Chapter 16 Self-defeating

Pan Hongsheng hid the attack in the early morning and calmly had breakfast with several girls.

"How did you sleep last night?" Pan Hongsheng picked up a piece of fried egg with chopsticks. Obviously, the fried egg put a little too much oil, and the oil came out with a light clip.

Su Ya didn't seem to recover from the strange scene in the morning, and her eyes were a little dull for a while before she realized that Pan Hongsheng was talking to her. She lowered her head and said, "It's not good... Maybe I slept too much during the day, and I always feel that I can't sleep well... I always feel that someone is playing something outside... It's so messy."

Pan Hongsheng's heart tightened when he heard this: Did she find out what was going on outside? At this time, he is particularly nervous about Su Ya. If Su Ya knows that his place where he has just been attacked, he doesn't know what will happen..."

Su Xue suddenly interrupted and said, "What, sister, you really slept too much. Why didn't I hear that!"

Can you hear me? Unless the house is bombarded. Pan Hongsheng glanced at her with the corner of her eyes. Thinking about the scene of Su Xue sleeping in the car yesterday, she couldn't laugh or cry.

No matter what happens to this girl, she has good teeth and a good appetite, and she falls asleep as soon as her head lies down. This kind of psychological quality makes Pan Hongsheng envious.

He had a hard time eating the fried eggs made by Tang Jiajia. Looking back at the oil bottles in the kitchen, the good guy suddenly went down most of the bottles.

"Jiajia, how much oil did you put in the fried eggs... I remember you know how to cook?" After eating the fried egg, Pan Hongsheng felt a moment of ** in his stomach and couldn't help saying what was in his heart.

"Ha ha... I haven't done it for a long time. I'm a little strange and can't hold it." Tang Jiajia smiled and said, "I'm sorry."

"Nothing, it's delicious!" Su Xuebai glanced at Pan Hongsheng: "Don't listen to him! I'll take this one. It's delicious!"

"Yes..." Su Ya also whispered against her heart, "If you don't think it's delicious, then you can get up and cook it yourself!"

Pan Hongsheng chose not to speak. He knew that the more he said at this time, the more passive he would be.

There is still a mess to deal with on his side; the brother who was sent to the hospital didn't know if he was out of danger, so he decided to have a morning class after breakfast and go to the hospital.

"Well... Xiaoxue has discussed with me yesterday. Shall we go this weekend?" Su Ya carefully folded up the plate after dinner, looked at Pan Hongsheng's face and asked, "Do you have time over there?"

"Yes." Pan Hongsheng returned to the road with his scalp; in fact, all the mess on his side was about to explode.

While he was eating the last bite of breakfast, the text message in his hand had been edited and sent out... The last two words were "action."

At this time, the flower demon was outside the wall of a big house, with two bodyguards silently under his feet.

She gently pressed the confirmation button of her mobile phone and waved her expressionless hand.

More than a dozen well-trained gunmen quickly jumped over the high wall, and then there was a sound of gunfire covered by a dull muffler...

The gunshot was over, and suddenly the door of the mansion was knocked open! A middle-aged man covered in blood rushed out in his pajamas!

However, the flower demon has long aimed at him with the muzzle of the black hole: "I warned you a long time ago that you didn't listen to advice."

"Huh! He killed my son, of course I won't let him go!" The middle-aged man's face is full of blood and still fierce: "Are you the person he hired? How much did he give you? I'll double it! I didn't expect these French blue beret mercenaries to be in vain!"

"Money?" The flower demon smiled, and the dull sound of gunfire and broken skulls made this quiet noon extremely noisy.

The elegant and elegant mansion in a unique courtyard has been stained with blood at this time. Not far away, a neighbor on a small upstairs was so scared that he quickly pulled up the curtains and called the police.

Yang Wenming was waiting happily. According to the agreement, he had greeted the personnel of the alarm center, and all the alarm calls were paralyzed at this time.

Thinking that he took Pan Hongsheng's life at such a price, he was so happy that he was a little forgetful, as if he had seen the other party's stiff body and tragic scene.

"Xiao Wang, don't go home today and go to dinner with me!" He was in a good mood and had already made an appointment with several people in charge of the alarm center to have dinner together.

"Huh, how dare you mess with me? I am the order here!" Yang Wenming suddenly had a feeling of raising his eyebrows and exhaling. For a moment, the insults he had suffered before seemed to disappear, and his heart was as comfortable as being soaked in a hot spring.

Just as he was about to leave the office with Xiaoqu, his face suddenly changed: his immediate superior, Director Miao, came!

"Miao Bureau! You haven't left yet..." He quickly said hello with a shy face.

"Go away! Don't you know what your surname is? The other party's pair of light bulbs stared: "Why are you playing those little moves with the alarm center? You're in trouble, you know?"

"Ah? What?" Although Yang Wenming's heart seemed to be stabbed by Xiao Li's knife, he still kept a stiff smile on his face: "What are you talking about? Why don't I understand..."

"Don't you understand? Now people all over the world understand, but you still don't understand?!" Director Miao threw a document on his face angrily: "Look at these complaint letters! How many cases have not been handled this morning? Those petty cases are fine. Even a senior official of a department is killed at home! What are you playing with? Are you involved in this case? I can tell you that your surname is Yang. Although you have helped me deal with a lot of difficult things over the years, you should know what the bottom line is, right? You've played too much. It's a big deal!"

The leader's words made Yang Wenming break out in a cold sweat. He knew that the other party was not joking at all, but he really couldn't figure out: How could it be so coincidental that this unlucky official was killed this morning?

He is 100% sure that Pan Hongsheng is definitely not an official. Is it his family?

Thinking of this, Yang Wenming didn't care about his face. He quickly knelt down to Director Miao: " Director, I'm really wrong. For the sake of my saddle over the years, you must save me!"

He knew in his heart that the grandchildren in the alarm center must not be able to bear the pressure and responsibility, and pushed everything on himself! It is meaningless to play tricks with the leader at this time.

"Well, you don't report in advance and don't wipe your buttocks afterwards. Who can stand this? A task force has been set up above to investigate this matter thoroughly! You will stop all positions inside and outside the party from today, waiting to cooperate with the task force to check!"

Director Miao said and left with a gloomy face and did not give him any opportunity to plead for mercy.

"Made! It's not the time for you to beg me to take the blame!" Yang Wenming was very angry with Director Miao's attitude. He wanted to know that he had helped him deal with many bad things, from money to his private life, and even threatened a clingy lover who forced him to divorce.

And now that something has happened to me, this bureau chief is better than anyone else!

But when he is angry, Yang Wenming has not lost his mind. His brain turned quickly: What is the relationship between Pan Hongsheng and the murdered official? It seems that this is the key! Before he was completely dead, he immediately called several of his trusted police officers to investigate the case that happened this morning.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is busy."

"I'm sorry, the number you dialed was not answered."

"Sorry, the number you dialed has been turned off..."

Yang Wenming put down the phone in his hand and was stunned in the corridor. The little policemen who usually greeted him warmly turned sideways to avoid him today, and even didn't want to make eye contact with him.

"What's wrong?" Yang Wenming couldn't help but feel the fire in these people's hearts: "Do I have shit on my body? Do you want to hide?!"

Suddenly, someone behind him patted him gently on the shoulder: "Stop it, Team Yang. Now you have to learn to keep a low profile. Don't blame your brother for telling you the truth.

He looked back and couldn't help crying: it was the old man in the unit communication room who said this to himself.

After working in the unit for so many years, he was the only one to comfort himself in the end.

Only then did Yang Wenming realize how failed he lived and how confused he was.

When he walked to the gate of the police station with his feet on cotton, he found that greater bad luck was waiting for him - a car with a headquarters license plate parked in front of the door, and several sharp-eyed prosecutors had been waiting for a long time.

"Captain Yang Wenming, right?" An older prosecutor looked at the information in his hand: "Now I suspect that you are suspected of participating in the murder of No. 20 residents of Zhulin Villa District. Due to the special identity of the deceased, the superior leaders attach great importance to it, so we have set up our task force to ask you for help..."

"Forget it, that's what I do. Don't say these polite words. This is to investigate me, right?" The last glimmer of hope in Yang Wenming's heart was dashed: "I can give you a thorough examination of me, but pull out the radish to bring out the mud. It's easy to start and difficult to end!"

"This is not something you have to worry about. I advise you to think about your situation first!" The elderly inspector said indifferently, "I hope you can cooperate actively. We will try our best to relieve the pressure for you within our authority. It's better for us to reach a tacit understanding. It's better for you to save trouble and us."

Yang Wenming didn't know how to answer. When he lowered his head and car, he looked back at the police building, and suddenly there was a feeling of sadness all over his body!