Chapter 510 (2/2)
When Yang Jianhua heard the name ”comrade”, he smiled and said, ”Mr. Zhuang is polite. The two sides of the Strait are separated by a strip of water. The two sides are connected by flesh and blood. They should help each other.”
Zhuang Shikai nodded: ”don't say more polite words. Come to Hong Kong Island for tea after the case is settled.”
Since he went online with Yang Jianhua, in fact, Yang Jianhua has given Zhuang Sir a strong boost as a mainland identity.
Far from it, Yang Jianhua contributed to the last international arms case and the current child trafficking case.
If it were not for the discipline of the motherland, all Party members would have integrity.
It's not too much for Zhuang Sir to send villas and luxury cars.
Of course, now it can only be changed to another day to drink tea.
”Thank you, sir.” Yang Jianhua hung up with a smile.
She worked so hard to help Zhuang sir. Is it for the private interests of villas and luxury cars? What she wants is an ally who is unswerving and stands on the position of the motherland.
It's a great honor. Zhuang Sir did it.
……
night.
Seven o'clock.
Hong Kong Island region.
Wearing a white uniform, Zhou Huabiao raised his watch and said aloud, ”move in five minutes!”
”Target Tsim Sha Tsui!”
”In view of special circumstances, if the criminal resists with a gun, the warning process can be cancelled and subdued and killed at the first time.”
”Click! Click A group of police officers wore black action clothes and moved the gun chamber with both hands very smoothly.
The hall echoed with the impact of springs and barrel.
They wore black gloves, hung rifles on their backs, and pistols were quickly inserted into their waists.
“yes，sir！”
They responded in unison.
”Dada dada.”
The police officers rushed out of the regional building.
……
Chief Superintendent.
office.
”Click!” Zhuang Shikai's palm crossed the gun chamber, the black police gun rang, and there was a simple and solemn Jingge.
Li Ying, Jiang Lang and song Zijie stood in the office in plain clothes, looking a little stunned.
They are only front-line police officers at the grass-roots level, which is difficult to involve in the high-level command of the police force. It is impossible to imagine that the ”speaker” personally called the three people to the office. What does TMD want to do!
They are nervous and excited. Looking at the ”big guys” who check their weapons and stand upright behind their desks, they have a sense of honor in their hearts.
Zhuang Sir doesn't want to mobilize officers above the middle level to do dirty work and disrupt the business arrangements of other subordinates because of their ”private work”,
So he decided to give three newcomers a chance.
Give them a chance to shoulder the burden of the third generation.
”Can you shoot?” At the moment, Zhuang Shikai clenched the pistol in his right hand, looked at it repeatedly and asked aloud.
Li Ying, Jiang Lang and song Zijie looked at each other and nodded: ”yes!”
Of course they will!
Who wouldn't shoot when a policeman?
Zhuang Shikai put the gun into his waist, raised his head and asked, ”dare you kill with me?”
He bit the word ”I” very hard. The meaning inside is no longer in line with this situation and scene. It goes without saying.
The three of Li Ying are not human beings, and they have not yet developed any profound political wisdom. However, they all understand Zhuang Sir's meaning for a moment. In an instant, they fell silent, but even if they spoke in unison, ”yes!”
”Dare!”
”Sir, there is an order! Go ahead! ” Song Zijie has the highest education and the most beautiful speech.
Zhuang Shikai nodded, turned around, picked up the suit on the hanger, hung the suit on his arm, and walked to the door in a white shirt: ”go! Kill with me! ”
His collar was spotless and slightly cocked.
He took the key out of his suit pocket, held it in his hand and walked around.
The three of Li Ying immediately followed.
”Yes!”
”Sir!”
Today, downstairs.
Zhuang Sir opened the door, drove by himself and took three young people to play with tickets.
The three were sitting in the front passenger and the back of the car, with nervous expressions and straight waist.
A black car rushed to Stanley Bay, a civil wharf with few ships, before the action of the criminal department.
Some people want to go first? Then to meet her is to die first.
night.
9 o'clock.
The sea breeze is wet.
The moonlight is bright.
”Squeak!” A white sports car stopped at the civil wharf five minutes in advance. A figure put out the lights and took down a flashlight.
”Patta.” She turned on her flashlight and shone on the ships on the dock. When she illuminated the ships, she also illuminated herself.
She swept the lights one by one across the ship. It seemed that she wanted to find a target in the ship. It was very purposeful.