Huang Zhicheng came to the hotel again and stood at the door of the room, frowning and deep in thought. After a while, he looked at the two overlapping bullet holes on the glass and muttered to himself, "Why does it have to be in the head?"
"Very dangerous!"
"If it were me, I would definitely hit the chest. At least it has a wider range and is easier to hit the target."
"Or does he just think this is a game, the more exciting the better?"
Pacing back and forth in the room, Huang Zhicheng was deep in thought, trying to restore the scene in his mind. Suddenly he heard A Jin's words next to him: "Seven 'combos', full marks, from the beginning to the end of the door, no more than
Ten seconds, how many people in Hong Kong can reach this speed!"
"What did you say!" Huang Zhicheng suddenly turned around and shouted, which startled Ah Jin.
"I, I said 7 'combinations', what happened?" Ah Jin was startled.
"No, the last sentence." Huang Zhicheng said irritably.
"It takes no more than ten seconds from the beginning to the end of rushing through the door."
"Back there."
"How many people in Hong Kong can reach this speed?"
"Yes! I thought of it!" Huang Zhicheng suddenly laughed and said: "You like designing, and you often go to gun clubs to practice, right?"
"Yes." Ajin nodded.
"Does this look like a target shooting contest to you?"
"Yeah, why did I forget? Why do I always feel familiar?" Ah Jin slapped his thigh suddenly, then waved and yelled: "Isn't it like this in every gun competition, the 'combination attack' technique
There are bonus points, so those masters deliberately practice this, and the scores given in area A are not deliberately compared to the chest!"
"Yang Zhengxiang is also a firearms enthusiast. I even watched him compete in last year's live-fire shooting competition!"
"That's right!" Huang Zhicheng walked out with excitement, "Go to the gun club and check the information!"
The gun club is located at Wu Fong Street, Po Kong, West Kowloon. It didn't take long for Huang Chi-shing to arrive with someone. He showed his ID and obtained the competition records of the shooting association for the past ten years. After returning to the police station, he began to count the top players in each year's competition.
"Anyone who has shown superb marksmanship in gun competitions over the years, and who has shown superb marksmanship in daily life, will be brought back to the police station for questioning." Huang Zhicheng distributed the information compiled by everyone, and finally said, "
Ah Jin, go and invite Yang Zhengxiang back."
"Mr. Yu, we are from the West Kowloon Police Station. Come back with us for investigation." As soon as he exited the security checkpoint, a young man in a green coat was blocked in place. A police officer stepped forward and said very rudely.
"Mr. Wang, we have a meeting at 2 o'clock." At the door of the mobile building, a man in a suit and glasses walked while listening to the secretary next to him reporting his itinerary.
"Change the itinerary to 4 o'clock and ask the driver to pick me up at 3:30." The man with glasses said calmly.
"Hello Mr. Wang, we are from the West Kowloon Police Station. We have a case related to you. Please come back with us for investigation." After showing his ID, the policeman said with a smile.
"Dong dong dong" On the third floor of an old house, the police raised their hands and knocked on the door, "Mr. He, we are from the West Kowloon Police Station, come back with us..."
Before he could finish his words, the man pushed the policeman away and ran away. However, he fell to the ground at the top of the stairs and was handcuffed during the struggle.
"Mr. Peng, we are from the West Kowloon Police Station. Come back with us for investigation." At the door of the gun club, a police station came forward and said very rudely.
Dozens of people were taken back to the West Kowloon Police Station, and the police station was in a state of panic.
"I'm seeing a lawyer, I'm not trying to sue you." The man in the green coat was pushed onto a chair.
"What's going on, officer!" the man asked quickly as he almost fell down while holding on to the table.
"Sir, I still have a few meetings to attend, don't waste my time." The man with glasses reached out to look at his watch and said with a frown.
Outside the interrogation room, Huang Zhicheng was holding a cup of coffee and watching the different interrogation scenes on eight closed-circuit televisions.
"what is it call?"
"Yu Zhihua."
"Why did you run away when you saw the police?"
"I thought you were asking for loan sharks."
"I heard that you are very good with a gun. You often say that you can have many more combos."
"Officer, I'm just picking up girls and blowing water on them. This is also illegal. If I'm awesome, I won't be who I am!"
"Let No. 1, No. 4, No. 6, and No. 7 go. These few are not very suspicious. Let's move on to the next batch." Huang Zhicheng took a sip of coffee.
"Do you know Yang Zhengxiang?"
"I know, that guy cheated and deceived many friends." The man with glasses replied.
In the eighth scene, Ah Jin personally questioned Yang Zhengxiang who was brought back.
Yang Zhengxiang, with his hairline raised high, glanced at the two police officers who were asking questions with an indifferent expression, and took out a pack of cigarettes. Although it was certain that he was the mastermind behind the murder, he
The police must maintain enough respect for his net worth here.
Even God will forgive a rich man.
Ah Jin frowned slightly and asked, "When was the last time you saw Zheng Zhenwen."
The assistant who accompanied him to the gun club a few days ago took out a lighter and lit it for Yang Zhengxiang. After taking a deep breath, Yang Zhengxiang said: "I resigned from his position as financial director three months ago and have never seen him again.
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"Where were you on October 28, 1985?" Ajin continued to ask.
"Hey, don't you have an ashtray?"
Ah Jin took a deep breath, went out and brought an ashtray in and put it on the table. Then he continued to ask: "Do you know these people in the photo?"
"Don't you know him?" Yang Zhengxiang didn't even bother to look, he leaned on the chair and said directly.
"They said they knew you."
"Then do you know Li Jiacheng?" Yang Zhengxiang looked at the assistant next to him with a disdainful smile.
"I know him!" the assistant said with wide eyes.
"That's right!" Yang Zhengxiang looked at Ah Jin with a dissatisfied look on his face, "Sir, I am so rich and famous, isn't it normal for someone to know me? The question is whether Li Jiacheng knows you or not?"
"Okay, okay," Ah Jin gritted his teeth bitterly, turned to the uniformed policeman next to him and said, "Ask me from the beginning, over and over again."
After that, he turned around and walked out. He had no way to deal with Yang Zhengxiang and did not dare to cross the line at all, but that did not mean that the police did not have other ways to torture disgusting people.
"Your last name is yours!"
"Please ask some important questions!" Yang Zhengxiang frowned.
"Your last name is yours!"
Two hours later, the other rooms had changed several times, but in room 8, the uniformed policeman still asked energetically: "There are so many people named Yang in the world, how do I know you are Yang? What are you?"
The "Yang" next to the word "Wu" is still the "Yang" next to the handle."
"Yang Zhengxiang!" Yang Zhengxiang breathed out and felt his ears buzzing, as if there were a hundred flies buzzing randomly in his ears.