What Should I Do If I Open The Wrong Plug-In?

"What should I do if I open the wrong plug-in ()"

Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station.

In the CID department, Zhou Xingxing rushed to the police station early this morning, not for anything else, just to make the colleagues around him "sigh" severely.

"Zhou Xingxing, didn't you get shot? Why did you get out of the hospital so soon?" Broom Xing immediately satisfied Zhou Xingxing's vanity, and she looked at Zhou Xingxing curiously.

"It's just—" Zhou Xingxing puffed out his chest, especially raising his voice: "It's just been shot twice, it's no big deal."

Sao Ba Xing's curious face immediately turned into an adoring face.

"Yesterday's Mingxin Hospital case is very dangerous! Tell us about the specific situation of the battle. Those criminals are really abominable. They even forced Sir Li to take off his pants in public." Broom Star said angrily.

"Knife, knife!" Zhou Xingxing hinted blatantly.

"What kind of knife? Oh yes, Zhou Xingxing, I read in the news reports that you have a very sharp knife, show it to me quickly." Sao Baxing asked excitedly.

"Ahem——!" Zhou Xingxing asked pretending to be reserved: "It was not mentioned in the newspaper that it was because I, Mr. Zhou Xingxing, remained calm in the face of danger and made a decisive decision at the critical moment. I cut off Johnny Wang's wrist with a single knife and successfully snatched him. Detonator, averted an inhuman massacre?"

"No!" Saobaxing answered honestly.

Zhou Xingxing: "..."

"How is this possible?" Zhou Xingxing hurriedly flipped through today's news on the table.

There were five or six copies of the most authoritative newspapers on Hong Kong Island on the table. The reports in them all mentioned that Zhou Xingxing cut off Johnny Wang's wrist and snatched the pressure detonator. Zhou Xingxing's name was not even mentioned, and they even wore heavy makeup Li sir's coquettish red underwear, but he couldn't find Zhou Xingxing's name in any corner of the report.

"Alas!" Zhou Xingxing sighed a little disheartened.

"Here, your heroic deeds are written in these newspapers." Saobaxing kindly handed the other newspapers to Zhou Xingxing.

Zhou Xingxing's disappointment came and went even faster, and he immediately took the newspaper excitedly and read it.

'At this critical juncture, a knife flashed suddenly, and everything was silent for a moment. When everyone came back to their senses, they only saw a handsome pork guy, ahem, a typo, a handsome man A dashing Mr. Policeman appeared in front of everyone. This person pointed to the moon with his left hand, and what he held in his right hand was, uh, I read that right. It was an ordinary kitchen knife. In the hands of a master like Sir Zhou, that is...'

"This guy is writing a martial arts novel? He is so exaggerated, how could anyone believe it? It's just nonsensical." Zhou Xingxing scolded angrily.

"No! I think the writing is very good! The department refuses to reimburse the cost of these newspapers, and I paid for these newspapers myself!" Broom Xing immediately retorted Zhou Xingxing.

"..." Zhou Xingxing looked at the cover of the newspaper, only to realize that these were entertainment newspapers, usually reporting celebrity gossip, but Zhou Xingxing didn't dare to refute the broom star.

Zhou Xingxing glanced at the reporter's signature with hatred: "A man with dreams"

"Ninety percent of this person is a fool!" Zhou Xingxing concluded.

In the 21st century, a writer in a fat house sneezed for no reason, rubbed his nose and continued to type hard.

"Is it true that soft rice is better than hard rice?" Zhou Xingxing looked at the photos of Cao Dahua on the front pages of the major news, and felt very unbalanced. He is also a rice maker. He works so hard every day, thinking about it He has done meritorious service, but he is still left far behind by Cao Dahua, an idiot. Thinking about it, he is really not reconciled.

"Why, you also want to eat soft food?" Instructor Hu suddenly appeared behind Zhou Xingxing and snorted coldly.

Instructor Hu is well-informed, and has already found out the details of Cao Dahua, the super soft rice king.

Zhou Xingxing turned his head to look at Instructor Hu. This guy didn't know what he was thinking of.

A pair of wretched eyes rolled, and he blurted out excitedly: "I can do it."

"..." Instructor Hu frowned.

"Instructor Hu, Zhou Xingxing wants to eat your soft rice." Broom Xingshen added.

As soon as Zhou Xingxing's face changed, he ran away.

"Snapped--!"

As soon as Zhou Xingxing started, he tripped over a foot and hit his face heavily on the floor. It was Hui Yinghong who kicked. At this moment, she and Chen Yalun were staring at Zhou Xingxing's back angrily.

"It's bitter!" Zhou Xingxing cried out inwardly, thinking of a solution in an instant, the guy immediately relaxed, his body softened, and he pretended to pass out from a fall. Apart from other skills, Zhou sir is very good at acting. The most important thing is that this guy loves to act, and he also likes to tinker with scripts by himself.

In fact, Zhou Xingxing does not need to envy Cao Dahua at all. The higher the news media praises Cao Dahua, the harder he will fall and the bigger the blame will be. This is inevitable. Responsibility, we have reached an offensive and defensive alliance with Huang Bingyao, and we will fire at Ye Dexian with all our strength. Once Ye Dexian can't bear it, Cao Dahua will rush to the street.

West Police Station.

"A Lang, do you really want to resign? Do you want to stop thinking about it?" Peng Xinjian said regretfully, "Why don't you? I'll let you participate for half a month. You can make a decision after you think it over, or You can do civil work, and I can arrange it for you."

Jiang Lang glanced at the case-handling lobby outside Peng Xinjian's office, and finally shook his head: "No! You should help me apply for resignation! Help me settle all my salary and bonus."

Jiang Lang has been an undercover agent on the road for eight years. He has gone from a low-level gangster to the second in command of a criminal gang. Even if Peng Xinjian arranges a desk for Jiang Lang outside, no police officer will believe it. Jiang Lang, a tainted colleague.

Erwuzi, no matter if he is a white or a gangster, he can't tolerate this kind of person, but it's a pity that Jiang Lang is such a talented person. Peng Xinjian is the person in charge of Jiang Lang, but he absolutely believes in Jiang Lang.

"No matter what, I still hope you will think it over carefully." Peng Xinjian handed Jiang Lang a file bag.

"Okay!" Jiang Lang responded perfunctorily, and decisively opened the file bag, which contained Jiang Lang's identity information and a check.

"No way! I have been an undercover agent for eight years, eight years, eight years of worrying about being afraid, and the task is worth 640,000 yuan?" Jiang Lang laughed angrily. The money is not only distributed among the goods, but it took eight years to be an undercover police officer before he got the money.

Jiang Lang originally wanted to take the money to buy a house in Iceland and live the rest of his life comfortably, but with the money now, it is almost as good as going to Iceland to work as a cook.

"640,000 is a lot!" Peng Xinjian patted Jiang Lang's shoulder reassuringly: "It was originally 560,000, but I spent a lot of effort to help you apply for this amount."

Just as Jiang Lang put away the file bag, Yuan Haoyun broke in.

"Peng Xinjian, why did you transfer me to the traffic team!" Before Yuan Haoyun entered the room, the loud shouts came in first.

Peng Xinjian heard Yuan Haoyun calling his name directly, and said with a cold face: "The job transfer is the responsibility of the personnel department..."

"But you signed and agreed!" Peng Xinjian was interrupted by Yuan Haoyun before he finished speaking.

"Yes—!" Peng Xinjian yelled angrily, "I want to transfer you to the transportation team. If you are not satisfied, you can quit. I can help you issue a resignation letter right now."

"..." Yuan Haoyun was stunned. He realized that Peng Xinjian was not joking. Has this guy found someone who can replace him?

Yuan Haoyun looked at Jiang Lang.

"No, I mean it's good to be transferred to the traffic team, come in and ask where can I get the uniforms of the traffic team?"