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Yang Luo was sitting in the office with a cigarette in his mouth, his legs resting on the desk, his eyes fixed on the computer and he muttered: "Damn it! I ran six times, and it was still under the watchful eyes of everyone. If I didn't Who the hell is the ghost of the inner ghost? Besides, if you run away, you have a "hair" relationship with Lao Tzu. You call more than a dozen times a day and ask me to lead the team to search and arrest. I call your sister and play this game in front of me. You are still a little tender." After muttering, he rubbed his chin and grinned, revealing a strange smile. It is really possible for these guys to come to my site to do something. If so, some people will use the excuse to say that I have neglected my duties and get me away?
Fu Shihai's short hair sticks to the top of his head in strands. His fat face, which was originally full of oil, seems to have lost weight and looks haggard, and his eyes are also bloodshot.
Now he is leading the search and arrest team to investigate door to door in Lingshan Town, scolding the eight generations of Yang Luo's ancestors in his heart. The higher-ups ordered you to personally lead a team to search for it, but you fucking threw it to me, but you drank tea and enjoyed it in the office. What made him vomit blood even more was that the people below changed batches after batches, but Yang Luo only gave him the death order. If he neglects his duty and if something goes wrong, he will be held accountable.
Although this made him very uncomfortable, he couldn't help but say that this was a situation he wanted to see. Because he knew very well what would happen in Quyang County in the next few days. And he is not in the county, no matter what happens, it has nothing to do with him.
Quyang, under the secret "manipulation" of some people, an undercurrent is slowly brewing, and a tsunami may erupt at any time.
"Dingling"
The phone in Yang Luo's office rang suddenly, he picked up the phone, "Hello?"
"Ju Yang! Something has happened, come to the Emperor's Palace quickly." Wei Minghong's voice came through the receiver, his tone a little anxious.
? Yang Luo's eyes lit up when he heard the word Emperor's Palace, and he stood up and walked out without asking anything.
Don't mention how depressed Wei Minghong is. He just handed over the search and arrest task to the second team of the criminal police this morning. He didn't expect to receive a call from the 110 alarm center when he was sleeping at home, saying that someone called the police in the Imperial Palace. He was besieged and asked to go to the police immediately.
Originally, such a matter is not a big deal, as long as the person who picks quarrels and troubles is arrested and investigated. But when he arrived at the hall on the first floor of the Imperial Palace, he was dumbfounded. He saw three women and four men surrounded by dozens of security guards from the Imperial Palace. It was obvious that these few people had conflicts with the Imperial Palace, and the boss of the Imperial Palace could not be offended by him. Especially when he saw a drunk middle-aged man in his forties standing in front of the security guard, he didn't even have the guts to go over.
What made him even more incredible was that the middle-aged man kept saying that he wanted to take care of a woman who was surrounded. As he spoke, he reached out to moles the woman, but the four men all protected the woman, and the security guards rushed up when they saw her.
Seeing this, Wei Minghong had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk over, but within a few steps, a young man in his thirties and a dozen security guards stopped them.
The young man looked at Wei Minghong arrogantly, "Captain Wei, you should know that this is not something you can 'intervene' in. I advise you to take him back, and don't lose Wusha at that time, it won't be worth it."
Hearing the young man's words, Wei Minghong rushed to the top of his head with anger, but his rationality told him that this is really beyond his ability to solve, and there is really no other way but to call Yang Luo.
The young man said contemptuously: "It's useless to call anyone."
Wei Minghong gave him a cold look, and then looked to the other side. Seeing that there was going to be a conflict there, the middle-aged man waved his hand, and the clamoring security guards put down the raised baton.
The middle-aged man's footsteps were a little unsteady and he shook his body. It seemed that he had drunk enough.
"I advise you to be obedient and follow me to ask for power and power. There is nothing wrong with asking for money and having money."
Suddenly, a beautiful girl in a very "sexy" short skirt raised her foot and kicked the middle-aged man's lower body. The cold and calm face of the other girl who was a little older, that is, the middle-aged person to take care of, changed her color, and she hurriedly grabbed her, "Don't mess around."
The girl struggled but did not break free, pouted and said angrily: "You let me kill him, or I will die of anger."
"Who would dare to piss you off." A somewhat hoarse voice came over.
Everyone turned their heads to look, and the woman saw the look of excitement in the eyes of the visitor. And the girl shouted excitedly: "Yang Luo, why are you here?"
Wei Minghong didn't expect these people to know Yang Luo, and stood there in a daze.
Yang Luo glanced at the young man standing there, and patted Wei Minghong on the shoulder: "They are resistingThe brain stimulated by alcohol also sobered up.
Now, in terms of position, it is beyond reproach that Yang Luo is his subordinate, but in terms of rank, they are equal.
Yang Luo tidied up his police uniform, then threw the cigarette in his mouth on the ground, and stood there straight with his chest up, his gaze piercing Jiang Xuechun's heart like a sharp sword, which made him feel uneasy.
"Comrade Jiang Xuechun, do I look like a policeman now?" Yang Luo's voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, and everyone present could only shudder when they heard it.
Jiang Xuechun nodded reflexively, and Yang Luosen continued coldly: "Okay, may I ask, you are a state cadre, and as the parent officer of Baoding City, what do you want these security guards to do to surround civilians?"
All the people present were dumbfounded at this moment. Although the ranks are the same, the positions are there. You are the head of the county bureau with the rank of Chief Superintendent, and Jiang Xuechun is also your leader. No one would have thought that Yang Luo would ask Jiang Xuechun in such an impolite tone.
Jiang Xuechun's face is constantly changing now, sometimes blue, then purple, and then red, just like the face-changing in Peking Opera. But he was thinking too much. It was unreasonable for the second-level police supervisor to be the head of the county bureau. Thinking about what happened in Quyang in the past year, I couldn't help but fight a cold war. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com