Under this upside-down "black pot", everyone expressed their great kindness to Chen Xian without saying thank you, you are so fucking reliable!
"Section Chief Chen, I'm really glad..." Wei Chenggong, the man who can be called the richest man in Ningchuan, couldn't help but hold Chen Xian's hand tightly at this moment, shaking it excitedly, "I can let you help us The Wei family solved the case! Sansheng is really lucky!"
"You're welcome, you should." Chen Xian pulled out his hand calmly, as if he was not used to people shaking hands like this.
At this moment, Xu Yanan also spoke suddenly, looking at Chen Xian with gratitude.
"Thank you." Xu Yanan said.
Chen Xian wanted to taunt her casually, but seeing her downcast appearance, Chen Xian could only sigh: "As long as your Xu family don't bother me again."
Hearing this, Xu Yanan took a deep look at Chen Xian.
"Don't worry, the Xu family won't trouble you again in the future."
"That's fine." Chen Xian rarely showed a relaxed smile. After all, he is a person who doesn't like trouble. Although he is not afraid of the Xu family, from a certain point of view...he doesn't want to confront the Xu family at all, because After all, the Xu family is a colossus in the alien world. Even if they can't hurt him, they will definitely bring him countless troubles.
If you have nothing to do, they will come to Ningchuan every now and then to block you. Even if you can't kill you, you will be disgusting. Who can stand this for a long time
"Boss, what should we do now?" Lu Yisheng got up from the ground, and ran to Chen Xian with a doggy look on his face, "We will fight wherever you point! Everything is under your command!"
"What can I do..." Chen Xian sighed, thought for a while and said, "We're going to go out like this, I probably know the route down the mountain, as long as you can keep up with my walking rhythm, it doesn't have to be too fast or not Too slow."
"clear!"
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When Chen Xian and others slowly descended the mountain with their pot helmets on, the Wei family villa area was completely blocked by the staff of the Ningchuan Branch Bureau, and people from the investigation department could be seen everywhere from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, Fatty Huo was losing his temper with several other section chiefs in the car.
"I'm so convinced! Is there such a wicked place in Ningchuan! This is a joke from God, isn't it!"
The more Fatty Huo smoked, the more he felt angry, and the section chiefs around him also looked helpless. Although they didn't want to listen to Fatty Huo's nagging, they were helpless... Who made him the director? If you don't want to hear it, you have to bear it! After all, this fat man likes playing with his authority the most.
"Song Jueming, didn't your investigation department say that the difficulty of this case is not high, isn't it an ordinary abnormal life committing a crime? Look at this!" Fatty Huo pointed to the black mist covering the top of Lingxi Mountain, with a gloomy expression It was almost dripping, and when he spoke, he was very angry, "This is such a big scene, how are we going to explain it to the public!"
"You can't blame me for the big picture. Besides, the grading of our investigation department can only be used as a reference. Isn't the specific grading standard determined by the detection department?" Song Jueming muttered.
"Hey, I don't agree with this statement..." Zhao Song from the logistics department suddenly drew a long voice, put on a posture of a dead friend who is not dead, and said calmly, "Your investigation department is the one that we detect The vanguard of the case, how can you just fool around with things like grading? Even if the superiors didn't set standards for you, you should be strict... "
"Get out." Song Jueming scolded angrily, "Your logistics department is not a joke, and everyone knows how to push the responsibility to our investigation department. What role did your logistics department play in this case? Did you come here in time to evacuate the onlookers? There are hundreds of fucking witnesses... If I were Bureau Huo, I would be the first to beat you!"
"Don't talk nonsense." Zhao Song glanced at Fatty Huo with some guilt, seeing that Fatty Huo was staring at him with an unfriendly expression, he hurriedly argued, "We didn't know that this case was such a big deal, let's talk about it , Our logistics department has been evacuating the onlookers, and we have also greeted the media, what are you afraid of?"
"What are you afraid of?" Fatty Huo scolded, gnashing his teeth, "Although this case has no chance to be made public in the society, and it is impossible for ordinary people to know about it, but what about those strangers?"
Zhao Song was taken aback for a moment, but didn't react.
"Look at it, it's already on the headlines of the Yiren forum!" Fatty Huo said, throwing the phone into Zhao Song's hand, and motioned him to look at the content on the screen.
Zhao Song picked it up with a guilty conscience and saw that what was displayed on the screen was the domestic alien forum.
On the front page of the forum, a bold and red title immediately caught Zhao Song's attention.
"Ningchuan's richest man is in distress, and the black mist in Lingxi Mountain is rising into the sky, fearing that a great evil will be born. Hundreds of witnesses are suspected of causing panic. Is the Ningchuan branch doing nothing?" ".
"I'm fucking bullshit!" Zhao Song, who doesn't like to swear, couldn't help cursing at the moment, pointing to the red-marked title on the phone and said, "Isn't this fucking trying to blackmail us!"
"It's not like you don't know that the buttocks of Yiren Forum are always crooked." Song Jueming sighed.
"When did the alien paparazzi come?" Tu Sen leaned beside Zhao Song and watched the news on his mobile phone, his brows furrowed with murderous intent, "Are they still in Lingxi Mountain? Somebody go kill them!"
"No, we want democracy. This is the rule set by the director." Song Jueming sighed.
"democracy?"
Fatty Huo spit out a mouthful of phlegm, and then found that the phlegm was spit on the window glass, the picture was so familiar...
"My ass! I think they just need to clean up!"
Just when Fatty Huo had just finished cursing this sentence, someone suddenly knocked on the car window.
"Boss, someone wants to see you."
"Who the hell is that?" Fatty Huo cursed angrily.
"Reporter from the Alien Forum." The subordinate who spoke was a little embarrassed, because he saw his immediate superior was wiping the thick phlegm on the window glass even more embarrassingly, "There are a lot of people with long guns and short guns, it seems that they are here to interview of."
"Boom away, boom away." Tu Sen said impatiently, "As far as the report they published, I am so angry after reading it, don't let me see those grandchildren, or I will have to kill them!"
"Don't!" Song Jueming rolled his eyes, as if he had thought of something, and said hastily, "This is a good opportunity for us to prove ourselves!"
"Self-certification?" Tu Sen frowned.
"Huo Bureau, put on airs later, talk to those grandsons in a bureaucratic way first, and then tell them the result of our handling, and say that it will never cause panic..." Song Jue Ming said with a smile, "If it's really not possible, I'll find someone to get some cash, and I'll stop the mouths of these bastards first."
"Give them shame!" Fatty Huo sneered, took out his pistol from the drawer in front of the car seat, stuck it in his waist, opened the door and jumped out of the car, "I think their bullets are stronger than their bullets!"
Seeing Fatty Huo walking down aggressively, Song Jueming and Zhao Song looked at each other and followed him without hesitation.
This matter really can't be messed up, if Fatty Huo makes things worse in a hurry... God knows how much trouble it will cause the Ningchuan branch!
Now is the troubled time, and the Bureau of Keeping Secrets seems a bit powerless to deal with certain crises. If the grandsons of the Yiren Forum do it again...
"Who is looking for me?"
Fatty Huo stopped when he reached the side of the road, looked left and right, and saw dozens of unfamiliar people standing around, most of them were carrying photographic equipment with long guns and short guns.
"Are you Director Huo?" A man wearing the same gold-rimmed glasses as Fatty Huo stepped forward and greeted Fatty Huo officially, "I am Sun Zhihai from the news group of the Yiren Forum, and this is me. certificate."
"Are you here to see me for something?" Fatty Huo glanced at it, and handed the ID back casually.
"We want to interview you. Regarding this strange case..."
"No comment." Fatty Huo interrupted Sun Zhihai impatiently, waved his hand and said, "We will provide you with a press release after the case is over, and it won't be too late to come back for interviews then."
"Director Huo, we have the right to interview this unusual case." Sun Zhihai said in an unassuming manner, "We have not received a confidentiality notice from the headquarters of your Bureau of Secrets, so this case can be interviewed, I hope you can cooperate with us. "
"What the hell am I..."
Fatty Huo's swear words came to the edge of his mouth, but he was dragged back by Song Jueming who was beside him, and he swallowed them abruptly. Fatty Huo changed the subject, and the swear words behind him also turned into a very friendly and uplifting language .
"I just want to tell you when I see you are skinny. Go back and eat more good supplements. Such a body is not conducive to work. Don't get tired!" Fatty Huo's smile was so enthusiastic that Song Jueming could see it. It was almost pornographic, "Look at you, you are so thin, you look like a grass."
Zhao Song was at a loss when he heard it.
Has Fatty Huo changed his gender? Why do you suddenly start to care about Sun Zhihai's body? Is it possible that this is a courtesy
But it's not right... Why do I feel that there is something in his words
"Old Song, what's wrong with him?" Zhao Song asked with a puzzled face as he secretly grabbed Song Jueming.
"Swearing." Song Jueming answered calmly, suppressing his voice.
Zhao Song was stunned: "Swearing? There are no dirty words in these words!"
"He said he was like grass, isn't that dirty enough?" Song Jueming gave Zhao Song a strange look.
Zhao Song was even more confused: "What do you mean?"
"You're so stupid." Song Jueming couldn't help cursing, then sneaked into Zhao Song's ear and whispered, "Fatty Huo scolded him for having no mother."
Zhao Song: "?"
Song Jueming looked at Zhao Song bitterly, thinking how could he be so stupid.
"A child with a mother is like a treasure, but a child without a mother is like a grass!"