime is doubled, I say that, do you have any objections?!"

"Puff puff!"

Deng Jiayong pressed his face against the table without saying a word, but stared at Zhong Wenze with red eyes, panting heavily.

His chest heaved up and down with his panting, and an uncontainable anger burned in his chest.

He gritted his teeth, and almost squeezed out a few words: "In this world, there is no good end for Erwuzi!"

"Undercover, you will die even worse!"

"Thank you Brother Yong for the reminder!"

Zhong Wenze didn't feel the slightest fluctuation in his heart. He turned his head and looked at Mo Sir. The latter understood and stepped into the hall.

Follow the clues Chen Bo gave them.

Mo Sir went straight to the end of the hall, looked carefully at the wall, and pulled away the large decorative painting hanging on the wall.

A door appeared in front of everyone.

Needless to say.

Immediately.

The Flying Tigers, armed with submachine guns and loaded with live ammunition, entered the alert posture, raised their anti-riot shields and pushed the door in, and walked down the stairs step by step in the passage.

but.

The imagined outbreak of conflict did not happen.

After waiting for a few minutes, Song Zijie, who went down with him, turned back first, with a look of disappointment on his face.

"Ok?"

Seeing Song Zijie's expression, Mo Sir frowned: "What's going on next?"

"Nothing."

Song Zijie shook his head, and quickly made a report: "The basement below is very ordinary, there is nothing unusual, and there are sundries in it."

"what?!"

Mo Sir's voice raised a bit in vain: "It's all sundries? Nothing else?"

"no!"

Song Zijie said with certainty: "No one is there, it's just sundries!"

"Sir, be careful what you say!"

Deng Jiayong suddenly raised his head and shouted: "What do you mean it's full of sundries? I have collected so many imported red wines from abroad, you call them sundries?"

"Do you know the value of the red wine below?"

He turned to show disdain on his face: "With your status and salary, you can't afford to work for half your life!"

"Be honest with me!"

Mo Sir frowned and scolded, and quickly came to Deng Jiayong: "Be honest, did you transfer the counterfeit banknote base?!"

"Ha ha!"

Deng Jiayong sneered and curled his lips: "Be careful, I will sue you for defamation. Which eye of yours has seen that I have a counterfeit banknote base here?"

"Not to mention the counterfeit banknote base, I haven't even seen a single counterfeit banknote. If you are sensible, let me go!"

"No?"

Mo Sir couldn't help taking a breath: "There is nothing tricky in the basement, why do you hide it so tightly?"

"I told you that those red wines are very expensive. You can afford them for several years if you collect black money!"

A sneer appeared on the corner of Deng Jiayong's mouth: "Can't I hide such a good wine?"

"Search again for me, search carefully!"

Mo Sir gritted his teeth and issued another command, ordering everyone to rummage through the villa to see if there were any other hidden doors.

Deng Jiayong looked at the many policemen who were busy at home, and he didn't panic at all. He sat leisurely on the stool with his legs crossed, and looked at Zhong Wenze opposite him provocatively:

"You think I really trust that old bastard, Uncle Chen?!"

He stared at Zhong Wenze with a sneer: "I never believed him from the beginning to the end. Even if you dig three feet today, you still can't find out why."

Zhong Wenze looked at Deng Jiayong, who was full of ambition, without saying a word, just wrapped his cigarette silently, and his mind was racing.

as predicted.

The villa was searched inside and out by the police, but no useful clues were found.

As Deng Jiayong said, let alone a counterfeit banknote base, not even a single counterfeit banknote was found.

Here's where things got a little out of touch.

"Aze!"

Mo Sir frowned, with a serious expression: "Did Uncle Chen make a mistake? Or was he misled?!"

"Are you going to ask him again?"

If the action tonight does not result in victory, then it is tantamount to scaring the snake away. It will be difficult to find Deng Jiayong's trick again.

Zhong Wenze's identity was also revealed.

later.

If we want to dig out the clues of Deng Jiayong's counterfeit banknote group, it will be much more difficult than it is now.

Leave this layer aside.

The pressure from Mo Sir's upper echelon will also increase.

just.

Zhong Wenze didn't respond to Mo Sir, just sat in his seat and looked ahead in a daze as if in a trance.

The cigarette between his fingers was burning silently, and the blue smoke rose slightly.

"Hehe, are you still pretending to be deep here?"

Deng Jiayong looked at Zhong Wenze who fell into silence, and the smile on his face became more intense. He looked up at the clock on the wall:
"You still have 23 hours. After 23 hours, if you can't find any evidence to arrest me, just wait for my complaint!"

"At that time, I will let you know what it means to invite God is easy and send God away!"

"Hahaha"

Done.

Deng Jiayong raised his head and laughed loudly, his insolent laughter echoed throughout the hall, and he stayed there for a long time.

Suddenly.

The laughter suddenly stopped.

The smile on Deng Jiayong's face disappeared without a trace, and turned into an incomparably cold, bloodshot eyeball, staring straight at Zhong Wenze:
"Is it Zhong Sir? Is it Erwu Boy? Is it an undercover agent?"

He took a breath, and frowned slightly: "Don't you know that an undercover will die a miserable death? An undercover is a role that everyone shouts and beats!"

Paused.

Deng Jiayong leaned forward, and waited for Zhong Wenze with squinted eyes: "In 23 hours, I will let you know what society is!"

"You, your family, your Shengshi Group, will cease to exist!"

"As I said, Jesus can't stop him from coming!"

(End of this chapter)