The sergeant of the Anti-Gangster Group who was following behind him quickly ran up with his eyes shining, stopped Song Zijie's movement, and reached out to pick up the package.
He didn't expect that a troublesome job of accompanying the Complaints Bureau to find someone would actually lead to unexpected gains.
Zhang Pin didn't say anything else. The patrol officer had no right to follow up on drug cases. He ran up the stairs, ready to find marijuana.
The people in the Complaints Division did not expect that just a task of finding someone would lead to a drug transaction scene. Looking at the package of things in the hands of the police chief, it was obviously a lot.
However, this matter also had nothing to do with their job duties. After helping the anti-gangster chief to handcuff this guy, they also climbed upstairs.
Due to the delay in the previous conversation and exchange, by the time a few people went upstairs one after another, Cannabis Cheng could no longer be seen.
Zhang Pin did not give up and walked around the edge of the building to check. He even took out some 38 points and poked his head towards the edge from time to time.
The people in the Complaints Department were very calm. The guy wearing glasses took out his cell phone and started making a call, obviously preparing to report to his superiors.
"Climb up slowly and don't make any other moves that may cause me to misunderstand. I will shoot you at any time."
When the people from the Complaints Department saw his appearance, they quickly walked over to this side, and one of them boldly stuck his head out.
Then I saw Ma Chengzheng holding a rope with both hands and falling on the edge of the building. Looking at the other person's appearance, it was obvious that he had been prepared for it.
Cannabis was pointed at Dian Sanba, but he didn't dare to act rashly.
"Sir, be careful of the gun going off. I'm going to stand up now."
"Cannabis, we are from the Complaints Division, and now we suspect that you are related to a police beating case. Please cooperate with us."
The police officer from the Complaints Section who stuck his head out suddenly spoke out. Marijuana Cheng, who was still very nervous at first, immediately became relaxed.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, I was beaten by the police. I want to call the police. I want to call the police."
After learning that it was someone from the Complaints Against Police Division, he became bolder again, stood up quickly, and wanted to turn around.
Zhang Pin naturally couldn't let him be so arrogant.
"That bag of powder you just traded must be white powder. How pure it is? It should be enough to sentence you to life imprisonment."
Cannabis Cheng, who had just relaxed, suddenly became nervous again when he thought about his transaction being seen by the other party. Then he suddenly saw that he seemed not too far away from the building next door.
Hey!
So he gritted his teeth and kicked hard on the window sill at the edge of the building. He was in mid-air, obviously preparing to jump to the opposite building and run away.
boom!
A spark shot out from the point 38. It was of course impossible to miss at such a close distance.
The bullet entered the back of Marijuana's head, flew out through his mouth, and landed on the building opposite. The ricocheting sound was very loud at this moment.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Ahhhhh!"
"It's dead, it's dead!"
Cannabis Cheng's body paused in the air for a moment, and then fell directly downwards, hitting a stall selling fish balls. Dense gaps appeared in the transparent glass instantly, and then blood seeped through the gaps into the fish balls being cooked below.
inside the pot.
The originally off-white thick soup quickly turned brown due to the addition of blood, and the tender white fish balls floating in the soup were also dyed black.
The added blood also lowered the temperature of the thick soup. The fish balls floating on the surface never floated again after sinking to the bottom.
"Who asked you to shoot?"
The bespectacled Complaints Bureau police officer looked at the chaotic streets and asked angrily on the rooftop.
Zhang Pin focused all his attention on the .38 that still had smoke coming out. When the barrel of the gun cooled down a little, he put the gun back into the holster on his waist, and then pressed the intercom to report to the main station.
"Thank you for taking the time after get off work to come to the Complaints Section."
It was already night outside, but the police headquarters was still brightly lit. There was a row of people sitting directly opposite. At a glance, they all had flowers on their epaulettes.
The person who spoke was the man with glasses from the Complaints and Complaints Department who was watching Zhang Pin shoot from the rooftop. His words were naturally directed at Zhang Pin opposite him.
Although the word was "thank you" in words, there was no hint of gratitude in the tone.
"It's not easy to ask you to come here. I don't know what rank you are, Wan Chai Police Station uniformed patrol sergeant Zhang Pin."
Although the man with glasses had a bad tone, he still followed police rules. The person who spoke behind was a female police officer, and she didn't even try to hide it.
"I'm sorry, I was on vacation some time ago and just went to work today. No, I rushed over as soon as I received your notice."
Zhang Pin didn't pay attention to the other party's tone. He sat upright, but what he said was not so pleasant.
Some people on the opposite side were angry for a while, but they couldn't find anything wrong with him. After all, this time at least he was summoned as a matter of routine.
"I don't think there is any need to say more about the reason why we summoned you."
The policewoman could only continue to exert pressure and her tone became even more rude.
"No, of course it is necessary. Today is my first day at work. What did your complaint department want to do with me? I didn't beat up a drug dealer."
If the other party is not polite, of course he cannot follow the other party.
Sure enough, the policewoman was furious for a while, and what she wanted to say was blocked in her stomach. So she turned her head and gestured towards the man with glasses.
"You shot and killed five people in less than three months from March this year to now."
The man with glasses picked up the information in his hand and read the text with evasive eyes, wondering if he was thinking of some scary scene.
"They are all criminals, and my shooting was justified."
The policewoman suddenly interrupted at this time.
"You have killed four people in one month since you became the police chief, and every one of them was in the head."
There are many traps hidden in her words.
"Sorry, the situation is urgent, I didn't think too much about it."
Zhang Pin did not go out of his way to defend this point.
"Have you ever regretted it?"
The policewoman continued to follow up.
"I wrote a report and had a psychological evaluation after every shooting."
Zhang Pin looked at it sternly.
"That's not an answer."
The policewoman obviously refused to let him go.
"No, I don't regret it."
"Don't you dream about those people when you sleep? Those people whose bodies were exploded by you?"
It turns out that they were going to start with psychological issues.
"It is natural for the police to catch thieves."
Zhang Pin spoke after a moment of silence.
"You think you represent justice and can directly try those criminals and sentence them to death. I have read your information. Your parents were both killed by criminals. Do you hate criminals so much? Are there any personal factors involved?"
As a result, this answer did not silence the policewoman, but instead pressed her even harder.
This time Zhang Pin remained silent for longer, and the scene became tense.