Chapter five hundred and fiftieth seventh shelter seven
At an emergency meeting held by the city bureau, Li Changhe stunned Nan Feng with a combination of punches. Nan Feng was no longer responsible for assisting the Taiyuan police in handling the case. As a result, the punishment for the missing gun incident tonight was borne by Nan Feng. As for how the Taiyuan police dealt with the case.
A plainclothes arrest team with guns drawn is their business.
"Tang Hu and Tang Biao attacked the police and took away many of their guns. How could you turn a blind eye? Director Li, you are a police officer and you are knowingly breaking the law." Nan Feng exploded, banging the table and staring at Li Changhe, fearless.
People should always persevere.
Rather than following the trend without a bottom line.
After so many years in the mixed system, Nan Feng has bent over backwards to serve the powerful, but there is a clear red line in his heart that cannot be crossed. That is the principle of being a human being and the bottom line of being a police officer.
"Tang Hu sent people to bring all the stolen guns. They fired a lot of bullets. The people who attacked the police all voluntarily surrendered. What else do you want me to do? Shoot them on the spot?" Li Changhe asked without anger or self-righteousness.
, the momentum is not weaker than the furious Nan Feng.
Nan Feng frowned, and then sneered, who could Tang Biao and Tang Hu deceive with this little trick? He stared at Li Changhe and smiled contemptuously: "You are working together in a conspiracy, and you are worthy of being the director of public security?"
"Nan Feng, be careful what you say!" Another deputy director scolded Nan Feng.
Nan Feng only glanced at the speaker with contempt from the corner of his eye. A villain who relied on flattery to make his way up was not worthy of him wasting his words.
"I won't play with you anymore, people are doing it, God is watching, just do it for the best." Nan Feng said, took out his ID, equipped his gun, threw it on the conference table, turned around and left.
At the oval conference table, some people were surprised, some laughed, some secretly admired, and some remained calm. Li Changhe stared at Nan Feng's back with a complicated expression.
He once firmly believed that he would always be a good policeman, worthy of heaven and earth. After being transferred to Xijing, he deviated from the direction step by step. Some things had to be done as a last resort. Why didn't he feel painful and blame himself, worried and sad, fearing that he would get deeper into trouble, but he could not extricate himself.
, he has long been an involuntary pawn on Wang Yiming's chessboard.
To put it bluntly, I am too selfish.
If you have the courage to risk everything, there is no need to be controlled by others.
"Director Li, Nan Feng is so shameful. He is unorganized and undisciplined. You need to punish him severely." The guy who is good at flattering and adding insult to injury made many participants despise and disgust him, and he was not ashamed to be associated with him.
"Let him go, everyone has his own ambitions." Li Changhe said lightly, without even looking at the guy who was good at flattering, he climbed up to him, and his sweet flattery and perfect flattery had no effect.
Can make him sick and wary.
The meeting broke up unhappily.
Nan Feng walked out of the building and walked down a dozen steps. He looked back at the majestic Public Security Bureau building behind him and the police badge hanging above the main entrance. His eyes were filled with nostalgia, helplessness, and pain. He took a long breath, lit a cigarette, and did not regret the choice he just made.
, Only by doing this can I live up to my conscience. I feel relieved after regretting it. I just failed to live up to Secretary Qin’s high expectations.
No matter what you do, it won't be perfect, as long as you have a clear conscience.
Nan Feng blew out a puff of smoke, as if exhaling all the turbidity and anger accumulated in his heart over the past two years, and walked carefree towards his old Sagitar sedan.
At two or three o'clock in the morning, the streets were deserted. I was driving home on Nanfeng Road when I met a drunk girl sitting on the curb with her back against a streetlight pole. She was drunk and talking nonsense. She was probably going to a nightclub. She was wearing heavy makeup and revealing clothes.
As she sat there, the miniskirt only covered half of her buttocks, her beautiful legs in stockings were fully exposed, her underwear was barely visible, and the collar of her top was in full bloom.
Two men walking together walked past the girl, looked back frequently, then turned back, obviously more than just curious.
Nan Feng, an old detective, saw at a glance that the two men were not good birds. He parked the car, pushed the door open, and scolded the two men who wanted to drive the girl up, "What are you doing?!"
"We are friends. She drank too much. Send her home."
"You mind your own business."
When the two of them saw Nan Feng alone, they immediately calmed down and became fierce.
"Friends, I just saw you walking more than ten meters and then coming back. You don't look like this girl's friend." Nan Feng's eyes were sharp. He had been working as a police officer for almost 20 years, and he had naturally accumulated an aura that Xiao Xiao was afraid of.
"I...I don't know...I know them both. Men...none...none of them are good. They all want to sleep with me, but then they dislike me and get out of here." The girl mumbled drunkenly.
When the two of them were discovered, they immediately showed their guilty conscience. The stronger man among them took out a switchblade and threatened Nan Feng, saying that if he didn't leave, he would be knifed.
Nan Feng stepped forward, knocked the two of them down with three punches and two kicks, and called 110. The patrol car drove over. The police officers who dispatched the police were surprised to see Deputy Director Nan present, and they all called Director Nan softly.
The two guys got angry and wanted to beat them up, but they didn't expect to encounter a tough fight. They were dejected and thought they were unlucky.
Nan Feng said expressionlessly: "I will no longer be the deputy director from now on."
The young police officers who sent the police looked at each other and didn't know what to say. Nan Feng personally followed them back to the police station to take notes. An accidental incident delayed Nan Feng for more than half an hour. He drove back to the community and used the key to open the security door of his home at around three o'clock in the morning.
, his face changed suddenly.
The living room was in a mess.
Furniture and appliances were overturned or smashed.
Nan Feng's heart suddenly rose to his throat, he picked up the vase on the shoe cabinet and cautiously approached the master bedroom. Only his wife, who was eight years younger than him, was at home tonight, and his son was attending a summer camp organized by the school and was not there.
Deliberately suppressed sobs came from the master bedroom. Nan Feng gritted his teeth and kicked open the door. He was relieved to find that there was no stranger in the room. Then he found his wife curled up between the window sill and the bed, her hair disheveled and sobbing, and she was completely naked.
"Meifeng, what's going on?" Nan Feng rushed to his wife's side and asked anxiously.
When Zhang Meifeng with disheveled hair saw Nan Feng, she no longer sobbed, but burst into tears. Nan Feng lifted up his wife's long hair and looked at his wife's many bruises and scars on her face and naked appearance. She realized how bad the situation was and felt like a knife.
Strangling, almost suffocating.
Zhang Meifeng is thirty-three years old, eight years younger than Nan Feng. When they got married, colleagues in the bureau joked that Nan Feng was an old cow eating young grass. The two have been married for nine years and have a good relationship.
Because Zhang Meifeng is a dance teacher at Xijing Art School, and she has been practicing and maintaining herself deliberately, the years have not left too many marks on her body. She wears makeup and dresses up, but she is still a charming woman who makes most men itch. Nan Feng is also willing to do so.
A lover who protects with his life.
"Meifeng, don't be afraid, tell me what's going on." Nan Feng asked while restraining her heartbreaking emotions.
"Tang Biao, Tang Biao is a beast." The humiliated Zhang Meifeng finally revealed the key information. After speaking, she held her head in her hands and cried.
The scene she encountered half an hour ago was a nightmare that lingered in her life. Tang Biao, who was once a colleague of her husband, broke into the house and raped her.
Tang Biao.
Nan Feng gritted his teeth, filled with hatred.
The beloved woman is the opposite of any man.
Nan Feng, who had been working in the police for many years, thought of calling the police at this moment, but immediately killed the idea. Tang Biao was Wang Yiming's man, whom Li Changhe protected at all costs. There was no point in calling the police. He might get bitten by that bastard and slander Meifeng.
Try every possible means to seduce him.
Nan Feng stood up unsteadily, trembling with hatred. Revenge must be taken!
With tears streaming down her face, Zhang Meifeng inadvertently looked up and saw her husband's ferocious expression, which she had never seen before. She panicked and choked up: "Husband, please don't do anything stupid."
"No, I'll take you to the hospital first." Nan Feng bent down to dress his wife, but everyone could feel that the seeds of hatred had taken root in his heart.
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Tang Biao fled and is missing. He is being pursued with all his strength. This is the explanation given by the Xijing Municipal Bureau to the Taiyuan police. There is nothing the Taiyuan side can do.
No one can say for sure when the culprit who paid for the car accident and killed someone will be caught. Another person who was eyeing Tang Biao used his own means to confirm that Tang Biao was still at the Crown Hotel, and that Tang Biao was at the Crown Hotel almost every day.
Find fun in the hotel's casino and bathing center.
This person called the police anonymously, but as expected, his efforts were in vain.
How to take revenge... An extremely haggard man with an unshaven beard squatted outside the Crown Hotel and thought hard. No one recognized him as Nan Feng, who almost became the police chief of Xijing.
Nan Feng touched the snakeskin bag beside him, which contained a five-shot shotgun with a sawn-off barrel. He wanted revenge... He could only rely on himself. Once Tang Biao walked out of the hotel, he would rush forward without hesitation.
In the next few days, he disguised himself as a homeless man and wandered around the Crown Hotel every day. He was willing to pay attention to his will. One morning, Tang Biao actually walked out of the hotel alone and walked to the parking lot. He was so arrogant. This bastard really had the arrogance to do it.
The capital is protected by people with great skills.
Nan Feng squatted under a tree not far from the parking lot, staring at Tang Biao with his bloodshot eyes. He slowly took out the shotgun from the dirty bag. He saw the opportunity and was about to rush out.
Put it on his shoulders and hold him down.
Has it been discovered?
He was shocked, turned around, and tried his best to turn the gun. He didn't pull the trigger for a long time because the man beside him appeared out of nowhere to calm him down.
Yang Chen.
A pervert that countless ordinary people strive to look up to.
"If you do this, not only will you not be able to get revenge, but you will also destroy yourself." Yang Chen smoked carelessly and smiled lightly. He knew Nan Feng's experience in more detail, and the city bureau had an informant planted by him.
"Then what should I do? Just ignore him like you?" Nan Feng, who risked all his life to kill, was no longer afraid of Yang Chen's fame and taunted him.
He had hoped that Yang Chen would deal with Tang Hu and Tang Biao, and bring down Li Changhe and even Wang Yiming. However, Yang Chen had done nothing during his return, and he was extremely disappointed.
Yang Chen smiled and said: "It will definitely take time to kill them all. If you act rashly, you may ruin my plan."
"Kill them all?" Nan Feng asked in surprise.
"Yes, it's tonight, so you can bear with it for the time being." Yang Chen flicked off the ashes with a deep smile. How could this guy turn a blind eye to what Tang Hu and Tang Biao did.
"Oh..." Nan Feng nodded with a complicated expression. When no one was paying attention, he put away the shotgun and looked forward to nightfall.
