"Wuchol, how are you?" Choi Min-ho and Shin Mi-kyung sat in the ambulance, looking at their colleagues who had just woken up worriedly.
Park Woo-chul looks very miserable now. Not only is his face scratched, but he is also swollen. The face that was originally handsome was almost unrecognizable. There was a fixed bracket tied around his neck, and the doctor in the car was conducting a preliminary examination for him.
In addition to large-scale contusions and fractures, there should be concussions, but I don’t know if they are severe or not. Fortunately, there is no internal bleeding and the person survived.
Park Woo-chul's pupils gradually focused, looking at the boss in front of him, "Who are you?"
Choi Minhao widened his eyes, and the medical staff on the side quickly pushed him away, "Don't affect the patient, he may have a serious concussion now."
Shin Mi-kyung covered her forehead and cursed her in her heart about this handsome but not reliable colleague, "Counselor Choi, what should I do now?"
"No traces of DC8 were found on the scene. It seems that we need to find clues again. This matter may need to be asked by Miss Shen." The transaction between the buyer and the seller must have not been completed. As an intelligence officer in Xiangjiang, Shen Meijing is much more familiar with the local intelligence network than him.
"Yes, I understand." Shin Mei-kyung looked worried. This matter is not easy to deal with. The atmosphere in Hong Kong has been very strange recently, and everyone is doing it.
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In a five-star hotel, the so-called DC8 was placed on the bed. Xu Chuan looked at the two stupid ones in front of him. They were thinking of various ways to open the thing. Zhang Biao held a screwdriver, "Do you have to unscrew the shell first and see if there are any screws? I'll try it."
Geiger counter is on the side, and they are ready to run away if there is radiation leak.
Is this something that a person did? Xu Chuan kicked Zhang Biao's butt, and the guy lay directly on the ground.
"You're having too much trouble?" Xu Chuan took out a hammer from the toolbox and handed it over, "Isn't it good for you to use it directly?"
Zhang Biao got up from the ground and grabbed his hair awkwardly, "Boss, I just want to study it."
"Mystery, can you understand this kind of high-tech with your IQ?" It's not that you look down on them. Don't think about this kind of poor student who just graduated from junior high school. Alas, it seems that you have scolded yourself too.
He squatted in front of the bed, looked at the box in front of him, looked up and down, left and right, and then stood up again with the hammer, "Okay, let's use the easiest way." The top was tightly slit, and there was not even a screw hole.
Wan Yang quickly stopped him. Damn, this guy is really capable, "Boss, what should I do now?" Put this thing that looks like a CD player in his bag.
Xu Chuan shrugged, "I haven't thought about it yet. I really didn't expect you two to snatch things like this. By the way, there's no tail."
"Don't worry, we've all sunk into the sea." Zhang Biao sat aside, holding a can of beer in his hand. They have done this kind of destruction of corpses countless times.
"Okay, then you can rest first, and I'll talk about anything tomorrow."
After they had a good meal and had a good meal, they went back to their rooms to sleep. The chaos of various people from Xiangjiang had just begun.
"What does it mean to lose it?" A calm voice came from the phone in Jin Xinian's hand.
Jin Xinian had undergone simple treatment in a black clinic. Zhang Yijun was using alcohol to wipe the scratches on his body. "I've been snatched away. Boss, I've asked someone to check again." The sting of alcohol made Jin Xinian's muscles tremble constantly.
After at least a minute, the voice from the opposite side came, "Well, I will pay attention to the police." After that, he hung up the phone. After that, Jin Xinnian smashed the phone directly on the wall of the hotel.
The news about Tsim Sha Tsui is playing on TV, and the whole street is like a war, which makes the citizens of Xiangjiang Province in an uproar.
The police's crisis response team was already in full swing, and calls from all parties kept calling in. General Inspector Wang Jianzhong looked pale and the cup of drinking water in his hand was almost crushed. "It's over, it's all over." This incident can almost declare the end of his career.
His phone number never stopped. He was a general inspector, and he was really a small role and was nothing in the police force. He was here just to coordinate various departments and had no command authority. Li Yanming was carrying out the specific actions.
"What is this bastard Li Yanming doing?" Wang Jianzhong really wanted to pinch the guy's neck and ask him carefully.
"Inspector Wang, what is the situation now? Is DC8 safe?" Professor Zhao Zhiren, an consultant to the crisis team wearing a suit and a bow tie, looked anxious.
Wang Jianzhong quickly thought in his heart that this was not only to answer Zhao Zhiren's question, but also to deal with higher-level inquiries.
"Li SIR said that DC8 was not found at the scene. They had killed most of the arms dealers and seized a large number of arms but did not find any similar devices." Wang Jianzhong can only pray now that this thing is best not to appear.
Zhao Zhiren stared at the eyes and asked, "Wang SIR, what do you mean? Is it because DC8 has not appeared?"
"This possibility is not ruled out." Wang Jianzhong frowned, not caring too much about the professor's attitude.
Zhao Zhiren's muscles on his face were thrust. He understood what Wang Jianzhong meant. Since things were messed up, he had to find a way to blame him. Fortunately, no one saw DC8 and could not be sure whether this weapon existed or not.
In addition, a batch of arms was indeed captured and more than a dozen bandits were killed, which made the entire operation look better at least on the surface, but there must not be any loss of a weapon of mass destruction. In this way, these people here may be able to be protected.
After all, it may be that there is a problem with the intelligence, just like such a large number of weapons, but there is no information on the intelligence.
At the same time, various intelligence agencies in Xiangjiang began to collect intelligence intensively, and the police could not admit it, but these people knew that DC8 was robbed.
The Equator fell this time, and the Equator, which has always been a big move, was actually being eaten by people. This news spread like wildfire. Some were lucky enough to gloat, and some were planning to find things. The peace that had been waiting and watching before the underground world was gone was like a drop of water falling into a pan, bursting out with crackling sounds.
"Boss Xu, I'll just say this kid is very good at causing trouble!" Luo Jialing was reporting the progress of the matter to Xu Zhengyang, which was already a deviation from their plan.
A faint word "he" came from there, making Luo Jialing confused, "What should I do now?" At this moment, the Xiangjiang River was already undercurrent.
"Where is that boy?"
"The three of them had a big meal and went to bed." MMD's bastards would enjoy it. They must stay up all night today.
"It's okay, you continue to collect information, President Song will arrive tomorrow."
"clear."
Chapter completed!