"Ho...Ho..."

The face and body trembled, his lips slightly opened and his throat was shaking, and hemoptysis sounded in his throat.

On the chest.

The gunshot wound was bleeding out, quickly dyeing his chest red and spreading around.

His eyes widened and he looked at Aaron in disbelief: "Aaron, you..."

"What do you think I'm following you for?"

Aaron sat on the ground without any expression on his face: "They gave me some money and asked me to stare at you."

"Erwuzi!"

"you..."

The Chinese-shaped face didn't come up in one breath, and his body fell to the ground with a thrust, leaving no sound.

"unlucky!"

Zhong Wenze frowned and looked at the dead-stolen face, and raised his muzzle and pointed it directly at Aaron's head.

As you exert force your fingers, you have to pull the trigger.

Aaron is quite tough.

He raised his head and looked at Zhong Wenze with a squinted look: "If you want to kill or cut, you will be fine. I am afraid of death, I am not from Hong Kong Island in China."

"Drafting uncle!"

Zhong Wenze's nose was crooked, but he did not shoot him to death. He raised his feet and kicked Ah Long to the ground:

"By your words, Hong Kong Islander, I will spare your life for the time being!"

Having said that.

Zhong Wenze couldn't help but laugh.

Smiling angry.

Smiling and angry.

It's a lot of calculations.

Ignore Aaron's flop. Looking at the lack of threat, it's quite ruthless to take action.

But if you say he is very disappointing, you can't say it.

after all.

He has a red heart.

The three views are quite correct.

never mind.

Just for the five words "A Chinese Hong Kong Islander", Zhong Wenze decided to spare his life.

"Give people money to do things for others."

Aaron said with great courage like a naughty man: "Don't think you don't kill me, I'll say, ask me, I don't know anything."

"Grass!"

Zhong Wenze raised his feet and kicked him in the head again: "You are so fucking moral!"

Seeing him like this, he was really determined not to speak.

It was at this moment.

Several police cars drove over quickly in the distance.

"Don't move!"

"Don't move!"

The rapid brake sounded.

The police car stopped suddenly and quickly surrounded the scene. The leader was Song Zijie Azu.

Three or two guys came up and held Aaron down, and the rest quickly checked the situation on the scene.

"Brother Ze!"

Azu rushed to Zhong Wenze and looked at the white shirt stained with blood: "Are you okay? Are you injured?"

While speaking, he looked up and down at Zhong Wenze's body, looking for the wound: "Call white car, white car!"

Just now.

After the charge car took Zhong Wenze away, Superintendent Huang signaled them to drive behind and wait for his next command at any time.

Unexpectedly, the traffic light at the intersection was thrown away by the charge car, and he immediately followed him after hearing the gunshots.

"No need, call the car black, I'm fine."

Zhong Wenze waved his hand and signaled that he didn't have to be nervous: "The arm is scratched, and the rest is nothing serious."

"That's good."

Azu finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this and understood what had just happened under Zhong Wenze's simple description.

While listening, Azu came to the rear of the charge car and looked inside to check the situation.

The small charge car was covered with bullet marks at this moment.

The cracked car windows, glass fragments all over the floor, blood dyed red from the ground, iron sheets of the car body, and corpses that were beaten into sieves.

The tragic scene can already imagine the fierce gunfight scene in the car at that time.

"hiss..."

The more Azu looked, the more his scalp became numb, and he shook his head repeatedly: "Brother Ze, how did you escape unstoppably in such a small space?"

Although he couldn't know what was happening in the car at that time, everything in front of him told him:

It's so amazing that you can survive, and your luck.

and.

It must be extremely lucky and strong.

"The brave one wins when we meet on a narrow road!"

Zhong Wenze narrowed his eyes and wrapped himself in a cigarette, and glanced at the situation at the scene: "Ajie, stay and clean up the scene and write a case report as soon as possible."

"And this Aaron, I'll leave first, seeing if I can pry open his mouth, I'll leave, covered in blood, it's so unlucky."

"good."

Song Zijie made an OK gesture and directed his men to clean up the scene.

This case.

Very strange.

After the shooting.

Whether it was the ghost guy or the Superintendent Wu, the center points of the two vortexes were silent in a tacit understanding.

Regarding the case report made by Song Zijie and others on the on-site investigation: the senior inspector of Baxiang took revenge on his national face, and forged evidence of the case in an attempt to kill the intern inspector of Saigon Division Zhong Wenze.

The ghost chose to remain silent.

For such a major case, the superiors chose to ignore it and let the Saigon District handle it themselves.

The atmosphere suddenly became subtle.

Superintendent Wu and Superintendent Guan also chose to stop.

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Two days later.

Saigon Police Station.

"Ajie."

Zhong Wenze shook his right hand wrapped in a bandage, took a sip with a cigarette, "Have that Long let go?"

"No."

Song Zijie shook his head: "This kid has a very hard mouth. According to him, he saw the National-Character face shooting at you. He shot him first and killed the National-Character face, and he also protected you."

"He said he didn't know anything about this shooting, he was just an outsider who was kept in the dark."

"Grass!"

Zhong Wenze was amused by Aaron's confession, and this kid was quite shameless.

"That's it."

Zhong Wenze gave the final order and shook his hand and said casually: "Forget it if he doesn't speak, don't waste time on him."
To be continued...