Although Zhang Yang was walking forward, his attention was always on the old janitor behind him. If the old man suddenly asked him or shouted, he would have to escape immediately.
Fortunately, Zhang Yang only gave a false alarm and the old man did not move.
Zhang Yang couldn't help but take a long breath. It seemed that his disguise was quite successful.
When Zhang Yang walked to the office, he couldn't help but feel ecstatic. He didn't expect that the first plan he made had achieved his goal, because the middle-aged policeman was the only one in the office. He was not wearing a uniform and was writing something at his desk.
"Dong dong..." Zhang Yang knocked politely without entering the door.
"What are you doing?" The middle-aged policeman looked up at Zhang Yang and immediately went to his desk to write something.
"Uncle policeman...I'm here...to report the crime..." Zhang Yang stammered.
"What crime are you reporting? Tell me!" The middle-aged policeman finally raised his head. The young man who reported the crime seemed to have some brain problems. He was stammering and his eyes were a little distracted.
"I...I...I just...went there to play...and found...I found a lot of these things..." Zhang Yang shook his head and took out many blue cigarette boxes from his backpack.
"The best Furong King!" The middle-aged policeman's eyes lit up, he put down the pen in his hand, took the few packs of cigarettes in Zhang Yang's hand from Zhang Yang, looked at them in his hand, shook his head and said, "Where did you find it?"
, how many more do you have?”
"There are...many...many...several big boxes...I don't have anything to put...so...I just took...so many..."
Zhang Yang put dozens of packs of cigarettes in his backpack on the table. This time, in order to avenge Liu Biao's slaps, Zhang Yang spent a lot of money and bought a few top-quality Furong King cigarettes, which cost more than a thousand oceans.
, Although Zhang Yang was reluctant to part with it, he thought it was worth it. If Liu Biao was always worried about this matter and couldn't sleep, spending this small amount of money would be nothing.
"How many boxes?"
The middle-aged policeman stood up suddenly. He almost immediately thought of tobacco smuggling. You know, tobacco monopoly has been implemented now. Cigarette smuggling is a lucrative industry even in the mainland. Many people drag cigarettes exported to
Seek huge profits locally from the price difference.
"Uh-huh... uh-huh... there are three boxes... five boxes... seven boxes..." Zhang Yang tugged at his fingers, drooling at the corners of his mouth, looking like a fool.
"Who asked you to report the crime? Does anyone know?" The middle-aged policeman controlled his violent heartbeat. If there were really so many, they would be at least hundreds of thousands, or even millions.
"My mom... Mommy said... you should tell the police if you encounter someone else's lost things... No one knows, so I came here directly..."
"Well, good boy, your mother taught you right. Let's go and take a look. Don't tell anyone else. The police officer will take a look first and then make a decision." The middle-aged policeman stood up and put Zhang Yang's cigarettes in a black plastic bag.
Once done, put it in the drawer and lock it.
The two of them walked out of the office. When Zhang Yang came out, they immediately saw the old man at the door looking at him, as if he was still confused. It seemed that the old man was very impressed by Zhang Yang, otherwise he wouldn't have such an expression.
Zhang Yang's heart beat violently again.
The old man opened his mouth when he saw Zhang Yang and the middle-aged policeman approaching. He was about to speak, but he knew that the policeman spoke first.
"I'm in a hurry to go out now. This kid is a distant relative of mine. Well, there's something here..." The middle-aged policeman interrupted before the old guard could say anything. He glanced at Zhang Yang and pointed at his head, meaning
It means there is something wrong with Zhang Yang's head.
"ah……"
The old man opened his mouth, but before he could react, the police had already taken Zhang Yang away, leaving the old man racking his brains to figure out where he had seen this young man before, and why he felt so familiar, that figure,
And the movement of walking...
While the old man was thinking hard, Zhang Yang had already led the middle-aged policeman to the unfinished building and pushed it to the wall. In fact, the unfinished building was just across the wall from the anti-riot detachment. The only difference was that
Turn a corner.
"Police...uncle policeman...should we...should we tell the gatekeeper..." Zhang Yang stammered and nodded towards the place outside the door.
"No, let's take a look first and the police will take care of it."
The middle-aged policeman looked at this unfinished building and couldn't help but admire the cigarette smuggler. He dared to choose this kind of place to store his goods. This was in line with the old saying that the more dangerous the place, the safer it is. Of course, the middle-aged policeman
I still have some suspicion that the developer of this building is engaging in smuggling. After all, it is not easy for ordinary people to put things into this unfinished building. At least, there are still people here watching...
"Oh...I heard from the police uncle, mommy told me this..." Zhang Yang looked like a good boy.
"Yeah, you're a good boy. The police officer will buy you candies later, but you have to remember not to tell others, okay?" the middle-aged policeman said with a gentle and kind smile.
"Well, I won't tell anyone."
The police didn't notice that Zhang Yang suddenly stopped stuttering when he spoke...
…
The two of them talked all the way and entered the unfinished building. They climbed from the fire staircase to a small room on the third floor. The light in this room was very weak. It might be used as a toilet and there was a vent.
"Where is the smoke?" Looking at the empty room, he suddenly had a bad feeling. Unfortunately, it was too late.
"Here..."
"Peng..."
As soon as Zhang Yang finished speaking, he slashed the middle-aged policeman on the neck with his palm. The middle-aged policeman felt dizzy and collapsed on the ground as if his bones had been ripped out. The moment he fainted, he
I regret it very much. According to police regulations, a report like this should be made by at least two people...
Of course, he didn't know that Zhang Yang had already prepared for the worst. Even if there were three people, he still had a certain degree of confidence. This certainty came from the recent manifestation of strength. Of course, if he surpassed the three people, he would give up. After all, the police
It's a policeman, and he can't kill, he can only knock him unconscious, which is more technically difficult than killing several policemen.
Zhang Yang first carefully cleaned the policeman's belongings, including turning off his cell phone, and then unceremoniously put the more than 2,000 yuan in the policeman's wallet into his own pocket, which could just make up for the few top-quality Furong Wang items.
loss.
He tied up the policeman and wrapped it with tape, threw him in the corner, clapped his hands and left.
When Zhang Yang walked out of the half wall, he happened to see the police car driving past. Zhang Yang couldn't help but smile, took out the mobile phone he bought for 40 yuan and threw it to the overgrown wall. The phone had already
Shut down.
When Zhang Yang returned to the bar, he couldn't help but feel his head pounding, because Liu Biao was still fighting against that smart program.
He has been out for more than three hours, and he is still fighting.
"How many games are there?" Zhang Yang leaned over and asked.
"It's only eighty rounds. Damn, I didn't win a single round against him. Damn it, how can he be so good? I'm going to risk everything today..." Liu Biao was gearing up, as if he was preparing for a big fight.
"..."
Zhang Yang wanted to tell him that the other party was a smart program, but he opened his mouth and still didn't say anything. Since the young monk didn't say it himself, Zhang Yang still thought it was better not to say it. The young monk seemed to have a weird personality and should not be offended.
"When is it?" Liu Biao asked, staring at the computer.
"...Brother Biao, there is time on the computer. It's already past nine o'clock and almost ten o'clock. We still have things to do..." Zhang Yang was depressed. If Liu Biao's opponent hadn't been that smart program, he would have slapped him long ago.
Liu Biao's head was on fire.
"Ah...really, ***, I almost forgot, we are still going to make trouble for that guy today. It seems that we won't be able to complete this hundred rounds." Liu Biao said with a little regret.
"Tell him that you have something to do and leave first."
"Um"
Zonghengsihai: I have something very important right now and I can’t accompany you anymore.
Luotongsha: Ah... I'm not satisfied yet...
Zonghengsihai: Brother, I'm sorry. This matter is very important. If I don't do it, I won't be able to sleep for the rest of my life. How about we kill him for a few days and nights next time?
Luo Tong Sha: That's very good, that's the agreement, be careful.
Zonghengsihai: Okay, I’m off. I’ll add you as a QQ friend.
Luotong Sha: Well, I added it, go and do it, just be careful, I'm still waiting for you to play chess.
…
Seeing the two people's answers, Zhang Yang couldn't help wiping the sweat from his forehead. Liu Biao and the young monk were really a match made in heaven. One was called "Luotong Sha" and the other was called "Zonghengsihai"...