He Chongyang didn't sleep all night again, his eyes were bloodshot and he was eating in the office. He didn't know whether he was eating breakfast or lunch, but he ate deliciously by himself. [`fiction`]
Suddenly the door of the office was knocked open, and Guan Hu ran in: "Ju He, something happened again."
"Patah" He Chongyang dropped the chopsticks on the table, and shouted with a trembling voice, "What happened again?"
Guan Hu said: "I just received a call to the police. Someone carried two coffins to the provincial party committee compound. The armed police on duty are confronting the coffin bearers."
He Chongyang shook his body: "**?"
Guan Hu said: "I don't know, a call from a guard of the Provincial Party Committee, let us go there and solve it."
He Chongyang hurriedly stood up and shouted: "Quick! Organize the police force!" After speaking, he ran out quickly, scolding in his heart, and he didn't know which god he had offended, one thing after another, and whether he would let it go people live.
Almost all the windows of the office building of the Provincial Party Committee were open, with dark heads poking out the windows and looking down, discussing for a while.
At this time, only Luo Shuai was standing outside, and Li Tao and the madman were watching the excitement in the car.
A second lieutenant looked at Luo Shuai and said with a wry smile: "Brother Luo, you are Secretary An's guard, but what do you mean by making such a move?"
Luo Shuai smiled: "Platoon Leader Wang, don't worry about this matter, you can't care about it either."
The platoon leader Wang shook his head: "I am leading the shift today. You said you got two sets of coffins here, isn't it embarrassing for me? Brother Luo, we have known each other for the past few days, and my brother did not feel sorry for you. Count me in." Please, hurry up and get the coffin away, don't make it difficult for me."
Luo Shuai said: "Didn't you call the police? Wait until the police arrive."
Platoon Leader Wang was very helpless. He had already called An Qingnong himself to report the incident, but An Qingnong just said he would be back soon and didn't explain what he was going to do. He could only call the police first. He doesn't have the guts yet.
Shen Longsheng didn't know what happened outside, saw his secretary walking out, and asked, "How is Shen Guangqiang?"
Yang Luo picked up the quartz clock and said, "This is the first gift I gave you. The second gift is outside. You can look at the window and it will definitely surprise you."
When Shen Longsheng walked to the window, he saw the two coffins in the middle of the compound, then turned around slowly, unable to keep calm anymore, the eyes that looked at Yang Luo could burst into flames.
"You killed Shen Guangqiang!"
Yang Luo grinned: "No! He's not dead yet, he's in one of the coffins, but it's coming soon."
Shen Longsheng fixed his eyes on Yang Luo, "What exactly do you want?"
Yang Luo walked to Shen Longsheng's side, looked down through the window and said, "Tell me who gave the 600 million prize money of Jichang Mining Industry, who are those Japanese, and who else participated in it? A list. As long as you make this clear, you, and your only remaining son, can still retire in prison."
The muscles on Shen Longsheng's face twitched, "I can't understand what you said."
Yang Luo looked downstairs and saw that He Chongyang had come, with a smile on his face, he pointed to the window with his finger.
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand what I said, as long as you understand a little bit, your son is in one of the coffins, and the other coffin is prepared for you." After speaking, seeing He Chongyang seemed very angry, he raised his hands and waved them hoarsely. Shout something.
Then I saw more than a dozen policemen rushing in front of Luo Shuai, taking out handcuffs and trying to handcuff Luo Shuai. Immediately afterwards, the two sides clashed. In just ten seconds, the dozen or so policemen were beaten by Luo Shuai so that they couldn't get up on the ground. At this time, He Chongyang pulled out his gun, and dozens of other police officers surrounded Luo Shuai with guns raised. Some even went to carry the coffin, wanting to take it away.
He Chongyang only met Luo Shuai once, and it was the time when he rescued An Qingnong in Daqingshan. And Li Tao, Madman and the others were still hiding in the car to watch the excitement, and they had no intention of getting down at all.
Yang Luo said with a smile: "Deputy Secretary Shen, the police are here and want to confiscate the gift I gave you. This is not acceptable. I have to negotiate with them. I am so impatient to even dare to snatch your old man's gift." If they don't give me face, you old man will spend another 60 million US dollars to make a hidden flower on the blood list and kill all those policemen."
The muscles on Shen Longsheng's face twitched again, and Yang Luo took out the phone to call He Chongyang, and said softly, "Old He, stop fucking shouting, let your people put away the gun and put down the coffin. If you want , in the future buddy will buy you ten or eight?, now he wished to strangle Yang Luo to death, but knowing that he couldn't beat him, he could only shut up.
The two walked out of the office building of the Provincial Party Committee. Yang Luo looked up at the clear sky and said, "Old He, look at how nice the weather is today. The sun is shining brightly and the autumn air is crisp" Looking back at Shen Longsheng's office. Shen Longsheng was still standing in front of the window, as if looking at him.
He Chongyang said angrily: "Stop talking about useless things, and quickly get the coffin away."
Yang Luo didn't pay attention to He Chongyang, but said to himself: "Old He, when I came out today, I looked at the almanac, it says that today is suitable for offering sacrifices, funerals, and burials!"
He Chongyang's heart trembled, feeling that something was going to happen, he stared at Yang Luo without saying a word.
Yang Luo took out a cigarette in his pocket and put one in his mouth, then handed the cigarette to He Chongyang, "Here is one!"
He Chongyang didn't answer, but was still looking at Yang Luo.
Yang Luo gave He Chongyang a strange look: "No smoking?"
He Chongyang stared, but still did not speak.
Yang Luo shook his head slightly: "It's fine if you don't smoke." Then he took out the lighter in his pocket, "It's going to rain, my mother is going to get married, no one can stop it." The moment the flames burst out, there was a sudden gunshot from the roof of a building opposite.
"boom!"
He Chongyang's body trembled, his head buzzed, and he slowly turned around and looked up, only to see that the window glass of Shen Longsheng's office had been covered with blood and a white substance.
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