Chapter 2, don't treat yourself as an urban management

"Hey...okay, I know." The man standing in front of the huge French window was 1.81 meters tall, in a straight suit, with one hand in his trouser pocket, and a black mobile phone in the other hand in his ear for a moment. After saying something, he hung up the phone.

Shen Kun, an ordinary name, is just as ordinary as his appearance and can't be found in the crowd. Shen Kun's office is located on the 18th floor of a relatively ordinary office building in Pudong, Shanghai. Everyone is very ** for this 18th floor, but for Shen Kun, he only loves the number 18. As the saying goes, the 18th floor of hell, and Shen Kun's industry is more dangerous than the 18th floor of hell.

Shen Kun's office is 300 square meters. There is a huge desk in the whole office. There is a computer, a telephone, a two-step black mobile phone, paper and pen on the table, a leather rotating boss chair behind the desk, a coffee table, a three-person sofa, and two single sofas in the middle of the office. There is also a water dispenser.

Shen Kun looked at the firefly-like vehicles on the ground through the huge glass window, with no expression on his face, even if he answered a phone call.

"Pang, I lost tonight." Shen Kun said slowly to Wang Bo, who had been silent behind him.

Wang Bo was stunned and immediately understood that he was over 60 years old and wore a black Tang suit. His figure was quite strong, and there was no sign of rickety. He had a short inch, and his hair stood on his forehead, with a neither humble nor arrogant expression on his face. Only when Shen Kun spoke, his eyebrows were slightly raised.

Wang Bo is Shen Kun's confidant. He has been following Shen Kun for more than 20 years. In such a long time, their relationship is as deep as father and son. Shen Kun can't trust anyone, and it is absolutely impossible not to believe Wang Bo. Wang Bo is the one who can die for him.

"Wu Jianhao is not so easy to kill." Wang Bo said in a hoarse voice and was not surprised by his escape.

"He didn't drive his own car, but changed with the company's employees. He drove an ordinary polo." Shen Kun slowly walked to the leather rotating chair behind the desk and sat down. He picked up a pen on the table and played with it. "I remember his daughter was studying in Pudong No. 13 Middle School. Let the dog go."

"Okay, young master, I'll arrange it now!" After saying that, Wang Bo turned around and walked out.

The interrogation room of Pudong Police Station is the size of a room, dark, and all enclosed. There is only an iron gate less than one meter wide. At the iron gate, there is a window 15 centimeters high and 30 centimeters wide. This small window is welded with two iron rods, and the light shining outside is divided by these two iron bars. Three grids shot on the wall, and there was a desk facing the door. There was a closed table lamp on the table, and two wooden chairs behind the table. A chandelier hung in the middle of the room, emitting a dim yellow light. It shook in the middle of the room, illuminating an iron chair under the lamp, and the shadow reflected on the ground and the wall. As the light flickers, it goes from long to short.

Lin Feng sat on the iron chair, his hands were wrapped around, an iron plate locked in front of his chest, and his face made all kinds of funny expressions at the pinhole camera in the corner. Normally, the pinhole camera is very secret, because the interrogation room is specially made. The pinhole camera is embedded in the wall, and there is no vision in the corner of the wall, let alone in a dark situation. For Lin Feng, his eyes are different from ordinary people. After entering, he naturally found the pinhole camera in the corner of the wall. Machine.

Xiaohe and other policemen in the monitoring room looked at Lin Feng, who was teething and clawing on the screen, and couldn't wait to get in and kick him, kick his face into a cake and kick him against the wall.

At the scene of the crime, Xiaohe asked Lin Feng a few questions and then ordered him to be arrested, because with his years of police experience, he told her that he was the perpetrator. He designed to kill the person in the car and let the car explode and burn him clean. Because he didn't want to hurt others, he shouted on the street not to let everyone save people, because He knew that the car would explode.

The group of policemen who ordered him to arrest were all beaten by him one by one. Although they were not disabled, they were still extremely serious and needed to rest for a few days to work normally work. In Xiaohe's view, this guy was specially trained. Otherwise, how could he have such a good ability? When Xiaohe rushed up, Lin Feng leaned to his body. With her wrist, she took Xiaohe's fragrant body in her arms, with a smiling smile on her face, and her eyes only stared at her proud twin peaks.

"Rougan!" Xiaohe scolded, and the slap came towards him with the sound of wind. Lin Feng smiled unabated. He stretched out his other hand and wrapped the latter's hands quickly. If the police next to him hadn't taken out a gun and pointed it at Lin Feng's head, how could Lin Feng have come to this damn place?

You will say a sentence, "Can it be faster than the bullet?" But it was easy for Lin Feng to avoid the bullets fired from the guns in the hands of this group of policemen. Lin Feng gave up for unnecessary trouble.

"What kind of plane!" Lin Feng cursed secretly. It has been more than an hour, and no one cares about it.

With a "squeak", the iron door was pushed open. A man and a woman came in. The man was twenty-seven, combing his head and his face was white. From time to time, his eyes showed obscene eyes to the woman next to him, wearing a straight *, holding a laptop in his hand and sitting on the chair on the right side of Lin Feng. The woman's natural Xiaohe, who ordered to catch him, was still wearing a brown tight T-shirt, camel artificial leather jacket, skinny jeans and boots. Lin Feng, who was sitting in a chair and still making faces at the pinhole camera, took a smash of materials in his hand.

According to records, Lin Feng, male, 25 years old, unmarried, from Pudong, Shanghai, lives in Room 601, Building C, Chenxi Community with his sister Song Shuyi, who grew up with him. He was a soldier in a military region in Yunnan for five years, and later returned home due to improper military style.

According to all the information, there is no black* in front of the boy. Did he catch the wrong person? Does this have nothing to do with him at all? Xiaohe began to doubt herself, but her competitive spirit would not make her apologize.

Singhe sat on the right side of the man, opened the folder in his hand, picked up a pen and looked coldly at Lin Feng in front of him.

"Name..."

............

"Name?"

............

Silence again!

"Ky, be honest with me. This is a police station, not a vegetable market. Our police officer Xiao is asking you." Looking at Lin Feng, who asked Xiaohe twice in a row and didn't speak, Chen Feihuo, who sat next to him. He knew that Xiaohe already had a boyfriend, but anyway, he was also a group. He lowered his head and didn't see him. He would be together every day. Maybe one day he would find that he was fine and broke up with his current boyfriend, so he was in Xiao He performed prominently in front of him.

When Xiaohe heard Chen Fei's words, he glanced at the latter and continued to look at Lin Feng sitting in the middle.

Lin Feng suddenly realized and secretly looked at Xiaohe. "Hey" smiled and said, "Are you talking to me? Oh, oh, I'm sorry, I saw my shadow there. I thought it was a mirror, but it was too far away and I couldn't see it clearly. I'm sorry, I thought you two were chatting, hey~~~~"

Listening to Lin Feng's words, Chen Fei had the impulse to walk over and slap him twice. If Xiaohe hadn't sat next to him, maybe his slap would have fallen earlier and resisted not saying anything.

Xiaohe looked at the corner of the wall and couldn't see anything in the dark. Can he really see it?

"Name?" Xiaohe still looked at Lin Feng calmly and asked coldly.

"Didn't I tell you? Why do you still ask?" On the way back, Xiaohe asked his name, and he also answered truthfully. After coming back, he checked his information and did not find that he was lying.

"We, Officer Xiao, can answer as much as you ask. How can there be so many bullshit? Does the boy need to be beaten?" Chen Fei stood up and said viciously.

"Chen Fei, sit down."

Chen Fei looked at Lin Feng, took a look at Xiaohe again, and sat down again.

"Tut~~~" Lin Feng looked at Chen Fei and then at Xiaohe, with his mouth squeaking and shaking his head.

"Name?" Xiaohe still asked this question relentlessly. If he hadn't caught the wrong person, he wouldn't be so polite to him.

Hearing this question, Chen Fei and Lin Feng were stunned at the same time. Chen Fei's idea was when Officer Xiao became so patient. Lin Feng's idea is that this beautiful police officer is really patient.

Lin Feng leaned against the chair, stretched out his legs randomly, and his eyes were so dim that he didn't know what he was looking at. Suddenly, he said, "Give me a cigarette."

"Kid, I think you just want to die here today." Chen Fei finally couldn't stand it anymore. As soon as the chair retreated, he stood up and walked towards Lin Feng.

"Chen Fei, come back!" Xiaohe looked at Chen Fei, who was walking aggressively, and ordered, but Chen Fei didn't seem to hear it. Lin Feng still sat on the chair, his eyes were confused and he didn't know what to stare at, and he didn't see Chen Fei coming over.

Chen Fei was completely angered by the latter's contempt. He walked to Lin Feng in a few steps and raised his huge fist to greet Lin Feng.

Xiaohe's heart tightened. After all, Lin Feng was wrongly arrested. In case this punch hit his body and his future had to start from scratch by Lin Feng. He couldn't help shouting, "Chen Fei, stop it."

Chen Fei didn't mean to stop at all. He looked at Lin Feng, who despised him, and sneered in his heart. I don't think this punch hit you.

It seems that Chen Fei is used to using this move. This punch came to Lin Feng as fast as lightning. Didn't move?

With a bang, Chen Fei's body flew backwards and hit next to the chair he was sitting on.

"How could this happen?" All the police officers sitting in the monitoring room stood up and looked at Chen Fei, who flew backwards, and Lin Feng, who was sitting there, and blurted out a word.

shock, **naked shock!

What do you see?

I didn't see anything!

How did he do it?

I don't know!

Everyone is confused and completely confused.

"Jump back and watch the slow motion." I don't know who said something. The operator quickly put a video just now on another computer, and everyone surrounded it.

Slow down 1/10 of a second.

Chen Fei went over and flew backwards!

Slow down 1/50 seconds.

Chen Fei went over and flew backwards!

"Wait!" One person hurriedly said, and the operator quickly paused. While Chen Fei flew backwards, Lin Feng's feet moved slightly.

Xiaohe, sitting in the interrogation room, looked at Lin Feng, who was sitting there "moving" without moving, with surprise and incredible eyes. The iron chair Lin Feng sat in was loud. As long as Lin Feng moved a little, the iron chair would make a sound. This was also to be the reason why the interrogator went there. The interrogator took action and the chair made a sound to remind him, so that the interrogator could also react. However, he didn't hear the sound of the chair or see Lin Feng move, so Chen Fei went out, which was too surprising.

Chen Fei was kicked in the chest, because Lin Feng's speed was too fast, like a speeding train suddenly hit him. His bones fell off, his internal organs broke, and he fell into a coma on the spot.

"Lin Feng, be honest with me. This is the police station." Xiaohe finally broke out of the small universe. Originally, he was still guilty for grabbing the wrong person's heart, but now he was completely angered by Lin Feng's behavior

Lin Feng still glanced at the angry Xiaohe and said quietly, "It turned out that this is the police station, and I thought this was the Urban Management Bureau!"