In the office, Jiang Zhuolin flipped through the interrogation records page by page, his face even uglier than the Thirteenth Brother who suddenly heard that he had lost 600 million.
Seeing him like this, Chu Heng grinned unkindly and asked, "How's it going, Uncle Jiang, have all those girls been recruited?"
"See for yourself."
Jiang Zhuolin threw the interrogation record away with a dark face, closed his eyes in annoyance, and his temples jumped up and down, as if there were grasshoppers hidden inside.
"It looks pretty exciting!"
Chu Heng picked up the records with a smile, flipping through them one by one, clicking his tongue.
As he expected, the things in this interrogation record were really exciting!
It is difficult to elaborate on the specific content.
I can only tell you that a large group of people are about to take over!
But these have nothing to do with Chu Heng. He can basically confirm that his mother Yu'an has also been taken care of. The finishing work is Jiang Zhuolin's.
Yes.
After reading almost half of it, he was too lazy to read it anymore. He closed the book and threw it back. Then he lighted a cigarette leisurely and the old god said calmly: "Forget it, I won't read the rest.
Well, I can’t get involved anyway, so please do more if you can.”
"I hope you can blend in." Jiang Zhuolin sighed feebly, took the book and stuffed it into the drawer, and locked it carefully.
"I don't want to get involved in such nonsense." Chu Heng bared his teeth in gloating, and said after a moment of silence: "By the way, Uncle Jiang, I've basically taken care of this, and I'm going back to Sijiu City in a few days.
We plan to have drinks at the sugar factory tonight, and let all the comrades from the bureau come over then. You guys have been busy for so long, so you should give them a good reward."
"In the evening..." Jiang Zhuolin just wanted to relax. He hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, let's do it at six o'clock. I'll ask them to hurry up and finish the finishing work in the afternoon."
"Then it's settled, we'll see each other tonight."
Chu Heng stood up with a smile, walked to the bed, picked up Gou Wazi, who was sitting on it like a puppet, and left the office with Cen Hao.
The three of them came down from upstairs and came to Volga's side.
When he was about to get in the car, Chu Heng suddenly paused, turned around and put Gou Wazi into Cen Hao's arms, and said: "You two play in the car for a while, I have something to do."
With that said, he turned around and ran towards the office.
This guy who only cares about food but not fights wants to bring Deng Haoran up for trial.
The ecstasy in that guy's hands can be considered an intangible cultural heritage. We have to protect and inherit it, right?
After a while.
Chu Heng returned to the office. After Jiang Zhuolin learned about his grandson's plan, he rejected it on the spot.
"Do you think you have a long life? Have you forgotten what happened to you last night? Are you still here? Come on!"
"Oh, Uncle Jiang, that's just an example. Just give me the procedure. I promise nothing will happen!"
This guy licked his face and stalked him for a while.
Jiang Zhuolin was so troubled that he finally had no choice but to provide him with a set of interrogation procedures. However, to be on the safe side, he arranged for four police officers to accompany him to the backyard detention room.
"Why are you here again?"
When Old Chen saw this guy reappearing, his face turned black. The incident that his grandson made last night made him feel embarrassed and he was scolded by Jiang Zhuolin like crazy!
"Hey, you're tired."
Chu Heng handed him the procedures with a smile on his face, and also handed him a box of cigarettes.
"What kind of monster are you trying to make?" Lao Chen looked at the formalities with a grimace and saw Jiang Zhuolin's signature and seal on them. He immediately felt relieved. Since the big boss agreed, even if something happens, it has nothing to do with him.
!
So, without saying a word, Old Chen led them to the detention room inside.
At this time, the two detention rooms were very busy. The remnants of Mu Yu'an's gang were all locked in here, and they were mostly injured, and they were lying on the bunk, humming.
When they arrested people last night, the police officers were still a little restrained and didn't do anything that would lead them to betray the government. Chu Heng and his gang didn't care about that. They just held him down and punched and kicked them, and they took away the pain they had suffered during this period.
gas.
"Wow!"
At this time, Lao Chen took out a bunch of keys and opened the large iron door of the detention room. However, he was a little shy and did not open the door immediately. Instead, he took out the gun from his waist and opened the door with a vigilant look.
Open the door and walk in first with a gun in hand.
Chu Heng and the others were no better. They all took out their guns and followed him into the detention room.
They were all frightened...
Everyone in the room looked confused when they saw their formation.
What is this for?
To be shot?
What should I do?
"Deng Haoran!"
Just as they were thinking wildly, Lao Chen expressionlessly pointed his gun at a short, thin, dark-skinned old man huddled in the corner.
"arrive!"
Deng Haoran stood up tremblingly and got off the bed.
Then, he was tied up by Lao Chen with a confused look on his face.
That’s right, it’s a bundle!
Three pairs of handcuffs and two pairs of leg cuffs were all put on.
In the end, Deng Haoran even struggled to walk.
"It's much safer this time."
Lao Chen looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, and then gently pushed Deng Haoran: "Let's go!"
"yes!"
Deng Haoran lowered his head speechlessly and looked at the guy on his body. He then raised his head and looked at the pistols that almost hit his face. He almost cried.
No, why would a bad old man like me, who has his neck buried in dirt, use such a big battle?
I am not Mu Yuan.
But he had no choice. Now that the situation was stronger than others, he could only hold on. After sighing helplessly, he lowered his head and moved with difficulty, dragging the heavy shackles slowly out of the detention room.
Ten minutes passed.
Chu Heng and the others pressed Deng Haoran to the interrogation room.
After a scare, the old man honestly explained the art of ecstasy, and spent more than half an hour writing a pamphlet.
"Wow!"
In the interrogation room, Chu Heng frowned and looked at the booklet in his hand, feeling very disappointed with this so-called ecstasy.
This bullshit ecstasy actually involves using drugs to charm people, and then using various psychological suggestions and explicit instructions to change people's memories. After the effects of the drug wear off, the memories will change back.
Useful a little, but not much...
Disappointed, Chu Heng folded the book and stuffed it into his pocket. He glanced at Deng Haoran, who was sitting listlessly on the interrogation chair. His mind suddenly moved and he suddenly asked: "I remember that you are still a local master, right?"
"Yes." Deng Haoran, who had long since given up the idea of resisting, nodded feebly.
"How many years have you been working?"
"I followed my father to the grave when I was more than ten years old. It has been more than sixty years now."
"You must have stolen a lot of treasures. Do you still have some in stock?"