Chapter 258

"I swear: I volunteer to become the people's police and devote myself to the noble cause of people's public security..."

The Municipal Public Security Bureau held an oath ceremony of becoming a full-time policeman after the expiration of the probation period and the entry of new policemen in 2109. Zhong Tianzheng naturally became a formal people's policeman.

At eight in the evening.

Zhong Tianzheng specially called ah Xiangyan Zhaoxing, Yu Cheng and others to have a dinner together.

This time, group leader Li, who had no time, finally appeared on their table for the first time.

"First say haoang. I can't drink when I'm old. Just drink."

Group leader Li touched the top of his head with sparse hair: "come on, I'll replace wine with tea. Congratulations to ah Zheng."

"Come on, come on."

Everyone cheerfully picked up their glasses.

……

Sibo road.

The person in charge of the outer end of Dongman company came out of a Japanese restaurant full of wine and said goodbye to the people with him. After the people left, he reached out his hand and lit his Chinese cigarette. Then he wandered to the parking lot 300 meters away.

"Shit, I'm looking for a broken shop. I don't even have a parking lot."

The middle-aged loosened his slightly tight trousers and belt, unbuttoned a grid of shirt buttons and walked to himself.

Behind him.

A man wearing a cap and a loose black sunscreen, who covered himself tightly and couldn't see his body clearly, also held a cigarette in his mouth, put his hands in his clothes pocket, and followed the middle-aged behind him not far or near.

Alcohol.

It's a good thing.

Can mediate the atmosphere between people at the wine table.

After drinking a cup of wine, you can draw a lot closer to your feelings and blow a lot of cowhide.

But it has a big side effect, that is, it will lower people's reaction and perception.

The middle-aged did not find that he was followed by a man behind him.

Soon.

Middle age walked to the parking lot.

It's not so much a parking lot as an open space on the roadside.

If it's daytime, you may get a ticket from the traffic police later.

The middle-aged man found his car, dropped his cigarette butt and fumbled for the car key from his trouser pocket.

The duck tongue hat that had been following accelerated the pace, synchronously pinched out the cigarette end in his hand with his fingers, put it into his pocket, and ran towards middle age with his head down.

"Didi."

The lights flashed twice.

The middle-aged man unlocked the car and reached for the door.

"Pa."

A thick and broad palm patted on the back of the middle-aged hand.

"Huh?"

The middle-aged shook his head on alcohol and hesitated for two seconds. Then he reacted, glanced at the arm on his palm and turned his head.

"Friend, are you going to drink and drive?"

The voice of the cap is very thick. It's a man. He's a little low headed. He's middle-aged and can't see his face clearly.

"No, No."

The middle-aged thought for a while and was somewhat unhappy, but he still explained: "I just went to the car to get something, and the car won't drive here."

I've seen similar news.

There are special gangs to keep an eye on people at the door of some restaurants and night stalls. They specially look for people who drive back after drinking wine, and then look for opportunities to touch porcelain and steal money.

Now the drunk driving inspection is very strict.

This routine, one wrong, one accurate, most people will choose private.

however.

The middle-aged thought for a few more seconds before he found something wrong.

No.

If the other party touches the porcelain, shouldn't he touch the porcelain after he opens the door and starts the car?

He hasn't opened the door yet. How can he touch it?

"Oh? That's not drunk driving. "

The man with a duck tongue hat nodded, but did not raise his head: "your name is Wang Yiwei, right?"

"Ah?"

Wang Yiwei was stunned and couldn't guess his routine.

The man with a duck tongue hat said to himself, "you work in a Dongman company, right? You're mainly responsible for external contact, aren't you? "

The appearance of the cap made Wang Yiwei a lot vigilant.

For this reason, no matter how stupid Wang Yiwei guessed that the purpose of the visitor was impure: "no, brother, what are you talking about? Have you drunk too much old wine? "

When talking, the middle-aged took the opportunity to look around, and tried to use force on his palm, but he was caught by a duck tongue hat and couldn't move.

"That's you, that's right!"

The duck tongue Cap said definitely. His palm suddenly squeezed the back of Wang Yiwei's hand like a pair of pliers. The huge squeeze pressure came, and he couldn't resist at all.

"Go in!"

With a low cry, the duck tongue hat opened the door with his right hand and restrained Wang Yiwei with his left hand. He directly pushed him over 150 kg onto the driver's seat, lifted his right foot, put his knee firmly on his back waist and spine, and killed him in an instant.

When the car starts without a key, the instrument panel lights up automatically.

"Lying trough!"

Wang Yiwei struggled violently for a few times, which didn't help at all. Instead, there was a sharp pain in the spine of the back waist.

"Click."

A spring knife stretched out of the man's hand and pressed against his neck.

"Brother, don't be impulsive. Talk about something."

The cold sweat on Wang Yiwei's forehead suddenly burst out. Years of Jianghu experience told him how to deal with it. He spoke quickly and said, "there's money in the buckle. I just put forward 30000 yuan today. It's all loose money. You can use it when you get it. There's no monitoring here. You're very safe."

The man with a duck tongue hat didn't speak, but looked at him silently.

"Sleeping trough, brother, you say something. Give me a letter about what you want. I must cooperate with you."

Seeing that the man with a duck tongue hat was unmoved, middle-aged Wang Yiwei was anxious and was about to cry. Feeling the cold feeling of the blade on his neck, he repeatedly asked: "don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, everything can be talked about."

"Really?"

The man with a duck tongue hat looked out of the car and lowered his hat a little: "I want your life."

"Oh, hey, brother, you can spare me!"

Wang Yiwei almost cried. The muscles on his face were squeezed together and twisted: "we have no grievances and no hatred. You take the money, I won't call the police. Really, I swear, I promise!"

"Oh? You have a lot of money. Yes, I almost forgot. You earn children's money and specialize in spreading restricted comics. "

The man with a duck tongue hat nodded to himself: "do you think I'm here to rob money?"

"No, I..."

Wang Yiwei really cried. His eyes wandered for a few times and thought quickly. Since the other party had made his detailed investigation clear, it must be difficult to spend money and eliminate disasters today: "well, you have to give me a reason to kill me?"

"You must know Xue Xiaodong? I killed him! "

When Wang Yiwei heard the speech, he suddenly "clattered" in his heart.

"You provide a platform for those cartoons full of induced blood * crime * and don't know how many young people have been poisoned. This reason is enough for you to die!"

The man with a duck tongue hat said in a low voice. Without any hesitation, the right hand holding the knife stabbed it directly.