"Sir, I will cooperate with the police and the people..." Wang Hai took advantage of Li Ying to check the wound, quickly stood up, ran out of the church, and shouted to a large group of policemen.

It's a pity that the talk hasn't come down yet.

This is what it means to be in a high position. You have to socialize every day and you are not allowed to move as fast as you want. This is how you get your beer belly.

Sir Huang is no exception.

Wang Hai's actions frightened the police officers outside. He raised two guns high and knelt on the ground, saying that it was a little strange to surrender.

The gangsters do things most unconventionally. The policeman at the front looked at the surroundings, turned around and walked towards Sir Huang's car. There were fallen people everywhere. I say this just to be precise. Who knows?

No one plays dead.

Just as I took a step forward, there was a gunshot and a scream behind me, followed by cracking...

Ah this...

Hearing gunshots again, Sir Huang couldn't think of anything anymore. He unbuckled his seat belt without ribs, picked up the gun of kindness in his hand, and got out of the car.

The name of this gun is called the Gun of Kindness. Zhou Xiaoxing obtained it. In order to match the name, Huang Sir never loaded the gun.

They say kindness means not hurting others.

Only he can come up with this idea, and he has to discuss it with Zhou Xiaoxing no matter what. In a sense, he can be regarded as his lucky general.

Can't you? After meeting him, there will be no stumbling blocks on his future. In one sentence, if there are no accidents, he can become the chief of police and retire smoothly.

So beautiful.

Speaking of which, where is that handsome boy Zhou Xiaoxing?

Sir Huang pushed aside the crowd and walked to the front. He saw only two people in his field of vision. One was kneeling on the ground with his head lowered. There were two machine guns on the left and right sides, looking like he was repenting. The other was pointing a gun at the kneeling person.

The body is crooked, the face is pale, and there is excessive blood loss.

These are not the point.

"Where's Zhou Xiaoxing?"

Li Ying finally managed to hold on until Sir Huang arrived, but he didn't expect that this person didn't care about where the gunfire came from, or about the situation of this case, so he just asked an outsider.

Isn’t that right? Is Zhou Xiaoxing a police officer? No, that’s fine.

The police are really showing off, don’t you have to ask Zhou Xiaoxing to solve the case?

It was the embassy's decision to hire someone. Even if Li Ying didn't want to, he could still solve the case.

"He's not here." Li Ying walked to the team step by step and lay in the arms of a clerk. If the blood continued to flow like this, he would be the first policeman to die from excessive blood loss.

It would be unpleasant to hear this spread. He is still young and still wants to live.

"Send the report to my desk tomorrow morning, and you can return to your own ring." Sir Huang glanced around the door of the church to make sure he didn't see Zhou Xiaoxing, and sighed.

It's not easy to find a like-minded friend, but I can't see him all the time. His boss Zhou Xingxing is always hanging around, especially in the past few days, and he insists on asking for leave.

Boss, you don’t have to fight so hard to chase girls.

It’s not his fault, the most important thing in Xiangjiang is girls.

"Sir Huang?"

Li Ying has closed his eyes and is enjoying the half-day holiday with peace of mind. In the past, this report would have to be handed in when he returned to the mission. Today, I wonder what kind of good thing Sir Huang has, and he can hand it in tomorrow.

Let's leave tomorrow's affairs to tomorrow. He doesn't want to spend half of today in the hospital. He wants to talk to Zhou Xiaoxing no matter what, how to practice his clairvoyance.

It's not for his own benefit. He just wants to handle the case and doesn't want to waste taxpayers' money. It would be best if he gets a promotion and extra labor.

"Huh?" Huang Sir responded gruffly. He was disgusted by the corpses all over the place. Sirs from the crime team were all like this. They didn't care about the bullets at all when they fired.

A solution that can be solved with one shot will increase the pain of others. Besides, it will waste more bullets.

"Is Song Zihao inside?"

The former boss of Asia's largest counterfeit banknote group a few years ago, wasn't he in jail? Why, he was released.

Sir Huang's business skills are very good. As soon as Li Ying said Song Zihao's name, relevant information appeared in his mind, but he didn't have a role in this case before, so he didn't pay attention to it later.

He didn't speak, took a step back, looked at Li Ying with focused eyes, and continued, what happened to Song Zihao later?

Brother, I’m still injured and bleeding. Why are you listening to the story of a legendary former boss at this time?

Li Ying turned his face and subconsciously touched the wound. It was very painful and he couldn't open his mouth.

"Forget it, I don't think you can say anything. I'll ask him personally and carry him away."

At first, Li Ying was lying in the arms of a waiter. A stretcher was brought from the car behind and he was carried by two waiters. Since the bar owner did not mention any casualties when calling the police, Sir Huang did not notify the medical staff.

The stretcher is also a folding bed used by their police officers to take a temporary rest while monitoring the prisoners for a long time.

Song Zihao walked out at this time. In addition to dealing with the beginning and end of the church, he was also stalling for time for Fourth Brother and the others to leave.

I just didn't expect that after such a long time, not a single policeman came in, but I heard a few gunshots. He finished the cleaning work in his hands and lay down at the door to watch.

Seeing Li Ying being carried away, when Sir Huang approached the door, he took the initiative to come out.

It has been said that he is a former boss, and those things have nothing to do with him now. He has been in prison for several years, and his xinxing is gone.

On the surface everyone can see this, but deep down what is unknown is that his younger brother Song Zijie is also a police officer.

Because of him, Song Zijie couldn't realize his ambition, what an injustice.

Just because he was in bad shape in the past does not mean that Song Zijie is also a bad person. He has a lot of things to say and will not bring harm to his wife and children, let alone his younger brother.

Before Zhou Xiaoxing left, she patted his shoulder and whispered: "You did it for Ajie."

This is a good opportunity.

"Sir Huang, I am Song Zihao." He stretched out his hand with a smile on his face, very humble.

"Hello." Sir Huang looked up and down at the man in front of him. He didn't have the aura of a high-spirited boss at all, but looked more like a humble and low-key elder brother.

He is still wearing the clothes of a taxi driver, which means that he is doing the right thing now.

Sir Huang stretched out his hand and added: "Brother Hao, where is your current job?"

People should not be judged by their appearance, let alone the person who appears here, he is definitely not a taxi master.

"Sir Huang, are you joking? I work in a car dealership now as a driver. My car is over there."

Song Zihao stretched out his finger and pointed at a red taxi not far away, with a smile on his face. That caution did not match that face at all.

It’s really like that.

Sir Huang smiled slightly. He had to go back if there was nothing to do. He was very busy now.

"Sir Huang, don't leave yet. I want to ask about my younger brother Song Zijie."

Yes, he also has a younger guy who works as an errand.

"Song Zijie, he is not with me, but with Sir Peng. I will ask you if you have time."

This is the truth. If Song Zihao didn’t mention it, he wouldn’t even know that Song Zijie existed.

"Thank you very much, would you like to give you a ride?" Song Zihao nodded slightly and thanked him. He knew that this was enough. He was going to explain his situation in front of Sir Huang today, as long as it would not affect the younger brother.

"No." Huang Sir waved his hand. He still had several reports to write and also needed to find Zhou Xiaoxing. Besides, he had his own car.

It’s either not to give Song Zihao face, or to tell the truth.

"By the way, Sir Huang, Zhou Xiaoxing asked me to let you know. He is waiting for you in Sir Peng's office."

"Really, then, Brother Hao, just take a look at Song Zijie. I have always been very optimistic about him."

Ah this...
Chapter completed!