Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 58
"Sir, what you say is far from the actual situation. This is just a unilateral plan that is very beneficial to you."

Zhong Wenze wrapped his cigarette expressionlessly, and the blue smoke slowly rose along the cigarette end, covering his eyes:

"If it were me, I would at least come up with a more secure plan and plan that could withstand scrutiny."

"I'm also not going to ask my subordinates to take those big risks without any careful thought."

His tone became very calm, not as righteously angry as before.

Mo Sir sat across from him, staring at Zhong Wenze in a daze.

this kid.

Teaching yourself to do things?

but.

Why can't I refute it myself?
a long time.

"Zi"

Mo Sir reached out his hand to light a cigarette, and smoked it silently.

a time.

The interrogation room fell into silence.

Neither of the two continued to speak, and each smoked.

A cigarette ends.

Mo Sir snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand, looked at Zhong Wenze, and took a deep breath.

He adjusted his state, and after a while, he said sincerely: "I'm sorry, Zhong Wenze, I really lacked consideration in this matter."

"You're right. I was too obsessed with the achievements in front of me. I was blinded by the achievements. I didn't even think about it carefully before I came up with a rough plan."

His tone paused, and then said:

"You're right, so, even if I didn't say anything about today's matter, I respect your choice very much."

Zhong Wenze glanced at him with raised eyelids, but did not speak.

"Well, we will let you go after the detention time is over. Whether or not to do this is up to you. I will give you a few days off first."

Mo Sir simply thought about it: "If you want, let's make a new plan. If you don't want to, then just come and resume your job at that time. If you want money, I will give it to you at that time."

Done.

He picked up the documents and envelopes on the table, stepped outside, put his palm on the doorknob, and looked back at Zhong Wenze: "But you must believe me, I am really optimistic about you, and I have always been confident You are your own."

Zhong Wenze sat on the chair and nodded indifferently with no expression on his face.

She didn't look up at him, and didn't respond to him.

Doorway.

Mo Sir thought for a while, and waved to the people below: "Arrange someone to go in and ask him. If there is no major problem, you can follow the procedure."

In fact, he did this to prevent Zhong Wenze's undercover identity from being exposed.

There is still hope in his heart.

He still hopes.

Zhong Wenze could agree to help him do it again.

in the afternoon.

Qiu Xiong turned around and came to the interrogation room, said a few words to the police officer at the door, and opened the door to enter.

Originally, he didn't want to come to confront Zhong Wenze, but Mo Sir called him by name and asked him to come and handle it in person.

"Mr. Zhong, we meet again."

Qiu Xiong changed his attitude towards Zhong Wenze before, and his tone was soft, as if he was talking to a beautiful girl: "Now, I want to make some routine inquiries to you."

Just now.

He has already seen the results of Zhong Wenze's interrogation.

Zhong Wenze was indeed very clean.

Mo Sir himself went in and questioned himself, and the judgment he gave was that this person was just a simple hostage.

Although Qiu Xiong has always been very dissatisfied with Mo Sir, after all, Mo Sir has the final say, and he has no intention of continuing to do anything to Zhong Wenze in this matter.

Of course.

Qiu Xiong's current attitude all depends on that shot last night.

It is still vivid now.

Zhong Wenze raised his eyelids and glanced at Qiu Xiong: "Well, I need a cigarette."

"Of course there is no problem."

Smiling, Qiu Xiong took out a cigarette and lit it for Zhong Wenze himself.

"Ha ha."

Zhong Wenze glanced at him and didn't say much.

Both of them had a tacit understanding, and neither of them took the initiative to bring up what happened last night.

soon.

Qiu Xiong finished registering the record in his hand: "Mr. Zhong, the inquiry here is over. If there are any questions in the follow-up, please cooperate again."

"Now, you can leave."

"Thank you, Sir Qiu."

Zhong Wenze bared his teeth and smiled, his white teeth were very conspicuous.

talking.

He got up and straightened his shirt collar, straightened the corners of his shirt, turned his head and waved at Qiu Xiong, straightened his back, and left the interrogation room with big strides.

"Oh shit!"

Qiu Xiong looked at Zhong Wenze's disappearing back, and his expression suddenly turned down.

Why didn't he know that Zhong Wenze's gesture just now was just playing with himself.

Asking myself to light a cigarette for him is taking the opportunity to suppress myself.

He hates Xiong.

Never before had I been subjected to such humiliation.

He gritted his teeth, and cursed inwardly: "Death to the street, don't let me catch the opportunity, or I'll fuck you once and for all!"

The gate of the police station.

Zhong Wenze looked back at the huge police badge hanging in the middle, loosened the collar of his loose jacket, and walked away directly.

He reached out to hail a taxi on the side of the road and went straight to the United Taxi Company.

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United Taxi Company.

Due to Tan Cheng's revenge last time, the damaged wall is still under repair, and the workers haven't come yet.

"Uncle Jian!"

Zhong Wenze stepped into the inner office: "I'm back."

"Ah."

Uncle Jian looked Zhong Wenze up and down, glanced at the wound on his hand, and nodded: "How did things go last night?"

The police are still sorting out the counterfeit banknote case, so they haven't announced the specific details to the outside world through the media for the first time.

"Tan Cheng died, Brother Hao went in."

Zhong Wenze said truthfully: "However, Brother Xiao Ma has already run away, and he is fine."

"Well, the rivers and lakes matter."

Uncle Jian nodded, and seemed quite satisfied with the result: "Ah Hao has finally got what he wanted. His end is not miserable, but he is a little pony. I don't know where he is going to go."

Zhong Wenze took out a cigarette and passed one to Uncle Jian: "I still have to thank Brother Hao for this matter. If he hadn't resisted the matter alone, I probably wouldn't be able to get out."

"Ah Hao is definitely not a problem."

Uncle Jian took the cigarette and lit it, frowned and took a bite: "Speaking of loyalty, Uncle Jian also likes him."

talking.

He opened the seat beside him and signaled Zhong Wenze to sit down: "Next step, what's your plan, kid?"

(End of this chapter)