Since the quarrel with He Yuzheng's two groups, Wang Daolin has not returned home. On the one hand, he has to take charge of the daily work of the superintendent, and on the other hand, he has to frantically execute Lao Li's orders. He is extremely busy every day.
However, the rewards of this high-intensity work are also very rich. When Lao Li was not prosperous, he joined the core cadres of the past. After another two or three years, he worked in the General Administration as a deputy director-level cadre.
There must be no problem at all.
Of course, the premise of all this is that Lao Li must be strong and cannot fall!
Back in the lounge, Wang Daolin took off his sweat-smelling clothes and prepared to take a cold shower and then have a good sleep.
After not going home for so many days, his wife complained about him a lot, and his son missed him too. Yesterday when Wang Daolin went out to do errands, he passed by a cosmetics store and bought some gifts for his wife. He looked at the gift box naked and placed it on the
Put it on the bedside table so that you can remind yourself to pick it up when you get back.
"Boom!"
As soon as Wang Daolin walked to the bathroom, he heard a knock on the door: "Who is it?"
"Director, something's happened!"
"Come in and say it's unlocked," Wang Daolin replied.
A police sergeant walked in quickly and immediately reported: "Just now, a staff officer from the garrison headquarters called and said that Zhou Peng was suspected of a garrison arms trafficking case. Their pickets were already investigating. In the past two days, they
He will recommend someone to us."
"Local laws have the highest priority, why are you mentioning the chicken-feathered man?" Wang Daolin replied with raised eyebrows.
"It's hard to say how things are prioritized. After all, the reason they did it is that they are suspected of arms trafficking. If it is true, then we really have to hand over people." The police chief reminded: "It's normal for local governments to let troops go.
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Wang Daolin thought for a long time and then gave a concise order: "They are doing this just to rescue Zhou Peng and give Zhang Ming a platform. If people are not free, the goal will not be achieved. If you do this, if they really do this, you will
He was released, and then reported to the General Administration for the supervision department to intervene. As long as Zhou Peng dares to appear in public, I will continue to arrest him immediately. Also, if the other party forces him to be released, then his subordinates will be swept away on a large scale.
No one will be spared if there is something wrong. Let me see how many arms trafficking cases they can make!"
"Awesome, sure!" The police chief nodded.
"Eat him." Wang Daolin yawned: "Okay, I'll take a bath and go to bed."
…
In the "dog cage" downstairs.
Zhou Peng lay on the cement floor with pain all over his body, feeling like his bones were about to fall apart.
This dog cage is only over one meter high and half a meter wide. It is difficult to even turn around. It is really similar to a cement coffin, and there is no electric light. People in it will be extremely depressed.
However, these methods are of no use to Zhou Peng. When he was young, he suffered far more from running on the road than he does now.
To be honest, apart from Dong Pengyu, none of the branch presidents of the Coders Association can save fuel. This was the case for Xu Hu back then, and it is the same for Zhou Peng now.
Lying on the ground, Zhou Peng blinked his eyes. After thinking about it, he still felt that he had to find a way out and couldn't be isolated here.
This kind of escape does not mean forcing Wang Daolin to let him go, because this is impossible, but it can still be done by finding a way to go to the police station hospital.
The police station hospital is crowded with people, including doctors, sick suspects, and police officers from various functional departments. He can get in touch with them, so that he can find out the news from the outside. But he has to be locked in Zhanan District.
Superintendent, it's completely cool, because all the people here are Wang Daolin's people, and there is no room for movement at all.
Thinking of this, Zhou Peng felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.
Damn it, were you really hit and injured internally?
Zhou Peng moved his body and ignored the pain in his heart. He just kicked the iron railing with his feet: "I can't stand it anymore. I'm going to die... My chest hurts!"
"Stop shouting!" the police officer in charge yelled with his eyes wide open: "Are you looking for a beating?"
Just like that, Zhou Peng started to mess around again.
…
Beside a street in Longcheng.
Yu Mingyuan was sitting in the car eating stinky tofu, turned to look at the laptop placed on the passenger seat, and pressed the space bar with his little finger.
This computer is connected using a wireless network card, and the network card was purchased in Sinalo from a small telecommunications company. The network is very unstable, but fortunately there is no way to trace the source.
After pressing the space bar, a man's face appeared on the computer screen. The man was in his thirties and was wearing casual clothes.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm going to make 130 million munitions." Yu Mingyuan said while eating.
"You can't move this. If it moves, it will be a thunder." The other party said without hesitation: "Why did you think of doing it?"
"It's hard for me to explain it clearly to you in one sentence or two." Yu Mingyuan paused and replied, "I will send you the plan later. You can take a look."
"Are you so insistent?"
"Yes!" Yu Mingyuan nodded.
"...Have you considered the consequences?" the other party asked again.
"I have considered it." Yu Mingyuan wiped the corners of his mouth and said without any change in his expression: "In the worst case, I will separate the family."
The other party was stunned for a moment: "What kind of separation?"
"Second cutting, I will take the obedient people to withdraw." Yu Mingyuan replied with calm eyes.
After the words fell, the two of them were relatively silent.
…
In the early morning, around 1:30, Wang Daolin fell on the bed and fell asleep.
"Dong dong dong!"
There was a rapid knock on the door.
Wang Daolin opened his eyes drowsily and shouted: "Who is it?!"
"Director, Director, open the door, something happened!" A shout sounded outside the door.
Wang Daolin rubbed his eyes, stepped out of bed, and opened the door: "What are you doing?"
"Zhou... something happened to Zhou Peng. He has been convulsing. He needs to go to the hospital!"
"Where is he acting?!"
"It's not like that this time! He's foaming at the mouth and there's blood!" the police chief replied urgently.
"Horse riding!"
Wang Daolin pulled on his coat, put it on his shoulders and shouted: "Let's go over and have a look!"
The two rushed into the corridor and ran downstairs very quickly. They soon arrived at the door of the dog cage, and at this moment Zhou Peng had already been carried out.
His face was livid, his eyes were closed tightly, and the corners of his mouth were covered with foam and bloodshot eyes!
Every veteran police officer knows something about medical treatment, because he has seen too many serious illnesses, so Wang Daolin immediately shouted: "Quickly, get him a car!"
Three minutes later, everyone carried Zhou Peng and ran out of the police department. Just as he was about to get in the car, Zhou Peng twitched three times, his neck tilted, and his crotch instantly became wet...
Wang Daolin turned around and touched his stiff neck, and cursed with an extremely ugly face: "Fuck, it's over!"?