Qin Yuguan was lying on a wooden bed with a cigarette in his mouth and looking motionlessly at the air conditioner unit behind the door. On the table not far from the bed, there were several white lunch boxes and a
Unopened bottle of white wine.
The night was already very deep, and this was the fourth time Qin Yuguan woke up. He threw the cigarettes into the trash can behind the door with his handcuffed hands, and lazily looked up at the electronic clock on the wall. It was already early morning.
It's past one o'clock. Outside the temporary detention room arranged by Lao Xing, there are two police officers who are fighting with the landlord. Lao Xing knows that even if Qin Yuguan is let go now, he will not leave, so these two
The police officers on duty who guarded him did not treat him as a real suspect. As long as he lay on the bed, they ignored him.
Closing his eyes, Li Moyu's cool attitude with his hands raised and his mouth closed, and the scene of him covering his face and running away while crying, would make him uncomfortable even when sleeping, and he could only rely on smoking to pass the long night of unintentional sleep. Lu from the city bureau
Director Chaolu has been using the excuse that he is busy arranging security tasks for the upcoming Spring Festival and has not interfered with this matter at all. Lao Lu is a smart man. After seeing Li Moyu leaving the city bureau crying in the conference room on the third floor, he
I know that without Mr. Li personally teaching me this matter, I had better pretend to be stupid.
Actually, am I being a bit too stupid for doing this?
Qin Yuguan played with the lighter in his hand, and his face was illuminated by the flames of the lighter. In order not to be the fuse that caused shock to the top management, when he heard Lao Fan ask him about his relationship with Suning
, he has already decided that he has to take care of this matter by himself. In the past, he would have been incapable of doing this kind of thing, let alone killing a Fu Yu. Even if the trouble was bigger, he would be slapped in the butt.
Damn it, how can you stay here and stand trial like this?
But it’s different now. He has too many enviable identities: the real boss of Qingdao Fengbo Group, the general secretary’s nephew, Vice Chairman Su’s youngest son-in-law, and he even has such an ambiguous affair with the Li family of Jinghua
.With such a unique identity, if he dodges people again, it will inevitably give the Fu family more reasons to bargain with others. This is the main reason why Qin Yuguan dare not dodge people.
Even if they die, they will not admit their relationship with the Song Su Li family, just because they are afraid of making them passive in the political struggle.
Oh, it's so difficult... Guarding the woman he loves and not daring to admit it, this 'cruel' reality makes Qin Yuguan regret killing Fu Yu in front of so many people. Of course, it is impossible to let him go, but
With Long Teng Qiyue's ability, he still has the confidence to make the second master Fu die silently.
After putting down the lighter, Qin Yuguan boredly picked up a mobile phone without a card installed next to his pillow. This mobile phone was given to him by a police officer outside so that he could play mobile games when he was bored.
He fiddled with the menu casually, and when he saw the recording function, he pressed the record button with nothing to do. Just when he was about to maliciously say a few "last words" often seen on TV on the phone, he heard a motor.
Voice.
With a thought in his heart, Qin Yuguan put his cell phone under the mattress.
Buzz buzz... A powerful sound of a car motor was transmitted along the corridor into the temporary detention room. A burst of chaotic and noisy footsteps made the two police officers who were having a boring fight quickly walk to the door of the duty room at the same time.
Looking out through the glass.
"Open the door, open the door!" The banging on the door was mixed with a cold call.
"Who is it?" After hearing a strange voice calling the door, a police officer alertly reached out and pulled out the police pistol from his waist, and asked in a deep voice.
"Xiao Han, open the door, I'm Fan Yibin."
"Oh, it turns out to be Deputy Director Fan." The police officer named Xiao Han and his companion looked at each other and opened the door with some confusion. They didn't know why Deputy Director Fan appeared here at this time.
There were four or five heavily armed special police officers standing in the corridor. When they saw the door open, they took a step back and let Deputy Director Fan Yibin walk to the door.
"Deputy Bureau Fan, why are you here so late? Are the suspects going to be interrogated?" Xiao Han opened the door and did not let the other party in, because now he was on a mission. When Bureau Lu arranged for them, he would personally
They were told not to treat the person in the temporary detention room badly. So even if Deputy Director Fan comes, they will not allow anyone to enter without Director Lu's instructions. This is the rule.
"This is the personal instruction from Bureau Lu, and they are going to transfer Qin Yuguan to the Special Police Headquarters." Of course, Deputy Director Fan understood why Xiao Han wouldn't let them in, and handed over Lu Chao's personal instruction document a little impatiently:
"The following four comrades are responsible for this escort mission."
After Xiao Han took the document, he read it carefully and handed it to his companion. After confirming that it was correct, the two of them stepped aside from the door, pointed to the suite and said, "The suspect is inside, do you want to call him?"
"No need." Deputy Director Fan shook his head, turned around and said to the leading SWAT officer: "Team Meng, please go in to verify your identity and go through the handover procedures."
Captain Meng nodded and waved his left hand, and the three special police officers pushed open the door and walked into the suite.
"Xiao Han, take out your gun and let me take a look." Deputy Director Fan smiled sinisterly.
"A gun?" Xiao Han didn't understand why Deputy Director Fan wanted to see his gun, but the leader had spoken. After hesitating for a moment, he could only take out the Type 77 and handed it to Deputy Director Fan.
After Team Meng led his men into the suite, two special police officers picked up Qin Yuguan, who had already sat up, and shone a bright flashlight on his face without ceremony.
"Where are we going? Hey, there is a light in the room. You don't have to shine such a bright flashlight into my eyes, right?" Qin Yuguan was about to raise his arm to block his eyes, but was grabbed by two special police officers.
, scolded in a deep voice: "You'd better stop talking nonsense." After saying that, he checked with a photo in his hand. After confirming that it was correct, he nodded to Captain Meng: "It's confirmed that it's me."
"Okay, take it away!" Captain Meng walked out of the house first, and then walked up to Fan Yibin, who was holding a police pistol and what his subordinates were talking about: "Deputy Bureau Fan, thank you for your help this time."
"Haha, you're welcome." Deputy Director Fan put the gun under his ribs and took out the document: "Please sign it."
"Okay." Team Meng nodded.
"Look, is this gun yours?" After being pushed out of the suite by the two special police officers, Qin Yuguan saw the man named Deputy Director Fan hand over a brand-new Type 77 police pistol: "Look carefully.
Check to see if there are any missing bullets inside."
"My pistol?" Qin Yuguan took it doubtfully, without checking the magazine, and handed it to Deputy Director Fan: "I have never owned a pistol. Are you mistaken?"
"Oh, I thought this was yours," Deputy Director Fan didn't take the shot, but pointed at the coffee table not far away: "Since it's not yours, I might have made a mistake. Let's put it there... Captain Meng
, you can take the person away after verifying his identity."
"Thank you, Deputy Director Fan." Team Meng nodded, and then waved to his subordinates. Someone inside took out a black hood and put it on Qin Yuguan, and then hurriedly escorted him out of the temporary detention room, one arm at a time.
.
I didn't understand why Deputy Director Fan was holding his pistol and talking to Qin Yuguan. After Xiao Han couldn't hear the footsteps of several people, he asked strangely: "Deputy Director Fan, how do you say this gun was used by him?"
Passed?"
"Haha, this is just a trap." Deputy Director Fan smiled proudly, then walked over, and when he stretched out his right hand to pick up the Type 77 pistol, he had already put on snow-white gloves on his hand: "Xiao Han, guard the room
Close the door tightly, I have something to say to you."
"Trap? Well, okay." Xiao Han was a little puzzled, but since Deputy Director Fan was the leader of the bureau, he was too embarrassed to ask any more questions. Just after he closed the door tightly and turned around, he saw the quilt Fan
The muzzle of the pistol held by the deputy director was pointed directly at his forehead. He couldn't help being shocked. Before he could react, he heard a muffled bang and knew nothing...
"Ah!" Xiao Han's companion was stunned when Deputy Director Fan suddenly shot and killed Xiao Han. He just yelled, and Deputy Director Fan simply drilled a hole in his forehead. The dull gunshot sounded.
It echoed in the room for a long time, but because the door was closed tightly, and this temporary detention room was not in the main building of the Municipal Bureau Building, it did not attract anyone's attention.
"I'm sorry, you have to die."
Deputy Director Fan looked at the two young men lying in a pool of blood. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly. He took the document with Team Meng's handwriting from Xiao Han's hand and put it into his pocket. He casually took Qin Yuguan's hand with him.
The tattooed Type 77 pistol was thrown casually on Xiao Han, who was looking at the ceiling with his eyes wide open, and then he quickly took off his blood-spattered clothes, including his shoes, and put them into a black convenience bag, waiting for him to put on his socks and put them on
After carefully wiping the spot he remembered a few times, he tiptoed out of the house.
Fan Yibin closed the door tightly with his white-gloved hands. After listening carefully that there was no movement outside the corridor, he took out the key and opened the door of the room opposite the temporary detention room, and walked in in a flash.
The lights in the corridor were on, and except for the faint smell of blood in the air, it was as if nothing had happened. After daybreak, hard-working cleaners would come to mop the floor immediately. At that time, these people in the corridor
All invisible footprints will be covered up with wet cloth, and the footprints in the temporary detention room...except for the two police officers in the bureau and Qin Yuguan, who will know who those are? Anyway, those are
Four special police officers who received temporary orders from a certain brigade captain were destined not to survive until dawn.
"Brothers, where are you taking me?" Qin Yuguan shook his neck impatiently and asked: "Don't you guys have a rest at night? Is there anything that we can't wait until dawn? Alas... your instructor didn't tell you
When you are performing your mission, wouldn't it be best to relax?" No matter what Qin Yuguan muttered, the four special police officers did not speak, which also made him feel very bored. After he said a few words, he was too lazy to say anything more.
What's the matter? I just put my head on the hand that was locked on the seat in the car and rubbed it for a while, then I closed my eyes and rested.
Why did the special police come to interrogate me until early in the morning? Judging from the bumpiness of the road, the car should be driving out of the city now. Where on earth are they taking me...
Qin Yuguan leaned his head on the seat, thinking silently in his mind. Even if Beijing is the capital, as long as it is a suburban road, there will inevitably be some small dens. Anyway, it has been almost two hours since he got in the car, and there are no
Qin Yuguan, who was ignored by others, besides guessing where he was going, could only pass the boring time by feeling whether the road was smooth.
Squeak... Just when Qin Yuguan's mind was in a mess, the car suddenly squeaked and came to an emergency stop.