Chapter 70 Zhang Wancheng: It’s really dirty, the police are worse than the gangsters (please vote)
"When we arrived at the place, the gangsters only allowed me to carry the money in. I originally wanted to bring more people with me on the excuse that I couldn't carry it, but to my surprise, the gangsters asked me to drive in with the money and refused to let me bring more people."
"I just finished giving money after entering and the other party shot me directly. I was shot in my hand without paying attention. When I heard the gunshot, other police officers rushed in and exchanged fire with the gangster. During the melee, Councilor Henry wanted to take advantage of the chaos.
He ran away and was shot to death by the gangsters..."
On the way to the hospital, Xu Jiajun, who was sitting in the passenger seat, covered his arm, endured the pain, and recounted the entire transaction and exchange of fire with sweat on his face.
Li Junxia frowned and immediately pointed out something was wrong: "The gang kidnapped for ransom, why did they suddenly shoot you?"
It is common for kidnappers to tear up hostages, but it makes no sense that they want to kill police officers as soon as they get the money.
"Speaking of which, Congressman Henry was implicated by me this time." Xu Jiajun sighed helplessly and said: "I have handled several cases. Three gangsters had a grudge against me for killing my father. They mainly came after me.
Revenge, kidnapping Henry just to lure me away."
Li Junxia suddenly realized that he took a breath and was a little scared. If Xu Jiajun was not lucky this time, the shot would not have hit his arm.
Instead, it will directly kill him.
After all, it was the revenge of killing his father, and there were three enemies, all of whom wanted to kill him.
"You don't have to blame yourself too much. Henry died at the hands of gangsters. Not to mention being able to keep the ransom and capture the gang leader is already a great achievement."
Li Junxia, who was originally dissatisfied with Xu Jiajun's failure to save Henry, now comforted him. After all, he had narrowly escaped death this time.
He can also kill gangsters. No one else would be able to do it better than him.
What's more, Henry is already dead. Getting angry over this matter will have no effect other than making Xu Jiajun dissatisfied with him. A living person has more win-win value than a dead person.
"But I'm afraid it's hard for you to explain to the Chief Secretary and the Governor." Xu Jiajun pretended to have a guilty expression on his face, blaming himself for not living up to Li Junxia's high expectations.
Li Junxia said unequivocally: "Our police force has done a very good job in this matter. The Governor cannot demand more. They will understand."
If you don’t understand, what can you do? Should you hold the police accountable for such a small thing? It’s just a joke.
Soon we arrived at the hospital, and the director personally deployed manpower to get Xu Jiajun bullets, treat his wounds and apply medicine, and then arranged for a VIP ward to recuperate.
"You should have a good rest, I have to rush to report the situation to the director." Li Junxia said while looking at Xu Jiajun, who was wearing a bandage and a hospital gown on the hospital bed.
Xu Jiajun smiled bitterly, raised his left hand and said, "Sir Li, it's just a minor injury. I can be discharged from the hospital now. There is no need to be so exaggerated."
He didn't want to waste time in the hospital.
"The director hasn't come to check on you yet, how can you get better?" Li Junxia said in a teasing tone.
Xu Jiajun was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized that the director had to put on a show, take a few photos and publish them in the newspaper, showing his care and condolences for the frontline police officers.
What's more, Xu Jiajun is a model policeman with a high degree of social attention. Han Yili will not let go of this opportunity to increase his presence and reputation.
The art of leadership is applicable at home and abroad.
Li Junxia laughed: "Understood? The police force will reimburse you, take good care of yourself, I'm leaving."
After saying that, he put on his hat and turned to leave. As soon as he opened the door, his expression changed, because a group of reporters carrying long guns and short cannons were running towards the ward.
"Look! It's Director Li!"
Reporters also saw Li Junxia.
"Director Li, someone said they saw Sir Xu being shot and hospitalized. Is this true? Is the situation serious?"
"Excuse me, how did Sir Xu get injured? Is it related to the explosion and kidnapping that happened last night?"
"Director Li, let us see Sir Xu..."
Li Junxia was blocked at the door by reporters, who threw questions at him one after another.
"You reporters are really well-informed." Li Junxia raised his hand helplessly, signaling for them to quiet down, and then said: "First question, Sir Xu is indeed injured, but don't worry, everyone, he was shot in the arm.
It’s not life-threatening.”
"Second question, Sir Xu's shooting was related to the kidnapping case last night. He led a team to kill five of the most vicious gangsters and captured the two main culprits alive."
Liu Yang was shot in the leg and killed by a stray bullet. In the end, only Zhang Wancheng and Ji Ziming survived.
"Director Li, how is Congressman Henry who is a hostage doing now?" a reporter asked.
Li Junxia's expression remained unchanged, and he replied in a calm tone: "For the specific situation of this case, you should wait for the press conference later. Okay, you can go in now to interview Sir Xu, but he is injured and needs to rest. He cannot
It took too long.”
After saying that, he took a step back and let in the wolf-like reporters, who instantly filled the ward.
After coming in, the reporter didn't rush to ask questions, but instead took photos of Shuaibi who looked weak on the hospital bed.
I asked the question after I took a photo for tomorrow's front page.
"Sir Xu, can you tell us the specific situation?"
"Sir Xu, do you have anything to say?"
Xu Jiajun's face was weak, his lips were pale, and he said in a low voice: "There is nothing to say. Thank you for your concern. As a police officer, injuries are common. Compared to me, I hope you will pay more attention to the ordinary police officers who are working silently on the front line."
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"Sir Xu, someone has calculated that your personal assets have exceeded tens of millions. Why do you still risk your life as a errand?" This question was asked by a reporter from the Oriental Morning Post. The reporter was able to get the news that Xu Jiajun asked him on the way here.
The newspaper released it.
Xu Jiajun grinned and chuckled, his tone soft but more sincere and firm: "I make money to satisfy my personal life. I am also a human being, and I also like to have fun and enjoy myself. But apart from this, I always have to do something to live for others."
Something that is good for society.”
"Don't say I have millions of dollars, even if I have the opportunity to make billions in the future, as long as the police force needs me and the people of Xiangjiang still need me, then I will always stick to my post and protect the lights of thousands of families behind me."
Talking about money is too vulgar. I will be the Commissioner of Police or even the Secretary of Security in the future!
We can also look forward to the position of Governor of Hong Kong.
"Bah bang bang!" The reporter from Oriental Morning News took the lead in applauding, and the tears came just in time: "That's so good, Sir Xu, we have you in Xiangjiang, we can rest assured."
Other reporters also applauded. It seemed too hypocritical for others to say such things, but when it came out of Xu Jiajun's mouth, it was very convincing, because he was really rich, but he was still willing to take risks and fight on the front line.
What is this kind of person if not for ideals?
Looking at the Oriental Morning News female reporter who was crying so hard, Xu Jiajun decided to give her a salary increase.
"Okay, fellow journalists, just come here. The police will hold a press conference on this case later. Don't disturb Sir Xu while he recovers."
Li Junxia persuaded the reporters to leave at the right time, then nodded to Xu Jiajun and followed him away.
Seeing the ward door closed, Xu Jiajun called Liao Jie: "Steady Zhang Wancheng and the others, don't let them talk nonsense, and let them shut up in prison after they go to court. I believe you can find a way."
The police officers of the Crime Unit will not beep randomly, because from the moment the attack is launched, they are people in the same boat, waiting to share the merits together.
No one would self-destruct like a fool, not to mention that there is no evidence for self-destruction, and he may not get any benefits, but he will definitely be retaliated by Xu Jiajun.
But Zhang Wancheng will not keep secrets. Even if there is no evidence, no one will believe his words, but as long as they fall into the ears of the ghost man, he will arouse the ghost man's suspicion of Xu Jiajun.
Zhang Wancheng and Ji Ziming have to appear in court. If this matter is revealed in court, it will cause a big fuss.
"Alas." Liao Jie sighed and said with some melancholy: "I have always been a good person before."
Xu Jiajun wants to lead himself into trouble.
"Me too." Xu Jiajun said in a deep voice.
Liao Jie complained: "Don't insult the word good person. You can barely be considered a human being."
After saying that, he hung up the phone and walked to the interrogation room.
"That's not bad." Xu Jiajun said to himself, Zhao Yazhi often scolded him for not being human.
Call him a donkey.
At least Liao Jie praised him as a human being.
………………
Liao Jie decided to deal with Ji Ziming first, because according to his observation, Ji Ziming was easier to deal with than Zhang Wancheng.
He pushed open the door of the interrogation room, and the two interrogating police officers inside stood up and said: "Sir Liao, they were also responsible for the bombings on Temple Street and the police station. Their purpose was to confuse the police's sight, delay the police force, and facilitate the kidnapping."
Henry’s plan to take revenge on Sir Xu.”
Their goal was indeed achieved. The two bombings did draw out most of the police force. After all, compared to the citizens, the panic caused by Henry's kidnapping was not as great as those two bombings.
"This group of people is unlucky." Liao Jie shook his head. There was nothing wrong with Zhang Wancheng's thinking. It was just that Xu Jiajun's thinking was too problematic.
After all, not to mention Zhang Wancheng and the others, even he didn't expect that Xu Jiajun would dare to disregard the ghost's life or death.
"You go and wait outside first." He sent the two police officers away and waved his hand to turn off the surveillance.
Ji Ziming, who had been to the palace many times, panicked instantly.
Because generally turning off monitoring means taking action.
"You...what else do you want to do? I've already told you everything. I really said everything."
Ji Ziming stammered that he was just a second-generation black man in the rebellious stage. He didn't have Zhang Wancheng's calmness and rationality, and he couldn't bear violence.
"How did Henry die?" Liao Jie asked.
Ji Ziming was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously blurted out: "Didn't he be beaten to death by you?"
"Snapped!"
Liao Jie slapped him across the face and said coldly: "I'll give you another chance to organize your words."
"We beat him to death." Ji Zi understood clearly.
Liao Jie stepped forward and hooked his neck, and whispered against his face: "That's right, if you don't make things difficult for us, we won't make things difficult for you. You didn't kill the person, it was the gangster who killed Henry."
He is already dead. This matter will not be blamed on you. If you cooperate honestly, I will ask someone to take care of you in prison."
Ji Ziming nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, knowing that this was both a promise and a threat. The other party could ask people to take care of him in prison, and he could also ask people to deal with him in prison.
"Be obedient." Liao Jie patted him on the shoulder, then went out and told the two police officers: "Be careful when taking notes, especially about Henry's death."
"Don't worry, Sir Liao." The two of them understood instantly.
Liao Jie went to Zhang Wancheng's interrogation room again.
"Sir Liao, this guy didn't say anything and insisted on seeing Sir Xu." Two police officers said to Liao Jie.
Liao Jie waved his hand: "You guys go out first."
Then he also signaled to turn off the monitoring.
"I want to see Xu Jiajun, otherwise I might lose control of my mouth and talk nonsense in court." Zhang Wancheng leaned back and said with his legs crossed. He still had a cigarette in his mouth, which he obviously just asked the police for.
Liao Jie frowned slightly. This guy was indeed more difficult to deal with than Ji Ziming. He had already thought of using this matter to negotiate terms. He said, "Sir Xu is in the hospital. You can talk to me about anything. I will tell him.
"
"Are you in charge?" Zhang Wancheng sneered disdainfully and said slowly: "As long as I tell you this matter, no evidence is needed, it is enough for the ghosts to have doubts. Don't think about it again in the future.
Reuse, this is the end of your career."
"Threatening me? Then just try it!" Liao Jie became furious, slapped the case, stood up, turned around and left.
Zhang Wancheng shook his head: "Sir, you are too angry. I will wait for you to come back and continue talking."
He showed no fear. Anyway, the situation was bad enough now, and it couldn't get any worse.
Liao Jie left angrily, but the anger on his face disappeared after he went out. He calmly whispered a few words to the two police officers outside the door. One of the police officers turned around and left, while the other police officer looked solemn.
Liao Jie took out his sidearm, unloaded the bullet, put the gun back into the holster, and then turned around and returned to the interrogation room.
At this time, the surveillance in the interrogation room was turned on.
"You're back so soon, and you're more out of control than I thought?" Zhang Wancheng smiled proudly.
"Bang!" Liao Jie slammed the gun in his hand in front of him and threatened: "Ms. Ganlin! You didn't cooperate honestly when you got here! Believe it or not, I will kill you!"
Zhang Wancheng glanced at the gun in front of him and smiled disdainfully: "Sir, don't scare me. You can't scare me."
As he spoke, he blew a smoke ring at Liao Jie.
"You know, your damn old man was sitting in this position before. He was beaten like a dog by us. He peed his pants and begged us for mercy." Liao Jie leaned into his ear and lowered his voice and said playfully.
Zhang Wancheng's face instantly became gloomy, the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground, his face twitched, he was breathing rapidly and stared at Liao Jie, with veins popping out on his fists.
Liao Jie's lips curled up with a touch of mockery, and he continued to tease his bottom line: "You want to kill me? But now you are a fish and I am a knife, what can you do? Your damn dad was just as arrogant as you before he was beaten, maybe wait a moment
You will also urinate to your father's position, the son inherits the father's fluid, and the family education is well established, which is also a good story."
"Fuck you!" As a filial son who came back to avenge his father, Zhang Wancheng could no longer suppress his anger and trembled all over. His eyes suddenly saw the pistol on the table. He grabbed the gun and stood up, pointed it at Liao Jie and shouted: "Liao Jie
If you don’t believe me, I will kill you now!”
"Bang!"
As if hearing the movement inside, the police officer outside instantly kicked open the door, holding a gun in both hands and shouting:
"Zhang Wancheng, what are you doing! Put down the gun!"
Zhang Wancheng held Liao Jie hostage with a gun like a conditioned reflex: "Put down the gun! Or I'll kill him!"
At this time, he always felt that something was wrong.
"Bang!" The police officer pulled the trigger directly.
Zhang Wancheng was shot in the chest and fell to the ground. He was still breathing when he fell. He subconsciously pulled the trigger, but it only made a hollow sound. He knew instantly that he had been tricked.
"You're so damn dirty, a cop...is worse than a gangster."
Zhang Wancheng muttered to himself with blood bubbles overflowing from his mouth.
Liao Jie squatted down, took out the gun in his hand, picked up the cigarette on the ground and inserted it into his mouth, saying, "It's only my fault that you insist on seeking death."
Two people were originally supposed to be left alive to appear in court, but this guy couldn't wait to go and reunite with his family.
All surveillance and witnesses were available. Zhang Wancheng grabbed the gun and hijacked the police with the intention of escaping, but was shot dead on the spot.