When Mr. Rong and Xu Anqi heard the gunshots, they did not feel the pain. They quickly opened their eyes and saw a tall man confronting the last motorcycle with a pistol.
"Two friends, the police are coming soon. I'll discuss whether you can stop first and go your own way. After all, what everyone does is nothing to see.
If you make a life-and-death struggle, not telling yourself that you are injured and being caught by the police will be a problem.
If you want to kill my friend, you leave first. I promise not to pursue you now and we will settle the accounts of both of us later.
Save my friend, don’t make things difficult for him and let him leave first, otherwise you will be blocked by the police and you will not be able to explain clearly.”
Chen Feng and the motorcycle looked at each other and felt that Rong Ye was right.
No one wants to make a big deal, especially the police.
Chen Feng nodded at him, and the motorcycle cyclist also nodded at Chen Feng.
The motorcycle carefully retreated to one motorcycle, turned around, quickly rode the motorcycle, ran to another alley, and disappeared soon.
Master Rong looked at Chen Feng with great appreciation, looked up and down, stretched out his hand, and signaled to give him the pistol.
Chen Feng thought about it and now he was holding a pistol, but the police could not explain it clearly, so he handed the pistol to Mr. Rong.
Mr. Rong weighed the pistol in his hand, suddenly raised it, aimed it at Chen Feng's head, glared at him, and asked coldly: "Say, who sent you here?"
"Godfather! He saved us just now. You are..." Xu Anqi hurriedly stopped Mr. Rong's hand and asked in confusion.
"Don't worry, you can't even see a figure here. Why is someone so coincidental about killing me, and he was rescued by him?
I have lived for so many years and have summarized a truth: all the happenings of coincidence are designed, either God or the enemy.
Say it, was it God sent you or the enemy sent you?"
Master Rong said seriously.
"Oh, that's it! It's neither God sent me, nor your enemy sent me, which damn editor asked me to save you, and I almost got killed by a pistol. I'll find him when I go back. Calculate the accounts.”
Chen Feng looked at Mr. Rong with a serious face and felt a little funny. He said that old children and children were as cute as children when they were old. He couldn't help but have a great time and joked with him.
With a "puff", Xu Anqi, who was standing next to Master Rong, covered her mouth with her hands, and accidentally laughed out loud, glared at Chen Feng with a charming look, blaming him for teasing Master Rong.
"The editor sent you to save me? But I never seemed to know this person. Why did he arrange for you to save me?"
Chen Feng's joke made Master Rong confused and stood there and bowed his head to ponder.
At this time, two police cars came here quickly, and six or seven policemen came down. They saw Mr. Rong holding a pistol in his hand and pointing at Chen Feng. They were shocked and took out their pistols.
"Don't move, policeman, put down his weapons and raise his hands!"
"Police, raise your hands, hurry up, why don't I shoot!"
Only then did Master Rong wake up as if he was dreaming, he quickly dropped his pistol, raised his hand obediently, and said loudly: "I am the victim. Someone just wanted to kill me with a gun. I want to call my lawyer."
Sun Xiaojia held up his pistol and slowly approached Master Rong. He kicked the pistol on the ground away. At the same time, he took out the handcuffs and held Master Rong's hands "click", and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"We are victims, and someone is going to shoot us. Why did you arrest my godfather?"
When Xu Anqi saw that Rong was handcuffed, she hurried forward to block her and asked anxiously.
Only then did Sun Xiaojia remember that there was a man at the scene. No need to ask, he must be a criminal, otherwise how could the victim point at the gun?
Sun Xiaojia immediately turned around, pointed the gun at Chen Feng, looked carefully, and was stunned.
Why is this little enemy? He dares to kill someone with a gun? Doesn’t he want to live anymore?
What if he was the real murderer?
Just when Sun Xiaojia was stunned, Xu Anqi immediately ran over and blocked Chen Feng's side, and quickly said loudly: "It's not him, he was passing by and saved us just now.
The killer had already escaped there on his motorcycle."
When Sun Xiaojia heard that Chen Feng was not the murderer, she relaxed and immediately took out the walkie-talkie, called the headquarters, and tracked and intercepted the motorcycle.
Sun Xiaojia held the printed Shen Feng file in his hand and looked carefully. He found no abnormalities, clean.
“I passed by there and ran over to take a look when I heard the gunshots.
The motorcycle driver saw someone coming and ran away.
Later, the old man thought I was in the same group as them, so he pointed the gun at me, and then you police came."
Chen Feng was patient and told the story simply, as simple as possible.
"You are lying! Who is not sleeping at night and just happens to catch a gunfight?
That killer dared to shoot and kill people on the spot, killing six bodyguards in total. How could he let you go, tell me, why?"
Sun Xiaojia certainly didn't believe what Chen Feng said and continued to ask.
"Then you have to ask the killer, and I'm useless to ask me!"
Chen Feng began to act like a scoundrel and started to mess around.
"You, you, you..." Sun Xiaojia was choked by Chen Feng's words and couldn't speak for a long time.
"I found out why you were everywhere. That night, it was midnight, and we were there..." Sun Xiaojia couldn't help but complain, thinking about secretly sneaking into Yemei Business Club that night to find evidence.
Sun Xiaojia saw Chen Feng looking at him meaningfully, with a ridicule on the corner of his mouth, and waited for him to finish his words.
She stopped talking because she realized the serious problem.
If others know that they are sneaking into the night-sleeping business club for secret photography, they are rushing into private houses, and they are extra-level crimes that they know that they are committing crimes, and they will definitely be punished. If the police are not allowed to do it well, they will not be able to do it.
"Where are you two, what have you done?"
Zhao Zhi, who was taking the transcript next to him, was energetic, put down his pen, turned his head to look at Sun Xiaojia, and asked repeatedly.
In the middle of the night, the lonely man and the widow are together, what else can you do?
A few simple words are connected together, which makes people think a lot.
"We are together, here..." Sun Xiaojia's face turned red, and she didn't know how to continue talking.
"Did we do what we should do together, and now you satisfy your curiosity?"