Three days later, the water in the city was basically discharged, and people's living order returned to normal. Just that night, just as night fell, police cars drove out of the Binhai Municipal Public Security Bureau compound and roared away.

The plainclothes police officers who had already ambushed in major entertainment venues in the city were also looking at their watches nervously. Many people had already received internal news. Director Mao was beaten up by the new municipal party secretary and wanted to use a big action to cleanse up the shame.

When everyone thought of the scene where the usually majestic and powerful director was scolded in public, they felt a little incredible, and some people felt secretly happy, including Fan Yaoliu of the criminal police team. After all, he knew some inside story.

However, Fan Yaoliu is not interested in such a net-drawing operation. His experience has shown that the anti-gang operation in Binhai City can only catch some minions, which poses no threat to the gang bosses who have dominated for many years.

Even so, it is extremely dangerous to participate in such an action. Among the people to be dealt with this time, there are some outlaws. At the mobilization meeting before the action, Team Wu specifically emphasized that everyone should pay attention to safety, prevent criminals from jumping over the wall and taking extreme actions.

The police officers have guns in their hands, but the criminals also have them in their hands. In many cities in Guangdong, guns have long been flooded. Most of the guns used by those people are made by civilized methods, with rough workmanship and no rifle. After the bullets are shot, they are rushing forward with somersaults. Usually, they will be scrapped if they can't fire a few shots.

However, the power of this kind of gun cannot be underestimated. Within ten meters, it is comparable to the lethality of the guns used by the police. Once it hits a vital part, it will still cause people to die.

The price of such black guns on the black market is about 2,000 yuan. In Binhai City, there are at least 100. Not only the gangsters in the underworld will find ways to get guns, but some merchants also like to buy guns to defend themselves. The city has organized confiscations many times, but the results are not ideal.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Fan Yaoliu sighed, pulled out his pistol from his waist, took the rag, and carefully wiped it. His eyes passed through the car window and looked at the Golden Dragon Hotel with neon flashing in front of the right. He frowned and thought to himself that there might be a bad battle in a while.

For some reason, after getting up in the morning, his eyelids kept pounding, which made Fan Yaoliu feel uneasy. This was the first time this situation occurred since he started working. This was not a good sign, as if something was going to happen.

A few minutes later, Wu Mingpu, a captain in casual clothes, came out of the hotel. He stood on the steps, looked around for a few seconds, then came to the front of the car, knocked on the window, took off his sunglasses, put it in his pocket, and whispered: "Xiao Liu, are you wearing cigarettes?"

"Take it!" Fan Yaoliu quickly inserted his gun, opened the car door, jumped down, took out a pack of cigarettes, popped out of it, handed it over respectfully, Nunuu mouth towards the hotel, and whispered: "Boss, how is the situation inside?"

"If you haven't arrived, you have to wait a little longer, don't worry!" Wu Mingpu stuffed the cigarette into his mouth, lit it, frowned and took a sip, spit out the smoke ring comfortably, then turned around, pointed his finger at the shop diagonally opposite, and whispered: "Xiao Liu, it's still early, leave, and accompany me to have a bowl of delicious fish skin."

"Boss, I promised in advance that you treat me!" Fan Yaoliu smiled, followed Wu Mingpu, crossed the road, and came to the street shop opposite. After entering the house, he saw that there were no customers inside and it was very quiet, so he picked up the seat by the window and sat down.

Wu Ming ordered two bowls of cool fish skin, but did not move his chopsticks. Instead, he frowned and looked at Fan Yaoliu, smoking cigarettes slowly. The expression on his face was uncertain, as if he was thinking about something nerve-wracking.

After a while, he put half of the cigarette butt out, threw it into the ashtray, and said lightly: "Xiao Liu, tell me, it's really strange. Why is our municipal party secretary who has just arrived in Binhai City, is he focusing on social security issues?"

Fan Yaoliu felt aroused, and quickly raised his head and whispered: "Maybe the people's reaction was too strong. Boss, to be honest, that group of people made a little too fierce and didn't know how to restrain themselves."

Wu Mingpu shook his head gently and said calmly: "Although those people are a little wild, they are just looking for money. Most of them will not do anything that they don't have. As long as the people are obedient, they should not provoke those guys."

He paused, stared at Fan Yaoliu's eyes again, and said in his words: "I don't think it looks like it. Maybe someone has reported it? Otherwise, how could he know so much? Even the matter of the long-distance passenger station can be clearly understood."

Fan Yaoliu became nervous, threw down the chopsticks, took out the napkin, wiped the corner of his mouth, and smiled and said, "It's possible that our Mao Bureau has a too big temper and is prone to offend people. It's probably someone complained. Things in the officialdom are too complicated and they are all over the place."

Wu Mingpu smiled faintly, looked around, and simply pointed out the topic: "Xiao Liu, that night, after we left, no one went to the hotel, right?"

"It shouldn't be there?" Fan Yaoliu picked up the cup, took a sip of tea, and said with a smile: "Captain Wu, are you thinking too much? At that time, no one knew that he was the secretary of the municipal party committee, and it was impossible for anyone to report it."

"Have Luo Qiaoyun not been there?" Wu Mingpu narrowed his eyes and stared at Fan Yaoliu sharply, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

Fan Yaoliu was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses, played with the cup, and whispered: "Boss, how did you know?"

"I was guessed, and it was confirmed through the hotel surveillance video." Wu Mingpu sighed, turned his eyes out the window, and said helplessly: "Xiao Liu, I knew she was with you for a long time. Later, someone warned me to deal with you. For this matter, I also went to say something to others and smile. There is no way. Who told me that everyone was brothers? You can't watch something happen to you, right?"

Fan Yaoliu was slightly moved, and even more scared, so he nodded and confessed: "Boss, Qiaoyun did go that night. I think she is very pitiful and wants to help her. You know, the family of three is gone. That thing is a bit miserable, it really makes people unable to see it..."

Wu Mingpu waved his hand, interrupted his speech, and frowned and said, "Xiao Liu, the madman has told me many times that car accident, and it was not what he did. At that time, although the madman had murderous intentions, he was persuaded before he started. You may not know much about his temper. Although he was a little bit dark and cruel, he still dared to act and never told lies."

Fan Yaoliu frowned slightly, put down the cup, held a cigarette, fiddled with the lighter, and said softly: "Boss, stop going around in circles, what do you mean, just tell me!"

Wu Mingpu glanced at him, picked up his shoulders, leaned back, and said slowly: "Xiao Liu, let's settle things, don't let Luo Qiaoyun make trouble again, this will not do any good for her."

Fan Yao was smoking at six o'clock, frowned and took a few sips, spitting out the smoke rings, and said depressedly: "Boss, you may have made a misunderstanding. She is her, I am me, I can't make the decision on her business."

"Xiao Liu, you are not helping her, you are harming her!" Wu Mingpu was furious, raised his hand, knocked on the table a few times, and said angrily: "She is a little girl, why are she fighting with others? If I hadn't promised it, you two would have had an accident long ago, do you know?"

Fan Yaoliu fell silent and sucked the cigarette. After a while, he frowned and said, "Boss, I understand what you said. Is this an ultimatum?"

"What do you mean?" Wu Mingpu became angry again, slapped the table, stared at Fan Yaoliu with his eyes, and said with a blue face: "It's really a dog biting Lu Dongbin, I don't know the hearts of good people. I'm thinking about your safety. Who do you think I am? They are in the same group as the madman? The gang boss in police uniforms?"

"No, boss, you're thinking too much, I don't mean that!" Fan Yaoliu scratched his head with his hand and smiled helplessly.

Wu Mingpu snorted, waved his hand, and said angrily: "Fan Yaoliu, that's what you mean. You have had this kind of suspicion a long time ago. You have been secretly investigating and collecting evidence. I'm not wrong, right?"

Fan Yaoliu waved his hand quickly and said with a forced smile: "No, boss, really, no, how could it be!"

Wu Mingpu sighed and said softly: "You are just too young and think of many things too simply. The madman is cruel and ruthless. He is a person who can cause trouble. He should have taken it off a long time ago. I have wanted to break him up with my own hands many times, but we can't do it. It's deep here. If you dare to do anything, you may die!"

Fan Yaoliu hesitated for a moment and said softly: "Boss, the municipal party secretary has intervened. This time the situation is quite different. Those people should not be able to escape, right?"

"School! He has only been here for a few days, and his butt has not been firmly sitting!" Wu Mingpu curled his mouth, stretched his face again, and said angrily: "It is better to be in charge of the county magistrate. The city party secretary usually has to take care of too many things, so how can he always keep his eyes on this? He came to Haibin City alone and could not come up and offend all the people. That's all that, right?"

Fan Yaoliu nodded and said sadly: "Yes, being an official, that's the case. People carry people in flower sedan chairs and show off. How can you be serious?"

Wu Mingpu smiled, then reached out and patted his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Xiao Liu, what did you say when you went out with Secretary Wang that night?"

Fan Yaoliu knew that he could not hide it, so he had to say half-truely: "I didn't say anything. I followed him too closely and was discovered. Secretary Wang saw that I had worked very hard, so he called me over and ate some midnight snack. At that time, I drank a little too much, but I didn't know the importance of it. He introduced the customs and customs here. However, there was absolutely no mention of social security issues. How could I slander our police? That was slapping myself in the face. Xiaoliu would never do that kind of thing to eat inside and outside!"

"Have you talked about Director Zhao?" Wu Mingpu nodded, narrowed his eyes and said aggressively.

Fan Yaoliu picked up the cup and said guiltily: "Which Director Zhao? I haven't mentioned it."

"That's strange. How could he remember to talk to Zhao Zhijun?" Wu Mingpu seemed to be talking to himself, but his eyes were staring at Fan Yaoliu, as if he wanted to see something from his face.

Fan Yaoliu's heart was pounding, and he felt like he was being targeted by a poisonous snake. Smell beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose, and even his back was wet. He forced himself to calmly say, "Boss, you always think about what the secretary of the municipal party committee is. What kind of person is he? What kind of person is we can guess."

"Yes!" Wu Mingpu pondered for a while, smiled slightly, lowered his head, ate the fish skin slowly, put down the bowl, took out the change and threw it on the dining table, and said with a smile: "Let's go back, Xiao Liu, don't tell the conversation today, do you know?"

"Okay, boss, I will persuade Qiaoyun after I go back." Fan Yaoliu wiped the cold sweat, the smile on his face was a little stiff, and he followed Wu Mingpu and said authentically.

Wu Mingpu did not look back, but hugged his shoulders with his hands and said lightly: "Yes, let's persuade. The dead are gone, and the living must continue. The most important thing is to live well and not always immerse herself in the shadow of the past. She can raise any difficulties she has and don't make trouble anymore. I don't want you to have something to do, mainly you. Speaking of which, I am also half of your master, and there is still feelings."

"Thank you, boss." Fan Yaoliu licked his dry lips and looked at Wu Mingpu's back, his mood became extremely complicated.

The two of them crossed the road and came to the opposite side. Wu Mingpu opened the car door, got into the car, pressed the window, and whispered: "Xiao Liu, go to the hotel to see the situation. In rooms 1108 and 1110, be careful and don't alert the enemy."

"Okay, boss, don't worry!" Fan Yaoliu narrowed his eyes, looked at Wu Mingpu for more than ten seconds, then smiled slightly, turned around and walked towards the hotel, and entered the hall. He took out his cell phone first, sent a message, reached out to touch the gun, then walked to the edge of the elevator, opened the elevator, and walked in.

Just as the elevator was about to close, two big hands reached in and separated the elevator door. Then, a strong man in a black vest squeezed in, glanced at Fan Yaoliu, closed the elevator, pressed the button on the eleventh floor, retreated to the corner, stood with his shoulders, closed the elevator slowly, and headed upstairs.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" A few minutes later, three gunshots suddenly came from the hotel. Wu Mingpu's face changed. He hurriedly pushed open the car door, jumped out of the car, waved his hand, and shouted loudly: "What happened, act in advance!"

A dozen people quickly jumped out of several cars on the side of the road. They pulled out their pistols and rushed into the hotel. The troops were divided into two groups, from the elevator and the safety passage, and rushed to the eleventh floor. As soon as they turned the corridor, they saw that the carpet was covered with blood. A man in a black vest was lying on his back in a pool of blood. A hole was made on his forehead, and he was still bleeding. On his right hand, he also threw a sharp fire axe.

The other seven or eight people held their heads in their hands and squatted by the wall with dejected heads. Fan Yaoliu held up his pistol and forced these people to stop them. When he saw everyone coming up, he let out a sigh, put the pistol on his waist, looked at Wu Mingpu with a complicated expression, and said apologetically: "Boss, I'm really sorry, I've exposed it, I'm almost killed by this guy."

The eyes met and looked at each other speechlessly. After a while, Wu Mingpu had a kind smile on his face, walked to him, patted his shoulder, and whispered: "Xiao Liu, it's good that you were not injured. You performed well. I will ask Director Mao for me, don't worry!"

"No need, boss!" Fan Yaoliu smiled dejectedly and said softly: "I'm so tired, I want to take a long vacation and take my girlfriend out for a few months."
Chapter completed!