CID department, Zhou Xingxing rushed to the police station early this morning, not for any other reason, just to make the colleagues around him "sigh" on him.
"Zhou Xingxing, weren't you shot? How come you were discharged from the hospital so quickly?" Broomstick Xing immediately satisfied Zhou Xingxing's vanity, and she looked at Zhou Xingxing curiously.
“It’s just——” Zhou Xingxing puffed up his chest and raised his voice: “I was only shot twice, what’s the big deal.”
The broom star’s curious face immediately turned into a face of admiration.
"Yesterday's Mingxin Hospital case was very dangerous! Tell us about the specific situation. Those criminals were so abominable that they even forced Sir Li to take off his pants in public." Broom Star said angrily.
“Knife, knife!” Zhou Xingxing hinted blatantly.
"What knife? Oh yes, Zhou Xingxing, I read the news report that you have a very sharp knife, show it to me quickly." Broomstick Xing asked excitedly.
"Ahem——!" Zhou Xingxing asked pretending to be reserved: "The newspaper didn't say that it was because I, Sir Zhou Xingxing, stayed calm in the face of danger, made a decisive decision at the critical moment, cut off Johnny Wang's wrist with one knife, and successfully snatched him away.
Did the detonator prevent an inhumane massacre?"
“No!” the broom star replied honestly.
Zhou Xingxing: "..."
“How is this possible?” Zhou Xingxing quickly flipped through today’s news on the table.
There were five or six Hong Kong Island's most authoritative newspapers on the table. The reports in them mentioned that Zhou Xingxing cut off Johnny Wang's wrist with a knife and snatched the pressure detonator. Zhou Xingxing's name was not even mentioned. They even wore heavy makeup.
I saw Li Sir's coquettish red underwear, but I couldn't find Zhou Xingxing's name in any corner of the report.
“Alas——!” Zhou Xingxing sighed in frustration.
“Here, your heroic deeds are written in these newspapers.” Broomstick friendly handed the other newspapers to Zhou Xingxing.
Zhou Xingxing’s loss came and went even faster. He immediately took the newspaper and started reading it excitedly.
'At this critical moment, a flash of sword light suddenly flashed, and everything was silent for a moment. When everyone came back to their senses, they only saw a handsome pork guy, ahem, a typo, a handsome guy.
A dashing policeman appeared in front of everyone. He was pointing his fingers with his left hand. He was holding in his right hand, uh, I read it right. It was an ordinary kitchen knife. Although this knife was made of ordinary iron, it was in Zhou Xingxing's eyes.
In the hands of a master like Sir Zhou, that would be...'
“This is a martial arts novel. How can anyone believe it? It’s so exaggerated. It’s completely nonsense.” Zhou Xingxing jumped to his feet and scolded sadly and indignantly.
“No! I think the writing is very good! The department refuses to reimburse the cost of such newspapers, so I paid for these newspapers myself!” Broom Star immediately rebutted Zhou Xingxing.
"..." Zhou Xingxing looked at the covers of the newspapers and realized that these were all entertainment newspapers. They usually reported celebrity gossip, but Zhou Xingxing did not dare to refute the gossip.
Zhou Xingxing glanced at the reporter’s signature with hatred: ‘The man with the dream’
“90% of the time this person is a fool!” Zhou Xingxing concluded.
In the twenty-first century, a certain nerdy writer sneezed for no reason. He rubbed his nose and continued to type hard.
"Does soft rice really taste better than hard rice?" Zhou Xingxing looked at the photos of Cao Dahua on the front pages of major news, and felt very unbalanced. He is also a foodie, and he works so hard every day and thinks about it all.
Although he has made meritorious deeds, he is still left far behind by this idiot Cao Dahua. Thinking about it, he is really unwilling to accept it.
“What, you want to eat soft food too?” Instructor Hu suddenly appeared behind Zhou Xingxing and snorted coldly.
Instructor Hu is well-informed and has already found out the details of Cao Dahua, a super soft rice king.
Zhou Xingxing turned to look at Instructor Hu. The guy didn't know what he was thinking of. He rolled his wretched eyes and blurted out excitedly: "I can do it."
“…” Instructor Hu frowned.
“Instructor Hu, Zhou Xingxing wants to eat your soft rice.” Broom Star God said with a finishing blow.
Zhou Xingxing’s face changed and he ran away.
"Snapped--!"
Zhou Xingxing was just starting to start, when he tripped over a foot and hit his face heavily on the floor. The person who kicked was Hui Yinghong. At this time, she and Chen Yalun were glaring at Zhou Xingxing’s back angrily.
"Bitter!" Zhou Xingxing screamed in his heart, and he thought of a solution in an instant. The guy immediately relaxed, his body went limp, and he pretended to fall and fainted. Not to mention Sir Zhou's other abilities, he was very good at acting.
The most important thing is that this guy loves acting and tinkering with his own scripts.
In fact, Zhou Xingxing does not need to envy Cao Dahua at all. The higher the news media praises Cao Dahua, the harder he will fall and the bigger the blame he will bear. This is inevitable. Superintendent Guilao, who is in charge of the Western District, wants to shirk the blame.
Responsibility, has formed an offensive and defensive alliance with Huang Bingyao, and fires at Ye Dexian with all his strength. Once Ye Dexian cannot hold it back, Cao Dahua will rush to the street.
Western District Police Station.
"Alang, do you really want to resign? Don't you think about it any more?" Peng Xinjian said with a look of regret: "How about this! I will let you participate for half a month, and you can make a decision after thinking about it, or
You can take a clerical job, and I can help you arrange it."
Jiang Lang glanced at the case handling lobby outside Peng Xinjian's office, and finally shook his head: "No! You'd better apply for resignation for me! Help me settle all my salary and bonuses."
Jiang Lang has been an undercover agent on the road for eight years. From a low-level gangster, he has become the second-in-command of a criminal gang. Even if Peng Xinjian arranges a desk outside for Jiang Lang, no police officer will believe it.
Jiang Lang, a tainted colleague.
Erwuzi, no matter whether they are white or underworld, there is no room for such people, but it is a pity for Jiang Lang. Peng Xinjian is the person directly in charge of Jiang Lang, and he absolutely trusts Jiang Lang.
“No matter what, I still hope you will think it over carefully.” Peng Xinjian handed a document bag to Jiang Lang.
“Okay——!” Jiang Lang responded perfunctorily and opened the document bag decisively. There was Jiang Lang’s identity information and a check inside.
"No way! I have been an undercover agent for eight years. Eight years, eight years of worrying about the task, is worth 640,000?" Jiang Lang laughed out loud with anger. He worked under Uncle Hai and made a mistake.
Not only did I get this amount of money for every trip, but I worked as an undercover police officer for eight years before I could get this amount of money.
Jiang Lang originally wanted to buy a house in Iceland after taking the money and live the rest of his life comfortably. With the money now, it is enough to go to Iceland and work as a breadwinner.
“Six hundred and forty thousand is a lot!” Peng Xinjian patted Jiang Lang’s shoulder comfortingly: “It was originally five hundred and sixty thousand, and I spent a lot of effort to help you apply for this amount.”
As soon as Jiang Lang put away his document bag, Yuan Haoyun barged in.
“Peng Xinjian, why did you transfer me to the traffic team!” Before Yuan Haoyun entered the room, a loud shout came in.
Peng Xinjian heard Yuan Haoyun call him by his first name and said with a cold face: "Job transfers are the responsibility of the personnel department..."
“But you signed and agreed!” Before Peng Xinjian finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yuan Haoyun.
“Yes——!” Peng Xinjian shouted angrily: “I want to transfer you to the traffic team. If you don’t agree, you can quit. I can help you issue a resignation letter now.”
"..." Yuan Haoyun was stunned. He realized that Peng Xinjian was not joking. Has this guy found someone who can replace him?
Yuan Haoyun looked at Jiang Lang.
“No, I mean it’s good to be transferred to the traffic team. Come in and ask where can I get the traffic team uniform?”
