"Director!..." Yang Yanbing was obviously shocked. At first she was doubting what Zhuo Yifan said, but now she believed it all.[]
The surrounding police officers had no idea that this would happen. They all looked at their top leader, pointing their guns at their superiors, and they didn’t know what to do!
"Don't come here! Get out of here!" Chen Mo was obviously a little excited. He knew that with the evidence in Zhuo Yifan's hands and Yu Zhaoqian as a living person, he was completely screwed.
Rather than being arrested then, it would be better for him to take the risk now, but being exposed in public, he doesn't even have a place to hide now.
"Officer Yang, you never expected that your police chief would point a gun at your head, right?" Zhuo Yifan said with a wry smile, but the Desert Eagle in his hand was pointed straight at Chen Mo's temple. No intention of letting go at all.[
"Put the gun down quickly, or I'm going to shoot!" Chen Mo shouted excitedly at Zhuo Yifan.
"Why should I listen to you? Do you dare to shoot? Aren't you afraid of death?" Zhuo Yifan curled his lips and said disdainfully, but the Desert Eagle in his hand did not move at all, pointing at Chen Mo's head. Pulling the trigger will turn him into a rotten watermelon.
"I...I'll count to three! If you don't put down the gun, I'll really shoot!" Chen Mo gasped with a fierce light in his eyes.
"You can count if you have the skills! See if you can avoid my kid!" Zhuo Yifan chuckled.
"One...two..." Chen Mo was already sweating profusely, and the hand holding the gun was shaking uncontrollably. Just when Chen Mo counted to three, the gun rang! But it was Zhuo Yifan's pistol.
"Are you challenging my marksmanship?" Zhuo Yifan held the Desert Eagle in his hand and looked at Chen Mo who was shot in the head and said with a chuckle.
Yang Yanbing, Xia Xiaoyu and all the surrounding policemen were frightened. It took them a long time to react.
Following Yang Yanbing back to the public security bureau that he had frequented in the past few days, Zhuo Yifan began to feel a sense of intimacy. Sitting in the interrogation room, Zhuo Yifan still looked calm and indifferent.
Yang Yanbing looked at the big boy who saved her life and killed a deputy mayor for a long time with complicated eyes, and she couldn't explain how she felt.
From the bottom of her heart, she believed that Zhuo Yifan could not be a bad guy. At least he had saved her. But he actually had a gun on him. How to explain this?
Yang Yanbing handed over the gun in Zhuo Yifan's hand at the scene and took him back to the Public Security Bureau for personal interrogation.
On the other hand, she had selfish motives. At least he felt that the boy was not bad. Every time he went to the police station, it was basically for justice. She wanted to help the boy.
"You got that gun from the kidnapper, right?" Many guns left by the kidnappers were confiscated at the scene, so Yang Yanbing hoped that Zhuo Yifan's answer to her would be yes.
"No! That's my own gun!" Zhuo Yifan shook his head and said with a smile, "You should give it back to me! He hasn't been in my hands for more than 6 hours!"
Yang Yanbing was stunned. She didn't expect Zhuo Yifan to give her such an answer, and actually asked her to return the gun to him!
"You still want that gun back? Why? But the gun is pretty good! There are only 100 Desert Eagle Golden Commemorative Editions in the world! But if you can't explain a reasonable source of the gun, I'm afraid it's not just the gun. If you can't take it back, even your people won't be able to get out!" Yang Yanbing said angrily.
