Piqué swallowed the words and screamed, pulled up Liu Qinghuai, "Follow me", and rushed to the door. At this time, he needed Liu Qinghuai even more.
They rushed out of the door. The two men in front of them, suspected to be Eiichi Kui and another man in a Chinese tunic suit, had already entered the parking lot and were looking among various luxury cars.
Pique pointed, "I need you to follow them now."
"Who are they?" Liu Qinghuai asked without thinking.
Before Pique could answer, the man in Mao suit in the parking lot turned his head back and looked warily.
"Jia Zhengting?" Liu Qinghuai growled in surprise.
"What Jia Zhengting, Kuai Eiichi!"
"It's clearly Jia Zhengting."
"Eiichi Kui!"
"You're talking about the one in the suit."
The two of them were stunned for a moment, stomping their feet and stroking their hands in confusion. When they looked back, there were no figures of Eiichi Kui or Jia Zhengting anywhere.
"I have something urgent to deal with. You must follow him. How can this Fake be like this? This is not in compliance with the rules of engagement!" After the frustration, he was filled with anger. Pique was a little angry.
Liu Qinghuai was not that uneasy when he saw Jia Zhengting. Because when he was intercepted at the station, he defeated him with just a little trick, and his self-esteem was very satisfied.
"You must bite him!" Piqué told Liu Qinghuai as he walked towards his car.
Liu Qinghuai took out his car keys, threw them up, caught them, and touched them on his forehead as a sign of acceptance. He then stared at a group of cars to see which one would drive out first.
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The patrol house in Elbow Beach is the most luxurious among all the patrol houses in Shanghai, even more than the central patrol house. This is related to its prosperous business and the large number of leeks that grow well. The GDP is much higher than that of other sub-houses.
Region. And at any time, gdp is equal to tyranny.
Not to mention the working conditions of Detective Chandler's office and the patrol officers, there are as many as six interrogation rooms alone, not to mention more than a dozen separate detention rooms. Even the central arresting room is incomparable.
Due to structural issues, its appearance is not only bright but also dilapidated.
At this time, Fang Fanglong was being held in the last room of a row of detention rooms. He was the only one wearing handcuffs and shackles.
He felt that it was too much to be treated like this. But he was not too worried, because he had always been a military policeman, and the military was always in front of the police. With his background, the patrol room could not do anything to him.
When taking notes, when he mentioned that Johnson was his instructor, Chandler's face immediately turned ugly. Ha, one thing brings another thing down. This is the food chain, the social food chain. You can't accept it.
If you go out, you have to find an opportunity to put on a sack and beat Chandler and these thieves to relieve their anger. The shackles are too heavy and they are worn out. The death of those two bodyguards has something to do with me? I am not heavy
Prisoner, why did you do this to me? I just appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of Mu Tianlai. Where had this little red guy gone? Xie Chunhua said that when she rushed to Purple House, she didn't see anyone else. Lu Zhiqiang was already in "Bichi" by that time.
His bodyguards also searched up and down, and only invited Mr. Lu in when they saw that there was nothing suspicious.
Could it be that Mu Tian has already seen through it? Let’s make the first move for myself. Even Johnson can’t see through me, how can this little red guy from Jiangbei?
He looked at the small window high up. The light of the setting sun was no longer so dazzling. A dark cloud passed by the window lattice. For just a flash, the dragon in the house couldn't help but feel nervous.
No, this little red guy is very naughty.
Originally, I was the one who blamed Duan Yaming. Because of the early reformation work, I said some exaggerated words. I was afraid that Duan Yaming would lose his head one day and went to report it to Johnson. But I went out with this little red guy and he didn't come back?
I can't think of this, my spine goes numb just thinking about it.
It's better to listen to Jia Zhengting and kill him as soon as there is a chance. And the Japanese, that man named Shimen, are interested in his talent. Are they afraid that if he joins the enemy, he will become a troublesome enemy?
Bah! Jia Zhengting is right, I let you lose everyone, why the hell are you looking for something?!
The clouds thickened and the room suddenly became dark.
Fangfanglong also lost interest in watching the clouds for fun and turned around.
Wow.
Johnson and Chandler were standing in the corridor staring at him through the fence door at some point.
"Qiang..." Before he could say anything, Johnson and Chandler turned around and walked away, kicking their leather boots, leaving only empty echoes.
Cool.
Fang Fanglong tried his best to confirm the information in Johnson's face just now, but he couldn't grasp it at all.
Therefore, he could not judge what would happen next. However, Johnson's arrival should be a good thing. At least it showed that he was an organized person and had not been abandoned by the organization.
Just as he was thinking about it, two Indian patrolmen silently opened the gate and signaled him to go out.
The house dragon was startled for a moment, then he understood what was going on, and deliberately dragged his feet towards the door. However, his ankles were really painful from the grind.
A patrolman stopped him and held his arm.
The other one bent down, opened the shackles for him, and then motioned to follow him.
The removal of the shackles made Fang Fanglong feel relieved. It is good to be organized. He sighed in his heart.
This is the meeting. Afterwards, you can take Johnson's jeep back to the station and live your old life.
Sure enough, he was escorted by two Asan patrolmen, walked through a corridor, and came to the "pre-trial area".
Ah San opened the door of an interrogation room.
Chandler stood by the door speechlessly, his hands behind his back, his eyes always on the dragon in the house.
There must be Johnson inside, Fang Fanglong judged, with a hint of joy that he was about to escape from the sea of suffering.
A long table, neither wide nor narrow, was placed in the center of the room, and a man in uniform sat in front of the table.
The table is covered with tinplate, and there are two inverted U-shaped iron bars in the middle, about sixty centimeters apart, standing on the table.
The house dragon was held by two Asan patrolmen, walked around the seated uniformed man, walked to the opposite side of the table and sat down.
It's indeed Johnson.
Ah San opened the house dragon's handcuffs.
There was a slight smile on Fang Fang Long's face, and his hands rubbed each other's wrists.
Ah San hit the U-shaped iron bar on the table with his handcuffs, "Stretch over here!"
The man in the house, Long Li, closed his eyes and looked at Johnson with a smile. He kicked his feet under the table twice quickly, raised his hands and shook them, and said to Johnson: "Instructor, we don't need this, right?"
Playful smiley face.
"Bang!"
"Snapped!"
Johnson punched the table and then slapped the dragon in the face with a playful smile.
The dragon in the house suddenly had stars in his eyes. If the two patrolmen Ah San hadn't grabbed his arms, he would have rolled to the ground immediately.
Before Zangzhanglong could be shocked, he was handcuffed to the table.
Johnson stood up and left without saying a word.
The two patrol officers Asan showed strange smiles, stepped forward one after another, and patted the dragon on the shoulder.