Zhao Yuelin's funeral was arranged for the next morning.
All forty-five members of the Municipal Bureau’s Criminal Investigation Team were present.
There are also hundreds of police officers and friends who Zhao Yuelin came up from the grassroots level and have a good relationship with.
Nandu Western Suburb Cemetery.
Several police officers, wearing black uniforms and holding police hats in their hands, stood quietly deep in the cemetery.
Black Mercedes-Benz sedans slowly parked at the entrance of the cemetery. The doors opened one after another, and figures wearing black suits or black dresses came out.
Tang Huanxi, Wu Xiongfei, Jiang He, Mu Kang, Zhang Zihao, Wang Li, Wenren Muxue, Liu Qingqing... and everyone who was close to Lu Fan or had met Zhao Yuelin were all present.
Tang Huanxi wore a black dress and a black top hat. The hanging black veil covered half of her beautiful face.
She looked a little haggard and her pretty face was pale. With Liu Qingqing's help, she slowly walked over the steps and stood in front of Zhao Yuelin's tombstone.
In front of the tombstone, there is a photo of Zhao Yuelin wearing a police uniform, with an exceptionally bright smile.
But behind the photo, there is a small urn.
"Why?"
She murmured as she looked at the photo on the tombstone, her expression a little dazed for a moment: "Captain Zhao, why is she like this..."
It rained all the time.
The entire western suburbs cemetery was silent.
"squeak!"
There was a sudden jerk.
I took a picture of the black Rolls-Royce motorcade and stopped in front of the cemetery.
The car door slowly opened, and hundreds of black-clad bodyguards quickly got out of the car, guarding the car door and guarding the surrounding area.
From the vehicle in the middle, a few figures slowly walked out.
Everyone was arrogant and exuded a noble aura as they walked towards the depths of the cemetery.
"Why are they here?"
In front of Zhao Yuelin's tombstone, Mu Kang's eyes were gloomy and he stared coldly at the black team that was forming a long black queue and heading this way.
"who?"
Liu Qingqing turned her head.
"Chen Jinsong?!"
Her pretty face suddenly turned cold. She knew Chen Jinsong. As one of the three major families in Nandu, she even had some interactions with Chen Jinsong. She also knew that the recent events in Nandu were closely related to this man...
But she never imagined that Chen Jinsong would dare to bring people here!
"You dare to come too?"
Mu Kang stepped forward and shouted coldly: "You murderer, how dare you come here!"
Zhao Yuelin was killed while investigating the matter at the Night Rose Club. Everyone knew that her murderer was definitely the Chen family! And there was a great possibility that it was Chen Jinsong, the number one leader of the Dragon Temple in Nandu!
Everyone stared angrily, and the police officers who came to attend the funeral had even put their hands on their waists and fired directly, killing Zhao Yuelin's murderer on the spot!
"According to the Police Use of Firearms Regulations, police officers can only draw their guns and shoot when facing criminals who have committed crimes or are escaping from arrest."
"I am a good law-abiding citizen, and I am also the largest taxpayer in Nandu City."
"Are you just going to point a gun at the taxpayers who support you like this?"
Chen Jinsong didn't take it seriously at all. He led everyone directly into the steps and confronted the hundreds of police officers in front of them.
"Everyone stop it."
Zhao Hong took a deep breath: "Don't forget your identity. You are the police. If you shoot in private to retaliate, what is the difference between you and these people?"
"Get out of the way, let them pass!"
Hundreds of police officers looked sullenly, stopped drawing their guns, turned around, took a step back, and made way for them.
"Look, Zhao City is Zhao City. His ideological consciousness is just different from that of you little minions."
"How can the police randomly pull out guns and shoot people?"
"Especially for a good law-abiding citizen like me, it's okay if you don't give me a good citizen certificate. How can you take out a gun and shoot me?"
"Ah."
Chen Jinsong's face was full of disdain.
He led hundreds of bodyguards through the crowd of police officers. As he was walking forward, he suddenly stopped and looked sideways: "Tsk, tsk, who is this? He died so young, he couldn't be with someone else."
If your husband discovers your affair, you will be beaten to death, right?"