"Nephew, I'm sorry." The middle-aged man in police uniform sitting at the desk put out his cigarette butt, "I can't help you." The man stood up, his bloated body making his movements very slow.
"Wen Dong, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I really can't figure out who this person is!"
"Director Ma, Uncle Ma! Have you forgotten the favor my grandfather showed you back then!" Sitting opposite Director Ma was none other than the boss of the nigger, the boss of the Prince Gang, Yin Wendong.
Yin Wendong was holding a cigarette in his mouth. The curtains were drawn and the room was filled with smoke. "This person must be handed over to me no matter what."
Director Ma snorted coldly, "How much trouble have you caused me over the years? Look at these documents yourself!" Director Ma pulled out two folders from the drawer, slapped them, and put them on the table with force.
Yin Wendong picked up the folder and looked at the files inside. "This is..."
"The documents from the Second Division of the General Staff Intelligence Division of the People's Liberation Army asked me for help." Director Ma took back the two documents from Yin Wendong's hand.
"The National Security Bureau also said that they would take him back for separate investigation!"
Director Ma pointed to the phone on the table. "This is not enough. Before you came, I received a call from the provincial department, asking me to investigate this matter carefully and not to frame a good citizen who acted bravely! It took less than half of his arrest.
Hours later, the instructions from above will be on my desk immediately."
"Damn it, good citizens who grabbed guns in restaurants around the university in the city, intentionally hurt people, and acted bravely!" Director Ma smashed his fist on the table, "These people are my immediate superiors, and they have made it clear that they have
If I let him go, how can I hand him over to you! It's bad luck, Xiao Yin, the person your men have provoked is too powerful."
"I don't believe that this kid has three heads and six arms. He is just a college student. At most, his social relations are tougher. If you don't arrest him, I will arrest him myself. The person who provoked me still wants to be safe. He looks down on me, Yin Wendong!" Yin Wendong pinched!
I put out my cigarette butt, walked out of the director's office, and slammed the door hard.
"You should take care of yourself, military region, provincial department, and National Security Bureau. If you think you can make enemies of these people, hahaha... My uncle can't help you this time, and you will pay the price. My good nephew, don't
Say I didn't warn you, even your grandfather who was the deputy secretary of the municipal party committee can't save you. The tea will cool down after you leave. Why don't you understand this principle?" Director Ma put the file in the drawer and lit it again.
I smoked a cigarette, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.
"How dare you arrest such a person? Let me go immediately."
He took a drag on his cigarette and said to himself, "Fu Ming, an investigator from the Second Division of the General Staff? An undercover agent from the National Security Bureau? Or a relative of a senior official in the provincial department..."
Fu Ming, who had already taken off the handcuffs, stood at the gate of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, moved his wrists, turned his head to the policeman who had just handcuffed him, and said with a smile.
"I said, you will take off the handcuffs for me in a while."
"Classmate Fu, I'm sorry, this is a misunderstanding, and I hope you don't mind." The policeman said with a smile on his face, "Would you like me to call a taxi for you?"
"The call I made to my lawyer just now was actually to ask him to pick me up. It was just a misunderstanding. Your career will not be affected, don't worry." Fu Ming looked at an SUV driving over from a distance.
, waved.
"Boss." Fudong opened the car door and got out. "It's okay."
"It's okay." Fu Ming wiped his glasses and straightened his clothes.
"Goodbye, officer." Fu Ming opened the car door without looking back and got into the car.
Watching the car slowly leave, the policeman let out a sigh. Although the weather was not too hot, the back of his shirt was already soaked with sweat. For such a person, it was almost like taking off his police uniform for fun.
of.
"Yin Wendong, how's the investigation going?" Fu Ming put on his glasses again and looked at the scenery outside the car window.
"There is a mafia gang in Imperial City. It has a large number of people and is widely distributed. It has a certain influence in the urban area. This is his photo." Fudong drove and handed his mobile phone to Fu Ming.
"Why check a gang leader?"
"Someone is opening up China's domestic arms market. I have seen Yin Wendong's men holding a standard M9 pistol. It is very well made and feels good when shooting. It is obviously licensed and can only be obtained from arms dealers."
Fu Ming looked at Yin Wendong's photo and sneered.
"Do you suspect it's someone from within the IADC?" Fudong concentrated on driving, his expression very calm.
"There is no evidence, but it is very likely. Whether they are from the IADC or not, importing arms into peaceful areas has violated the moral bottom line of arms dealers. Such people, whether in accordance with my purpose or the purpose of the IADC, must
Obliterated." Fu Ming returned the phone to Fudong. "Unfortunately, the current IADC is no longer what it was back then..."
"What do you plan to do."
"Go back to pick up the security force members, add another car, find out where Yin Wendong is now, and go find him immediately. I need to know a name from his mouth." Fu Ming pressed his cell phone and was texting Lin Jianping.
"I'm out now. Thank you very much. Please help me thank Zeng Xiaoting and Li Jingxue. I'll make a note of this favor. Let Zhang Lu rest assured. You go back to school first, ask for leave for me, and ask Coco to come to me immediately."
The content of the text message was very concise, and Fu Ming didn't say a word that was superfluous.
A minute later, Coco Heike Indias called back, "K, I really can't tell, these ordinary students you know have a lot of energy." Coco's tone was very relaxed, she knew it from the beginning.
, Fu Ming will be fine at all.
"Let's not talk about it for now. Someone is importing arms to China in an attempt to control the underworld forces in China through arms sales and cause chaos. It is very likely that they are insiders of the IADC. Go back to my villa immediately and stay there and don't move. I will
Rush back."
"Is it related to vampires?" Coco thought for a moment. She didn't want to mention this name because it would remind her of her father, Hussein Heike Indias, who had just died. "IADC has become a mess now."
"When I saw that M9, I already remembered the name. Only vampires can do such dangerous things. IADC now has the ability to compete with the Chinese government through arms sales. This matter must be confirmed immediately
, stop him. And...if he really did it, then we should be able to obtain some information about him. There will be a good explanation for your father's death and the death of Vasily Ivanovich.
."
Fu Ming hung up the phone because he saw, at the door of his villa, Matt Adams, Luther Alex, Song Jiahao and Xu Cheng, and even arms fan Wayne Blade and doctor Jack Davis.
The ten members of the security force have all put on black suits, with their right hands inside their suit jackets, ready to draw their guns at any time.
Fudong slowly stopped the car and smiled helplessly, "These military gangsters, when they heard that you were caught by the police, they actually wanted to rob the prison. Only after you called them did they want to live in peace. Just now I called Luther
I sent a text message asking them to prepare for action, but I didn’t expect it to turn out like this..."
"Don't be so nervous. I'm back now." Fu Ming said with embarrassment on his face. His security force members seemed to be too sensitive.
"Boss, you can't die." Luther's words moved Fu Ming very much. "You died, and this month's salary hasn't been paid yet..."
"Salary? Very good, Luther, your salary for this month is gone." Fu Ming felt dizzy, Luther really dared to make this joke.
"Boss, you're just joking, don't take it so seriously..." Luther followed behind Fu Ming and begged.
The members of the security forces could not stand upright with laughter.
"Okay, look at this photo clearly. This person is going to live." Fu Ming held up his mobile phone. He had already passed Yin Wendong's photo through Fudong's mobile phone.
Fudong threw the car keys to Luther, "Drive, I won't go with this old bone. If it weren't for your Western face that would arouse suspicion, it would have been your job to go to the city bureau just now. Remember to ask
I eat."
Luther took the car keys and muttered in a low voice, "I don't have any salary this month, how about I treat you to a drink of northwest wind!"
Fu Ming smiled and turned around, only to find that there was a group of people in unusually fancy clothes on the streets of the originally empty villa area. The man in the lead was none other than Yin Wendong in the photo on his cell phone!
The summer in the imperial capital is very hot. At four o'clock in the afternoon, it is also working time. The villa area is quiet and there are no people. The sound of chaotic footsteps breaks the silence. More than fifty people carry machetes and steel rods in their hands and attack menacingly.
Fu Ming came quickly.
"It's so quick to find my address from my name. Fortunately, the arms dealers outside don't know my real name!" Fu Ming sighed. Fu Dong was right. These days, as long as you have money, you can still buy information.
Obtained. If the arms dealers or militants who have a grudge against Fu Ming know Fu Ming's real name, then Fu Ming's current grave can already be harvested.
"However, the underworld is the underworld. It will never be white. The technical content is too low. It is not even as good as those warlords in Africa. They still have a pickup truck with a .50 machine gun!" Fu Ming took off his glasses.
Rubbing his head. "No one is here anyway, so delete the surveillance video in the villa area."
"Boss, it's been done a long time ago." Fudong looked at the more than fifty people with a smile, those poor ghosts.
"Uncle Fu understands me best. I'm so lucky to have a strategist like you." Fu Ming waved his hand, "Guys, stop hiding it, bring it out to open the eyes of these bumpkins."
The ten-person security force took out a black travel bag from the trunk of the SUV. After unzipping it, everyone picked something out and was sorting it out.
Ten neat rifles, of various types, including -8, were held in the hands of security force members, and all had silencers screwed on. The security force members' preferences for firearms could be as bizarre as they were, but Fu Ming didn't care.
These weapons, if used smoothly and accurately, are neither good nor bad. He himself also took out the Type 92 pistol that had never been fired from his travel bag.
Fu Ming slowly walked behind the security forces, pointing the muzzle of his pistol at the ground, looking at the more than fifty people opposite him with a smile.
Yin Wendong was very excited when he saw that there were only ten people fighting against the rebels. However, when he saw the rifle, he was dumbfounded and stopped twenty meters away from the security forces. He could neither advance nor retreat. Ten people, holding
There were more than fifty automatic rifles, and there was no way he could defeat the other party. Yin Wendong was dumbfounded. Possessing such an exaggerated firearm in an urban area was definitely not something that ordinary people could do.
"Actually, you should have thought that if I dared to shoot and hurt people and come out of the police station safe and sound, I would dare to bring a gun and go to find trouble for you." Fu Ming still had a smile on his face. He didn't feel nervous at all.
Reason. "The price of gasoline is very expensive recently, but you delivered it to my door yourself, saving me money on gas. It seems you are very knowledgeable."
Yin Wendong opened his mouth, but found that his throat was dry, and he did not dare to take out the pistol behind his waist! The huge pressure made him breathless, and he could not even say a word.
"Don't be scared, Mr. Yin. I still have many things to ask you. As for the other people... I'm sorry. It's not that you followed the wrong boss, or that you were unlucky. It was just your original choice.
, is a mistake. With sound limbs and no disabilities, you can completely support yourself through your own labor. Why... do you want to be a gangster and join the underworld?" Fu Ming turned around and sighed deeply. "
Aim harder, the man in the photo is alive. Fire freely."
After giving the order, the automatic rifles in the hands of the ten people started shooting. Because they were equipped with silencers, the sound was not very loud. It sounded like opening a bottle cap. In order to ensure that the other party did not scream, the security forces
Every bullet fired by the members was nailed into the opponent's head, leaving them no chance to scream. Each person only used five or six bullets to bring down more than fifty people to the ground. Some attempts
The person who escaped had not taken a few steps before he was shot through the head by a bullet from behind.
Fifteen seconds later, only Yin Wendong was still standing there. He looked at the corpses of more than fifty of his men on the ground and couldn't believe what had happened.
"Clean the floor, don't leave anything behind, and wash away the blood stains with disinfectant." Fu Ming turned around, still smiling, looking at Yin Wendong, as if the corpse on the ground had nothing to do with him.
"Mr. Yin, you don't mind talking to me now. I have a lot of things I want to know, and you can tell me the answers." He paused for a moment, pushed up his glasses, turned around and walked into the house.
"I think you will be willing to tell me the answer."