After saying that, he left the stunned Zhao Cheng behind and walked out of the police station alone. The old man's back was pulled by the sunlight outside the door, and he flicked the extinguished cigarette butt casually with an extremely cool movement.
"This guy!" Zhao Cheng finally showed a smile. At least for now, Li Si's mental condition is very good. He has never worried about whether Li Si is the murderer behind the Zuoqiu case. He is only worried about Li Si's post-war psychological syndrome.
.So, he has always been very opposed to Hao Xin making trouble for Li Si. If he accidentally arouses Li Si's inner disease, the consequences may be serious.
Zhao Cheng even secretly decided that even if he really caught the evidence of Li Si, he would destroy it as soon as possible, because Li Si must not be angered. A war machine, a life-wrenching magic blade. Once
If you get angry, you may end up with bloodshed.
Even if he risked his life, he still had to ensure Li Si's safety. Thinking of this, Zhao Cheng put his hand into the pocket of his underwear and touched the square ID card. He took it out, a small dark green book with inlays on it.
With several golden fonts: National Security Agency.
Yes, Zhao Chengcheng is a secret member of the National Security Bureau. Not only him, there are such mysterious members hiding everywhere in China. Their mission is to eradicate all evil forces and ensure the security of the country and people. Their
The existence is mysterious and extremely hidden, and the identity is absolutely not allowed to be exposed. However, once it comes time to reveal it, this dark green book is their murder license. The moment he takes out the book, Zhao Cheng has absolute
A complete list of life and death. No one knows the identity of Zhao Cheng, not to mention Hao Xin, not even Qin Shi. These mysterious members are only responsible to a certain big boss in the central government. There is no obstacle in the way.
Zhao Cheng touched the golden font and sighed. If he had to do it, he would not take out the book that represents the murder license. He put away the book, walked back to the office, and leisurely made a cup of tea.
, sitting in the office, thoughts flying.
Hongrong Group, in Su Rou's office.
The room was dark, the door was closed, the windows were closed, the curtains were tightly drawn, Su Rou was curled up on the sofa in the safest posture that humans are born with, her eyes were red and swollen, and her nose was reddish.
He looked pitiful and pitiful. There were two lines of clear tears on his rosy face.
