“Cleaning the scene!”

Sir Mo greeted his subordinates, walked towards Qiu Xiong who was coming towards him, and smiled and said, "Sir Qiu, what a coincidence, are you bringing people here too?"

But he muttered in his heart: "How come this guy suddenly came here?"

Qiu Xiong.

Senior inspector.

In his early years, he was sent to the task force leader of the Saigon Police Station because he was punished.

I heard that this person has a good background and has a very strong background.

Although Qiu Xiong's level is lower than Mo Sir, he has always looked down on Mo Sir.

"Haha, look at what Sir said, it seems that you have to come alone for this credit? Ha?"

Qiu Xiong grinned, seemingly joking tone:

"In recent times, Sir Mo has been so majestic. He has a case after case, and his face is full of flushing in front of the media."

"Now, some media have commented that you are the new representative of the Saigon police."

Qiu Xiong looked at Sir Mo with a slight smile: "It makes me envious."

"I haven't said that I have to come and go for good things."

Sir Mo spread his hands indifferently, and did not answer his words. He said in a half-hearted tone: "This is what you said yourself."

After saying that.

Sir Mo waved his hand: "Okay, go inside and see the situation."

Qiu Xiong nodded and did not continue.

He looked at the direction of United Taxi: "There is something, a small United Taxi company can actually attract such a large-scale firepower."

Sir Mo glanced at him and followed him.

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Ten minutes later.

United Taxi Company.

In the messy office beside it.

Uncle Zhong Wenzejian and the others sat here.

Sir Mo stood opposite them with his men.

Qiu Xiong and his men stood on the other side.

The three parties have the meaning of three-legged tripod.

"Tonight, when Aze and I finished packing our things in the office and were about to go back, they suddenly came... This is how things happened..."

Uncle Jian briefly described the story, took out a cigarette and lit it for himself.

He glanced at Sir Mo and Qiu Xiong opposite him: "We have finished talking about me. Do you have any other questions for Sir?"

"You mean, these explosion marks at the scene were all made by those outside?"

Qiu Xiong first glanced at Uncle Jian, then his eyes fell on Zhong Wenze beside him: "The young man looks pretty good, but when he talks about it, he doesn't blink."

"I've asked the gangsters outside, and they said you did it."

"He said B00M is yours!"

Having said that.

Qiu Xiong's tone became stern and his voice increased a little.

Uncle Jian looks like he is old, so Qiu Xiong's main target is directly chosen by Zhong Wenze.

He decided.

Open the situation from this young Zhong Wenze.

Zhong Wenze looked up at Qiu Xiong.

With thick eyebrows and big eyes, obvious muscles on the arms, they look like a strength player.

Seeing his appearance, he muttered in his heart, "Isn't this the killer hero in the prison? Why did he come to Saigon?"

Zhong Wenze did not change because of Qiu Xiong's stern tone. He spread his hands indifferently: "I don't need to lie to you."

Qiu Xiong said "Oh" and became interested:

"Then tell me, how did you keep it?"

The group of horsemen outside had 15 points, each holding guns, and they were only two of them, so how could they defend?

"I don't know where they got the blow-dry. I threw it in after seeing us. Fortunately, I reacted quickly and used a folder to type this thing out."

Zhong Wenze casually explained: "Then we snatched their guns and started to fight back in self-defense." Then he pointed at the two Remingtons on the ground:

"I just used this gun to guard the door."

Having said that.

Zhong Wenze's words turned around and a smile appeared on his handsome face:

"Fortunately, your police came early, otherwise we might have been a body now, oh, no, two."

"hiss..."

Qiu Xiong took a breath and looked at Zhong Wenze, who was smiling and harmless at this moment.

He suddenly felt a feeling in his heart:

Why is this kid even harder to deal with than the old man next to him?

"From the explosion traces at the scene, the explosions occurred in the middle were definitely more than once or twice! In preliminary investigation, there were at least five explosions."

Qiu Xiong retorted incisively: "By chance or two, you took out the bomb D thrown in, and I still believe it."

"But I won't believe it these three, four, five times!"

Then.

He remembered the scene where he brought people here just now.

Before they arrived, the group of maids left the scene one by one, just like deserters, not like the one who took the initiative to attack.

"Since Sir doesn't believe it, then I can't do anything about it."

Zhong Wenze sighed and curled his lips: "What can I do? You don't believe it anyway, so you shouldn't ask anymore."

Qiu Xiong frowned, pressed his hands on the table, and looked down at him from a high place: "Tell me honestly, what's going on with this blow-dry!"

"I said, I took a photo of the bomb D when I threw it in."

Zhong Wenze raised his head and looked at Qiu Xiong, and his tone became a little heavier: "It's that simple, I don't want to repeat it again."

After saying that.

He frowned and looked at Sir Mo, showing extreme impatience.

The look was saying: What did you do? I asked you to help me settle the matter, not to bring people to find fault.

"Qi Sir, don't be so excited."

Mo Sir felt Zhong Wenze's eyes, reached out to scratch his hair, and said with a smile: "Although we have a bad relationship, since you want to investigate this case so much, let it be given to you.

Don't worry, ask slowly, I won't rob you, you can listen to his explanation slowly, if you can't solve the problem, let me protect everything."

A seemingly light sentence, a pun.

One: Mocking Qiu Xiong.

Second: He indirectly told Zhong Wenze that this person is not in the same group as him. If you are unhappy, just mess with him. I'll give you a bottom line.

"You don't have to worry about this."

Qiu Xiong glanced at Sir Mo coldly: "There is no way, I have always had a bad attitude towards these flops. In my eyes, they are just a group of joy."

He tilted his head to look at Zhong Wenze and Uncle Jian: "We now suspect that you are involved in gangs, illegally possessing arms, and fighting against gangs. You two can come with us."

Said.

The subordinates standing behind him were about to come up and get people.

"Grass!"

Zhong Wenze completely lost his patience, kicked the stool beside him, stood up from his seat in a flash, and looked at him frowned: "Involved in gangs? Illegal possession of arms? Fighting fire? Who are you holding so many hats? Be careful that I will sue you for slander!"

"Based on the various signs on the scene and the confessions of the horsemen outside, I can make this inference."

Qiu Xiong looked at Zhong Wenze with gloomy eyes: "There are as many as five explosion marks outside. What's your explanation is that you took the Blast D out with a folder?"

"It's simply nonsense, you are lying to the gods! I hate you trash!"

Qiu Xiong has always been a jealous of the suspect.
To be continued...