The political commissar is a fifty-year-old uncle who used to be good friends with Long Qingtian's father, so he and Long Qingtian usually get along well.
Seeing Long Qingtian now, he couldn't help but twist his brows, "Qingtian, what are you doing here?"
After he finished speaking, everyone reacted and stood up in unison to salute Long Qingtian.
Long Qingtian ignored everyone's etiquette, gave a military salute to the political commissar, and then directly got to the topic:
"What's on trial?"
He overcame this problem.
This is not his responsibility at all.
But he asked naturally.
The tone in which this question was asked was very cold. Long Qingtian's eyes swept away, and someone immediately spoke: "That's it, chief, yesterday I helped the police station perform its tasks, and a suspect escaped. Comrade Mo Jiu clearly had
There was a chance to catch him or shoot him, but Mo Jiu actually watched him run away."
"Is there any evidence?"
"You can clearly see it in the video."
Long Qingtian glanced at Mo Jiu. As soon as Mo Jiu met those eyes, he immediately lowered his head with guilt.
Mo Jiu suddenly felt very incompetent, as if after entering the military area, he had done nothing but cause trouble to Long Qingtian...
Long Qingtian spoke again: "Who asked them to carry out the mission?"
Someone replied: "Lu Lan."
"Do you have a warrant for me?"
As soon as this question came up, everyone was stunned. Who would investigate this kind of question?
Long Qingtian's voice was still cold, "My warrant clearly states that the suspect must be caught?"
Everyone was silent.
Who reads the warrant?
Long Qingtian said: "Let's find out these things first, and then come to trouble her!"
He directly described the interrogation of Mo Jiu by this group of people as looking for trouble, making his position clear.
Then, Long Qingtian held Mo Jiu's wrist and strode outside.
Mo Jiu looked back at the group of people in surprise, this...is it over?
She knew that Long Qingtian deliberately raised issues with those warrants just to delay time. But if he delayed today, could he survive tomorrow?
Mo was silent for a long time.
The two of them walked in silence until they left the Military Procuratorate. Mo Jiu still seemed to feel a chill in his back.
They walked into a small forest and there was no one around.
Mo Jiu paused, lowered his head, and whispered: "Brother, I'm sorry."
Long Qingtian didn't speak, but he stopped and stood in front of her, only giving her a back view.
Mojiu knew that this was Long Qingtian waiting for her to speak.
Mo Jiu was silent for a while, and finally said, "That person is Han Chaoyang."
Long Qingtian didn't speak.
Mo Jiu lowered his head, "I don't know why he is there, but brother, I can't shoot, and I can't tell who he is. If I tell him, he will be dead!"
"So you're not afraid that if you don't say anything, you'll be finished?!"
Long Qingtian finally spoke.
He turned back suddenly, held her shoulders firmly with his two big hands, and stared at her deeply with his dark eyes. There was disappointment, jealousy, and deep love in those eyes.
"Mo Jiu, his future is important, so your future is not important?!"
Long Qingtian's voice was very low. Such a low voice was so sexy that it made people's skin crawl. It sounded so good.
Unfortunately, Mojiu didn't have the chance to appreciate his voice at this moment. She just widened her eyes, bit her lip, and looked at the man in front of her.
