Personal security

Chapter 73: Strolling in the Garden to Capture an Assassin

While Huang Lin was shocked, the three guys simultaneously pulled out daggers from their clothes. At this moment, Huang Lin realized that her feeling was correct...

She could see it, but Zhao Jianhui, who was sitting opposite her, naturally couldn't see it. In Huang Lin's opinion, Zhao Jianhui was still puffing smoke, pinching the cigarette butt with two fingers without noticing anything.

In fact, Zhao Jianhui had already felt it as early as the moment the three guys' expressions changed.

Huang Lin stood up, and with a single whip-flicking movement of elbows, she had already knocked the young man standing next to her out, and exclaimed in a delicate voice: "Director, there is an assassin behind us..."

Just as she shouted, the cigarette butt in Zhao Jianhui's hand had already drawn an arc, shooting directly into the eyes of a guy leaning behind her, and with the other hand, he pulled out two chopsticks from the cutlery tube on the table, sat still, and threw the chopsticks out with his backhand.

The cigarette butt pierced the young man's eyes. With a slight sizzling sound of frying meat, the guy threw away the dagger in his hand, covered his eyes and squatted down to scream. A chopstick suddenly shot out, and it was the first to arrive, and it directly pierced the eyes of another guy who was holding a dagger to stab Zhao Jianhui in the back.

After two screams, the two young men had already staggered and knocked over the table next to them and fell to the ground. The daggers fell out of their hands, and they rolled over and screamed with their hands covering their eyes.

Huang Lin may not be bragging. She may have really won the Sanda championship in the police academy. The young man was knocked back a few steps by her elbow, but he did not fall down. He rushed up again with a dagger in his hand.

Huang Lin's delicate body looked weak, but her movements were as agile as a leopard, punching, elbowing, kicking knees... The young man held a dagger in his hand, but was forced to push back by Huang Lin.

First, Huang Lin was really good at fighting, and second, this guy was obviously distracted by the fall of his two companions. He saw his companions "sacrificed heroically" before he could even start fighting. He lost all his advantages in a moment of shock. Huang Lin kicked him in the crotch and also swiped the dagger in his hand.

It was effortless for Zhao Jianhui to deal with these people. These chickens and dogs were simply unstoppable.

"Wow... Director... You are too fierce, aren't you?" After the fight was over, Huang Lin saw the fate of the two people just now. He couldn't help but open his mouth in shock and couldn't speak. In his excitement, the little girl mentality was revealed, and his eyes seemed to be full of little stars of admiration. The director's action of throwing chopsticks just now was so handsome, so cool, so handsome, so cool! !

The guy who was knocked to the ground by her kick screamed, rolled on the ground and got up. He looked around and saw that there was nothing to grab, so he grabbed the bowl of hot spicy soup on the table next to him.

"Howl..." A scream, heart-wrenching.

How could Zhao Jianhui give him this chance? The chopsticks in his hand flew out like lightning... The boiling oil soup spilled all over him without a drop left.

All the guests in the restaurant were dumbfounded, and they looked up to this young man who used a cigarette butt and two chopsticks to deal with three men.

"Secretary Huang, call the bureau to notify someone to take these three people back." Zhao Jianhui smiled faintly and said to Huang Lin who was a little dazed.

"Yes, Director... Do you... Do you know Qigong..." Huang Lin couldn't help asking while touching the phone.

Zhao Jianhui ignored her and said to the panicked diners: "Don't panic... I am Zhao Jianhui, the director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. These are several criminals who intend to take action. We have already controlled them. People from the bureau will be here soon. Everyone, take your seats and eat as you should. Don't panic. From now on, no matter where you are, as long as you encounter someone pretending to be a gangster, you can call 110 to report the incident. If any police dare not respond or help the bad guys bully the people, I will deal with him..."

Wow... This is the young director who was talked about in the streets today? No wonder he is the director. Look at his style. He has never left the bench from beginning to end. He just moved his fingers slightly, and several little hooligans with knives were blinded.

He dared to stab someone like him. He really had been blinded a long time ago.

When Huang Lin came out of the fried noodle restaurant, he followed behind Zhao Jianhui, thinking about something silently, and his eyes swept across Zhao Jianhui's back from time to time.

What kind of man is this person? He is so young and already in a high position, becoming the top leader of a city. It goes without saying that he must have a strong network of relationships behind him. What's rare is that he is not just an embroidered pillow as he thought at the beginning.

He has a keen observation and excellent and extraordinary skills. Such an excellent man must have a partner, right?

Thinking of this, Huang Lin couldn't help shrinking her neck and secretly spitting: "Bah, what are you thinking? What does it have to do with you whether he has a partner or not?"

The three gangsters were sent to the hospital, and naturally the police followed closely to "protect" them. Back in the yard of the Public Security Bureau, Zhao Jianhui turned around and looked at Huang Lin: "It's getting late, I'll go up and look at the information for a while, let Xiao Zhang take you back."

Xiao Zhang was the driver of the former Director Min. Now Zhao Jianhui has just taken office and is not familiar with the situation, so everything in the bureau remains the same, including the secretary and driver used by Min Jianxing.

"Director, I know what you mean by reading those materials. I... I want to talk to you about something, but I don't know if you..." Huang Lin regretted it a little after she finished saying this. Why should she be the director who wants to use someone?

"Haha, a secretary is not just about writing and drawing and handing in materials. Sometimes you have to be a good adviser to the leader. If you think you need to say something, just say it boldly. As for how to listen, that's the leader's business." Zhao Jianhui smiled and encouraged Huang Lin.

"Well, I know." The two of them went into the elevator and went upstairs. Back to the director's office, Zhao Jianhui personally poured a glass of water for Huang Lin: "I can't believe that you, a girl, are good at reaching out. This glass of water is my reward for you."

"Thank you, Director. Then I'll say it. If there is anything wrong, please criticize me more." Huang Lin reached out to take the cup, and her faint smile was even more charming.

"Well, you talk, I'm listening." Zhao Jianhui looked at this beautiful and messy female secretary, and thought that this girl's figure was comparable to Yuan Yiyi's.

"Director, when Director Min was here, he once adjusted the deputy director Zhang Aimin who was in charge of criminal investigation to be in charge of logistics..." Zhao Jianhui listened quietly, smiling from time to time to encourage Huang Lin to continue. The two talked for nearly two hours, no, it should be said that Huang Lin was talking and Zhao Jianhui was listening. When the conversation ended, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Although Huang Lin has not worked in the Public Security Bureau for a long time, because she has been in the central head office of the bureau for a period of time, she has seen a lot of things. Although Huang Lin's vision is limited and she still considers problems based on her own likes and dislikes, what she said can better reflect some real situations.

Zhao Jianhui listened and analyzed while comparing the hidden meanings contained in her words, and he was able to understand some things, which was more direct and more real than reading those boring files himself.

After finding out that Huang Lin's home was in a residential area in the south of the city, Zhao Jianhui did not call Xiao Zhang, and drove Huang Lin home himself after going downstairs. He planned to stay in the rest room in the office tonight, and did not think about going to Ye Qiuyu's place again.

When Zhao Jianhui was sending Huang Lin home, he saw a building with colorful neon lights flashing on the exterior at the southeast corner of the intersection while waiting for the red light at a crossroads near the south of the city. From the top of the building to the lobby on the first floor, the seven characters "Western Style Nightclub" were reflected in changing colors. The neon sign was more than 20 meters high, and it was magnificent.

"This is opened by the third son of the Ye family, the richest man in Dayun City. It is said that it is very lively inside..." Huang Lin saw Zhao Jianhui looking at the row of big characters through the front windshield, and said something as if he didn't care.

Zhao Jianhui smiled in his heart. What did this girl want to say? It was very lively inside? Was it meant to be?

At this moment, in the luxurious nightclub, the dim KTV room was filled with tuneless singing and laughter between men and women. A man in his thirties stood in the middle of the room with a bottle of beer in one hand and a microphone in the other, shouting a Northwest folk song sung by a celebrity, and occasionally taking a sip of beer.

There were several empty bottles on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and the other ten or so bottles of beer were all open. A girl and a young man sat crookedly on the corner of the sofa, and the bottle of red wine in front of them was already upside down.

The girl was not very old, she looked about sixteen or seventeen, she was wearing a V-neck short-sleeved sweatshirt on her upper body, a denim skirt on the bottom, gray cotton socks with a pair of black sneakers, and she looked very youthful. But it was obvious that she was a little out of touch with this season and the temperature at this time.

The man's shoulder was close to hers, and his head was almost on the girl's hair. The girl leaned half of her body on the sofa, and she seemed to be a little drunk. The man kept talking and laughing in a low voice, and the girl also talked to him intermittently. There was an ambiguous atmosphere between them, but they didn't feel cold.

The young man's surname was Ye, and his name was Ye Feng. He was the owner of this nightclub. The one singing was an old customer of the Ye Group, and his surname was Xie. Although he was only 35 or 36 years old, he was already a well-known rich man in the south. He was also good at speaking and handsome. This time he came to Dayun City to purchase a batch of mining equipment produced by the Ye Group.