Personal security

Chapter 32: A Real Man

At first, Fei Niu was really confused, but when he saw Zhao Jianhui's lukewarm look, he suddenly seemed to understand and asked with a trembling voice: "That Director Wan, is it Wan Danian from the Binhai District Public Security Bureau?"

Zhao Jianhui smiled and nodded: "You are quite knowledgeable."

"Humph, I didn't break the law, why do you close my shop?" Fei Niu said, but moved towards the door. "I advise you to wait here honestly, otherwise, I will find you even if you run to the horizon." Zhao Jianhui said slowly behind him.

"Your mother is next door, you are the only one here, and you still want to keep me here? Really..." Fei Niu fell to the door, turned back and cursed, quickened his pace and ran out.

Zhao Jianhui shook his head, reached out and grabbed the bottle of red wine that they had just placed in front of Liu Qian, raised his hand, and the bottle of wine made a graceful arc and flew towards Fei Niu's head.

The changes in the art case shocked Gu Xiaopeng's head. Seeing the wine bottle hit Fei Niu's head with a "bang", Fei Niu staggered two steps and fell to the ground with a clang. The red wine bottle shattered on his head. I don't know whether it was red wine or blood that had been drenched all over his head.

"Ah..." Liu Qian's classmates screamed, and Liu Qian's little hand couldn't help but tightly grasp Zhao Jianhui's hand. She trembled for a while, and then slowly exhaled. It was really shocking. How could this person just start a fight? That was a red wine bottle that hit two kilograms of wine. If it hit someone's head, wouldn't it kill the person?

Fei Niu's three accomplices rushed out of the door, and when they ran out of the box, they were shocked to find that a pretty woman was standing quietly in the corridor not far from the door of the room. The woman had a light purple handbag on her white arm, and in her right hand was a shiny black pistol, with the black muzzle facing the people who ran out of the door. "Go back, otherwise, bullets don't have eyes."

In the magnificent room, the atmosphere was extremely depressing. The gangsters with Fei Niu had dragged Fei Niu into the room. Hu Meimei stood quietly at the door of the room playing with the small pistol in her hand. It was a very small Type 92 pistol, and the blue flange paint gave people a heavy feeling.

Since she was equipped with a gun, Hu Meimei had only had the opportunity to pull out the holster of this gun when she was supporting someone. Unexpectedly, she used it today. Although she didn't shoot, Hu Meimei was still very happy in her heart.

I heard that the Ministry of Public Security will soon launch a 9MM revolver pistol. This is the first real police-specific pistol in China, but I don't know what kind of power it will have?

After the police fired the gun, they still have to deal with a lot of review work. Did they fire the wrong gun? Who should be held responsible if they fired the wrong gun? Should the relevant leaders be held responsible? Various barriers have made the police from top to bottom hope to fire less and cause less trouble. Grassroots police have always been under tremendous psychological pressure.

The new police revolver can fire rubber bullets. The design of this bullet is widely believed to relieve this pressure. Rubber bullets are not lethal, and ordinary bullets are extremely lethal. Police can choose bullets according to actual conditions, which should help police increase their law enforcement capabilities.

In the new era of human rights supremacy, after all, "the right to life of criminals should also be respected."

Now, looking at Zhao Jianhui sitting on the chair calmly, no one thinks he is bragging just now. Just when everyone in the room was a little uneasy and didn't know who Zhao Jianhui was, a team of policemen in distinctive armor walked in under the leadership of Qian Ming.

Looking at the watch on his wrist, Zhao Jianhui nodded with satisfaction. It was very good. Qian Ming only took eight minutes from receiving his call to here.

"Report to the director, the deputy commander of the criminal investigation team, Qian Ming, has arrived on orders. Please give instructions." Qian Ming, who was wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt and navy blue police pants, was very majestic. He walked in front of Zhao Jianhui and saluted.

"Well, very good, take these guys back and interrogate them properly, especially the one lying there. He is not just an ordinary gangster. It is said that he has even chopped the police." Zhao Jianhui pointed at the three guys squatting on the ground, and paid special attention to the fat cow who fainted on the ground. I think Qian Ming will definitely interrogate him properly after taking him back.

It was not until the police escorted the four guys out that Liu Qian and her classmates were completely relieved. It was at this time that she realized that her hand had been tightly grasping Zhao Jianhui's hand without knowing when, and her palm was full of fragrant sweat.

Zhao Jianhui gently pulled out his hand, smiled and whispered to Liu Qian: "It looks like you haven't eaten yet? Now it's okay. If you want to eat here, you can eat and leave. I have something else to do, so I'll go back first."

"Ah, I know!" Liu Qian's heart was beating like a deer. It was safe and secure to stay with this man, so that she had unknowingly regarded him as an old friend she had known for many years. Until this moment, Liu Qian suddenly remembered that she was not really familiar with him.

Is it because of me? Did he arrest Zhang Jie's people and seal up Bi Hai Yun Tian because of me? Oh my God, Bi Hai Yun Tian, ​​even if I don't care much about street gossip, I know that Bi Hai Yun Tian seems to have a great background in Huanghai City.

Will this cause him trouble? So young, he... what kind of director is he? Zhao Jianhui's name gradually became famous on the streets of Huanghai. However, as a person who flies in the sky all day long and basically doesn't have much time to take vacations at home, Liu Qian really has never heard of Zhao Jianhui's heroic deeds. She doesn't know who Zhao Jianhui is. What kind of people are normal.

Several of Liu Qian's classmates all looked at Qi Liuqian, somewhat complaining in their hearts. You are not treating guests to dinner. It is more Hongmen Banquet than Hongmen Banquet. Although you did Liu Bang yourself once, such exciting scenes are rare in your life. .

Liu Qian frowned, looked at Zhao Jianhui, and said in a low voice: "You...can you stay with us for a while?" Zhao Jianhui scratched his head, and knew that Liu Qian wanted to repair the relationship between classmates. Relationship, after all, if she left like this without even knowing what to eat, many of these people might not even be friends with her in the future. However, is there any point in forcing oneself to cherish a friendship that is easily distorted when encountering a slight setback?

Zhao Jianhui turned around and smiled slightly, then glanced at the people with different expressions in the room, and said with a chuckle: "Let's just stop here tonight, because everyone won't be able to eat. I'll be the host in two days, and then I'll do it again." Treat everyone to a nice meal.”

These people are frightened, and their fear has not dissipated. Even if they are forced to sit down, no one may be able to eat. I was eager to hear a word of disbandment, and when I heard Zhao Jianhui say that we would stop here tonight, before Liu Qian could say anything, they walked out faster than the other.

Gu Xiaopeng was the last one to leave. When he left, he didn't know why he looked at Zhao Jianhui deeply for seven or eight times. Maybe, if he does his part as a man, then he can be called a real man. .

No matter what Liu Qian was thinking, Zhao Jianhui said to Hu Meimei: "Let's go, it's getting late, I'll see you off."

"You... no need, my home is nearby, just two minutes away." Liu Qian's voice was so soft, it made people's hearts gurgling. But there was still a slight hint of panic in his voice.

"Haha, Director, my home is also nearby. I don't need you to send me there. I think you have to drive back alone." Hu Meimei smiled, reached out and grabbed Liu Qian's hand: "Sister, is your home the same?" From Jincheng Community?”

Seeing Liu Qian nodding, Hu Meimei smiled even brighter: "My family also lives in Jincheng. It's just right. Let's go back together." Even a ghost can see that this little girl has a very ambiguous relationship with Director Zhao. She is like a fairy. She was already likeable, but with the addition of Zhao Jianhui's relationship, Hu Meimei's attitude towards her became even more intimate.

When the two of them came out of Wang Er Fried Chicken Restaurant holding hands, they were already as close as a pair of sisters. Looking at the two women standing side by side waving to him, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but shake his head and smile, accelerating a little. , Overbearing has slowly slid out.

Not long after, Zhao Jianhui felt the vibration of his phone. He took it out and looked at it. It was a text message from Liu Qian: "Brother, I'm already home. Thank you very much. I'll treat you to dinner next time I'm off work. Don't refuse then." I, I already know what you do, Chief!"

This Liu Qian is very interesting. She has the courage to call her brother when she calls and sends text messages, but she has never had the nerve to do so in front of her.

The car stopped in front of the row of buildings where he lived. Zhao Jianhui thought about the soft cry when he received Liu Qian's call: "Brother, I have something to do here, please come up..." He couldn't help but think of Zhao Xiaoting, There is a soft, sweet feeling in my heart.

Humming in his mouth: "I am a soldier..." He went upstairs, turned around the stairs, and saw a woman sitting in front of her door with her head lowered and her head in her crotch. The black dress makes people's hearts flutter.

This woman must have been drunk. You could smell the alcohol on her body from two meters away.

"Hey, what are you doing, do you want to go home and sleep?" Zhao Jianhui stopped and called out in a low voice.

The woman raised her slightly hazy sleepy eyes, and Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but be stunned. This woman turned out to be Ye Qiuyu. What is she doing?

"You little bastard, you're finally back? If you don't come back, I will sit in front of your house all night." Ye Qiuyu stood up as he spoke. He didn't know whether it was because he had been sitting cross-legged for too long or because he had been drinking. , his body actually didn't stand firm, he staggered two steps, and his round butt almost pressed against Zhao Jianhui's body.

"Where did you drink this? Why did you come here if you didn't go home when you were drunk?" Zhao Jianhui said, reaching out to help her, wondering how Ye Qiuyu came here, it seems that he didn't see it downstairs. Her car?

"What are you doing? I'm not drunk, I'm just a little numb. Don't take advantage of me with the excuse of helping me." Ye Qiuyu turned around and rolled his eyes at Zhao Jianhui. When he saw Zhao Jianhui standing stupidly, he blushed angrily. Lip: "What are you looking at? Have you never seen it before or something? I told you to open the door. My legs are numb."

He took out the key and opened the door. The moment he closed the door, Zhao Jianhui realized that Ye Qiuyu was actually holding a convenience bag in his hand. "What's this?"