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Chapter 153 Have you seen Monkey Sun?

The guy who had just called the police loudly attracted the attention of the security guard. He glanced at the three police officers who were teasing each other. The guy turned his head and laughed maliciously at the caller, "Hey, we are filming, do you understand?

, in order to present the most realistic effect to the audience, the fighting must be so real!"

After saying that, he waved the baton in his hand again and hit him with a few blows, making the gangster who called the police scream and scream.

"Police, it's not filming. It's really not the case. Look, I broke something!" After saying that, he yelled and ran towards a bar.

The security guard behind him didn't look good. If he broke something, his bonus would be deducted.

The uncle can tolerate it, but the aunt cannot tolerate it. "Shut him down with electric shock, and he will smash things!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two electric batons were quickly struck on the gangster. Zilla fell to the ground and twitched like an epilepsy.

The police officers at the door were grinning, how cruel!

A few stools were pulled over from the side, and three police officers and a reporter accompanying the team sat watching the show and chatting. It was a very enjoyable scene, and the scene was indescribably harmonious.

After more than half an hour, all the resistance was wiped out, and all the gangsters were driven into the lobby. Few of them still had the strength to stand up. Of course, even if they had the strength, they would not dare to stand and would patrol back and forth with electric batons.

The security guards will not be polite.

After a while, a large number of account books, contraband, washing powder, and weapons were found and piled at the door.

In fact, there is not much washing powder. There is some left over from yesterday, and new supplies will be delivered when the store opens.

The little security leader who was in charge of the overall situation was very dissatisfied with this.

He still remembered Wang Xuan's instructions that all the crimes should be brought to the big picture. If he cooperates with the police this time, he will solve a major case and an ironclad case!

Fortunately, I was prepared before coming.

I took out my mobile phone and made a call. Not long after, a van stopped at the door and a security guard came over, carrying a bag of white flour and a small bag of washing powder.

A few people started to mingle openly and openly in front of three policemen, a reporter, and a group of gangsters who fell to the ground.

Wearing white gloves, he mixed the flour and a small bag of washing powder evenly, and then packed them in plastic bags. Then he walked up to a small boss and passed an electric baton over him, which shocked him so much that he had no ability to resist.

The pure washing powder was placed in his hand and fingerprints were stuck on it.

The cycle goes on and on, each small bag will be stained with the fingerprints of several people, and finally it will be piled together.

Take off the gloves, destroy the evidence, it's all so blatant!

Several guys who were convulsed by the electric shock kept yelling in their hearts. The police officer was just looking at the other party framing him. Is there any justice or law for this?

Tiaozi is in cahoots with the other party!

In fact, several police officers were also shocked by the security guards' tricks. They didn't understand it at first. After all, they really couldn't tell if they didn't try the washing powder themselves. Of course, their inertial thinking also made them think that there was nothing wrong with it.

People dare to use this thing to cause trouble openly in front of them.

When they went to get fingerprints later, they realized that this was artificially created evidence. They looked at each other and no one said a word. The reporter next to them kept looking up at the ceiling, as if there was something strange.

Things are the same.

Forget it, it doesn't matter what the frame-up is, these gangsters are selling laundry detergent anyway, they just can't catch the current trend.

This is not an injustice to them!

It's just that Wang Xuan's security guards can do this. They are wearing work clothes. They absolutely can't do this by themselves. Just pretend you didn't see it at this moment.

As for the other party not admitting to drug trafficking?

It's nonsense. People have both stolen and stolen goods. There is complete evidence. Is it possible just because you don't admit it?

Besides, who would believe a bunch of gangsters?

Not to mention that reporters will naturally take photos and publish them in newspapers. When the time comes, with everyone talking, does it really matter what the truth is?

Moreover, the bigger the case, the better. The bigger the crime, the greater the credit. People, don’t go against yourself!

Out of these thoughts, the three of them became blind at this moment.

A security guard came over after finishing the work, stretched out his hand to shake hands with the police officer, "Brothers, it's your turn to take over, 10 kilograms of washing powder, don't worry about the purity, the quantity is large, the knives, guns and ammunition are controlled, the cash is about 100 or so

Wan, I leave it all to you!"

"Thank you, are you ready...?"

"Most of them are leaving, but two people are left with you to start a fight! There's nothing you can't admit!"

The police officer twitched his lips, two against a hundred?

Thank you for thinking it through!

Of course, as the one who took advantage and made mistakes, it would be difficult for him to say this.

Anyway, it doesn't matter, the upper management has probably already communicated with it, and you can just follow the lead and pick up the leaks.

The three parties, the police station, the media, and the security company, worked together to deal with a group of gangsters without a leader. To be honest, it was a bit of a bully, and there was no chance of a comeback.

After the security guards retreated, the reporter immediately stood up and started taking pictures around the scene. Piles of cash, weapons, washing powder, and scenes of police officers handcuffing criminals were all turned into his material.

After I get back, I'll sort it out and polish it up. Tomorrow I'll be bombarded with public opinion.

The three police officers also accepted a brief interview, and their official accent was pretty good. That was enough!

Everything went extremely smoothly, there was no decent resistance at all, and there was no big fuss. The onlookers could only watch from a distance of 300 meters away, and some streets were simply cleared by security guards.

They are not from the government, and they are not that gentle. It doesn't matter what the onlookers think, just stay away and watch!

Less than an hour later, all the work in various places was completed, and a large number of security guards got on the bus again and left.

Most of the security guards left, leaving only 20 people who were preparing to surrender at the Shatin Police Station.

Yes, if you surrender, your sentence can be reduced!

As for why 20 people can beat them and they can’t get up?

Does it matter?

Have you seen Monkey Sun?

Kak, a little hairy, ah, a blow, slap, and a clone of more than 2000 numbers, a fur, rushing up is a violent meal!

You are so willful, you can do whatever you want!




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