District 9

That night, all foreigners involved in the case were arrested and taken into custody, and thrown directly into the Songjiang Special No. 1 Prison.

After the case was handled, it was already seven or eight o'clock in the morning. Although Qin Yu was exhausted, he hurried to the hospital and visited Fu Xiaohao who had just come out of the operating room.

In the ward, Fu Xiaohao was lying on the bed, already asleep.

Qin Yu walked to the bed quietly, reached out to lift his quilt, looked down and saw a dozen centimeters long gauze on Fu Xiaohao's abdomen, still oozing blood.

"The bullet injured the colon. He can't eat regular food within a month. He can drink some porridge and some liquid food." The nurse whispered: "Oh, by the way, please pay attention to the connected esophagus and don't touch it."

Qin Yu felt even more resentful when he saw Fu Xiaohao injured like this.

"Dip Lingling!"

The phone rang. Qin Yu turned to Ding Guozhen and said, "Don't disturb him. I'll go out and take a call."

"Okay." Ding Guozhen seemed to be worried about her husband's daughter-in-law. She sat next to Fu Xiaohao and asked the nurse with a worried face: "He... he won't leave any sequelae, right?"

"Probably not." The nurse responded with a smile.

…

Outside the door, Qin Yu took the phone and asked, "What's wrong?"

"How is your brother?" After Wu Di had been in contact with Qin Yu for a while, he seemed to have figured out his character and knew what to ask to make the latter feel comfortable.

"It was quite heavy, but luckily I survived." Qin Yu responded in a low voice.

"That's good." Wu Di pondered for a while and said bluntly: "Lao Wang wants to punish you."

"I guessed it." Qin Yu frowned and replied, "I didn't give him face last night."

"He proposed to the police station that he use the underworld as a pilot project to improve public order and prepare for a severe crackdown." Wu Di chuckled and replied, "But, I didn't expect..."

"What didn't you expect?"

"I didn't expect Lao Feng to be so supportive of you. I heard that he called Wang Quan and said that Lao Wang was touching you just to touch him." Wu Di sighed and said, "Brother, can you teach me how you did it?" Do you have such a good relationship with the three directors?"

"Old Feng had a request for helping me. In addition, his friend Lao Yang was shot dead, and he had resentment in his heart, so he supported me." Qin Yu explained.

"No matter what, Lao Feng is willing to tell you the truth, which is a good thing." Wu Di replied with satisfaction: "If we keep trying to win over him, maybe he can really stand with us."

"Yes." Qin Yu paused for a while and then suddenly asked: "Do you need to leak the information in your hand now and let the shooting case last night continue to ferment?"

Wu Di thought about it for a long time: "It's a bit late."

"Why is it late?" Qin Yu asked.

"The people who run Lao Maozi are already on the way." Wu Di said well-informed: "Wait a little longer. If you want to use the things in your hand, you have to hit them with one hit."

Qin Yu's eyes were shocked: "You mean, these old guys will be...?!"

Wu Di was silent for a while and responded: "The one who died was a pimp, and the one who was injured was a police officer... Do you think the higher-ups will affect the city's airport construction because of this?"

…

At noon, inside the clubhouse.

James browsed the posts on the online social platform, and said to the third young master with a gloomy look: "Xu, take a look at this."

The third young master heard the sound and walked to the computer, bent down and looked at the computer screen.

"Gathering people together to have sex, gathering people to molest prostitutes, resisting arrest with guns, killing innocent people - are we attracting investment or are we bringing in gangsters?" ! 》

The title of the post is eye-catching and the content is extremely spicy. It describes the shooting incident last night in more detail. Moreover, the article was sharp, not only criticizing some leaders such as Lao Xu who advocated attracting investment, but also mainly criticizing Chalke Investment Bank.

James pointed at the computer screen and said with a serious expression: "Xu, I don't want to see such unscrupulous media reports again. They are slander."

The Third Young Master squinted at the poster and read out his online name softly: "An old guest who can't go home."

"Please use your connections to delete the post as soon as possible," James said without any doubt, "and don't allow it to continue to ferment."

"Little Delete them all.”

"Okay." Xiaoxing nodded.

"Mr. James," the third young master turned to look at the other party and said without any expression on his face: "...I also don't want to see this kind of meaningless negative news happen again during our cooperation."

James was stunned and blinked his blue eyes: "Of course."

…

Half past four in the afternoon.

A silver-gray business car parked at the gate of the Special Prison. Bruna in the car was wearing a fur coat and sitting with her legs crossed, looking very charming.

After a while.

The director of the EU Region Three Embassy stationed in Fengbei and the foreign lawyer led Tony and three European men out.

"I promise to God, I will kill the police officer named Qin Yu!" Tony cursed as he walked along: "I will saw off his legs and make him beg for mercy like a dog... .”

The car door popped open, Bruna frowned and shouted: "Idiot, get in the car quickly."

Inside the Black Street Superintendent.

Qin Yu took the phone and shouted: "Who asked you to let him go? Who asked you to let him go?!"

"Old Qin, don't get too excited. It was a bail order issued directly by the police station." The guard of the Special No. 1 Prison replied briefly: "It was signed directly by the director, and there is nothing we can do about it."

Qin Yu collapsed, mocking himself and scolding: "I can't catch people as fast as I can release them. How can I improve public security in this shitty environment?!"

"Old Qin, please be patient." The guard persuaded softly: "The roots are rotten, what role can we play?"

…

evening.

James browsed the social platform and saw that although the post about the shooting last night had been deleted, the amount of discussion about the case remained unabated. Someone even broke the news that all the main criminals were released on bail, so the Internet was filled with curses for a while...

"Who is this old Puke who can't go home?!" James was furious: "Damn it!"

"Convene a press conference in the name of the airport project to resolve this public relations crisis." Bruna's status is no less than James, so she made a suggestion in person: "The poor people here care about money, so let them see The money is ready.”

In the area to be planned, in a slightly empty room, a middle-aged man was eating noodles with his head down and looking through the posts posted by Park Ke.