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Chapter 41 Hate

 "And you have already embarked on the right path. The great official Liao is the core component of the ruling group of the Brahmin lords in the new era.

"As long as you have the chance, you can achieve enlightenment, ascend, and transform into an immortal.

"Of course, even if you have the opportunity, it is still difficult to pass the test. After all, the real masters will always be only a few people. Unknowingly, I said too much.

"This is not to criticize anything, or to be unconvinced or anything. It is just that the current case deduction has come to this point, and it is said that even if Ruan Xing buys an unfinished house, at most he will lose everything and be cheated. No

You can never turn around.

"I can't take this breath. What kind of mental shock was it? Our surveillance and my follow-up during this period didn't reveal it. If there was any internal injury or mental injury, if it broke out, it would normally be murder or suicide.

"Whether he was killed now or was killed in such a weird way, there is no logic."

"You know a**..."

The black policeman couldn't help but curse. He gritted his back molars, opened his nostrils and breathed heavily. At the same time, he suppressed and stared at Zhang Lingjun with wide eyes.

"I asked you why you always act so condescendingly that you can see through everything in just a few words, and you talk about the truth casually.

"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't believe it, go find a scholar-bureaucrat in your theory and ask him to buy a shabby building and test it for yourself what the final result will be.

"Mom***, I worked hard all my life, wanted to get married and live a good life, but in the end I bought a bunch of broken stones, and then he told you, told you... don't think that you handed over the money, all kinds of documents

Here you go, this room is yours.

"These grandsons will do anything to solve problems and for money. Do you know if he dares to arrest you directly?

"Since people were killed during forced demolitions and building buildings, why can't they be killed when selling buildings?"

Only personal experience can be unforgettable...

Zhang Lingjun reached out and patted his shoulder.

The black policeman tilted his head and reached out to cover his eyes and face. His eyes were moist for some reason.

This big man who was nearly two meters tall, with a huge back and huge waist, was filled with strength and almost blocked the door. He was as hard as a stone and would not waver no matter what. He suddenly seemed a little fragile.

This is not just a financial loss, but more importantly a psychological and spiritual blow.

A black policeman is a man of faith.

He has always believed in South Vietnam, believing that this country and this nation are the best, the most powerful, and should be on top of the world, and he has worked hard and struggled for it.

South Vietnam has never betrayed his trust.

From nothing to something, from something to something strong, she continues to surpass the imagination of all those who look down on her, and shatters all discrimination and abuse.

Became a strong man that the whole world looked at.

It was the best feedback given to him.

This has always been his confidence to face those enemies, those sneaky clowns, and fight back.

No matter what those despicable guys say or provoke, they can't change the facts.

South Vietnam will be stronger and South Vietnam will become number one.

This prosperous age is as he wished.

But...

But I don’t know what happened.

I don’t know why, but he himself is drifting away from this prosperous age and this great era.

His life is becoming more and more difficult, working overtime, a lot of meaningless overtime, more and more trivial matters, more and more cases, higher and higher prices, lower and lower income, it is too huge to bear.

Living with debts, weighing people down can’t breathe, waking up in the middle of the night, not accomplishing anything for decades, but nothing has been left behind after all the hard work.

No less effort.

But it seems that he was stepped on in the mud for no reason and was dyed black, so despicable!

He couldn't figure it out.

What is going on? It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this...

Someone must be causing trouble.

There must be a bad guy and an enemy, otherwise it wouldn't be like this.

To find out the problem, to solve the problem.

The black policeman thought painfully, raised his head, and Zhang Lingjun's tough Qin face came into view. His senses, which had improved due to the friendly cooperation before, were filled with hatred.

Damn the Gentiles.

It's all these people's fault.

Yes, it's all these people's fault.

They robbed us of our money and the maximum profit from our work and production process, and made us work like cows and horses all our lives, dirty-hearted and despicable. If we want to live like human beings and live a good life, we can only

Defeat them.

Poor South Vietnamese.

Great South Vietnamese.

This is our only way out.

We will win.

Our industrial capabilities are so strong, our productivity is so strong, and we can produce almost all the goods in the world. This is real strength, this is real power, so we will definitely win.

As long as I can defeat them, I can have a better life and afford goods.

The master said that as long as we defeat them and take over the world, our lives will be better.

The master said that I need to enter the customs. This is the way for me to achieve a better life. As long as I enter the customs, everything will be fine.

We will definitely be able to defeat them and get a better life. We can buy whatever we want when the time comes. Because we have the most powerful industrial capabilities and can build whatever we want, so we will definitely win, so when the time comes we can

Sell ​​whatever you want...

The beautiful clothes in the mall, good cars, powerful mobile phones, various electrical appliances, and a house filled with everything will flow into my pocket.

I also have to eat beef, eggs and milk...

Zhang Lingjun was puzzled. Why did the guy in front of him look like he wanted to eat people? He suddenly changed his face. Just now, he was talking nicely and communicating normally. Why did he become like this again inexplicably? What's going on?

?

I can’t understand.

Old John coughed, interrupting the atmosphere that was gradually becoming stiff for some reason, and said: "At present... it seems that... in general, Ruan Xing's economy does have problems, but they are normal problems, and they are not related to being killed.

The case is not closely related to the case, and it has no involvement with the cult-like organizations we had speculated before.

"So the identity of the murderer should have nothing to do with it, we can only think about it elsewhere."

Zhang Lingjun said: "It only temporarily excludes economic-related crimes. It does not mean that cults are eliminated. There are other possible reasons, such as the sale of human bodies."

"Human body trading..."

Hearing this, Old John immediately became a little more energetic, "This is interesting. I know that there are many crimes related to human body trading.
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