"I would like to know, if he is a senior technician from Da Qin, would you give him a chance? Give him a chance to abandon evil and do good."

The black policeman looked at him with an unkind expression, "What do you want to say again?"

Zhang Lingjun forced a smile on his face: "I actually graduated from a top university in the world, so I should be qualified. I wonder if you can give me a chance to start a new life? I also want to make progress."

The black policeman frowned, looked at Zhang Lingjun, and said in a low tone: "After going around in a long way, you still think that I am suspicious of you because of your identity.

"I am still playing with this method. On the surface, I pretend to be a weakling who cannot bear the persecution and give in. In fact, I connect my own problems with my fictitious position of persecuting others, trying to use people's simple values ​​​​to

The political correctness between the strong and the weak in China proves my fault and thus covers up my own problems. I said you can't be more honest."

Zhang Lingjun was helpless: "What are you talking about? What problem am I covering up? Didn't we explain this case clearly enough before? Even a fool can see that the whole case has nothing to do with me. I don't know what you want to get entangled with? If it doesn't work, you can

Catch me?"

The black policeman said seriously: "I have already said that I will not have any prejudice against anyone because of my identity. I just want you to cooperate with the investigation."

"What investigation? I think I have explained everything very clearly. I have just cooperated with everyone who can cooperate. I have said everything I can and cannot say. There is nothing left. How can I cooperate?"
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Zhang Lingjun looked at him and said seriously and directly, "Officer, let's not play tricks. Let's just say it straight. What do you mean?

"Are you trying to put pressure on me through such unreasonable and low-level means, and finally achieve the goal of making me collapse and plead guilty?"

The black policeman said: "Don't mess around. I'm just acting in accordance with the law. As long as you explain honestly..."

Zhang Lingjun turned around to leave, but was grabbed by the black policeman's arm. He subconsciously tried to break free with his arm, but it didn't move at all, like an iron hoop, grabbing and not grabbing, letting go and not letting go...

"Then what kind of law is this based on? Officer, no matter what you want to do, you must at least tell the embassy first, or notify the church, or notify my friends."

The black police officer snapped: "Are you threatening me with your foreign status?"

Zhang Lingjun looked at him without fear, "Officer, I just talked about the process. This is also called a threat. Could it be that the direction of this case in your mind will be affected by my identity?"

The black policeman pursed his lips and stared at Zhang Lingjun. As he breathed heavily, the knotted muscles on his body squirmed slightly, as if the power contained in them was about to explode at any time.

There were finger marks on Zhang Lingjun's tightly held wrist. Because the blood circulation was blocked, the palm of the hand was a little swollen.

"No matter what your identity is."

The black policeman gritted his teeth and said, with such a strong tone that his standard South Vietnamese had a slightly African flavor, "I am not one of those people who has some unspeakable inferiority and a nouveau riche mentality, desperately trying to prove themselves to outsiders.

Taxi scholar-bureaucrats don’t behave like foreign guests.”

"Don't get excited."

Zhang Lingjun had an increasingly natural and kind smile on his face, "I never felt that my identity was special or great from beginning to end.

"The question is why do you always think that my status is special and that I can be treated differently? I have some kind of original sin or some kind of privilege?

"I really don't understand, and what's even more confusing is that you think foreigners are all heretics, but in reality, the hateful heretics, or the bad heretics, enjoy special treatment, beyond the

You feel extremely angry about the treatment of nationals, and even secretly taking advantage of the preferential treatment given by South Vietnam to act recklessly and commit countless crimes.

"And then you think it's my fault."

The black policeman pursed his thick lips and remained silent. You could vaguely see that his dark face was a little red from suppressing it, but he still didn't let go of his hands.

Zhang Lingjun continued: "Perhaps you don't want to investigate the case at all, but you want to take this opportunity to complete some of your thoughts, eliminate those unnecessary heretics, and make South Vietnam clean.

"But it seems it's not yet time, right? At least you have to wait until public opinion is filled with extreme hatred, and then convey your thoughts to all the people in South Vietnam, so that all disasters and misfortunes in Vietnam will be like mine.

At the same time, the national industry began to tilt towards the military industry, tying everyone to the chariot.

"Only in this way can we realize our ideals smoothly, otherwise we will only ask for trouble.

"Perhaps you can take the initiative to push society in this direction. Of course, being a police officer is not enough.

"Step 1: You should campaign first... You should take to the streets and stand at the crossroads, and speak to all the people passing by, all the angry people..."

As he spoke, his tone was a bit wild and formal, full of boundless malice.

"Today, we stand here! Standing on the land of the South Vietnamese! Standing on Dien Bien, the land watered with the blood and dignity of our ancestors!

"Behind me is the statue of Ho Chi Minh! He is a freedom fighter recognized by the world! He is the glory of the world! In front of me, standing is a nation, a nation groaning in humiliation!

"As long as those foreigners still...well...I suddenly remembered that you can't run for election, and it's illegal to gather people in this place."

There was a loud bang, and a black iron fist the size of a casserole hit the iron door next to it, interrupting the emotional speech.

The black policeman’s eyes are becoming increasingly dangerous.

Zhang Lingjun is neither humble nor arrogant.

The atmosphere solidified instantly.

The two were silent and looked at each other...

I don’t know how long it took, maybe it was a moment, maybe it was a moment, but suddenly there was a sound like a broken gong and a slamming door coming from the bottom of the corridor, breaking the tension between the two of them.

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Immediately afterwards, the sound of footsteps came overlapping and distant along the echo tube-like corridor, and became clearer and closer as time passed.

Someone is going upstairs.

Subconsciously looking towards the corridor to the side.

The black concrete corridor was dirty, with oil-stained paper towels thrown away carelessly, chewed sugar cane peels, and bamboo sticks with blackened ends after being burnt. After a while, an old white policeman appeared.

He has naturally curly blond hair, a high nose bridge, deep eyebrows, and a pale complexion that is completely opposite to that of a black policeman. I don’t know whether it is due to malnutrition or congenital reasons, but his body shape is somewhat abnormally thin.

The police uniform, which is very similar in color and nature to military green, looks very roomy when worn on the body.

"John James."

Seeing this, the black policeman's tense face couldn't help but relax and reveal a smile.

It's not that I'm happy to see my colleague, but that this colleague is the policeman of the Jeanne d'Arc District, and his main job is to be responsible for the security and patrol of Fifth Avenue, where he is currently located.

"I came at the right time. With the help of this landowner who specializes in dealing with people around here, the gringo's matter will be solved easily.

"But why did he suddenly come over now? Are there any clues at the scene?"

The reason why the black policeman knew this colleague who did not work in the same area as him was not because he knew him before, but because he was also an investigator on the Ruan Xing case.

I saw the old white male policeman's chest rising and falling from climbing the stairs, breathing heavily, and walked step by step to the two of them. Then he took out a few stacked papers from his pocket and grinned at the black policeman.

With a mouth full of yellow teeth, "Huh... Officer, the relevant results of the samples previously sent for inspection have come out."

"It turns out to be the test results!"

The black policeman took the things and nodded.

Then he did not check the content directly, but turned to glance at Zhang Lingjun and signaled to the old white male policeman, "You should know this person. The important personnel related to the Ruan Xing case may know some clues, but they are not very familiar with the investigation."

Please cooperate and see if you can help and give me some advice."

It doesn’t quite fit with the strong emphasis of those words.

After saying that, he walked aside, opened the pages and read them, leaving the space for the two of them...
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