Immediately, two young police officers respectfully walked up to Baili Rouwen and detained Zhao San, looking in the direction of his collar.
There are usually elastic cords on both sides of the collar of a sweatshirt, and a plastic seal at the end of the cord.
When the two police officers heard what Baili Wenrou said just now, they immediately pulled the elastic cord on Zhao San's collar.
But who knew that Zhao San was lying on the table, covering his collar and shouting: "What are you going to do? I tell you, if you damage my clothes and damage my personal property, you will also have to pay for it. And this woman just now
Then you don’t care about beating me. If you policemen don’t do anything, I will sue you. Don’t touch me and go away!”
"Catch him!" the older policeman ordered with a serious face.
Upon hearing this, Zhao San was lifted from his lying state and pressed onto the back of the chair.
Everyone in the audience was looking at Zhao San who was killing a pig. This was completely different from the law enforcement just now. It was just like that.
Everyone swallowed their saliva, and then they saw that a check was actually found on Zhao San's body.
From the end of the drawstring, the plastic is actually empty, just enough to fold and roll the check and put it in.
The middle-aged man who had his check stolen stood up excitedly when he saw the check was found.
Many policemen looked at the gangsters who often visited the police station in the lobby, with rare expressions of fear, and finally felt proud.
I knew I had no chance of making excuses now.
At this time, Zhao San on the other side was pressed down on his seat, his face was ashen.
Regardless of the injury on the cheek and the broken glasses, his eyes fell in the direction of Baili Wenwen, looking at her and thanking her: "Thank you, thank you! Thank you."
All the criminals in the audience couldn't help but shrink their necks when they heard this.
Baili's gentle eyes fell on him, and then he said to the surrounding police officers: "Violent law enforcement is wrong, but... in the face of people who commit crimes again and again and have no respect for the law. I support you.
Use violence to enforce the law."
"See if it's correct, verify it, you can keep this check." The auditor handed the check to the middle-aged man and said.
"I was wondering why the drawstring on this dress is so thick? I didn't expect it to have a mechanism?" The young man who was interrogating took the check he found and opened it. Sure enough, one million was written on it.
He didn't expect that the check would be recovered. He was originally thinking about how he would explain it when he went back. This money was too important to him.
The middle-aged man looked at the check, then knelt down excitedly: "Thank you, thank you very much, thank you so much."
Don't tell me, these gangsters are really difficult to discipline.
Better behaved than ever before.
Thinking of how gentle Baili had been and how Zhao San looked now, they all lowered their heads in silence.
Many of them are released after being held for more than ten to twenty days, and the chances of stealing and robbing them are very high.
For prisoners whose chances of re-offending are high enough and who despise the law, simply being detained for a few months will not be enough to deter them. In particular, many of the elderly people defrauded are poor people with no money, and their fate will be much worse than theirs.
Of course, maybe the chief of staff said this just to let these gangsters hear it. If you don't know how to be afraid and want to do it again, it may not be so easy to pass the test.
"The police can teach us a lesson, but who are you? Officers, why don't you just ignore her beating me like this?" Zhao San yelled angrily at this time.