Hearing this, Xing Ronghuo couldn't help but laugh.
He has been working in this industry for nearly thirty years, and his experience and experience are second to none.
Even if there is not much room for promotion, it is because he rarely considers procedures and mainly focuses on catching criminals, so he made many small mistakes.
But this does not mean that his ability is insufficient. When it comes to curbing illegal crimes, Xing Ronghuo considers himself to be good enough.
Therefore, he has always been "alone" in handling cases. Even if he is assigned an assistant, he is unwilling to take one as he thinks it will be a burden.
Although people like Jiang Zhihao are somewhat famous, most of them are in business.
Xing Ronghuo believes that business and fighting crimes are two different things. Just because you can make money does not mean you know how to catch criminals.
Jiang Zhihao said that if Xing Ronghuo needed help, he could come to him. To Xing Ronghuo, this was like a child teaching a boxing champion how to box.
So he said bluntly: "I don't think I need your help very much. I came here mainly to find out about the human traffickers. Since Mr. Jiang said that his information channels need to be kept confidential, I will not force him. After all, there is no evidence."
Prove that you are related to these human traffickers."
"Of course, I am a good citizen who abides by the law, so naturally I won't do anything. But I am not arrogant when I say you need my help. I just really want to help you." Jiang Zhihao said.
He had heard of Xing Ronghuo in his previous life.
He was upright throughout his life and solved many major cases. Unfortunately, he offended too many people and was assassinated before he could retire.
This case was not solved until Jiang Zhihao was reborn.
Jiang Zhihao couldn't help but feel pity for the people from his hometown, so he thought of helping him if he was lucky enough to meet him in this life.
As for what Xing Ronghui thinks, Jiang Zhihao doesn't care.
"Okay, I accept your offer, but handling the case is not as simple as you think. I don't understand business matters. I only know that I can't help me much."
, that old classmate of mine admires you very much."
Jiang Zhihao saw that he was not willing to communicate more, and he did not force him. But while shaking hands, he suddenly remembered something.
"Today is September 7th?" Jiang Zhihao asked.
Xing Ronghuo hummed, raised his hand and looked at his watch, and said, "It's getting late, so I won't delay your business. Goodbye."
"Wait a minute." Jiang Zhihao stopped him and said, "When you go home from get off work today, it's best not to hand over your gun. It may be useful to keep it with you."
"Oh?" Xing Ronghuo laughed and said, "What, do you think something will happen to me after get off work?"
"My intuition tells me that it will be." Jiang Zhihao said with certainty.
"Okay, see you then." Xing Ronghuo shook his head slightly and turned to leave.
He walked away quickly, obviously not wanting to say anything more to Jiang Zhihao.
Looking at his back, Jiang Zhihao sighed slightly.
In the memory of his previous life, on September 7th, on his way home, Xing Ronghuo encountered an incident of revenge against society.
The man hacked passers-by with a knife. In order to stop the man, Xing Ronghuo used his bare hands, and the tendons in his hands were cut off.
In the end, colleagues came to support and shot the man dead, thus preventing further casualties.
Although he was later connected, it also affected his life. On several occasions when he was holding a gun, he missed opportunities because his hands were not flexible enough.
Jiang Zhihao couldn't explain this kind of thing too clearly, otherwise he would be regarded as an alien or a madman, which would not be a good thing.