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"Congratulations, Director General!" All the police officers in the city bureau, except those who stayed on duty, gathered around Director General and congratulated him.

"Lucky, lucky!" Director General's face was slightly red from drinking: "Speaking of which, this promotion is all due to everyone's efforts. I, I toast to everyone! Especially Director Zhou and Director Wang, you have worked hard!"

"It's my duty, it's my duty." Director Zhou and Director Wang both raised their glasses and clinked them with Director General.

"Speaking of which, Daju, you went quite far this time." Director Zhou looked at Daju: "I'm really reluctant to see you go away suddenly."

"What's the big deal?" Daju waved his hand: "No matter how far the journey is, I will go wherever I'm needed. Besides, with airplanes and trains, it's not difficult to come back now. I'll come back to see you when I have time!"

"I don't know what year it will be when I say this." Director Zhou sighed and filled the glasses in his and Daju's hands: "Daju, you'll probably be busy over there, and we don't know when we can meet again. Let's treat today as the last time. Come on, let's drink a few more glasses!"

"Why do I feel like you're cursing me?" Daju smiled, but still raised his glass: "Come on, cheers!"

"Cheers!" Director Zhou clinked his glasses with Daju's, and then drank the wine in the glass.

"Director Wang, don't you have anything to say?" Director Zhou finished drinking and looked at Director Wang.

"Hmm? Oh." Director Wang finally reacted from his daze.

"What's wrong? Why are you so out of shape today?" Director Zhou looked at Director Wang in confusion.

"No, nothing." Director Wang shook his head: "Just thinking about something."

"What? Still thinking about the mastermind?" Director Da raised his hand and patted Director Wang on the shoulder: "Forget it, the real murderer is dead, and you can't find evidence to prove his guilt, so don't make it hard on yourself."

"Yes, Director Da." Director Wang nodded: "Oh, by the way, Director Da, I wish you a bright future."

As he spoke, Director Wang also raised the wine glass in his hand.

"You are holding an empty glass, are you trying to cheat?" Director Zhou looked at Director Wang's glass and said dissatisfiedly.

"Ah, sorry!" Director Wang quickly apologized, and then filled himself and Director Da with wine from the bottle next to him.

"It's okay, it's okay." Daju waved his hand and said earnestly: "It's good to work hard, but you also have to take care of your health. You have to think about it. If you collapse, what will happen to Chixin City and the Municipal Bureau?"

"Don't we still have Director Zhou?" Director Wang said indifferently.

"That's different." Without waiting for Daju to speak, Director Zhou shook his head first: "No matter what, you still have to take care of your health."

"Yeah, I see." Director Wang nodded, then looked at Daju: "Daju, why are you suddenly transferred so far this time? Can't you choose a place closer?"

"It's the request from above." Daju shook his head: "It doesn't matter, it's not a big problem, maybe I'll be transferred back in a few years. Oh, let's not talk about it, I have to say goodbye to a few old seniors, they joined the Municipal Bureau earlier than me."

After that, Daju walked to a table of people next to him.

...

The setting sun is slanting.

The leftovers are messy, and the empty cups are empty.

"Let's go, Daju." Shu Yingdaer looked at Daju who kept looking back: "No party lasts forever."

"Yeah." Daju nodded and didn't look back: "Yes, no party lasts forever, it's time to go."

"Daju! Daju!" Just as Daju was about to get in the car, a voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

"Yeah?" Daju turned around and looked at the person behind him with some surprise: "Xue Mo? Why are you here?"

"I heard from Director Wang that you were promoted, so I came here to make some friends." Xue Mo handed over a small cloth bag with a smirk and said: "Daju, I will rely on you to help me in the future."

"Then you chose the wrong person." Daju smiled and shook his head, and didn't take the cloth bag: "I'm going far away, I can't take care of it here at all, and you are not from the public security system, how can I help you?"

"Ah? Is that so?" Xue Mo seemed a little surprised and scratched his head: "Sorry, Daju, I'm the one who made it up Wrong."

"Here, take this back." Daju took a look and pushed the package back from Xuemo's hand: "If you really want to find someone to help you, go find Director Wang or Director Zhou. Aren't you on good terms?"

"You're wrong." Xuemo shook his head: "You are definitely the one with the best relationship. They are only second best."

"Hahaha." Hearing Xuemo's childish statement, Daju suddenly laughed: "Okay, they are second best, so don't we have to score a point? We can't both be second, right?"

"This..." Xuemo seemed a little embarrassed.

"Okay, okay, I won't talk to you about these useless things." Daju shook his head slightly: "I heard that you have been used by Dong Peng recently?"

"I'm sorry." Xue Mo said embarrassedly: "Did I do more harm than good?"

"Not really." Daju shook his head slowly: "You are also kind-hearted, and I am not blaming you."

"Alas." Xue Mo sighed: "If I had acted more carefully, maybe the result would be better now."

"It's not your fault." Daju shook his head again: "By the way, if you have any problems in the future, go to Director Wang. He has a good impression of you and should be able to help you."

"Thanks for the overall pointers." Xue Mo bowed and thanked him.

"Okay, I'm leaving." Da Zhu glanced at the people who had been waiting for a long time and sighed softly: "Go back, Xue Mo, knowing you is a kind of fate."

"Then... have a good trip." Xue Mo said, suddenly noticing what was in his hand, and quickly handed the package in his hand to Da Ji: "Da Ji, this is for you, this is specially prepared for you."

After saying that, without waiting for the overall situation to reject Xue Mo, he turned around and left in a hurry.

"General, get in the car." Shu Yingdel glanced at General, who was still stunned, and urged again: "They will take you to your destination."

"Oh, okay, okay." Dajia nodded: "Let's go, let's go..."

…

"Last night, a car with the license plate number Chi. Barely putting out the fire."

"It is reported that there are a large number of flammable and explosive items in the car, which is why there is such a long-lasting burning. At present, firefighters have not found a complete body or skeleton, only some skeletal remains, and are comparing the identity of the deceased. Below Please listen to the live report.”

In the news, the host reported a major accident in standard Mandarin.

"What!"

When everyone heard the news, their faces were full of shock.

That car was not another car, it was the car that the general situation was riding in. It was the car that the entire Chixin City Bureau was looking at the general situation.

"The car that General Bureau was traveling in turned out to be..." Wang Bureau's face was filled with sorrow.

"Everything in the world is really unpredictable, and life is unpredictable." Zhou Ju also sighed: "The overall car actually exploded, alas...who could have imagined this?"

It is difficult for anyone to accept that the colleagues who were drinking and chatting together last night, and the leaders who were about to be promoted, are now dead and will never be seen again.

…

"Hello." A man wearing black sunglasses and a group of people appeared on the beach and looked at the person opposite.

The other party was a man in his fifties, with slightly gray hair on his temples, but he was meticulously groomed. Although he was standing in the biting cold wind, he was as steady as a rock and did not sway at all.

"Hmph." Although the man was alone, his momentum did not weaken at all. He even just snorted at the other party's show of goodwill. It was obvious that he did not intend to give the other party face.

"You..." Although the person opposite was a little embarrassed, he still asked politely: "Are you Mr. Big?"

"You don't deserve to call me sir." The man threw his scarf behind him: "It's so cold on the riverside in the north, how long do you want me to stand there?"

"Sorry, sorry." The man said with a smile: "Please get in the car, but we need to check your belongings before getting in the car."

As he said that, several younger brothers around the man stepped forward to check out Mr. Da's things.

"Bang!" A gunshot sounded.

"Ah!" A young man clutched his hand tightly and let out a heart-rending cry.

"Mr. Big, what do you...what do you mean by this?" The man wearing black sunglasses frowned: "Our boss sincerely wants to cooperate with you. Isn't this a bit boring for you?"

"Don't touch my scarf." Mr. Da put the pistol into his waist, then opened his arms calmly: "Search it."

"This..." Mr. Da, a man wearing black sunglasses, was also in a dilemma.

Want justice?

The other party had already said that they could search, so he didn't dare to stir up trouble again.

Just forget it?

Then where is your majesty? How will you raise your head in front of your little brother in the future?

"I'm sorry, everyone." Fortunately, the smoother came at this time: "I'm sorry, everyone, my master cherishes this scarf very much. We can't even touch it. This time it's my problem, I don't have it. Let me tell you clearly in advance, blame me, blame me.”

"That's it." The man wearing glasses nodded. No matter whether it was true or not, the other party had given him a step. The best way was to use this step to go down, otherwise he would lose face and life.

"Yes, yes." The man who hurried over with the bag nodded and bowed his head and explained: "This was given to Mr. Big by his brother. That brother had the blood of more than seventy people on his hands."

"Seventy-two." Mr. Da corrected expressionlessly.

"Yes, yes!" The man carrying the bag nodded repeatedly: "It's my fault that I'm stupid. You said it so many times and I still don't remember it."

"More dead than injured." Mr. Da glanced at the man carrying the bag and added.

"Yes, yes, it's leaked, it's leaked." The man carrying the bag looked at the man wearing sunglasses sheepishly: "Don't mind, our older gentleman is more serious when it comes to his brother."

"Understood, understood." The man wearing sunglasses narrowed his eyes slightly.

Seventy-two people, whether dead or injured, this brother on the other side seems to be a ruthless person.

"But what should I do about my brother's injury?" Although he didn't want to provoke the other party, the man in sunglasses also wanted to find some ground for himself.

"We are responsible for it!" the man carrying the bag said quickly: "We are responsible for the entire treatment and care process, don't worry."

When saying this, he looked at Mr. Da from time to time, as if he was afraid that Mr. Da would be angry.

"Huh!" Mr. Da didn't say anything, he just snorted coldly and walked towards the other party's car.

As the master walked, the scarf on his chest fluttered slowly in the wind. On one corner of the scarf, there were two small but powerful red characters embroidered: Lonely Dream.