Super Treasure Hunter

Director Zheng and others just walked into this private room. Whether it was the middle-aged people with big bellies or the group of people brought by the red-haired youth, they all laughed.

"Hahahaha, laughed at me..."

The red-haired young man hugged his belly and pointed to Director Zheng and said in a trembled voice: "This old thing is your friend? It's both an old man and a woman. After a fight, will he fall to the ground and ask us for medicine? Cost?"

"The boss, you have to do it lightly. I heard that this kind of bad old man is the most corrupt! It is not a problem to ask for a hundred and eighty thousand!"

Boss Fu disdainfully smiled and said, "I'm afraid he will be ruined, and he will die!"

Director Zheng frowned deeply, especially Officer Sun, who looked at a group of people with his eyes slightly squinted. It seemed that he couldn't help it.

The red-haired young man asked provocatively: "What's the matter? Not convinced?"

The two dozen people behind him formed a circle, encircling Zhou Zhong and Director Zheng.

Chief Zheng raised a hand to stop the police officer Sun who was about to do it, and then asked Xiang Zhou: "What happened?"

Zhou Zhong didn't plan to call them, but now that he came, he had to shrug his shoulders and said, "Isn't it obvious, it's on the way."

Director Zheng frowned tighter.

The red-haired young man disdainfully said: "I'm a black club, what can you do to me? Damn, what kind of abuse, you dare to point fingers at the grandpa?"

He lifted his clothes and revealed the pistol pinned to his waist.

Almost for an instant, the three of Zhao Ya subconsciously moved their hands to their waists.

Of course, the red-haired youth didn't know what their action meant, and just laughed: "What's the matter? Scared? Haha, it's a bit late to be scared now!"

Director Zheng stood still on the spot, his eyes just glanced at the pistol on the waist of the red-haired young man, and then he smiled slightly: "It seems that your background is not small. You can even do this kind of stuff. Tell me, where did your gun come from?"

"It's your shit! Old man, I can tell you that this scam is useless to me! Give me nonsense, believe it or not, I will let you spend the rest of your life in bed!"

The red-haired young man was a little embarrassed, because ordinary people would have been scared to pee when they saw the pistol on his waist.

The old man was not afraid at all, which made him feel a little bit shameless.

Director Zheng shook his head and said: "Don't worry, I won't ruin you today. I just want to ask you about the source of this gun."

"Fuck me off!" The red-haired young man shouted impatiently, and wanted to push Director Zheng away.

What I didn't expect was that when his hand had just been passed, Director Zheng had already grabbed his wrist with his backhand and twisted it slightly.

The red-haired young man almost fell on one knee in a very stiff posture, and his painful tears were about to fall.

A group of punks next to him were anxious: "Damn, let go of our boss!"

Several middle-aged people also shouted grimly: "Old man, don't be shameless!"

Director Zheng didn't change his face, and asked the middle-aged people faintly: "What's the matter, all of you are also black clubs?"

"What's the matter! Let go of your hand! Tell you, we have a very big background! Even if the police come, I dare not do anything to us!"

Director Zheng snorted coldly: "Oh? Really?"

As he spoke, Director Zheng's hands were harder, and the red-haired young man's face was flushed.

"Young man, do you know that you are wrong?" Director Zheng lowered his head and asked the young redhead.

"I see." The red-haired young man nodded repeatedly, enduring the pain.

Director Zheng released his hand, intending to notify the team to come over and arrest people, so blatantly claiming to be a black se will, and holding a gun dangling outside.

If this is not handled properly, he would not deserve to be the director.

But just as the red-haired young man broke free from the restraints, he became angry and screamed. He suddenly took out the pistol around his waist and pointed it at Director Zheng’s head: "Damn, old stuff, do you want to die? !"

Under the full view of all the people, if such a big person is lost, if this is spread out, how can he be confused?

Really thought the gun on his waist was a display?

But the moment he just took out the gun, everyone was stunned, including the red-haired young man himself.

He felt his gun trembling slightly in his hand.

A trace of cold sweat on his forehead was also slowly slipping off.

Because at the moment his muzzle was aimed at Director Zheng, the few Zhao Ya, who he considered to be the old, weak, and disabled, had already pulled out the pistol from his waist in lightning speed, and made a most standard gun. Action, all gunpoints are aimed at yourself.

"Don't move!"

"Put down the gun!"

"Put down the gun!"

Everyone was completely frightened, let alone those middle-aged people, even the little brothers of the red-haired youth, all dared not move.

Even facing the muzzle of the gun, Director Zheng didn't move at all. He stretched out a hand on the trembling hand of the red-haired young man, and then took the gun off.

"This thing is a good copy." Director Zheng just glanced at the pistol briefly and saw the nuances in it.

Zhao Ya's group took advantage of the trend and aimed their guns at other people around.

"Keep down for me! Hold your head with your hands!"

"Face the wall!"

A group of gangsters who had been scared and silly, all followed suit.

Of course, it also includes those wealthy middle-aged businessmen with extraordinary status.

The originally arrogant group of people squatted and lined up in a circle, facing the wall, the scene was very funny.

Director Zheng said with a somewhat ugly expression: "Notify the bureau to come over to get people. These guys don't have a good bird. They must check it out."

Director Zheng pointed to the middle-aged wealthy businessmen again: "There are also these few, and I will check them carefully! Look at the people behind them, who is sheltering, and dare to say, "The police are not afraid when they come." 'Such words! It's just a big joke!"

Boss Fu, among the few people, was really in the mood to cry at the moment, and he didn't think that he actually encountered such a hard stubbornness.

Listening to this old man's words, it seems that the head is not simple.

The red-haired youth finally recovered and asked in a trembling voice: "Who are you...what are you!"

This is what many people want to ask.

Officer Sun gave him an offensive hand. After he squatted well, he sneered and said: "Little bastard, who is not good for me? I have to provoke our Chief Zheng. I can only blame you for bad luck.

"Bureau... Director? Which Director?"

Officer Sun said grimly: "Which director can there be? Of course it is Chief Zheng of Jinling City!"