Ever since the quarrel with He Yuzheng's two groups, Wang Daolin has not returned home. On the one hand, he has to preside over the daily work within the police station, and on the other hand, he has to frantically execute Lao Li's orders. He is busy and exhausted every day.
However, the rewards for this high-intensity work are also very generous. He is considered a core member who joined the old Li before he became successful. In another two or three years, he will definitely have no problem getting promoted to the deputy director level of the General Administration.
Of course, the premise of all this is that Lao Li must remain strong and not fall!
Back in the lounge, Wang Daolin took off his sweaty clothes, prepared to take a cold shower, and then have a good sleep.
He hasn't been home for so many days, and his wife has complained about him a lot. His son also misses him very much. Yesterday, when Wang Daolin was out on business, he passed by a cosmetics store and bought a gift for his wife. He looked at the gift box naked and put it on the bedside table to remind himself to take it when he returns home.
“Boom boom!”
Wang Daolin just walked towards the bathroom when he heard a knock on the door: "Who is it?"
"Director, something's up!"
"Come in and tell me, it's not locked." Wang Daolin replied.
A police chief walked in quickly and immediately reported: "Just now, a staff officer from the garrison headquarters called and said that Zhou Peng was suspected of a garrison arms trafficking case. Their pickets are already investigating. They will report him to us in the next one or two days."
"Local laws have the highest priority. Why is he mentioning a chicken-feathered person?" Wang Daolin raised his eyebrows and replied.
"It's a matter of priority. It's hard to say. After all, the reason they did it is suspected of arms trafficking. If it's true, then we really have to hand them over." The sheriff reminded: "The local government gives way to the troops. This is normal."
Wang Daolin thought for a while, then gave a concise order; "They are doing this just to rescue Zhou Peng and support Zhang Ming. If people are not free, their goal cannot be achieved. If they really do this, you should release him, and then report to the General Administration to ask the Supervisory Department to intervene. As long as Zhou Peng dares to appear in public, I will continue to arrest him. Also, if the other party forces you to release him, then we will sweep away his subordinates on a large scale, and not let go of any of them who have problems. I will see how many arms trafficking cases they can make!"
"Awesome, sure!" the sheriff nodded.
"I'll definitely eat him." Wang Daolin yawned: "Okay, I'll take a shower and go to bed."
…
In the "dog cage" downstairs.
Zhou Peng lay on the concrete floor with aches all over his body, feeling as if his bones were about to fall apart.
This dog cage is only one meter high and half a meter wide. It is difficult to even turn around in it. It is really like a cement coffin, and there is no electric light. People will feel extremely depressed in it.
However, these methods are useless to Zhou Peng. When he was young, he ran on the road and suffered much more than he does now.
To be honest, apart from Dong Pengyu, none of the presidents of the Coders Association's branches are good at what they do. This was the case with Xu Hu in the beginning and it is also the case with Zhou Peng now.
Lying on the ground, Zhou Peng blinked his eyes. After thinking about it, he felt that he had to find a way to get out and couldn't be isolated here.
This kind of release does not mean forcing Wang Daolin to release him, because that is impossible, but it is still possible to find a way to go to the Police Station Hospital.
The police station hospital has many people and eyes, including doctors, patients, suspects, and police officers from various functional departments. He can get in touch with them, so he can find out the news from outside. If he is locked up in the Zhannan District Police Station, he will be completely doomed, because everyone here is Wang Daolin's people, and there is no room for movement.
Thinking of this, Zhou Peng felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.
Shit, is he really injured internally
Zhou Peng stretched his body and ignored the pain in his heart. He just kicked the iron railing with his feet: "No, I'm going to die... My chest hurts!"
"Stop yelling!" The supervising police officer glared at him and yelled, "Are you looking for a beating?"
Just like that, Zhou Peng started to make trouble again.
…
On the side of a street in Longcheng.
Yu Mingyuan was sitting in the car eating stinky tofu. He turned his head to look at the laptop on the passenger seat and pressed the space bar with his little finger.
This computer is connected with a wireless network card, which was purchased in Sinalo from a small telecommunications company. The network is very unstable, but fortunately there is no way to trace it.
I pressed the space bar, and a man's face appeared on the computer screen. He was in his thirties and dressed in casual clothes.
"What's wrong?"
"One hundred and thirty million worth of arms, I'm going to make something." Yu Mingyuan said while eating.
"You can't move this. If you move it, it will be a thunder." The other party said without hesitation: "Why did you think of doing it?"
"It's hard for me to explain it to you in just a few words." Yu Mingyuan paused and replied, "I'll send you the plan later, take a look."
"Are you so persistent?"
"Yes!" Yu Mingyuan nodded.
“…Have you considered the consequences?” the other party asked again.
"I've considered it." Yu Mingyuan wiped the corner of his mouth and said without any change in his expression: "At worst, I'll just split up."
The other party was stunned for a moment: "What separation?"
"Second cut, I will withdraw with the obedient people." Yu Mingyuan replied calmly.
After that, the two of them were silent.
…
Around 1:30 in the early morning, Wang Daolin fell on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
“Boom boom boom!”
There was a rapid knock on the door.
Wang Daolin opened his eyes dazedly and shouted, "Who is it?!"
"Director, Director, open the door, something happened!" A shout came from outside the door.
Wang Daolin rubbed his eyes, stepped out of bed, and opened the door: "What are you doing?"
"Zhou... Zhou Peng is in trouble. He keeps convulsing. He needs to go to the hospital!"
"Where is he performing?!"
"It doesn't look like that this time! He's foaming at the mouth and there's blood!" the sheriff replied urgently.
"Fuck it!"
Wang Daolin pulled on his coat, draped it over his shoulders, and shouted, "Let's go over and take a look!"
The two rushed into the corridor and ran downstairs at a very fast speed. They soon arrived at the door of the dog cage, and at this moment Zhou Peng had already been carried out.
His face was ashen, his eyes were closed, and there was white foam and blood at the corners of his mouth!
All veteran police officers know a little bit about medical treatment, as they have seen too many seriously ill patients, so Wang Daolin immediately shouted, "Quick, get him a car!"
Three minutes later, everyone carried Zhou Peng out of the police station. Just as he was about to get into the car, Zhou Peng twitched three times, his neck tilted, and his crotch instantly became wet...
Wang Daolin turned around and touched his stiff neck, then cursed with an extremely ugly expression: "Fuck, it's over!"