After listening to Ji Bu's words, Miao Zhihua couldn't help but move his lips, glanced around, and quickly pulled him to the side:
"After all, this is a public place. Please pay attention to the words you speak. If others hear you, it will not have a good impact."
"Does it matter?!"
Ji Bu raised his eyebrows and looked at Miao Zhihua coldly: "What does it have to do with me..."
"You need to know."
Miao Zhihua looked around again, took Ji Bu's arm and reminded him in a low voice:
"You are a police officer now! You are no longer the undercover agent who follows Lin Kun, do you know that?"
"Fuck the police!"
Ji Bu refused and said in a deep voice, "You don't know if I am sending someone to you? I have no interest in this person at all!"
"I don't do all this just to be a dog to these ghosts. What I do is just what I want to do. I have my principles, which you can't understand!"
"..."
Miao Zhihua was stunned again and opened his mouth to speak: "Abu, calm down!"
"I can't fucking calm down!"
Ji Bu raised his hand extremely irritably and opened Miao Zhihua's hand that was trying to grab his arm: "I'm helping you catch the thief, you want to kill me?"
"Just now, Tianhong was almost shot to death by them!"
He stretched out his hand to hold Miao Zhihua's shoulders, looked at him with wide eyes, and made a hissing gesture with his fingers in front of his mouth:
"Ghost, you must die!"
"Stop talking nonsense, or I'll kill you too!"
Finished.
He tapped Miao Zhihua with his finger in the air, turned around and walked outside with Ajun and his godson:
"First kill the one who fired the gun just now."
Luo Tianhong and Aji quickly followed.
Dongguan Zai raised his hand and left with his people.
Naturally, Miao Zhihua would not stop him. He watched them leave and his eyes fell on Zhou Yi, who was being held down by his subordinates:
"Zhou Yi, I am now officially informing you that you have been arrested. We suspect that you are related to a huge drug trafficking group in Hong Kong Island."
"Now, please go back and cooperate with us in the investigation."
soon.
The dock was quickly restored to order under police control.
·····
Night falls.
Western District Police Station.
In the superintendent's office.
"no way."
Zhang Dacheng sat on the sofa and smoked a cigarette, and the lingering smoke enveloped his whole person:
"I shot from behind, but their people reacted too quickly, and they dodged it."
He raised his head and looked at Superintendent Abbot, who was sitting opposite, and explained again: "It's really not that I can't do it. The situation at the scene was too bad."
"I fired under tremendous pressure, but I had no chance to fire a second shot. If I fired a second shot, not to mention whether I could hit Ji Bu, I would definitely be beaten to death by these bad guys."
Zhang Dacheng's shooting was against the rules. It was like an old silver coin sneaking up on him from behind. He would definitely be subject to complaints.
"call"
Abt glanced at him, exhaled and waved his hands: "Forget it, if you fail, you fail. There is nothing to say."
"You should write a report first when you go home tonight, describing the reasons for your shooting and the situation at the scene."
"I will help you with the shooting. Go back and prepare a report."
"Thanks."
Zhang Dacheng was surprised when he saw that Abt was not angry, and nodded: "Okay, thank you sir."
"Let's go."
Abt stood up and walked outside: "Sir Zhang, although this matter failed, it doesn't matter. There will be opportunities in the future."
"You have shown us your courage and ability. Keep working hard. Sooner or later, the position of superintendent will be yours."
Abut was uncharacteristically lifeless, not because he didn't care, but because at this juncture, a panicked person like Zhang Dacheng was needed to step in and help them.
"Okay, okay."
Zhang Dacheng nodded and hunched down, like a pug, groveling and listening to Abot's words.
"Keep up the good work."
Abt patted him on the shoulder to encourage him.
Zhang Dacheng felt as if he had been given a shot in the arm, his fighting spirit was high again, and he saluted with his back straight.
Outside the police station.
Only about ten meters away from the police station gate, a white-haired man squatted on the grass, lowering his head and smoking a cigarette.
After hearing the movement at the door of the police station, he looked up at Abot and Zhang Dacheng standing at the door.
Top of head.
The light from the street lamp casts down, making the white hair look even whiter.
soon.
Zhang Dacheng greeted Aibt and stepped out of the police station.
"Oh shit."
Zhang Dacheng exhaled with lingering fear. Originally, he was prepared for Gui Lao's roar, but he didn't expect that Gui Lao was not angry. Instead, he expressed comfort to himself. This was something he did not expect.
but.
He also knew very well that Gui Lao wanted to use him, so he treated himself with this attitude.
"clatter."
Zhang Dacheng took out a cigarette, lit one for himself, and murmured to himself: "Damn, they are a bunch of street gangsters, their calculations are smarter than anyone else's."
"It's just that I'm confused. Why does the ghost want to kill this undercover policeman Ji Bu so much?"
He blew out the smoke and shook his head. He couldn't figure out the reason, so he stopped thinking about it.
Walked some distance forward.
His eyes fell on the phone booth on the roadside, and then he put the cigarette in his mouth, reached into his pocket for coins, and walked towards the phone booth.
rear.
The man in white squatting on the grass glanced at Zhang Dacheng, stood up from the ground smoking a cigarette, and walked towards him.
"Zi"
When the white-haired man passed by a street lamp, he raised his hand and pressed the cigarette he was about to finish smoking on the street lamp post.
The cigarette butt was crushed, the sparks fell and were extinguished quickly, leaving a black soot trail on the white lamp post.
He casually put the cigarette butt into his pocket and continued to move forward.
The pace is getting faster and faster.
Quickly close the distance between the two.
The white-haired man stared at Zhang Dacheng, who was walking towards the phone booth, with a clear goal. He shook the palm of his right hand and a dagger appeared in his hand.
The sharp blade reflects the cold light under the light.
"Da da da"
The white-haired man quickened his steps and rushed forward quickly.
telephone booth.
Zhang Dacheng walked in and picked up the phone receiver with his left hand. He took out a coin with his right hand and was about to insert it when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind.
He subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him.
Turn around.
In sight.
A white-haired man had already rushed behind him, raising his knees high and bumping into him.
in hand.
The sharp dagger blade looked slightly awkward under the light.
"Grass!"
Zhang Dacheng's ghost was so strong that he almost subconsciously reached out and pressed the .38 pin in the holster on his waist.
"Bang!"
The white-haired man flew forward and pressed his knee heavily on Zhang Dacheng's chest with great force.
"Kacha!"
The sound of ribs breaking sounded in the chest.
Zhang Dacheng was knocked violently into the phone booth, and the phone fell from his hands. The .38 he had just taken out of his hand fell to the ground in severe pain.
"call out!"
The sharp dagger passed in front of Zhang Dacheng, and a faint blood line appeared on his neck, gradually expanding.
"Crack!"
The white-haired man held Zhang Dacheng's chin with his left hand, gestured to the point 38 that fell to the ground, and looked at him expressionlessly:
"You can't even hold a gun steady, how can you shoot and kill people?!"
"Hmm"
Zhang Dacheng's eyes widened and he stared at the white-haired man in front of him.
"Pfft!"
The white-haired man kept moving his hands, holding the dagger in his right hand and stabbing it quickly, and the blood spurted out and splattered in the phone booth.
"Plop!"
Then the white-haired man drew the knife.
Zhang Dacheng's body detached, and without any support, he slumped down the phone booth and sat down on the ground.
The main entrance of the police station.
Abbot took his coat from the police station and was about to go home. He just walked out and happened to see this scene.
His whole body shivered and he subconsciously took two steps back.
"Whoa!"
The white-haired man raised the dagger in his hand and pointed it at Abt, staring at him.
On the blade.
The remaining blood dripped down the blade.
"Gudong."
Abt swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at the man in white who turned to leave. Then he belatedly touched his waist, but in vain.
I didn't bring a gun myself.
"Come on, come on!"
Abbot turned his head and yelled towards the police station, calling to the police officers who rushed out and ran towards Zhang Dacheng who was collapsed in the phone booth.
It’s hard to save a fairy.
"this"
The police officer looked at Zhang Dacheng who had moved, and couldn't help but look at Abt who was unconscious: "Who did this?! Superintendent, did you see it?"
"without"
Abt recalled in his mind that the white-haired man made a gesture to wipe his neck before leaving. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, shook his head, and denied repeatedly:
"No, I didn't see it. I saw him falling when I came out. I don't know who did it."
After he absent-mindedly briefly dealt with the situation at the scene, he immediately ran back to the police station in a panic, picked up the phone and called Mabili.
It didn't take long.
As soon as the call was connected, he shouted into the phone quickly: "Mabili, something bad is going to happen!"
"It's over, it's over, that mad dog Ji Bu is completely crazy!"
·····
One day later.
Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station.
Ji Bu took Ajun, and Ajun held his godson in his arms, and met Lin Kun in the interrogation room.
In just two days, Lin Kun's hair turned completely white.
"Coming."
Lin Kun's condition was much better than usual. After seeing Ji Bu, he took the initiative to say hello, and then his eyes fell on Ajun.
Ajun's eyes were mixed with ripples, and she looked at Lin Kun eagerly, and her voice was crying: "Sister-in-law"
"alright."
Lin Kun laughed at the corner of his mouth and said angrily: "Silly girl, why are you crying? Isn't my brother-in-law here?"
"The police said that I voluntarily confessed to other people, which can be regarded as a kind of meritorious service. It will be helpful in sentencing later and can reduce the sentence by a few years."
He shook his head with a smile, looking extremely calm: "Okay, stop crying, my son will cry too later."
He held out his hand, the handcuffed hand conspicuous.
Ji Bu glanced at him, and the police officer hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and opened Lin Kun's handcuffs.
"son."
Lin Kun held his son in his arms and stretched out his fingers to tease his face.
The child moved his hands and feet in his arms, found a comfortable position, and continued to sleep.
"Haha, I didn't like sleeping like this when I was a kid."
Lin Kun laughed happily, glanced at his son again, and gave him directly back to Ajun:
"Ajun, help your brother-in-law take care of the children. I know this will be very hard, but I can only get rid of you."
"Help me take good care of him and lead him to the right path."
Speaking of which.
He raised his head sadly and looked at the ceiling, muttering to himself:
"A person's life is really short. He cannot take the wrong path. If he takes the wrong path, he will never be able to look back in his life."
"You can't do anything wrong. If you do something wrong, you will never be able to turn around in your life."
Lin Kun took a deep breath, turned to look at Ji Bu in front of him, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, without saying another word, turned around and left with the police officer.
Out of the police station.
With the arrest of Lin Kun and the arrest of Zhou Yi, the entire drug trafficking route was destroyed, and Hong Kong Island fell into tranquility for a short time.
night.
The two of them were walking on the road.
Ji Bu walked in front and Ajun walked behind, keeping a certain distance between them.
Ji Bu suddenly stopped.
Ajun, who was deep in thought, didn't notice and almost hit him. Fortunately, he braked in time.
"Ajun."
Ji Bu looked at Ajun, who had a complicated expression: "Will you hate me?"
"I personally sent Brother Kun and your sister in. If it weren't for me, maybe."
"you"
Ajun looked at Ji Bu and raised her hand to slap him in the face, but her hand failed to hit him and she froze in the air and took it back.
"never mind."
Ajun gritted his teeth, with ripples in his eyes: "I don't want to talk about this matter anymore, let's leave it at that."
Ji Bu stood there, looking at Ajun who was holding the child and leaving. He took a deep breath and glanced at Hua Zai:
"Arrange someone to watch her, and if Brother Kun confesses, someone will definitely take revenge."
"Um."
Andy nodded, took out his phone and called.
behind.
Miao Zhihua followed out and looked at Ji Bu with a complicated expression.
"how?"
Ji Bu raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Sir Miao, do you have something to say?"
"Um"
Miao Zhihua pondered: "The death of Chief Inspector Zhang Dacheng of the Western District Police Station is about this."
"If he is dead, what does it have to do with me?"
Ji Bu asked back.
"Too."
Miao Zhihua took a deep breath, rubbed his face, and stopped talking about the matter. He then said, "Forget it, let's talk about Miss Yang Koko."
"She has called me countless times and wants to see you. There must be something urgent. It's time to go see her, otherwise she will be angry."
Said.
Ji Bu couldn't refuse: "Let's go, I will take you to see her."
Twenty minutes later.
Under the leadership of Miao Zhihua, Ji Bu passed the security access control at the door and entered a high-end community.
The elevator goes up.
1802.
"Sir Wu."
Miao Zhihua looked at the middle-aged man who came to open the door, smiled, and said slightly cautiously:
"I brought the people."
Ji Bu quickly looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.
The middle-aged man was wearing dark cropped trousers and a white slim-fitting button-down shirt. He looked about forty years old, had a Chinese character face, and was serious in speech. Standing there, he naturally exuded a vague aura.
The middle-aged man was also looking at Ji Bu. After a few glances, he took the initiative to speak:
"You are Ji Bu who cracked the case of Lin Kun drug lord group, right?"
He nodded and expressed his own evaluation: "Not bad, not bad. He is really talented and his eyes are very firm."
Then he briefly introduced himself: "My name is Wu Xianming. I am a friend of Miss Yang Koko. She has been waiting for you for a long time."
Said.
Wu Xianming stepped aside and said, "Come in quickly."
"Da da da"
In the living room.
Rapid footsteps sounded.
Yang Koko ran over quickly and appeared at the door. After seeing Ji Bu, she suddenly stopped and stood there, looking at Ji Bu carefully.
"Coco."
Ji Bu looked at Yang Koko's reaction and raised his eyebrows: "What? You don't recognize me anymore?"
"Abu!"
When Yang Koko heard Ji Bu speak, he walked up, grabbed his hand and looked at him carefully.
By the way.
She also looked specifically at the side and back of Ji Bu's neck, and when she saw the familiar scar, she completely let go of her guard.
"Abu!"
Yang Koko couldn't hold on any longer, so she got into Ji Bu's arms, hugged him tightly, and said in her voice with a hint of fear:
"It's you, it's really you."
"hehe."
Wu Xianming squinted his eyes and looked at the two people who were behaving intimately. He basically knew what he was doing and nodded with a smile:
"Come in and talk."
"Hmm."
But Yang Koko acted coquettishly, hugging Ji Bu tightly and refusing to let go: "No, I don't want to let you go."
That night, what happened to the real and fake Ji Bu brought a serious psychological shadow to her.
"alright."
Ji Bu touched her head helplessly and said, "Go in and talk." Seeing that she refused to let go, he had no choice but to pick her up and walk in.
"Tsk tsk."
Wu Xianming smiled and said nothing. He took out three bottles of mineral water from the refrigerator and gave them to them, and then left directly and consciously:
"You guys talk, I'm going to get busy."
He turned around and walked into the study, closed the door, picked up the mobile phone, and called Father Yang directly:
"Mr. Yang, it seems that Kou Kou is more dependent on Ji Bu than imagined, tsk tsk."
"Ha ha.."
Father Yang laughed heartily: "What do you think?"
"Can."
Wu Xianming made his own superficial evaluation: "The first impression is not bad, the appearance is good."
"oh?"
Father Yang became interested: "Sir Wu, your evaluation is very high. I really want to meet this guy."
"Ha ha."
The two communicated on the phone.
In the living room.
Yang Kekou didn't care that Miao Zhihua was nearby, hugged Ji Bu's wrist tightly and refused to let go, and began to tell Ji Bu about her own experience.
Miao Zhihua sat aside and listened. The two of them acted as if they were at home. Senior Superintendent Wu Xianming was not angry. It seemed that Yang Koko's background was bigger than he thought.
"I think."
Yang Koko raised her head, her tone trembling slightly: "That person is the dead Ali!"
"What?!"
Ji Bu frowned when he heard this, and they knitted together instantly: "Ali?!"
"What?!"
When Miao Zhihua heard the news, he trembled and jumped up from the sofa:
"Ali?!"
"It's impossible. Although I couldn't recognize him at the beginning, I have already compared him. This person is him. How could he appear again now?!"
Judging from Yang Koko's description, Ali's sudden appearance and contact with Yang Koko still used Ji Bu's identity, coupled with his "resurrection from the dead", it was all very strange.
Especially Miao Zhihua, his expression was very complicated and tangled at the moment.
Ali is his apprentice.
Why did he escape without telling him, and then come back at the critical moment when Ji Bu was caught as an undercover agent? And use Ji Bu's identity to contact Yang Koko?
now.
His mood was complicated, surprised and happy.
Ali is his apprentice, and of course he hopes that Ali will be okay, but with all the things happening before him, it seems that they are the ones who are being plotted.
"After I found out, he ran away directly."
Yang Koko's face turned slightly pale, and she still had lingering fears when she recalled that night:
"I don't know what his purpose is yet."
As Yang Koko finished speaking, the entire hall suddenly fell into silence.
Ji Bu frowned slightly and remained silent.
Miao Zhihua gritted his teeth, took out a cigarette, lit it for himself, took a heavy sip, and buried himself in the smoke.
The huge reversal left him unable to react at all and unable to guess.