Super Treasure Hunter

This female police officer, Zhao Ya, had a pretty good impression in Zhou Zhong. Although she was rather rigid and did not know how to adapt, she was still a police officer full of justice. Zhou Zhong hoped that there would be more people like this in the world.

So he simply sat down and waited silently, and Zhao Ya was the first to wake up in the early hours of the night.

She first touched the back of her neck blankly and raised her body, then the whole person immediately tightened, as if facing an enemy.

At this moment, the sound of a voice made her relax a lot: "Don't worry, you are not in danger now."

She could hear that it was a midweek voice, and sure enough, there was no one standing around except midweek.

But then, she blushed suddenly and said to Zhou Zhong with some shame: "Sorry... I was the one who misunderstood you at the police station. Now it seems that you are really innocent."

After yawning in the middle of the week, he walked out: "It's okay, next time you remember to investigate it clearly, you can clean up the mess here, I have to go back to sleep."

Zhao Ya just nodded, suddenly remembering something, and hurriedly shouted: "Wait..."

At the entrance of the factory, where there is a figure in the middle of the week, it has long disappeared without a trace.

She smiled bitterly and shook her head. She originally wanted to ask Mid-Zhou, how on earth had such a group of armed bandits cleaned up.

But after thinking about it, it doesn't seem necessary.

...

In the middle of the week when I slipped back to the villa, I just wanted to sneak back into the room quietly. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Han Li with a frosty face sitting at the door.

In the middle of the week, he touched his head and smirked, "I haven't slept yet..."

Han Li just raised her head and glanced at Zhou Zhong, then turned off the lamp, and returned to the room with a cold snort.

In the middle of the week, he shook his head helplessly and walked back to the room. In the middle of the night, a person ran out. It was still suspicious. If Han Li really asked, he didn't know how to explain it.

I can't say that I was caught in a factory, and then took care of a large group of bad guys. By the way, I saved a beautiful policeman, right?

Early the next morning, as expected, Han Li's attitude became more indifferent, and she had to drive the car in midweek, not daring to feel uncomfortable. .

But as soon as I drove to the door of the company, I could see a police car parked at the door from far away.

Seeing the car driving in the middle of the week, a few people came down, waving towards the middle of the week from a distance.

Of course, you can tell at a glance in the middle of the week that among the four people, except for one old man, the other three are all policemen rescued by him last night.

No police uniform, all dressed in casual clothes.

But Zhou Zhong didn't have time to think about it. Just turning his head, he saw Han Li's murderous gaze.

"What's wrong with you again?"

Midweek coughed twice: "Uh...I don't remember either, but this time should be a good thing."

Han Li walked out of the car with a cold face: "It's up to you, anyway, I won't clean up the mess for you this time. I will have a business talk later."

Helplessly got out of the car midweek.

The three of Zhao Ya followed behind the old man and walked over slowly.

In the middle of the week, he said angrily: "What's the matter? Do you know that this is easy to misunderstand! I haven't committed anything!"

Zhao Ya said dumbfounded: "Mid of the week, don't worry, this is the chief of our police station, not here to arrest you."

The chief of the police station smiled and said: "We are indeed abrupt. My name is Zheng Gang. This time, I am here to thank you specially!"

The head of the police station, the police chief, specially came to thank himself, a little flattered in the middle of the week.

Later, Chief Zheng wanted to take the initiative to invite mid-week to have a meal. Thank you very much mid-week. The other three police officers also meant the same.

In the middle of the week, he couldn't get through, so he had to agree.

...

In a relatively high-end hotel, four people kept pouring wine into the middle of the week, especially the Chief Zheng.

"Come on, I will toast you in midweek! This time, all the cases are thanks to you!"

Zhao Ya also picked up the glass and said, "And it saved us. If you were not there, we probably wouldn't be able to sit here now."

The middle-aged police officer Sun leaned against the middle of the week, admiring him: "Brother Zhou, what happened a few days ago is sorry. Your lord has a lot of it. Don’t take it to heart. But after what happened last night, I I really convinced you, that was a factory worker! They all had guns. If you have time, you have to tell me what happened that night!"

Can't deal with it in the middle of the week, so I have to drink one cup after another, smiling bitterly. Is this really grateful to myself, or is it coming to myself?

Four people take turns to do it.

Especially Director Zheng said when he sat down at the table, today all four of them have a day off, so they can open up and drink. .

After another glass of wine, I said I was going to the toilet in the middle of the week.

As soon as he opened the door, he didn't walk long in the corridor, suddenly frowned and stopped in midweek.

In the private room next door, I heard a familiar voice in midweek. When I listened carefully, it seemed to be Han Li's voice!

"Come on, President Han, I toast you a drink!"

"Uh... President Fu, I will be back to the company in a while, so I really can't drink anymore."

"Hey, it won't save face! This is how much I have drunk. We will change the place later and drink again! Don't worry, as long as I am satisfied, this business will be done!"

"This... OK, but after this cup, I'm going back."

Opened the door of the private room in the middle of the week, as expected, besides Han Li, the vice president Qi Hui was also there.

A few middle-aged men with big bellies sitting opposite, smiled and persuaded Han Li to drink.

And that Qi Hui was not idle, and was very diligent in helping those men pour Han Li.

After drinking another glass, Han Li seemed to be choked. After a few coughs, her face turned red and said, "I really can't drink it."

Several middle-aged men frowned and said, "Mr. Han, do you look down on us?"

Qi Hui also persuaded: "Mr. Han, this is a big deal. I missed it. I don't know when there will be this opportunity next time!"

Han Li had to frown and hesitate.

But at this moment, a cold voice sounded at the door.

"Didn't she say that she can't drink anymore?"

Everyone turned their heads and looked around in wonder, and they saw Zhou Zhong who was standing at the door with a pale face.

"Who is this?" one of the middle-aged men asked curiously.

Qi Hui disdainfully smiled and said, "This, but our husband Han, but unfortunately it is the kind of soft rice."

Han Li naturally noticed the middle of the week, and her expression was a little surprised.