Monster 1

In the arrest operation that night, the police successfully captured four drug addicts. After later identification, the four were all the children of high-ranking officials in Beicheng.One of them is the only son of Yan Yun, the president of Beicheng University.

Yan Yun, as the president of Beicheng University and the leader of a first-class university in China, has no way to teach his son. When his son was arrested, he uttered nonsense and attacked the police staff—the one who attacked was a tall and weak policeman Lu Moumou, with a face There were a few traces of scratches on them.

This incident undoubtedly set off an uproar in all walks of life. The pressure of public opinion from all sides forced Yan Yun to be suspended as the principal, and several other senior officials were also inspected by the procuratorate.

But what is really dramatic is that after waking up, those arrested high-ranking officials faced the national procuratorate personnel who came to observe the interrogation. A long list of good partners who used to take drugs together on weekdays, blackened the faces of many prosecutors.

This time, more than half of the upper-class people in Beicheng were completely involved.

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At this time, in a courtyard in the western suburbs.

A man wearing a black Tang suit embroidered with golden dragons was sitting on a bamboo recliner in the middle of the hall, tapping his fingers on the small coffee table next to him, and scrolling through Weibo slowly.

"The people from the procuratorate are here. I won't be here for long." After reading the relevant news and hot comments, the man clenched his fist and hammered the back of his neck that was aching, and turned towards Zhou He who was standing beside him. Stretched out his hand: "Help me up."

Zhou He's complexion was not good-looking, his whole body was tense, and he was obviously afraid of this man.But she obediently stretched out her hand and held the man's arm.

But who would have thought that as soon as the man stood up, he grabbed Zhou He's arm with his backhand and threw her out of the way. His forehead even knocked on the corner of the short couple, making a long cut.

Zhou He got up expressionlessly, and did not wipe the blood on his forehead, allowing it to flow on his face into a strange horror film, and said in a cold tone, "I'm sorry."

"My dear daughter, dad doesn't want to hear you say sorry every time." Zhou Bingwen walked to Zhou He's side very gently, and wiped her cheeks with his handkerchief: "It's just that you often let me down, baby."

After thoroughly wiping Zhou He's face clean, Zhou Bingwen folded the handkerchief and put it into a glass filled with clean water, and waved his hand until the water inside was completely stained red: "Yan Fei, Please treat her wound."

Feng Yanfei sat motionless on the chair, watched Zhou He's wound bleed again, and looked at Zhou Bingwen in a blink of an eye: "How about the loss caused by your precious daughter?"

"I will pay according to the market price. After all, we have been cooperating for so many years. There is no need to cause too much trouble because of a stronghold." Zhou Bingwen used declarative sentences, and he did not give Feng Yanfei too much time to think , Then he continued: "But I heard from my subordinates, Yan Fei, you stayed in the bar for more than ten minutes after all the staff retreated, and finally... brought a girl out? This is because you fell in love with our shop Which waiter is there? Or he helped us take a hostage out."

"Instead of asking me about my plans here, it's better to take good care of your precious daughter first. And this..." Feng Yanfei frowned and looked at Xie Zhian, and said with some disgust: "Don't be with your precious daughter." Like a daughter."

Xie Zhi'an laughed, and said with the address that Lu Yunzhang often used: "Sister Feng, do you have a problem with me, or with the Xie family?"

"It's not an opinion, it's just a disdain for you young children who always make decisions on the spur of the moment."

"Impulse? Impulse is a human instinct. Anger, love|desire, and hatred will all stimulate this instinct. Regardless of age, for example, Zhou He let go of those two people, or for example." Xie Zhi'an slowed down, slowly Turning the tip of the knife to Feng Yanfei: "The policeman you brought out."

"..."

"Zhi'an, it's fine, don't force yourself like this." Zhou Bingwen was very satisfied with Xie Zhi'an's words, but he didn't show it on his face, and continued like a peacemaker: "It must be very good for Yan Fei to stay here on a special trip." important person?"

Realizing that he was getting more and more wrong now, Feng Yanfei simply replied ambiguously: "Whether it matters or not depends on the performance of the special investigation team, not on me."

That's the end of everything, but Zhou Bingwen also thought about the little girl brought out by Feng Yanfei in his heart - it seemed that Feng Yanfei still valued that girl.

But it was good, there was finally something that could hold her back.

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After Feng Yanfei left, Zhou Bingwen called Xie Zhian and his personal assistant to his study.

The decoration style of Zhou Bingwen's study is the same as his own daily wear, from the small paperweight on the table to the large chandelier on the ceiling, all in black, making people feel extremely depressed just by looking at it.

"Zhi'an, you should have heard what Zhou He said, right? We have a police insider here."

"I heard a little bit, have you caught it now?"

"No, that's why I wanted to ask you if you have any clues here." Zhou Bingwen rubbed his eyebrows, and his whole body exuded a feeling of old age: "Our first task now is to find him out, otherwise in the future There's still big trouble."

Xie Zhi'an was not confused by Zhou Bingwen's deliberate exhaustion, he just said as usual: "Second Uncle, if you have no thoughts, then you wouldn't ask me to ask."

Zhou Bingwen, who was originally standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, turned around and looked at Xie Zhi'an with sharp eyes.After a while, he turned around and walked to the desk, opened the first drawer on the left, and took out a book: "Of course I have thoughts, but I just asked you to judge whether my thoughts are right or not."

Before Xie Zhian could react, Zhou Bingwen quickly took out a gun from the book-shaped box, and pointed the gun directly at his silent personal assistant.

"Li Qiang, I think I treat you well, so why do you come to fight against me?"

Xie Zhi'an turned his head to look at Li Qiang who had been standing by his side with somewhat playful eyes—it was a rather tall man wearing a pair of metal-rimmed glasses, and he watched calmly as he attempted to shoot and kill Li Qiang. Get rid of your own Zhou Bingwen.

And it looks too familiar, a little too familiar.

Perhaps it was the first time that he had such close contact with an 'undercover', Xie Zhi'an was a little excited, he actually smiled at Li Qiang, and then backed away a little to prevent Zhou Bingwen from hurting himself by mistake.

Zhou Bingwen is a suspicious person by nature, until now he has not completely believed in Xie Zhi'an - it can't be said that he doesn't believe it, but he has always felt that his nephew seems to be more like a 'good man'.

But from the current point of view, his various behaviors are not like what a 'good man' should do.

Zhou Bingwen's hesitation also made Xie Zhi'an understand the current situation: Zhou Bingwen should be suspicious of his personal assistant, but so far he has no accurate evidence pointing to Li Qiang, so he came to test himself.

But Li Qiang...

Xie Zhi'an stretched his waist, and said lazily: "Lu Yunli is still wary of me, and I don't know much about insiders. But I probably know the name of the person, and it may be related to your affairs. It's kind of related."

"Who?"

"Do you still remember what happened at the beginning of last year at Sun Siyun's side? He killed a woman named Sun Jing. In the end, things got out of control and he was accused of committing suicide by an official in prison... It's far away. I once heard Lu Yun I mentioned Sun Jing's husband, Jing Zhen."

Zhou Bingwen's pupils shrank slightly, and he repeated uncertainly: "Jing Zhen?"

"Huh?" Xie Zhi'an thought for a while: "That's the name, this kind of person whose wife was killed is the most suitable to be an undercover agent with hatred."

Although Lu Yunli had already been scolded in his heart, Xie Zhian still performed the play well.

Zhou Bingwen asked: "Then how did you suspect him?"

"Suspicion? This can't be regarded as suspicion. I'm just telling you what Lu Yunli told me." Xie Zhi settled down for a while, and then said: "Lu Yunli is the same as his brother, with special twists and turns in his head. A lot. Since I arrived at the police station, the most common thing I have heard is about the anti-gangster case a year ago-I have already said that it is not a good choice for you to go in. It is impossible for Lu Yunli to think that I am real. Some time ago, he suddenly mentioned this person to me, because he said that day was the day when Sun Jing died."

Zhou Bingwen asked, "So?"

"It's impossible for him to talk about such a person who has never been exposed to the public in front of me for no reason. According to common sense, that is, Lu Yunzhi's personal personality factors, Jing Zhen will never be an undercover agent. But..."

"Ok?"

"It's also very likely that he wanted to confuse the public, because it's not uncommon to kill people by mistake because of the established impression of a person. So to be on the safe side, it's better to solve both. This Sun Qiang? And that one doesn't know if it exists or not." Jing Zhen. To avoid unnecessary trouble."

"it is good."

Surprisingly, Zhou Bingwen didn't continue to ask any more questions, but only told Xie Zhian a few words before letting him go out first.

"Qin Zhen." Zhou Bingwen swept everything off the table with a violent wave of his hand: "Sun Qiang, let me ask you, are you from the police?"

Sun Qiang replied without changing his face: "You have already made a conclusion in your heart, and it is useless for me to say more."

Zhou Bingwen adjusted the expression on his face to a relatively normal state, then raised his head and smiled at Sun Qiang, and pointed his gun at him again: "Of course."

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