"...You obviously have come back alive, why do you even blame your superior Zhang Boming?"
"Public security personnel always have to face sacrifices and trade-offs, either heavier than Mount Tai, or as light as a feather..."
"We are sure that Zhang Boming has made no mistakes in his judgment. Why have you been so upset about the orders of your superiors for so many years!"
...
Countless noisy noises came from all directions, chattering, near and far. Wu Yu sat in an armchair, and the daylight outside the iron windows was cut into several long squares by the railing, reflecting the shadowy crowd whispering not far away. Every note was filled with worry, fear and doubt. Monitor The device flashed green in the corner.
"What did you say to Zhang Boming?" someone asked seriously.
"I didn't say anything."
"Then how could he suddenly commit suicide?"
"I do not know why either."
"What reason does he have for suicide suddenly?"
"I really don't..."
"Zhang Boming has no reason to commit suicide." "Why would he suddenly commit suicide after seeing you?" "What did you say the last time you met?" "Did Zhang Boming's death have anything to do with you?" ?!"
...
These questions have been repeated countless times. Later, he even forgot what he said. He just felt like swimming on the endless dark sea, thunder and lightning rushing down, and the tsunami and raging waves rushing in, all daring. Han's roar eventually turned into a sentence, piercing from the eardrum straight into the brain, and then from the brain to every inch of bones all over the body——
Why can you come back alive?
Why can you come back alive?
Twelve years on the cliff wire, four thousand days and nights of horror, everyone should be ecstatic in exchange for this huge feat, but Zhang Boming will only leave the world with a pool of blood. How many secrets are there between you?
What was his death to hide?
"...I quit, can't I do it if I quit?" Wu Yu hugged his head, just trying to retract himself into the dark corner of the wall, repeating nervously over and over again: "I don't want to be a policeman anymore, I Quit doing it..."
Please let me go from here, I really don’t want to see that uniform again, I don’t want to see the police badge hanging high above my head, as if to be cut off at any time——
Wu Yu's body convulsed, and tried to raise his head, Boom!
The back of his head hit the wall hard, and the next moment he suddenly woke up.
This is a small closed office with no windows and no lights on. There is only a single bed and a writing desk in the room. The TV set against the wall is muted. don't know which night news is playing. The changing fluorescence is projected on the four walls, which is the only light source late at night.
Wu Yu sat up, with a headache that seemed to be sawing, and barely raised his left hand to his eyes, and found that it had been re-dressed, and there was a burst of numbness and pain in his palm under the bandage.
The gauze was carefully wrapped, but it was a bit tight. He tried to move his fingers, but the joints were not very flexible.
"...Is anyone?" he hoarsely asked.
It was silent outside the door.
Wu Yu got up and walked to the door, pressing the embossed doorknob, "Is there anyone? Can I turn on a light?"
Still no one answered.
The host’s flat face flashed on the TV, with meticulous makeup and hair, and his mouth closed. The evening news was almost over, subtitles appeared on the screen, and the fluorescent light made the confinement room darker and suppressed, like a lone boat drifting in another time and space.
Wu Yu turned around blankly with his hands empty, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a takeaway lunch box and tissue chopsticks on the writing desk next to the bed. He opened the lid of the box with a trembling hand, and was caught off guard by a smell of meat. The inside was fried rice, vegetables, braised pork ribs and mushroom roasted chicken. They were rich and neatly arranged.
Wu Yu raised his head and exhaled a big breath, then forcefully flew the lunch box and threw it, thump!
The soup splashed all over the wall, and the flesh and bones rolled all over the floor. Wu Yu's entire esophagus was involved in the twitching of his throat, and he turned around and slammed the door, and screamed, "Is anyone there? Can you turn on a light?!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
"Did you fucking die?! Can you turn on a light, can you?!" Wu Yu's manic mood could not be suppressed, and his left hand hit the door with a fist, leaving four wet fingerprints immediately, exhausted. He tried his best to curse: "Fuck!"
He retreated back to the bed and sat down, biting the bandage at the joint of his left index finger like a vent. There was a bloody mixture of medicine at the end of his nose, but he could not completely cover up the lingering oily food in the confined space.
Sections of braised pork ribs were scattered around the feet, and some were covered with dust. Under the dust, you can see the red meat and the white bones. The cooked fleshy fibers were thrown open, like countless empty mouths. Face him.
"Why don't you eat us?" He heard those little mouths ask.
Wu Yu pinched his forehead with one hand and said nothing.
"Why don't you eat us?"
"..."
"You are so hungry that you are dying, why don't you eat us?"
He seemed to suddenly become very small, standing on the wasteland outside the village, squeezed in front and back, left and right, full of sullen figures. Looking out from the withered legs and feet, you can see a large black pot in the center of the crowd. The boiling water vaporizes and makes a gurgling sound.
The rows of burning houses in the distance have not yet been extinguished, and trucks are racing back and forth on the smoke-covered ridge, occasionally mixed with sporadic gunfire. The sound of the wind swept across the crowd, and there was a whistle-like whistle, not knowing whether it was breathing or sobbing.
"Who hid the person, can you tell me?!"
With a bang, the crowd shuddered, and the suppressed buzzing became clearer.
"You are brave! The boss dares to hide under his nose, do you want to die?!"
Two empty guns banged again, and the whimper suddenly became louder, and was immediately suppressed by fear.
"Squeeze all these bastards over! Give me to eat!" Someone screamed and screamed, "No one is allowed to run! Come and eat!--"
Wu Yu seemed to be enclosed in a low, thin shell that did not fit his stature, and his line of sight became very low. Looking up from this angle, the shapes of the trees on the edge of the clearing are dappled and mottled, just like the ground stretches out With a withered hand, he tried his best to stab into the iron-gray sky, a large mass of things hung on the treetops, and the scarlet liquid was ticking down.
He stretched out his hands desperately to get the thing down and hug it in his arms, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach it.
He spent so many years on tiptoe desperately to reach it, but never reached it.
Although it was just a set of tattered clothes.
"...Let me out..." Wu Yu pierced his scalp with both hands, and every word sound seemed to be squeezed out of his chest cavity: "Please, let me out..."
He stood up like a trapped beast, but there was no way to go. He patrolled the confinement room twice, his lungs and throat were hot and bloody, and he couldn't bear to kick his feet. ωωω.999xs.co\m\
Wow! The TV screen was kicked through, the wires creaked, and the room was suddenly dark.
Cang Dang! The door panels snapped, and the wall ash mixed with cement rustled down.
Boom——!
The writing desk was kicked over, Wu Yu forced his last breath, and shouted with all his strength: "Let me go out! Is there a damn person, I'm not doing it!"
The doorknob clicked, and then he was pushed aside. Song Ping, the director of Haijin City Public Security Bureau, showed up at the door with several people: "What are you doing!"
Wu Yu panted back and turned his head, his eyes were red and bloodshot, his temples soaked in sweat stuck to his forehead, his face even more pale.
"Look at what you look like now!" Song Ping walked into the room quickly, pointed to the messy and sizzling screen, and scolded, "Look, see what you are going crazy here, you fucking Is it crazy? Is there anything like a policeman?!"
Wu Yu glared at Song Ping, his dry throat rolled up and down: "...I didn't want to be a policeman."
Xu Ju, Director Chen and others behind Song Ping stayed at the same time.
"I'm not doing it anymore," Wu Yu retreated helplessly, staggering back half a step, and said: "I resign."
--I resign.
The confinement room was silent for a while, and Xu Ju was the first to react: "Nothing!"
"Look at him, look at his temper," Director Chen said incoherently, his fingers convulsed in mid-air and kept clicking: "It's because of this, ah, just because of this, look at him as a dog temperament. It must be severely criticized, must be severely criticized..."
"Old Chen go out first." Song Ping couldn't help but push Director Chen out of the door, and by the way, he also drove out the other entourages, and then turned to Wu Yu with a serious face, "What did you just say, repeat it again." ?"
Wu Yu gasped and laughed, and said mockingly: "What to repeat? Isn't this what you hoped for?"
"You dream!" Song Ping paused.
"..."
"The suspect is dead. Old Xu took someone to the normal questioning. Which one of your questions was wrong? The confinement room was closed all night, there was food and drink, TV and the medicine was changed. Which point is worth your grievance? Going to North China across more than half of China will get you, files need to be made, information needs to be modified, layers of personnel procedures need to be transferred, and security protection needs to be arranged. Do you think it is easy? How many people have paid for your protection, you Have you seen it in your eyes?!"
"It's not easy for anyone to live in this world! Don't think that you are the only one who is the most wronged!" Song Ping almost angered Wu Yu's face: "If you say you don't want to do it, you won't do it. Turn your head and die on the street tomorrow, you Who do you think you have succeeded in revenge? Only those who have protected you will remember you!"
The others were crowded outside the corridor, no one dared to approach.
This is actually a very absurd scene. In the messy confinement room, the big boss who is over half a hundred years old and Jinhai City Police No. 001, stares at each other with an ordinary young criminal police officer.
"...You know what a fart," Wu Yu said with a sneer criss-crossed bloodshot eyes, "No one will remember me."
Song Ping choked in his chest, "You!"
Wu Yu's gaze crossed Song Ping and looked out the door. In the middle of the night, the corridor was empty and bright, with an iron gate in the distance, and then going upstairs was the criminal investigation detachment; only two months ago this was a very strange place to him, but strangely, now look up the stairs again, The paint of every inch of the armrests, the pattern of every floor tile, even every office door, and the figures behind the door in front of desks or serious desks or tired and lazy figures all gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
The time they spent together was so short that no one would remember him. But maybe the elite named Bu will remember that there was a man named Wu Yu.
"...Where is Bu Chonghua?" Wu Yu asked with a trembling breath.
Song Ping was angry and unclear, so: "What?!"
"Where is Bu Chonghua?"
"You are not allowed to stay here for me." Song Ping decisively: "No one is allowed to find, no other words are allowed to be mentioned, you can stay calm for two days for me, and come out when you want to understand. There is a reason why you are hiding in Jinhai, but I don't have time to clear up with you as a kid now, Old Xu!"
Xu Ju came in, "Hey!"
"The door is locked and two guards are sent. No one is allowed to see him!"
Xu Ju opened his mouth, as if he wanted to persuade him, but in the face of the violent fire that Song Ping had encountered in a thousand years, he couldn't speak well.
Wu Yu's expression was maddened to the extreme, like a prisoner who was desperate. He raised his head and let out a long sigh, then stepped past Song Ping and wanted to go outside.
"Wait!" Song Ping reached out and dragged him: "Where are you going?!"
"let me go."
"I ask where are you going?"
"let me go!"
Regardless of Wu Yu walking outside, Song Ping firmly grasped his elbow: "I tell you to stop!"
Wu Yu's strong tone exploded in an instant. With a snap, he grabbed Song Ping's wrist and put aside, and shouted, "I tell you to let me go!"
Wu Yu pushed Song Ping's throat with a palm, and pushed him back a few steps with a split hand before he bumped into the overturned writing desk. Xu Ju was shocked. Before he could scream out, Song Ping got up and said nothing, clenched a fist and hit Wu Yu's elbow with a hemp, and twisted his left arm to the wall while Wu Yu's left body collapsed. Click on the face, boom!
No one could have imagined that Boss Song was so agile and agile. Wu Yu slammed his right cheek against the wall, and his eyes suddenly went black.
"Do you think no one here dared to do anything to you?" Song Ping said angrily.
Half of Wu Yu's face was pressed against the wall under tremendous force. Song Ping watched him from close range, gritted his teeth: "I told you the surname is Xie, no one here is qualified to beat you, but I have!"
"...Come, come, come, come!" Director Chen flew away, rushing out all the way: "Come on! Let's fight!"
"What a big deal! What are you yelling at!" Song Ju turned his head and scolded.
At this time, his hand was pushed away abruptly, and when he turned around, Wu Yu was panting and turned his head away, bloodshot under his eyes, and said every word: "...How old are you?!"
His expression was not so much an undercover detective, but rather a desperate drug dealer who was walking along the border. Suddenly Song Ping's heart was chilled-at the same time, he was kicked back by Wu Yu and caught off guard. Take a few steps back!
There were a few cracks, and the TV screen that fell to the ground was slammed through by Song Ping and shattered into pieces!
dī dī dī di----
The jeep slammed to a halt in front of the Criminal Investigation Detachment Building. Before Liao Gang had time to apply the handbrake, he saw that Bu Chonghua had pushed the car door, and Meteor strode up the steps.
"Heibu team wait for me!"
Liao Gang jumped out of the car in a hurry, and just about to catch up, suddenly Bu Chonghua stopped: "Secretary Ou?"
A chubby middle-aged man was standing in front of the duty room. He turned around. He was really Song Ping's secretary, Lao Ou. When he saw Bu Chonghua, he was shocked: "Hey, step detachment, why are you here? You How's the injury? Come in quickly and find a stool to sit down..."
Bu Chonghua stopped him with a raised hand, and asked bluntly: "Song Game is on top?"
Secretary Ou said, "Ah, that's not the case. The Song Bureau has arrived long ago. He and I have separated. I just picked up someone and rushed here."
Bu Chonghua's eyebrows twitched slightly, but somehow, he suddenly had a certain premonition in his heart: "Who picked up?"
"pick me up."
——Suddenly Bu Chonghua heard who the voice was.
A young man wearing a silver-gray suit, a white shirt and soft-soled shoes under his feet stood not far away. He snapped off the phone he was talking on his ear, raised his head and smiled at Bu Chonghua, and reached out to him. Shook it hard.
"Meet with Bu Detachment again." Lin Kang is still very capable, but there seems to be a trace of worry and apology in his smiling eyes, and said: "It's a coincidence that I met in this situation."
"...You obviously have come back alive, why do you even blame your superior Zhang Boming?"
"Public security personnel always have to face sacrifices and trade-offs, either heavier than Mount Tai, or as light as a feather..."
"We are sure that Zhang Boming has made no mistakes in his judgment. Why have you been so upset about the orders of your superiors for so many years!"
...
Countless noisy noises came from all directions, chattering, near and far. Wu Yu sat in an armchair, and the daylight outside the iron windows was cut into several long squares by the railing, reflecting the shadowy crowd whispering not far away. Every note was filled with worry, fear and doubt. Monitor The device flashed green in the corner.
"What did you say to Zhang Boming?" someone asked seriously.
"I didn't say anything."
"Then how could he suddenly commit suicide?"
"I do not know why either."
"What reason does he have for suicide suddenly?"
"I really don't..."
"Zhang Boming has no reason to commit suicide." "Why would he suddenly commit suicide after seeing you?" "What did you say the last time you met?" "Did Zhang Boming's death have anything to do with you?" ?!"
...
These questions have been repeated countless times. Later, he even forgot what he said. He just felt like swimming on the endless dark sea, thunder and lightning rushing down, and the tsunami and raging waves rushing in, all daring. Han's roar eventually turned into a sentence, piercing from the eardrum straight into the brain, and then from the brain to every inch of bones all over the body——
Why can you come back alive?
Why can you come back alive?
Twelve years on the cliff wire, four thousand days and nights of horror, everyone should be ecstatic in exchange for this huge feat, but Zhang Boming will only leave the world with a pool of blood. How many secrets are there between you?
What was his death to hide?
"...I quit, can't I do it if I quit?" Wu Yu hugged his head, just trying to retract himself into the dark corner of the wall, repeating nervously over and over again: "I don't want to be a policeman anymore, I Quit doing it..."
Please let me go from here, I really don’t want to see that uniform again, I don’t want to see the police badge hanging high above my head, as if to be cut off at any time——
Wu Yu's body convulsed, and tried to raise his head, Boom!
The back of his head hit the wall hard, and the next moment he suddenly woke up.
This is a small closed office with no windows and no lights on. There is only a single bed and a writing desk in the room. The TV set against the wall is muted. don't know which night news is playing. The changing fluorescence is projected on the four walls, which is the only light source late at night.
Wu Yu sat up, with a headache that seemed to be sawing, and barely raised his left hand to his eyes, and found that it had been re-dressed, and there was a burst of numbness and pain in his palm under the bandage.
The gauze was carefully wrapped, but it was a bit tight. He tried to move his fingers, but the joints were not very flexible.
"...Is anyone?" he hoarsely asked.
It was silent outside the door.
Wu Yu got up and walked to the door, pressing the embossed doorknob, "Is there anyone? Can I turn on a light?"
Still no one answered.
The host’s flat face flashed on the TV, with meticulous makeup and hair, and his mouth closed. The evening news was almost over, subtitles appeared on the screen, and the fluorescent light made the confinement room darker and suppressed, like a lone boat drifting in another time and space.
Wu Yu turned around blankly with his hands empty, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a takeaway lunch box and tissue chopsticks on the writing desk next to the bed. He opened the lid of the box with a trembling hand, and was caught off guard by a smell of meat. The inside was fried rice, vegetables, braised pork ribs and mushroom roasted chicken. They were rich and neatly arranged.
Wu Yu raised his head and exhaled a big breath, then forcefully flew the lunch box and threw it, thump!
The soup splashed all over the wall, and the flesh and bones rolled all over the floor. Wu Yu's entire esophagus was involved in the twitching of his throat, and he turned around and slammed the door, and screamed, "Is anyone there? Can you turn on a light?!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
"Did you fucking die?! Can you turn on a light, can you?!" Wu Yu's manic mood could not be suppressed, and his left hand hit the door with a fist, leaving four wet fingerprints immediately, exhausted. He tried his best to curse: "Fuck!"
He retreated back to the bed and sat down, biting the bandage at the joint of his left index finger like a vent. There was a bloody mixture of medicine at the end of his nose, but he could not completely cover up the lingering oily food in the confined space.
Sections of braised pork ribs were scattered around the feet, and some were covered with dust. Under the dust, you can see the red meat and the white bones. The cooked fleshy fibers were thrown open, like countless empty mouths. Face him.
"Why don't you eat us?" He heard those little mouths ask.
Wu Yu pinched his forehead with one hand and said nothing.
"Why don't you eat us?"
"..."
"You are so hungry that you are dying, why don't you eat us?"
He seemed to suddenly become very small, standing on the wasteland outside the village, squeezed in front and back, left and right, full of sullen figures. Looking out from the withered legs and feet, you can see a large black pot in the center of the crowd. The boiling water vaporizes and makes a gurgling sound.
The rows of burning houses in the distance have not yet been extinguished, and trucks are racing back and forth on the smoke-covered ridge, occasionally mixed with sporadic gunfire. The sound of the wind swept across the crowd, and there was a whistle-like whistle, not knowing whether it was breathing or sobbing.
"Who hid the person, can you tell me?!"
With a bang, the crowd shuddered, and the suppressed buzzing became clearer.
"You are brave! The boss dares to hide under his nose, do you want to die?!"
Two empty guns banged again, and the whimper suddenly became louder, and was immediately suppressed by fear.
"Squeeze all these bastards over! Give me to eat!" Someone screamed and screamed, "No one is allowed to run! Come and eat!--"
Wu Yu seemed to be enclosed in a low, thin shell that did not fit his stature, and his line of sight became very low. Looking up from this angle, the shapes of the trees on the edge of the clearing are dappled and mottled, just like the ground stretches out With a withered hand, he tried his best to stab into the iron-gray sky, a large mass of things hung on the treetops, and the scarlet liquid was ticking down.
He stretched out his hands desperately to get the thing down and hug it in his arms, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach it.
He spent so many years on tiptoe desperately to reach it, but never reached it.
Although it was just a set of tattered clothes.
"...Let me out..." Wu Yu pierced his scalp with both hands, and every word sound seemed to be squeezed out of his chest cavity: "Please, let me out..."
He stood up like a trapped beast, but there was no way to go. He patrolled the confinement room twice, his lungs and throat were hot and bloody, and he couldn't bear to kick his feet. ωωω.999xs.co\m\
Wow! The TV screen was kicked through, the wires creaked, and the room was suddenly dark.
Cang Dang! The door panels snapped, and the wall ash mixed with cement rustled down.
Boom——!
The writing desk was kicked over, Wu Yu forced his last breath, and shouted with all his strength: "Let me go out! Is there a damn person, I'm not doing it!"
The doorknob clicked, and then he was pushed aside. Song Ping, the director of Haijin City Public Security Bureau, showed up at the door with several people: "What are you doing!"
Wu Yu panted back and turned his head, his eyes were red and bloodshot, his temples soaked in sweat stuck to his forehead, his face even more pale.
"Look at what you look like now!" Song Ping walked into the room quickly, pointed to the messy and sizzling screen, and scolded, "Look, see what you are going crazy here, you fucking Is it crazy? Is there anything like a policeman?!"
Wu Yu glared at Song Ping, his dry throat rolled up and down: "...I didn't want to be a policeman."
Xu Ju, Director Chen and others behind Song Ping stayed at the same time.
"I'm not doing it anymore," Wu Yu retreated helplessly, staggering back half a step, and said: "I resign."
--I resign.
The confinement room was silent for a while, and Xu Ju was the first to react: "Nothing!"
"Look at him, look at his temper," Director Chen said incoherently, his fingers convulsed in mid-air and kept clicking: "It's because of this, ah, just because of this, look at him as a dog temperament. It must be severely criticized, must be severely criticized..."
"Old Chen go out first." Song Ping couldn't help but push Director Chen out of the door, and by the way, he also drove out the other entourages, and then turned to Wu Yu with a serious face, "What did you just say, repeat it again." ?"
Wu Yu gasped and laughed, and said mockingly: "What to repeat? Isn't this what you hoped for?"
"You dream!" Song Ping paused.
"..."
"The suspect is dead. Old Xu took someone to the normal questioning. Which one of your questions was wrong? The confinement room was closed all night, there was food and drink, TV and the medicine was changed. Which point is worth your grievance? Going to North China across more than half of China will get you, files need to be made, information needs to be modified, layers of personnel procedures need to be transferred, and security protection needs to be arranged. Do you think it is easy? How many people have paid for your protection, you Have you seen it in your eyes?!"
"It's not easy for anyone to live in this world! Don't think that you are the only one who is the most wronged!" Song Ping almost angered Wu Yu's face: "If you say you don't want to do it, you won't do it. Turn your head and die on the street tomorrow, you Who do you think you have succeeded in revenge? Only those who have protected you will remember you!"
The others were crowded outside the corridor, no one dared to approach.
This is actually a very absurd scene. In the messy confinement room, the big boss who is over half a hundred years old and Jinhai City Police No. 001, stares at each other with an ordinary young criminal police officer.
"...You know what a fart," Wu Yu said with a sneer criss-crossed bloodshot eyes, "No one will remember me."
Song Ping choked in his chest, "You!"
Wu Yu's gaze crossed Song Ping and looked out the door. In the middle of the night, the corridor was empty and bright, with an iron gate in the distance, and then going upstairs was the criminal investigation detachment; only two months ago this was a very strange place to him, but strangely, now look up the stairs again, The paint of every inch of the armrests, the pattern of every floor tile, even every office door, and the figures behind the door in front of desks or serious desks or tired and lazy figures all gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
The time they spent together was so short that no one would remember him. But maybe the elite named Bu will remember that there was a man named Wu Yu.
"...Where is Bu Chonghua?" Wu Yu asked with a trembling breath.
Song Ping was angry and unclear, so: "What?!"
"Where is Bu Chonghua?"
"You are not allowed to stay here for me." Song Ping decisively: "No one is allowed to find, no other words are allowed to be mentioned, you can stay calm for two days for me, and come out when you want to understand. There is a reason why you are hiding in Jinhai, but I don't have time to clear up with you as a kid now, Old Xu!"
Xu Ju came in, "Hey!"
"The door is locked and two guards are sent. No one is allowed to see him!"
Xu Ju opened his mouth, as if he wanted to persuade him, but in the face of the violent fire that Song Ping had encountered in a thousand years, he couldn't speak well.
Wu Yu's expression was maddened to the extreme, like a prisoner who was desperate. He raised his head and let out a long sigh, then stepped past Song Ping and wanted to go outside.
"Wait!" Song Ping reached out and dragged him: "Where are you going?!"
"let me go."
"I ask where are you going?"
"let me go!"
Regardless of Wu Yu walking outside, Song Ping firmly grasped his elbow: "I tell you to stop!"
Wu Yu's strong tone exploded in an instant. With a snap, he grabbed Song Ping's wrist and put aside, and shouted, "I tell you to let me go!"
Wu Yu pushed Song Ping's throat with a palm, and pushed him back a few steps with a split hand before he bumped into the overturned writing desk. Xu Ju was shocked. Before he could scream out, Song Ping got up and said nothing, clenched a fist and hit Wu Yu's elbow with a hemp, and twisted his left arm to the wall while Wu Yu's left body collapsed. Click on the face, boom!
No one could have imagined that Boss Song was so agile and agile. Wu Yu slammed his right cheek against the wall, and his eyes suddenly went black.
"Do you think no one here dared to do anything to you?" Song Ping said angrily.
Half of Wu Yu's face was pressed against the wall under tremendous force. Song Ping watched him from close range, gritted his teeth: "I told you the surname is Xie, no one here is qualified to beat you, but I have!"
"...Come, come, come, come!" Director Chen flew away, rushing out all the way: "Come on! Let's fight!"
"What a big deal! What are you yelling at!" Song Ju turned his head and scolded.
At this time, his hand was pushed away abruptly, and when he turned around, Wu Yu was panting and turned his head away, bloodshot under his eyes, and said every word: "...How old are you?!"
His expression was not so much an undercover detective, but rather a desperate drug dealer who was walking along the border. Suddenly Song Ping's heart was chilled-at the same time, he was kicked back by Wu Yu and caught off guard. Take a few steps back!
There were a few cracks, and the TV screen that fell to the ground was slammed through by Song Ping and shattered into pieces!
dī dī dī di----
The jeep slammed to a halt in front of the Criminal Investigation Detachment Building. Before Liao Gang had time to apply the handbrake, he saw that Bu Chonghua had pushed the car door, and Meteor strode up the steps.
"Heibu team wait for me!"
Liao Gang jumped out of the car in a hurry, and just about to catch up, suddenly Bu Chonghua stopped: "Secretary Ou?"
A chubby middle-aged man was standing in front of the duty room. He turned around. He was really Song Ping's secretary, Lao Ou. When he saw Bu Chonghua, he was shocked: "Hey, step detachment, why are you here? You How's the injury? Come in quickly and find a stool to sit down..."
Bu Chonghua stopped him with a raised hand, and asked bluntly: "Song Game is on top?"
Secretary Ou said, "Ah, that's not the case. The Song Bureau has arrived long ago. He and I have separated. I just picked up someone and rushed here."
Bu Chonghua's eyebrows twitched slightly, but somehow, he suddenly had a certain premonition in his heart: "Who picked up?"
"pick me up."
——Suddenly Bu Chonghua heard who the voice was.
A young man wearing a silver-gray suit, a white shirt and soft-soled shoes under his feet stood not far away. He snapped off the phone he was talking on his ear, raised his head and smiled at Bu Chonghua, and reached out to him. Shook it hard.
"Meet with Bu Detachment again." Lin Kang is still very capable, but there seems to be a trace of worry and apology in his smiling eyes, and said: "It's a coincidence that I met in this situation."
