When it comes to the Garrison Suicide Squad, Liu Handong is no stranger at all. When video tapes were popular in the 1990s, he rented and watched them in a video store, which had a great impact on his young mind. He also dreamed of becoming a special forces soldier deep behind enemy lines. He asked
Actor: "Are you also proficient in eight foreign languages?"
The old ghost smiled reservedly: "I dare not speak eight foreign languages. I can speak all Chinese dialects, including Uyghur, Korean, Tibetan, Cantonese and Shanghainese, not to mention. I am an interpreter in English, and I can speak Japanese and French."
Some, daily conversation is no problem.”
Liu Handong asked: "Can you open a safe or something?"
"That's all childish."
"Then why do you call yourself professor?"
"Don't you think my temperament is very similar to that of a high-end person in the cultural and artistic circles?"
Liu Handong was convinced. This guy is definitely a talent. He extended his hand to him: "Let's go upstairs and have a drink."
Wei Shengwen was free and easy. He didn't care that Liu Handong had beaten him up just now. He wiped off the blood and went upstairs with Liszt. They all drank happily as if they were friends for many years. Of course, the watch returned to Liu Handong's hands, but Liszt was not interested in it.
He was a little dissatisfied with this. He didn't know that his boyfriend was a big thief, and he thought there was something going on between Wei Shengwen and Liu Handong.
When he was drunk, Wei Shengwen asked Liu Handong: "Can you give me your little guy?"
Liu Handong knew that he was talking about Xiao Dao, so he asked Xiao Dao to come over and asked him face to face: "Are you willing to become this guy's disciple?"
The lights in the private room were dim and everyone was drunk. Xiaodao couldn't tell whether Liu Handong was happy or angry, so he didn't dare to answer.
"Just say whatever is on your mind, don't murmur." Liu Handong said.
"I want to learn a craft." Xiao Dao gritted his teeth and said.
"Okay, then I will hand you over to Professor Wei." Liu Handong said.
Wei Shengwen wanted to recruit a disciple in public because of his drunkenness, but he insisted on his principle and had to let the knife cut off the two extra deformed fingers. Liu Handong asked someone to bring a Gurkha dog-leg scimitar and threw it on the knife.
before.
The knife was really unambiguous. He picked up the bottle of foreign wine on the table and drank half of it. His eyes were red. He spread his left hand on the marble table, picked up the knife in his right hand and pressed it on the extra little finger, and drank loudly.
With a strong pressure, he cut off the finger, and then tried to pick up the knife with his bloody left hand, but it was trembling and unable to pick it up.
"I'm here to help you." Wei Shengwen picked up the machete, put the knife on the table with his right hand, raised the knife with his hand, chopped off the sixth finger cleanly, threw the knife away, shook his head and sighed: "Today's young people
, even more ruthless than our older generation."
A gauze bandage was wrapped around Xiaodao's hand and he was sent to rest. For people in the world, such a minor injury did not require sending to the hospital. After half an hour, Xiaodao recovered and came over to serve tea and kowtow, officially becoming his disciple.
From now on, he is regarded as Wei Shengwen’s closed disciple.
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The next morning, Liu Handong was woken up by the ringing of his cell phone. The call was from She Xiaoqing, urging him to go to work. When he looked at the time, it was already half past nine, and his head was still groggy. The memory of last night was blurred, and he didn't know how to get home.
of.
As soon as he put on his clothes, the call came again. It was from She Xiaoqing, telling him that he didn't need to come to the company to work, but to go directly to the hospital to keep an eye on him. The condition of the self-immolation victim was not good, and he was afraid he might not survive the day.
Liu Handong felt excited. The memory of snatching Huansha's body in Pingchuan last summer was still vivid in his mind. If the self-immolator died, the next step would definitely be for the family members and villagers to carry the body and block the door. Don't think about peace in Qingshi High-tech for a while. Take it yourself. With a generous salary, you have to do things for others. Besides, this matter involves a lot of things. If it gets too big, the special labor police will have to snatch the body and cremate it. Of course, the situation will be suppressed in the end, but it will not be good for Shen Hongyi if it gets too big. , because of my special situation as Deputy Director Shen, I should help the leaders solve their problems.
Thinking of this, he picked up his cell phone and dialed Xu Gongtie's number, telling him that the injured person who self-immolated in Zhuzhuang might not be able to survive. This person was suffering from cancer. If he could do an autopsy first and get conclusive evidence, he would be able to take the initiative.
Xu Gongtie was a sensible person, and he immediately reported it to Shen Hongyi. Bureau Shen paid great attention to it and immediately made arrangements to have the Forensic Identification Center of the Municipal Bureau send personnel to the hospital. After the deceased died, he did not notify the family for the time being and rushed to do the autopsy. He also personally Communicated and coordinated with hospital leaders.
After receiving the order, Song Xinxin immediately changed out of her police uniform and rushed to the Medical University Affiliated Hospital. The burn ward was a sterile ward and no idlers were allowed to enter. Forensic doctor Song entered the rescue room wearing a sterile gown. The burn patient was in shock and was completely covered with blood. A piece of intact skin, but the burn doctor said that the patient would definitely not be able to survive the extensive burn.
"When living becomes a kind of torture, what's the point of life?" Song Xinxin sighed. As a forensic doctor, she mostly dealt with corpses. Standing next to the seriously injured at the end of their lives and waiting for autopsies, she felt a sense of Butcher's Delusion.
As he spoke, the heartbeat light spot on the monitor turned into a straight line, and the doctor hurriedly carried out rescue operations, pacing the heart, and injecting epinephrine. Of course, this was just a routine procedure. Everyone knew that the patient could not be saved.
At 10:40 in the morning, the patient was declared dead. According to the instructions of the leader, the family members were not notified for the time being. A forensic doctor performed an autopsy. After opening the abdominal cavity, obvious malignant tumors were visible. Song Xinxin took tissue sections and sent them to the laboratory. She sutured the wound and left through the back door. When the nurse informed the family that the patient had died, there was a burst of wailing outside the corridor.
Sure enough, the three brothers of the Zhu family had prepared mourning clothes, soul-calling flags and other items, as well as a large black coffin. They put their mother in a shroud, put her in the coffin, loaded it into a passenger truck, and drove out of the hospital in a majestic manner.
She Xiaoqing had been waiting in the hospital lobby. Seeing this, she hurriedly chased out. No one answered her call to Liu Handong, so she had to take a taxi and follow the Zhu family's hearse. Watching them scatter paper money and play sad music as they drove towards the north of the city. Instead of going home to hold a funeral, I went to block the gate of Qingshi High-Tech.
She quickly called An Xin to report the situation. An Xin was very calm and asked She Xiaoqing to report the situation immediately. She then notified the company's security department to mobilize manpower to prepare for emergencies, and called the Public Security Bureau to ask them to dispatch police to maintain order.
Unfortunately, there was a huge traffic jam on the road leading to the northern suburbs. There were temporary construction works ahead and there were traffic accidents. In short, it was a complete mess. There were long lines of cars, horns honking one after another, and they didn't move a centimeter for half an hour.
The van belonging to the three brothers of the Zhu family was also stuck in the traffic jam. Boss Zhu knocked on the door impatiently. Ten meters behind was She Xiaoqing's taxi. She nervously called An Xin to report: "Mr. An, there's a traffic jam. , the specific location is in the extension section of Huaijiang North Road, the traffic jam is so serious that they can’t get through for the time being.”
"Very good, keep watching." An Xin put down the phone and the security supervisor came to report, and a large group of villagers began to gather at the company gate.
"Don't have a conflict and wait for the police to deal with it." An Xin ordered calmly, but she knew in her heart that this self-immolation incident would bring huge losses to the company. When she turned on her computer, Weibo was already full of negative news about Qingshi Hi-Tech's land acquisition. , the momentum was so great that it was hard to believe that there were just a few uneducated farmers behind it.
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At this time, Shen Hongyi was reporting to Mayor Liu Fei face to face at the Zhuque Hotel about the obstruction of land acquisition in Zhuzhuang. This land was a historical issue. The land acquisition agreement came into effect last year, and it has been a year and a half since then. It is true that some villagers in Zhuzhuang are asking for exorbitant prices when construction begins, but the problem of too low compensation for land acquisition is also serious.
Liu Fei immediately gave instructions that no large-scale mass incident should occur under any circumstances, and we cannot pay for the mistakes Jin Muchen made.
Shen Hongyi did not understand the leader's intention and hesitated: "Do you mean to adopt a flexible policy? The Zhu family's trouble is nothing more than profit-driven. Giving them one million is enough."
Liu Fei suddenly stood up, walked back and forth a few steps, waved his arms and said: "Dare to compete with evil spirits and never give in to the overlord! This is the courage and means that the party and the government should have. For the people in need, we We must be as warm as the spring breeze, and we must be as ruthless as the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves towards the unscrupulous people who extort money.”
Shen Hongyi also stood up and saluted: "Mayor Liu, I understand!"
At this time, Song Xinxin called and said that the tissue slices had been tested and it was indeed cancer. Shen Hongyi smiled. With this irrefutable proof, it would be easier to take action.
Liu Fei asked him: "Hongyi, what are you happy about?"
Shen Hongyi said: "Evidence has been obtained that the self-immolation victim suffered from cancer. I deployed a female forensic doctor in the ward to conduct an autopsy without the family members."
Liu Fei raised his eyebrows: "Female forensic doctor? She is a heroine."
Shen Hongyi wanted to make a good impression on Song Xinxin in front of the leaders, so he introduced the young deputy director of the forensic center. Liu Fei was indeed very interested, especially he was full of praise for Song Xinxin's adoption of orphans.
"We must carry forward this spirit of love. The next step is for your public security system to set up some moral role models. Forensic Doctor Song is well-deserved."
While the two leaders were talking, Xu Gongtie went out to arrange the operation. The Criminal Police Brigade and the Special Police Brigade jointly launched a joint operation and sent more than ten elite soldiers in plainclothes to the traffic jam on foot. They opened the car door, pushed the person down, handcuffed him, and covered his head. The two men set up a hood and directly dragged him away. They acted vigorously and resolutely without any delay. People around him raised their mobile phones to take pictures. A police officer leading the team loudly said: "Please cooperate, please don't take pictures, please protect our anti-narcotics police officers."
The crowd suddenly realized that it was the police who were arresting drug dealers. Nowadays, drug dealers are so cunning that they even disguise themselves as a funeral to transport drugs.
Only She Xiaoqing knew what was going on. She took a long breath and took out her mobile phone to call An Xin: "Mr. An, it's okay. He has been taken away by the police."
"I know, you did a good job." An Xin praised.
The situation at Qingshi High-tech has also improved. The branch sent dozens of auxiliary police officers to maintain order. Because the real owner did not arrive, the villagers were leaderless and could not cause trouble. Most people just came to watch the fun.
She Xiaoqing was smug and felt that she had made great contributions. When she thought of Liu Handong, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and itched her teeth with hatred. This guy slipped up at the critical moment and got so much salary for nothing.
After the three Zhu brothers and related personnel were arrested, traffic slowly returned to normal and the bodies were sent to the crematorium for incineration.
While Shen Hongyi was still talking to Liu Fei, Xu Gongtie came in to report that the matter had been handled and everything was under control.
Liu Fei said with a smile: "Shen Bureau is strategizing, but in the midst of talking and laughing, the oars and oars are wiped out."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
After coming out of the Suzaku Hotel, Xu Gongtie reported the specific handling process to Shen Hongyi. He said: "Liu Handong is quite capable. If others hadn't created this traffic jam and pulled the body to the entrance of Qingshi Hi-Tech, it would not have been easy to deal with it. .”