The best ambiguous master

Seven o'clock in the evening.

On the police car, Zhao Xiaohan held a cigarette in his hand. At noon, he treated a dozen police officers and chiefs to a meal. Zhao Xiaohan also had a taste of Hunan cuisine. He was the only one at noon. Is it a cool word to dry a pot of crayfish?

After one cigarette was smoked, the time was almost up. The dozen or so policemen surrounded the West Lake moonlight layer by layer. Some guarded the front door, some guarded the back door, and some were responsible for preventing accidents and jumping out of windows. I have to say that professionals, Sure enough, it is not comparable to amateurs.

"Jingle Bell!"

The moment the phone rang, Zhao Xiaohan raised his eyebrows, and when he connected the phone, Xiaoqing's voice came from inside: "Brother Hongmao is here!"

"almost there!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Xiaohan turned his head and glanced at the director beside him and said, "You can go up with me, there are not too many people, just the two of us can go up together."

"Okay." The director nodded, and put the gun on his waist.

While talking, the two got out of the police car and walked towards the moonlight direction of the West Lake. The door was still the waiters during the day. When they saw Zhao Xiaohan coming again, they just wanted to talk to Zhao Xiaohan chatted a few words about homework, and saw the policeman standing beside him, and several waiters shut their mouths on the spot.

"The Public Security Bureau handles the case, don't say anything." The director directly showed his ID card, and the two walked towards the third floor. The middle-aged man who was put down by Zhao Xiaohan at noon jumped out and shouted at Zhao Xiaohan: "Fuck, boy, do you still dare to come? I have been looking for you all afternoon!"

"You talk a lot of nonsense." As soon as Zhao Xiaohan saw the other party, he didn't even bother to pay attention to him. The moment the middle-aged man rushed over, the director beside him took out his gun from his pocket and pointed it at him. The head of the middle-aged man said directly: "Stop talking nonsense, which room is Xiaoqing in?"

As soon as he saw the gun and then saw the police uniform, the middle-aged man froze all of a sudden, and stammered, "3, 305!"

"Let's go." Putting down the gun, the chief waved his hand, and the two of them walked in the direction of 305. When they reached the door, the two stopped, turned their heads, and glanced at the chief. Go in through the door, cover yourself, and don't let him escape from the room!"

"No problem." The director nodded in response. Without saying a word, Zhao Xiaohan suddenly took a step back, rushed forward, and kicked the door open with one kick. The moment the door was kicked open, Zhao Xiaohan rushed forward, but the moment he rushed into the room, he saw a black shadow rushing towards him quickly.

I have to say that the reaction speed of the black shadow is really not so fast, it only took a split second, and the black shadow rushed to Zhao Xiaohan, but no matter how fast he was, in Zhao Xiaohan's eyes, he was just It was just a slow-motion replay. The moment the black shadow came to him, Zhao Xiaohan kicked his foot and hit his elbow with his right hand. He heard a slap, and the black shadow fell to the ground.

There was another "bang dang", and the chief behind him kicked open the door and rushed in with a pistol in hand.

In front of the eyes, Zhao Xiaohan stood there calmly. On the ground, there was a red-haired man lying on his stomach. The moment he saw the man, the director pointed his pistol at his head and shouted sharply. :"Put your hands up!"

Hearing the sound, the red-haired man raised his head, and when he saw the black muzzle of a gun, he immediately raised his hands and lay motionless on the ground. Seeing this scene, Zhao Xiaohan squatted down , grabbed the man's red hair, narrowed his eyes and said, "You are the red-haired brother?"

"It's me, what do you want to do?"

"Nothing, it's very simple, hit you!" After the voice fell, Zhao Xiaohan grabbed his hair and slammed it on the ground, and there was a muffled bang, Zhao Xiaohan grabbed his hair and dragged him off the ground Get up, and then, a fist stepped forward and hit him in the face!

"You, who are you guys?" He was beaten up without saying a word, the red-haired brother couldn't react, and at the same time, he became a little angry: "Let me tell you, don't think that you are the police and you can beat people casually." , believe it or not, I will complain to you two?"

"Welcome to complain!" The voice fell, and Zhao Xiaohan put his foot on his lower abdomen again. This kick was very powerful. When he kicked it, the red-haired brother's body flew like flying Going out, he slammed into the glass table next to him hard. With a cracking sound, the glass table was smashed to pieces by the red-haired brother's body!

"Police, what's so great about the police? The police can beat people at will?!" Lying on the ground, Brother Hongmao vomited blood and roared uncontrollably. Seeing Brother Hongmao screaming, Zhao Xiaohan He couldn't help chuckling, shrugged his shoulders and said, "It seems that beating you still didn't hurt enough, what's wrong with beating you? Today I beat you!"

As soon as the voice fell, Zhao Xiaohan stepped forward quickly, and landed another punch on the face of Brother Hongmao. Around, both Xiaoqing and the director couldn't understand what was going on, why did the two of them meet , became so violent, looking at that posture, it was as if there was some life-and-death hatred.

Punch after punch, hit and beat, Brother Hongmao was almost dying, seeing that Brother Hongmao was about to die, the director hurried forward and stopped Zhao Xiaohan: "I can't fight anymore, if I fight again, I will die!" Killed!"

"What's the use of living for this kind of person?" Zhao Xiaohan stood up with a cold face, picked up a piece of paper, wiped the blood on his hands, then turned his head, looked at the director and said: "Let's Your subordinates, come and take him back to the Public Security Bureau, interrogate him carefully, and you will definitely gain something unexpected!"

When talking about this, Zhao Xiaohan suddenly paused, and then he continued to speak softly: "If possible, it is best, for a lifetime, don't let him go out of prison again!"

When the voice fell, Zhao Xiaohan turned around and left without the slightest nostalgia. When he walked downstairs, a siren sounded from below, and the dozen or so policemen rushed upstairs one after another. The surrounding crowd was full of onlookers. Looking at the lively scene around him, Zhao Xiaohan lit a cigarette, smoked lightly, turned his head, looked at the moonlight of the West Lake in front of him, and unconsciously narrowed his eyes.

Just now, the moment he saw Brother Hongmao, there was only one scene in his mind, that is, when Xu Yiyi was in Vietnam, she was naked, covered in bruises, her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were about to cry When he remembered that scene, there was only one thought in his mind, that is, kill, kill, kill!