Zhong Wenze stood there with a cigarette in his arms, and the large wrench in his hand kept making "bang bang" sounds in the air.

His moves were extremely fast, and he could accurately hit the tennis ball flying in every time. His movements were chic and smooth. The old long gathered with half of the cigarette in his mouth did not fall due to Zhong Wenze's movements.

"Ao..."

Qiu Xiong screamed.

The five tennis balls that he had thrown out in a series were all roaring and hitting him on the forehead after being hit by Zhong Wenze one after another.

"Bang.."

"Damn..."

"Bang.."

"Grass.."

While exhaling fragrance, Qiu Xiong tried his best to avoid hitting his tennis ball, but it was useless. The tennis ball seemed to have an automatic tracking system to strike accurately.

The office suddenly became quiet.

Only Qiu Xiong's verbs and the sound of tennis hitting are left.

soon.

The office was silent.

Six tennis balls rolled at Qiu Xiong's feet.

A few drops of blood dripped down Qiu Xiong's nostrils on the ground.

Zhong Wenze threw the large wrench in his hand aside, reached out to take down the cigarette bomb, and looked at Qiu Xiong in surprise: "Oh, damn, Qiu Sir, what's wrong with you!"

"I'll go fuck you!"

Qiu Xiong covered his nostrils, looked angry, and roared and was about to reach out to reach out to his gun: "You dare to attack the police on purpose!"

Mo Sir winked, and his own people immediately went up to hold him back and dragged him back.

"What police officer did I attack?"

Zhong Wenze took a step forward and picked up the wrench in his hand again: "Qiu Sir, it's obvious that you don't follow the rules first."

Qiu Xiong looked at Zhong Wenze who picked up the wrench and stepped back unconsciously.

"Okay OK OK, Qiu Sir calms down."

Sir Mo stood between the two of them, blocking them, and said with a smile: "Facts have proved that Zhong Wenze did not lie. This time, you should be convinced."

There was an unstoppable smile on his face, and pretended to take out a pack of tissues and said, "Come on, wipe it quickly."

After saying that, he directly hit Qiu Xiong's nose.

"Ao..."

"My grass!"

Qiu Xiong screamed and quickly stepped back: "Don't touch me, it's broken, it's broken, it's broken."

"puff.."

Sir's man couldn't help laughing.

"What are you doing? Don't laugh!"

Mo Sir pretended to be serious and looked at Qiu Xiong with a smile: "Qiu Sir, please send your people to the clinic to see you quickly. Your nose is broken, this is a big deal."

"snort!"

Qiu Xiong snorted coldly, looked at Mo Sir's posture, and knew that this matter had nothing to do with him tonight. He pointed at Zhong Wenze viciously: "Wait for me! Fall!" He left with his subordinates.

"Qi Sir, you haven't said you're a waste yet!"

Zhong Wenze chased them out, looked at their backs and shouted: "I am willing to accept the loss, don't forget."

Qiu Xiong knew that he was in the wrong and ran faster.

In this wave tonight, I lost my wife and my army, and was defeated.

In the police car.

"damn it!"

Qiu Xiong leaned halfway down on his seat and leaned back: "Check for me, check Zhong Wenze's floppy information. I'm staring at him to death. There is definitely something wrong with this person."

“Yes yes.”

The police officer under his command nodded timidly: "Where are we going now?"

"Go ahead, your mother!"

Qiu Xiong covered his nose with his palm and roared angrily: "Hospital! Hospital!"

In the office.

Mo Sir took over the scene with full authority, and then asked Uncle Zhong Wenzejian and the others to conduct routine questions, and then the team was withdrawn.

Uncle Jian shouted: "Aze, go and see the police officer!"

"good."

Zhong Wenze nodded, followed, took out the cigarette in his pocket, and sent a circle to the police officers under Sir: "Thank you for your hard work, several police officers."

The police looked at Sir Mo and nodded when they saw him, so the few people took it.

"You guys go and help clean up the scene."

Sir Mo waved his hand to his subordinates and followed Zhong Wenze outside: "Aze, you guys are doing a good job. I am very satisfied with what happened tonight."

What he said was naturally the conflict between Zhong Wenze and Qiu Xiong just now.

"This Qiu Xiong, relying on his strong relationship with him, he often doesn't obey my instructions in the police station."

Sir Mo wrapped his cigarette and spit out the smoke happily, setting apart from the two: "You, you are simply his nemesis, it's so wonderful."

"Really?"

Zhong Wenze nodded and looked at Sir Mo: "Don't forget my benefits, I've been a gun for you again."

He couldn't tell just now that Sir Mo had just made a batter in the middle, deliberately intensifying the conflict between the two.

Of course.

There is nothing Mo Sir between Zhong Wenze and Qiu Xiong, but the only thing is that Qiu Xiong is good at causing trouble.

"Don't worry."

Sir Mo nodded: "Then let's do it for now. If you continue with Song Zihao's affairs, if there is anything, we will still be the same."

"It's almost done."

Zhong Wenze said "yes", turned around and left.

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The other side.

Henglian Finance Group's counterfeit banknote base camp.

Underground garage.

Song Zihao and Mark Li carried canvas bags and headed straight to the counterfeit banknote production center. As soon as they arrived at the door, they met Uncle Chen who was walking towards him.

"Little Pony, Ah Hao!"

Uncle Chen held coffee in his hand and looked at the two people holding Boreta at him: "You..."

“Take us in.”

Mark Lee waved his hand: "We want tapes."

Uncle Chen pushed his big-framed glasses: "Don't do this, something will happen."

"Stop talking."

Song Zihao interrupted: "Uncle Chen, please open the door."

"All right."

Seeing this, Uncle Chen didn't say anything more. He stood in front of the probe at the door to verify. The person inside glanced and opened the door.

The door opens.

Mark Li, who was hiding behind Uncle Chen, stood up and pointed his gun at the five horsemen inside with both hands: "Don't move!"

Song Zihao held Remington in his left hand and shouted: "If you don't want to die, just squat down!"

One of the gangsters looked at the two men holding guns and touched their fingers with a faint finger.

"Bang!"

Remington had a tongue of fire at the muzzle and knocked the horseman away.

See this scene.
To be continued...