"Who are you?"
Looking at Mao feiang in his combat uniform, Lin Fan gasped heavily: "did the public leader send you here?"
"Mr. Lin, this is Mao feiang, director of the Zhonghang Police Bureau."
By Lin Fan's eyes, Mao feiang's doubts disappear immediately, and his feet merge to salute Lin fan.
"Just come back and do well."
After understanding Mao feiang's identity, Lin Fan returned a salute: "clean up the battlefield, and capture those who are still alive to have a good interrogation. The smoking guy on the ground is the leader here. You should pay special attention to it."
"Mr. Lin, don't worry. We have surrounded the whole Guilan square. No one can escape."
Commanding his men to clean up the battlefield, Mao feiang asked cautiously, "Mr. Lin, do you need to call for an ambulance? These battles..."
"No, I don't have to. I'm just over exerting."
Shaking his head, Lin Fan said, "I'll just sit down and have a rest. Director Mao is busy, don't worry about me."
Also want to say something Mao feiang, see Lin Fan closed his eyes, had to turn around and leave. When leading his men busy, he looked at Lin Fan from time to time.
How good is it to be a consultant to the secret service at such a young age?
From the moment he knew it to the moment he came into the office, he was thinking about the answer to this question. But after being swept by Lin Fan's eyes, Mao feiang understood why.
What kind of ability a person has can be seen through his eyes. He's been in high position for so many years, and he hasn't tried to be scared by a look.
To be exact, it is the look in his eyes that gives him a lot of pressure, just like seeing a teacher when he was a child. Seeing the corpse on the ground again, Mao feiang had an idea in his heart.
Are these people killed by Lin fan?!
"Chief, chief."
All of a sudden, an anxious voice rang out, and a policeman came running quickly: "chief, something happened. There are gangsters taking hostages on the first floor."
"What? Hostage taking? "
Frown, Mao Fei ang rebuked: "I said it, don't act rashly, how is this going on?"
"Director, we are all in accordance with your orders, no one is reckless."
The police officer quickly opened his mouth and explained: "it was the people inside who received the news and directly took the guests on the first floor. Now they are calling on us to talk about the conditions."
"Guilanfang has always been a cancer, gathering some people who are not good or bad."
After understanding what happened, Mao feiang nodded: "call the Bureau quickly and send snipers here."
I've always wanted to close down guilanfang, because this cancer has harmed many families. However, whenever there is any action, there is no useful evidence to investigate.
If you only talk about it once or twice, but every time you do it, it shows the problem. There's an internal ghost in the police station. Every time there's an operation, it informs.
"Secretary, do we need to inform the leaders?"
Lin fan, who was motioning to rest with his eyes closed, asked in a low voice, "what can I do with this situation? Will it be better?"
"The chief is recuperating now. There is no need to disturb this matter."
Shaking his head, Mao feiang said: "besides, if we can't even deal with this matter, then our police station is really disgraced."
When meeting Lin Fan for the first time, he certainly wants to perform well and get more support. Now if you don't handle it properly, the impression score will be greatly reduced.
"Hold on. We'll have to get the snipers in place."