After a fierce battle, the female police officer was in a terrible state. Her clothes were soaked by the rain and stained with a lot of masonry and mud debris. Her short hair was disheveled and she faced Liu Ziguang with tears streaming down her face.
Liu Ziguang subconsciously hugged Officer Hu. Her delicate body under the tight Leica T-shirt was hot, bumpy, and full of elasticity. If she put on fashionable clothes, she would definitely be the kind of girl who would turn heads when walking on the street. Unfortunately,
Officer Hu usually only likes masculine-colored clothes such as T-shirts and khaki pants, and she doesn't wear makeup, so she doesn't attract much attention from men. Even Liu Ziguang didn't take a close look at her.
Now the two of them were so close that they could even feel each other's heartbeats. There was silence everywhere. The plain face without makeup that Hu Rong raised slightly turned out to be as stunning as a white lotus. The only flaw was that this little face was as stunning as a white lotus.
There was some dust on his face, washed away by two tears, and he looked like a kitten with a colorful face.
What made her cry was that there was an obvious bullet scratch mark near Liu Ziguang's left temple, his hair was singed, and there was some faint bleeding. If it were just a few millimeters off, I'm afraid Liu Ziguang wouldn't be standing here alive, and
It turned into a body that couldn't breathe in the muddy water.
"If you run away, just run away. Our police will arrest them again. Why are you working so hard? You are made of iron!" Hu Rong suddenly scolded Liu Ziguang fiercely.
Liu Ziguang was speechless. He spread his hands and was about to explain. Hu Rong hugged him hard again, with two arms clamped around his waist like iron hoops. Liu Ziguang gave a bitter smile. This girl must be fine just to lift dumbbells. Her arms are so strong.
, being held by others, he had no place to put his hands, so he had to put them on Hu Rong's small waist.
There is not a trace of fat on the waist of the small man who is not too big to hold. It is full of strength and elasticity and feels quite good. However, what makes the scene more embarrassing is that there is a huge and cold Type 92 pistol on the back of the waist, reminding Liu Ziguang not to forget
, this is a cold-faced female detective.
"Where did your gun come from? Did it come from the captured gangsters?" Hu Rong asked suddenly. Liu Ziguang was stunned, and then nodded hurriedly: "Yes, I picked it up in their car."
Liu Ziguang didn't know whether this was a reasonable explanation for Hu Rong's illegal possession of the gun, or whether she really thought she had picked up the gun. In any case, he had no choice but to admit it now.
"Which direction did they escape to?" Hu Rong then remembered the business.
"Over there" Li Ziguang pointed in the direction of the abandoned crematorium. He was pointing in the right direction because he believed that Zhang Baiqiang and the four gangsters could still handle this small problem.
Hu Rong immediately took out the walkie-talkie and reported to the leaders. The leaders there were all crazy. If something happened to the daughter of the deputy mayor and secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Committee, many people would take off their hats. The leader who led the team grabbed the walkie-talkie and said,
He ordered Hu Rong in an extremely stern tone to return immediately without making any mistakes and never to pursue the criminals single-handedly.
"I understand, it's over." Hu Rong put down the walkie-talkie and got on the motorcycle, saying to Liu Ziguang: "Get in the car, I'll take you."
"You take me? That's not good." Liu Ziguang rubbed his hands and said. The two of them were riding a motorcycle together. This was too ambiguous.
"Just get on it, there's so much nonsense, mother-in-law!" Hu Rong said disdainfully and hit the accelerator with her right hand, while the motorcycle roared impatiently and bursts of blue smoke came out of the exhaust pipe.
"Then I'll fuck you." Liu Ziguang had no choice but to get on the back seat of the motorcycle, pretending not to hold Hu Rong's waist.
"Hold my waist, or I'll knock you to death later." Hu Rong ordered domineeringly.
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Hu Rong drove his motorcycle back to the cemetery in full view of the public. The place had been tightly cordoned off by the police and all personnel were prohibited from entering and exiting to prevent leakage of information. For no other reason than this, it was a critical period for the construction of Jiangbei City. Any negative news
No matter what the cost, it must be suppressed.
The policemen looked angrily at Liu Ziguang sitting on the back seat of Interpol Zhihua's motorcycle, with his hands dishonestly wrapped around Hu Rong's slim waist. At that time, a young and energetic policeman walked up and questioned: "
What do you do?"
Hu Rong stopped the car, Liu Ziguang got out of the car and said with a smile: "I don't do anything, I'm just a passing citizen."
"He is Liu Ziguang. Without his help, it would be difficult for Han Da and I to defeat those gang of desperadoes." Hu Rong rolled her eyes at the detective angrily.
Although he had never met Liu Ziguang, his name was still well-known in the Jiangbei public security system. The young detective suddenly became speechless and walked aside to maintain the blockade.
Han Guang jumped out of the ambulance and came over to shake hands with Liu Ziguang: "Old Liu, thank you."
Liu Ziguang said: "You're welcome, I'm doing this for myself, otherwise maybe something will be slapped on my head regarding Yang Feng."
Han Guang smiled awkwardly, changed the subject and said, "Where are those gangsters?"
"Run away." Liu Ziguang didn't say much, but the blood and mud all over his body, as well as the trace of a bullet grazing his head, silently told Han Guang that he had experienced an unimaginable life-and-death struggle.
The leader issued an order to strictly guard all checkpoints. Hospitals and clinics in the city, county and district paid attention to receiving patients. At the same time, the armed police mobile squadron was dispatched to track and pursue the gangsters in the direction of their escape. When necessary, large groups of troops were dispatched.
The troops conducted a dragnet search.
However, all this has nothing to do with Liu Ziguang. He has successfully cleared himself and is currently sitting on the pedal of the ambulance smoking. The cigarettes in his mouth are the filial piety of the criminal police members. The second brigade
Men don't care about Liu Ziguang's status in the world. He risked his life to help Han Da and Hu Rong. For this reason, everyone respects him.
"No smoking!" After Hu Rong reported to the leader, he suddenly appeared from Liu Ziguang's side, snatched the cigarette from his mouth and threw it into the muddy water. At the same time, he pointed to the oxygen bottle in the ambulance, and then
He clapped his hands and left as if victorious.
Who does this stinky girl think is mine? She just hugged her twice and hugged her waist, and she took care of me before we were done. If she really fell in love with her, she wouldn't cause a lot of trouble.
Liu Ziguang thought viciously, and Han Guang came over, patted him on the shoulder, handed him a cigarette, and said thoughtfully: "Actually, comrade Xiao Hu is quite good, a little fierce, but he has a good heart.
"
Liu Ziguang didn't dare to answer, thinking, why are you trying to say this? No matter how good Officer Hu is, it's still a matter for your public security system to digest internally.
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Liu Ziguang followed the police car back. After arriving in the city, he did not dare to go home because his head was still wrapped with gauze. Just then, Li Wan called and said that he had cooked something at home and asked him to come over to eat, so he beat him.
The car drove straight to Jinguan City. Sitting in the back seat of the taxi, he felt that there was a car following closely behind him, and he did not hide that he was following him, and followed him so carelessly.
"Master, please put on the brakes at the corner." Liu Ziguang stuffed a fifty-yuan bill over. The taxi driver didn't understand, so he added: "Don't worry about anything, don't stop the car and leave."
"Okay." The driver reached the corner in front, and indeed he braked and slowed down. Liu Ziguang quickly opened the door and ran out. The taxi continued to refuel and left. The people following behind found that the person in the back seat was missing, so they immediately braked and stopped.
A man's head stretched out from the seat and looked around.
Suddenly, a person rushed out of the diagonal stab, grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out of the car. Two big-eared posts appeared across his face.
"How dare you follow me? Are you afraid of a leopard? Who sent you?" Liu Ziguang asked fiercely.
The man was caught off guard and was slapped so hard that he lost his golden glasses. He was very tough and stared at Liu Ziguang without saying a word. Liu Ziguang looked at his license plate and saw that it seemed to be from the government system, so he thought it was Yang Feng.
The man sent by his family to compliment him snorted coldly, helped the man with gold-rimmed glasses adjust the collar of his suit, patted his cheek and said, "Be smarter next time, or I won't be so lucky if you catch me again."
After saying that, he walked away, and two cars with foreign license plates slowly approached. Several well-dressed men jumped out of the car, helped up the man with gold-rimmed glasses, and asked, "Director Jin, is it okay?"
Director Jin spat out bloody spit, rubbed his face that was numb from the beating, and said with a wry smile: "He is indeed a hot-tempered guy."
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When I arrived at Li Wan's house, I was met with another round of complaints. Everything happened again, and his head was broken. No wonder Li Wan was unhappy. Mr. Li thought that the first aiders had not bandaged it well, so he personally took out the medical bag and untied Liu Zi's bald head.
I put some gauze on him, applied the medicine on him, and wrapped it with new gauze.
Li Wan's movements were very gentle and slow. Compared with Fang Fei, who was a nurse, he seemed very unfamiliar. For a moment, Liu Ziguang actually missed Fang Fei. The poor little nurse didn't know how she was doing in Africa. She hadn't heard from him for a long time.
There is news about her.
"Do you have a mobile phone here? Find me one." Liu Ziguang took out his copycat phone that was soaked in mud and water, opened the back cover and took out the SIM card.
"Yes, a friend gave it to me some time ago. Do you want to read and use it?" Li Wan returned to the study and brought out a box, which was the latest version of iPhone 5.
"Okay, let's just use it." Liu Ziguang opened the box and put the sim card in. After a while, the phone rang. When he picked it up, he found that the number was not displayed.
"Surprising." Liu Ziguang muttered and pressed the answer button: "Hello, who is this?"
"Red Star Company? I have a business deal that I want to discuss with you." The other party spoke standard Mandarin with no discernable accent.
This mobile phone number is for Liu Ziguang's personal use. No one knows it except his family and good friends, and it will not be used as a business contact number. He immediately became vigilant and said coldly: "You dialed the wrong number."
Not long after hanging up the phone, Li Wan's landline also rang. Li Wan walked over to take a look and wondered: "Why is there no caller ID?" After answering, the other party said politely: "Please give the phone to Liu Ziguang."
Liu Ziguang was shocked, and a sense of unknown danger came to mind. He immediately pushed Li Wan into the bathroom without windows, closed all the curtains in the room, and blocked all possible ways for snipers to see the room. Then he picked up the phone: "You
Who is it?"
"You don't need to know who I am, you just need to understand that I am your customer, understand?"
The other party's voice sounded condescending, and this inexplicable sense of superiority made Liu Ziguang very unhappy. He snorted coldly and replied directly: "I understand, sister!"