Chapter 67: Sitting on the ground to divide the spoils and dig a hole on the spot
Sima Chuiyun and Chen Hongzhi were stunned when they heard this, and Ning Min'er and Fatty Zhao also covered their mouths in amazement.
Zhang Guanglie from the Ziyun Town Police Station, his little eyes widened, hurried over and said with a cheerful smile:
"Captain Chen, do you want to talk about it again? Those things are worthless if they are broken?"
Chen Hongzhi looked at Zhang Guanglie with contempt and sneered:
"That's not what you said earlier, right?"
Zhang Guanglie had not yet recovered from the visual impact, and he casually said:
"Oh, I didn't see the money just now! Now that I see so many valuable things, I have to make a fortune."
Chen Hongzhi's eyes were bright and he glared at Zhang Guanglie and echoed:
"Where do the people from Liujiatun come from? I guess this is a fake den for cultural relic dealers. What do you think?"
Zhang Guanglie rolled his eyes and said with a smile:
"That's right, Captain Chen is very discerning. He can tell at a glance that this is a counterfeiting den of cultural relics. I admire him..."
Sima Chuiyun stood not far away, nodded involuntarily, and said with a sinister smile:
"Yeah! I think that's the case. It must be a den for counterfeit cultural relics. You rush in and seize all these fakes.
Then transport it to the city bureau and seal it as evidence! Well... it's a fake evidence."
After saying this, Sima Chuiyun couldn't help but blush!
To be honest, Sima Chuiyun himself didn’t believe this!
But then he thought about it, his father is the top leader in the province, and he must catch Liu Shiba, is it because of these cultural relics in Liujiatun?
Thinking of this, Sima Chuiyun's greed rose again. Now he is trying every means and racking his brains to get promoted. Why?
Isn't it just to make money?
This is a God-given opportunity. If you don’t take advantage of it now, when will you take advantage of it?
As for the people of Liujiatun, they were simply ignored by Sima Chuiyun. They found a way to lock you up in a cell and starve you for a year and a half. When you are released, you will be skinny and bones. There will be no way to go to heaven, no way to cry, and everything will be sold.
I went abroad, there is no evidence...
In this day and age, what can you say to make money quickly?
He must be an official!
I'm not afraid that if you don't pay, I'll be charged with a crime and imprisoned for ten or eight years!
It depends on whether you give it or not. There is a saying in ancient times: Three years to clear the prefecture, one hundred thousand snowflakes and silver...
According to Sima Chuiyun's point of view, if all the armors and weapons of the dozens of people in Liujiatun were removed, they would definitely make a fortune by shipping them abroad.
By then, my father, Sima Junjie, will have enough funds to move around, and maybe he can go one step closer and go to Kyoto to become a committee member or something.
Zhao Goudan stood behind Sima Chuiyun, looked at that face coldly, curled his lips, and cursed in his heart:
"You are pretending to be a ****, you are a bitch and don't know right and wrong, you idiot!"
Chen Hongzhi is not a fool. He knows that Sima Chuiyun wants to use him as a spearman. If something goes wrong, he will take the blame. All the benefits belong to him, Sima Chuiyun?
Thinking of this, Chen Hongzhi deliberately caused trouble, so he ordered with a smile:
"The SWAT team prepared to attack, using tear gas and gas to clear the way. After entering the village, I smashed the armors and weapons of the cultural relic dealers."
Zhang Guanglie became anxious when he heard this. He beat his chest and stamped his feet with red eyes and said:
"You can't knock, you can't knock, be careful, they are all evidence... Do you understand the evidence?"
Chen Hongzhi said sharply:
"If you break it, it can be used as evidence..."
Zhang Guanglie was dumbfounded at this moment, rolled his eyes, and immediately ran to Sima Chuiyun's side with great righteousness and said with a charming smile:
"Director Sima, I suggest that these fakes be put in the city bureau for better preservation. We in Ziyun Town can just take pictures of one or two of them..."
Sima Chuiyun didn't wait for Zhang Guanglie to finish speaking, and quickly took over the words:
"Yes, yes... you are right, the evidence must be well protected!"
Sima Chuiyun blushed, glared at Zhang Guanglie, and said fiercely:
"It has nothing to do with you here. You should go back to Ziyun Town first. As for the other things, we will wait for the municipal bureau to verify the authenticity and then make a decision on the organization."
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Ning Min'er was not far away and had a panoramic view of everything. She listened to a few shameless people sitting on the ground and divided the spoils. She pointed at a few people and said angrily:
"You are really the scum of China! Aren't you here to arrest suspects? Why are you involved in cultural relics?
So what if they are cultural relics? What evidence do you have that the things in Liujiatun are fake? Are they passed down from ancestors? A bunch of rubbish!"
Sima Chuiyun turned his head and took a greedy look at Ning Min'er's exquisite body. His face did not turn red, his heart did not beat, and he explained complacently:
"Whether he is a counterfeiter of cultural relics or not can only be known after a thorough investigation. Although catching Liu Shiba is important, he is just a minor suspect. If he is not arrested, he will be killed on the spot.
However, the cultural relics in Liujiatun are all national property, and we must vigorously crack down on such people, no, confiscate them!"
Ning Miner sneered and said:
"Crack down? How to crack down on the investigation? Should we accuse all the people in Liujiatun and throw them into jails for a year and a half?"
Sima Chuiyun, who was intoxicated in the dream of getting rich, replied happily:
"Yes! That's it. How do you know? Uh..."
As soon as he said this sentence, Sima Chuiyun realized what he had said. He stared at Ning Min'er with an angry look on his face and said:
"Ning Min'er, no matter how beautiful you are, how little money you have! Let me tell you, under the heavy blow of the Chinese people, no matter how rich you are, you will become a scum, do you understand?"
Ning Min'er didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This person was so shameless that it was also a state of affairs!
I really don’t understand how Sima Chuiyun, a greedy and lustful idiot, became the director?
Just having a good father is probably not enough, right?
Ning Min'er was thoughtful...
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At the entrance of Liujiatun Village, Li Laifu blew his beard and stared, impatiently saying:
"Have you discussed it yet? If nothing happens, please come back. If anything happens, call in quickly. After the hunting, our village will go to farm and hunt."
When the SWAT team crowded on the mountain road heard this, they were stunned!
Everyone looked at this old mountain man with gray hair and beard, and thought at the same time:
"Is this old man out of his mind? Are you going to farm after the beating?"
Li Laifu clasped his hands behind his back, looked calm and composed, and looked like a master from this world...
A group of big men standing behind Li Laifu could not help but secretly praise in their hearts:
"The old village chief is still calm, even when he is holding a machine gun, his expression remains unchanged!"
"Mazhuzi, what about the telephone pole on Liu Shiliu's grave? Will it be there if you put it down?"
Li Laifu stared at Ma Zhuzi, who was holding a bronze sword behind him, and asked enthusiastically.
"Put it down! What's the use of that thing?"
Ma Zhuzi replied cheerfully.
Li Laifu smiled mysteriously, gently stroked the goatee on his chin, and explained breathlessly:
"That's the formation left by Liu Shiliu's hob meat, the Yin Yang Nine Palaces and Bagua formation. They are Chinese, not Japanese. We can't kill them all.
I guess we should put these grandsons into the village and beat them up, and capture them all alive."
After saying that, Li Laifu raised his head, looked in the direction of Shi Dingfeng, took out a mobile phone with a smile, and dialed a number...
