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352 Municipal Party Committee Compound

In order to prevent his police uniform from being taken off, the young policeman mustered up his courage. Facing the once-all-powerful eldest brother of the province, he picked up his baton, shouted loudly, and rushed towards Lu Xiaobei.

The little policeman was obviously inexperienced in fighting, and he didn't have anything on his mind at all. His calves kept shaking as he ran forward. Lu Xiaobei smiled contemptuously, and when the little policeman was about to approach him, he suddenly jumped up.

He took a step forward and kicked the little policeman diagonally on the calf.

The little policeman fell to the ground at that time. Lu Xiaobei didn't use much force in this kick and hit it according to his own measure. Therefore, the little policeman did not have any internal injuries, but his calf was lightly kicked by Lu Xiaobei. And for a moment

I couldn't get up even after a while.

The two policemen were crouching on the ground and wailing, but they were both directly hit by Lu Xiaobei's move. Lu Xiaobei did not leave, he was still sitting against the cold wall, as if he was enjoying the life here. The prison guard outside

The prison guards did not see what was going on inside, but only heard the sounds inside. They did not pay attention, thinking that it was the police beating the prisoners and ordinary people screaming. Therefore, the two policemen did not care how loud they wailed or screamed in the prison.

It was so tragic that no one else had ever experienced the fate of these two people.

In prison, it is common for the police to beat prisoners. The prison guards have heard such wailing so often that they have become immune to the sound and are no longer surprised by it.

The policeman who had been kicked in the calf by Lu Xiaobei lay on the ground for a short time and recovered. The pain in his leg was no longer too much, but he was still screaming and seemed to be afraid to get up. Lu Xiaobei stared at this

The policeman glanced at him and said, "Stop pretending. I beat you so badly. Get up quickly and go back and tell your superiors that I, Lu Xiaobei, am a businessman who has returned from overseas. I am here to invest in the construction of Guangyang City. I have American assets."

Legal status, if they don’t want the U.S. Embassy in China to come and bail me out, it’s best to release me now. If it’s later, before the U.S. Embassy comes, I think my brother Zhao Penghui will also rush in with people.

Yes, by then, neither of us will have any good fruits to eat."

The little policeman stopped screaming, slowly got up from the ground, turned around and limped out.

The young policeman arrived at the police station director's office. The director was very concerned about this matter. Before the young policeman could speak, he took the initiative to ask: "Is the person who lives in the police station the same Lu Xiaobei who was sentenced to death!?"

"Yes, he said he was Lu Xiaobei, and he was very skilled at beating us both. The policeman is still lying in jail."

"You were beaten by him? Didn't I fucking ask you to beat him?" the officer asked angrily.

"That's right. We can't beat him. He is Lu Xiaobei. He was the gangster brother of Province H. How can we both beat him?" said the young policeman.

"Did you run away after Lu Xiaobei's beating?" the director asked.

"She didn't run away from the runway. She was still in prison with her, and she was told to let her go."

"Release him? Damn, that's impossible. A barbarian like him with no identity still dares to show off his power here. Killing him will be in vain. I have to get rid of this scourge for the police, otherwise we will continue to have troubles in the future.

!" As he said that, the director took out a pistol from the drawer and said: "Here is this gun for you, use it to kill him!"

"Sir, this...isn't this a bit...inhumane?" the police officer said.

"You are scolding me! We police officers don't care about this. If you ask you to kill him, you will kill him, so as not to cause trouble for us in the future. If Lu Xiaobei is alive, we will not have a good life in the future!

"The director said, patting the table.

The young policeman still hesitated for a moment and then said: "Director, that Lu Xiaobei said that he has American nationality. If we don't want to make the matter bigger and don't want the American Embassy to come forward to resolve his bail, we can release him now.

Let him go."

"Fart, he...what? Does he have American identity?" The director's attitude changed completely.

"Yes, he said he had a green card. He even showed it to us."

"Is the green card real or fake?" the director asked carefully.

"Where have I seen it? I've never been out of the country, and I've never seen a green card. I can't tell whether it's real or fake."

"This matter is not a child's play. Forget it, I'll go there myself. I've seen green cards. Anyone who comes to the United States will register at my police station. I'll go and see if it's true. If it's false, I'll kill him on the spot.

he."

"What if it's true?" the little policeman asked.

"Really, really just let him go. I don't want to cause disputes between the two countries. You know, if our police kill a legal American citizen, we will ignore it if the United States starts fighting with China over such a trivial matter.

, then I will become a sinner forever!" After saying that, the director put on his hat and walked out of the office.

The director is in his forties and has a fierce look on his face. His face is black and red, and he is angry because of his lack of authority.

The director stood at the door of Lu Xiaobei's cell, but a policeman was still shouting there, covering his chin, with a look of helplessness on his face, and said to the people around him: "It's so fucking embarrassing, take him away quickly." Several policemen said

They took out the policeman whose jaw bone was broken by Lu Xiaobei.

The director looked at Lu Xiaobei and said, "Are you Lu Xiaobei?"

Lu Xiaobei nodded, then took his green card out of his clothes, threw it on the ground in front of the director, and said, "This is my legal status, it is clearly written on it."

The director had no choice but to take two steps forward and pick up the green card. On it was a photo of Lu Xiaobei, an English stamp, the date of issue, and an anti-counterfeiting barcode. This could be found on the Internet, which was not popular at the time.

of.

The director was a shrewd and experienced person. He wrote down a string of characters on the ID card with a pen, handed it to a police officer, and said, "Go to the Internet to check whether this person's identity is true."

Then the director changed the green card to Lu Xiaobei.

Lu Xiaobei stared at the director with sharp eyes, but the director did not dare to look at Lu Xiaobei.

"When did you come back?" the director asked.

"I haven't been back long, two or three days." Lu Xiaobei said calmly.

"You are capable enough. You were supposed to be sentenced to death. How did you escape? And how did you find the scapegoat?" asked the director.

"I, Lu Xiaobeifu, have a great destiny, and I should not die. If I want to die, I should not die by the bullets of my own country's soldiers."

"The tone of your voice is quite suggestive. However, once the verification results come out, if this green card is fake, you will definitely take a bullet from me!" the director threatened Lu Xiaobei.

Lu Xiaobei smiled and said: "This green card can't be fake. If the green card is fake, I took it out to deceive you in good faith. When you picked up the green card just now, I kicked you in the forehead.

Go ahead, just kick your skull to pieces and let you die here, or after I knocked down two of your men just now, I had a chance to escape, but I didn't leave or kill you, which means

I have a legal status, and I should not be subject to any legal sanctions. When I returned to China this time, I brought the Chinese ** circle organization to Guangyang City for development and construction. To use a popular term nowadays, I can be regarded as a foreign businessman. You

Investors like me are needed!”

The director didn't say anything. He thought Lu Xiaobei's words made sense. It was a bit redundant to ask others to check the authenticity of his green card. If he didn't have a legal identity, he wouldn't be able to return to China, let alone be caught easily.

police station.

After a while, a policeman walked up to the director and said: "Director, that green card is authentic and reliable. We contacted the U.S. Embassy in China and asked them about the situation. They did have a man named Lu three days ago.

A Chinese-American from Xiaobei came to Guangyang City, China from the United States. And it was this person!"

The director nodded and then said: "Mr. Lu, you can leave. I have offended you many times before."

Lu Xiaobei walked out of the cell and walked to the director's side. Lu Xiaobei said with a smile: "Director, there will be many opportunities for us to interact with each other in the future. The former Crazy Sword Association here should be called Daquan Longtang. I advise you to

You should quickly release all of us who were arrested before, otherwise your police station will not be too peaceful."

After Lu Xiaobei finished speaking, he walked out with a smile. When he looked at the director again, his expression changed. He didn't know whether he was scared or angry. It was probably both, but the fear was probably more.

The devil is back again...

When Lu Xiaobei walked out of the police station door, he saw Zhao Penghui. Zhao Penghui and all the people below were discussing how to rush in.

"Brother Hui, look, Brother Bei seems to have come out..." A boy pointed at Lu Xiaobei and called.

Zhao Penghui took a look and saw that it was indeed Lu Xiaobei. He ran up across the road and said, "Brother Bei, are you okay? You didn't get beaten."

Lu Xiaobei shook his head and said, "Do you think I was beaten?"

"Then why did they let you go without any reason?"

Lu Xiaobei shook the green card in his hand and said: "Although I don't like to tamper with my nationality, this has obviously become my protective umbrella. With my American identity, no one can do anything to me."

Zhao Penghui smiled, greeted his brothers to disperse, and then got into the Mercedes-Benz with Lu Xiaobei. Zhao Penghui said, "Brother Bei, where are we going?"

"We should go according to the original plan and go talk to the deputy municipal party committee secretary. Once we meet him, I'll talk and you just have to listen."

Zhao Penghui nodded.

The car drove to the municipal party committee office building and entered the work compound. The guard did not dare to stop him. The guard knew the logo of the Mercedes-Benz. There are currently no more than ten luxury Mercedes-Benz cars of this type in the city. How could he drive such a car into the municipal party committee?

The people in the compound are definitely not ordinary people...


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