Return of the Soldier King

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"Why are you so ruthless!" Murong said in surprise when Ye Fei hit the gunman with a punch.

Ye Fei looked at the gunner's dislocated wrist and smiled and said, "Every other one."

Murong called the director and wanted to tell him that the gunman had already caught him.

Because of the shooting, several major leaders of the public security system came down. Zhou Hongtao was meeting in the bureau. Suddenly the phone rang. When he saw Murong ’s phone, he wondered why this little Nizi was so indifferent. Called, hung up the phone directly, and gave the leader a smile: "I'm sorry, I asked you what time to go home."

"Weekly, according to the rules and regulations in the bureau, the phone should be turned off during the meeting." A leader said with a serious heart.

"Yes, yes, what the leaders learned."

Zhou Hongtao scolded Mu Rong hundreds of times in his heart, and turned off his phone in front of the leader.

Murong couldn't make a phone call, but was helpless: "Yes, it's still off here. I called Captain Zhang and asked him to drive the police car and bring the gunman back to the bureau."

"Don't work hard for both of us. Everyone has caught it. At this time, let him get credit, call a taxi." Ye Fei had a bad impression of Zhang Shuaipeng and waved his hand.

Murong nodded and rode a small electric motorcycle to the outside of the park. Soon he called a taxi and put the gunman in the back seat to let Ye Fei watch. She followed the small electric motorcycle herself.

There was a traffic jam on the road. Murong rode a small electric motorcycle a little faster. He first arrived in the bureau. He just stopped the car and happened to hit Zhang Shuaipeng, the captain of the criminal police.

The criminal police have been busy working for a day today, and they have not found any useful clues. It is almost ten o'clock now. They haven't eaten their meals. They have been scolded by Zhou Ju and waited at the door for his meeting to finish.

They saw Murong riding a small electric motorcycle with a smile on her face, which was as beautiful as a fairy. She suddenly had a nameless anger, smoking a cigarette in the corner, discussing:

"Fuck, our gang of old guys are exhausted outside. This little girl is good, riding on a small electric motor, she can't help you with any help!"

"Who said no, but ... who makes the parents beautiful and has a backstage?"

"Bah! Not at all, one vase!"

Zhang Shuaipeng was even more angry. He pressed the cigarette **** against the wall and walked towards Murong with a sneer: "My Miss Murong, where are you and your partner going? How is this? Did you come back? Do n’t you know that the bureau notified the meeting? "

"Captain Zhang, what do you mean? You are a job, and I am a job. What does it mean to go out of the waves?" Mu Rong was thin-skinned, sarcastic in public, and suddenly unhappy.

"You can also call work? Let you send a monitoring copy to the bureau, a dozen minutes, you sent a few hours? We have been working hard for a long time outside, what are you doing?" Zhang Shuipeng looked cold.

"I'm going to grab the gunman." Murong blinked his eyes and told the truth.

"Hahaha."

Murong's words immediately caused a burst of laughter.

The clues now are a few bullet shells. The appraisal department has not yet produced the results. There are also a hundred hours of surveillance video. Just looking at it, you have to watch for four days and four nights, and you may not be able to find the prisoner.

There is no clue. Murong actually said that he went to grab the gunman. Isn't this purely funny?

"It's you? My Miss Murong, if you can catch the prisoner! No, if I can find a little clue of the prisoner, I will always tell you the last name of Zhang Shuipeng!" Zhang Shuipeng's sarcasm.

"That's what you said!" Murong pouted, snickering in his heart.

At this time, the leaders broke up, and Zhou Hongtao came out with a cold face. When he looked at the mess outside, he was in a worse mood and shouted:

"What are you talking about outside? Is there any sense of organizational discipline! What are you? It's the People's Police, not a small vendor on the market!"

"Zhou Ju ... This is the case. Mu Rong left the job without permission. I am criticizing him." Zhang Shuaipeng complained first and hurriedly said.

When Zhou Hongtao heard it, he remembered the phone that Murong had just made. He must have called to ask for leave.

Now is a very special period. It was when he hired people that Murong was so unreliable and troubled himself. Zhou Hongtao had two big heads.

"Murong, you hand in a review." Zhou Hongtao has kept quite restrained. If it is not that Murong's backstage is too hard, with Zhou Hongtao's hot temper, it must be the **** dog ​​who scolded her in public.

"Write a review? I'm going to grab the gunman, why should I write a review." Mu Rong's teeth bit her lip, her eyes were full of tears, and she hated being wronged by others.

If it is usual, Zhou Hongtao will let Murong go, but today will not work, the big leaders of the public security system will all be watching from behind. At the meeting, the leaders have criticized Zhou Hongtao for being incompetent, and the efficiency of solving the case is too low. Such a large shooting case has no decent clues for a day.

If Zhou Hongtao covered up Murong again, his impression in the leadership would be even worse.

"Murong, you dare to talk back! You said you arrested the prisoner, what about the prisoner you caught?" Zhou Hongtao was determined, and wanted to show his unselfishness in front of the leader.

Seeing that everyone was waiting to see his own joke, Murong cried in a hurry and looked towards the door: "What's the matter with Ye Fei, but not yet?"

Just when Murong was in a hurry, suddenly his eyes lit up and a taxi drove in and stopped in front of everyone.

Ye Fei opened the car door, pulled the gunman out, looked up to see so many policemen, and smiled and said, "So many people, are you welcome me?"

Murong quickly walked over and grabbed the gunman in front of Zhou Hongtao: "Director, he is the gunman of today's shooting, I have already caught it!"

The audience is silent!

Everyone looked at Murong with surprised eyes.

There is no clue. Murong actually single-handedly caught the gunman?

This is a joke!

"Sergeant Mu Rong ... you will not be wronged, is he really a gunman?" Zhang Shuipeng sneered.

Snapped!

Ye Fei threw a big bag out of the compartment, and the sniper rifle parts were exposed: "SUV-made sniper rifle, see for yourself! There is also a pistol, a German field saber, and some bullets.

Everyone froze again, and the audience was silent.

"Murong ... Did you really catch the gunman?" Zhou Hongtao's voice was shaking.

He was pleased. The leader of the Public Security Department required him to solve the case within 72 hours. Zhou Hongtao was so sad that he felt ten years old in a few hours.

Unexpectedly, only a few hours later, Mu Rong actually caught the gunman, and he still got all the guns, and the evidence is as strong as a mountain!

Zhou Hongtao immediately had a feeling of raising his eyebrows.

"Quickly close the prisoner to the interrogation room and interrogate immediately!" Zhou Hongtao exulted.

The criminal police were awake like this, and were busy with life.

Zhang Shuaipeng originally wanted to ridicule Murong, but she didn't expect that she really grabbed the gunman and felt her face was slapped hard, red and white, and she wanted to escape.

Mu Rong smiled slightly and walked over, patting Zhang Shuaipeng's shoulder: "Captain Zhang ... oh, no, it's Captain Mu, how's my job done."

"Okay ... it's done very well!" Zhang Shuaipeng blushed like he was going to bleed, and he couldn't wait to find a ground seam to get in.

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