Chapter 96: Shouldn't be outside the car, should be inside the car

Kevin's face swelled.

It's so humiliating.

It was too humiliating whether having your gun taken away by a yellow man without an official police rank or being ridiculed in person!

He raised his finger and pointed at Jian Ruochen, and said in a deep voice: "After seizing the gun, you fired without permission. I will report your behavior!"

Fortunately I brought a recorder.

As long as Jian Ruochen is provoked, West Kowloon will be in big trouble!

Jian Ruochen laughed softly, "Of course you can report it."

He murmured, "I didn't fire the gun anyway. After all, there are no fingerprints of mine on the gun. What evidence do you have? Are you trying to slander me?"

Before putting the gun back, he wiped it carefully.

Kevin took a deep breath.

He knew clearly that Jian Ruochen was irritating.

But he spoke in a soft voice, using honorifics, full of sarcasm!

Even more angry!

Jian Ruochen said, "Let's take a step back. I definitely didn't fire the gun, and you don't admit that you fired the gun. So this bullet must have been fired after you lost your gun and someone unknown picked it up."

He spread his hands, and amid the increasingly loud sirens of the ambulance, he said slowly, "According to the current law, the punishment for a police inspector who loses his gun is heavier. I think it's better for you to accept it."

Kevin wanted to curse.

Is this simply a matter of missing a gun?

This was a major problem as they lost their service guns, injured their own people, and lost the code book, which directly led to the failure of the upper-level plan!

If the higher-ups can’t punish Jian Ruochen, how can they punish a police inspector like him?

Kevin Chris' mouth felt sore, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he was so anxious that his eyes were dizzy, but he couldn't think of a word to refute.

He had thought it all out before coming here today.

Stop the West Kowloon Crime Squad, verify the forged search warrant, and then use this opportunity to impeach the current top police officer, Le Jinwen, and find a chance to force Le Jinwen and his group of pro-mainland police to step down and replace them with a group of their own people.

By then, the higher-ups will definitely look at him differently.

After that, getting promoted will be a piece of cake!

Now what?

Jian Ruochen fired a shot.

Not only will he lose all the credit, he will even be held accountable!

The road to promotion was broken.

Kevin looked at the ambulance that came at lightning speed and stopped next to the security guard.

I felt like I shouldn't be outside the car, I should be inside it.

He was about to faint from anger.

Kevin rolled his eyes and pushed his arms towards the white Toyota, but before he could touch it, Guan Yingjun, who had rushed over after cleaning up the scene, grabbed him with one hand and pushed him aside.

Guan Yingjun threw the evidence bag containing the code book into the car, turned around and held Kevin's hand again, blocking the car window and door, "Hello, I am Guan Yingjun from the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit."

Kevin Chris forced a smile, his heart in his throat. He secretly reached into his pocket with his other hand and touched the recorder inside.

There is still hope.

Jian Ruochen was cautious and never told the truth.

But Guan Yingjun was different. He also saw Jian Ruochen shoot. As long as he could get Guan Yingjun to tell the truth...

Guan Yingjun glanced at his movements, smiled falsely, shook Kevin's hand up and down, and said, "Thank you, Inspector, for your help."

Jian Ruochen pursed his lips and held his breath.

In the end, he couldn't help it and turned around and laughed silently.

Kevin closed his eyes, his face ashen.

Well, his heart was finally at ease.

Guan Yingjun made a gesture of invitation, "Shall I escort the inspector to the car?"

The movements are polite and pleasing to the eye.

It's just that the expression and actions don't match, and the acting is not good.

He said "get in the car", but his expression looked like "I'll take you on your way".

Jian Ruochen leaned against the car door, watching at ease as the British police inspector got into the black police car parked on the side of the road in a daze.

The car swerved for a while, hit the flower bed, and when it moved backwards it scraped a trash can on the roadside, and finally fled in panic.

A smile welled up in Jian Ruochen's eyes. She turned to look at Guan Yingjun. Just as she was about to speak, she smelled a bloody odor.

He recalled the series of gunshots that had occurred before, and his expression became stern. "You had a gunfight? Are you injured?"

Guan Yingjun: "It's a minor injury. But Lin Jiacheng hurt his leg. The security guard shot him in the calf, but fortunately it didn't hit the bone."

Jian Ruochen breathed a sigh of relief.

It was a blessing in disguise that the bone was not hit.

Lin Jiacheng's specialty is stalking. If he is hit on a bone, it will be difficult for him to recover to his peak physical condition, which will inevitably affect his career.

Now that I have made a contribution, my leg will heal after a month or two of rest, and my life will be much smoother in the future.

As Jian Ruochen thought about this, the smell of blood at the tip of his nose became stronger.

He looked at Guan Yingjun's shoulder suspiciously. The black shirt was wet and stuck to the man's body. There was a tear at the junction of his shoulder and neck, with skin and flesh torn.

It's just a minor injury!

Jian Ruochen glanced at the code book. The things were placed in the car and anyone with ulterior motives could easily snatch them away.

There is always someone by the car.

He had no choice but to point to the ambulance and said, "Go quickly."

Guan Yingjun laughed, raised his hand, touched Jian Ruochen's face, and asked in a low voice: "Are your eyes red already?"

Jian Ruochen tilted her head and rubbed her cheek against the man's calloused palm. She said in a hoarse voice as if to coax him, "No, go quickly."

Guan Yingjun didn't know whether he liked Jian Ruochen's soft heart or his hard mouth.

Maybe both.

Because the person in front of him was Jian Ruochen, he liked everything this person did.

Jian Ruochen felt uncomfortable being stared at, so he looked away. Then he felt a chill on his palm, and when he looked down, he saw that it was Guan Yingjun who had taken off his service pistol and stuffed it into his hand.

Guan Yingjun said, "Take it just in case. Keep an eye on the code book. If it opens, it's mine. I'll go bandage it first."

Jian Ruochen responded softly and watched Guan Yingjun walk away. The man had an upright posture and walked with great speed, and there was no sign of injury at all. It was not until he was in the ambulance and had his upper body undressed that one could see the horrific injury on his shoulder.

Even from such a distance, you can see the red color.

Jian Ruochen lowered his eyes, sat in the back seat, and protected the code book.

Once they get the code book, they won't pursue the matter of a search warrant.

The information in the secret files has also been found.

Now they are afraid that the security has set them up, and the thing they are trying so hard to protect is not the code book.

Jian Ruochen held the gun and kept on keeping a nervous vigil for nearly half an hour. He only relaxed after Guan Yingjun treated his wound and brought back Bi Qianqian and others.

Bi Xianxian had a bandage wrapped around the back of her hand, faintly bleeding, and a smile on her face, "Look how nervous our little God of Wealth is."

"After all, it's something you worked so hard to get back." Jian Ruochen turned off the safety of his gun and returned it to Guan Yingjun.

Bi Xianxian lifted her hair and suddenly felt a little moved. She didn’t know what to say.

Guan Yingjun opened the back door, picked up the password book, turned around and sat in the driver's seat, "Okay, let's take a rest today. Leave someone in the hospital to watch over the security guard. We'll talk about it after he wakes up."

Jian Ruochen's heart tightened, "Did I knock him out?"

"No, his leg was injured as well." Liu Sizheng got into the back seat and fastened his seat belt. "He stumbled after being shot, hit his forehead on the ground, and passed out."

Jian Ruochen: ...

It's just unlucky.

The group drove back to the police station.

After learning about this, Lin Yazhi contacted Li Maoming, the liaison officer of Interpol's China Central Bureau, and informed him to bring people over to take over the code book.

This thing is a hot potato. At best, we can keep a copy of it, but it must not be kept in the headquarters for a long time.

Li Maoming also understood this principle, so he told his men to take it and leave.

Group A's mission has finally come to an end.

Jian Ruochen breathed a sigh of relief, "Sir Guan, Butler Luo will send a driver and bodyguard to pick you up. It's not convenient for you to drive now. Do you want to come with me?"

Bi Xianxian listened and cleaned up her desk much more slowly.

She just wanted to see the iron tree bloom.

It's just to broaden your horizons and see the world, nothing else matters.

Guan Yingjun said: "No, I'm not going back tonight, I'm staying outside."

Bi Xianxian moved her gaze suspiciously, suspecting that she had guessed wrong.

Shouldn't you do everything you can to get closer to your loved one after you fall in love?

Hitchhiking and eating are basic operations.

Judging from this reaction, is Guan Sir not moved?

That shouldn’t be the case. How can I explain the gadgets in the car if I’m not interested?

She moved the A4 document from the first sheet to the last, pulled out a sheet in the middle and pretended to organize it, listening with her ears perked up.

Jian Ruochen smiled and said, "Sir Guan is injured, don't you want your family to know?"

Guan Yingjun said "hmm".

"Then I'll give you a ride on the way." Jian Ruochen made the final decision.

Bi Xianxian remained calm, put the documents away, picked up her bag and went out. She stomped her feet at the stairs, took a breath, and said softly, "It must be! You've almost got full marks for logical reasoning, how can you doubt yourself!"

Zhang Xingzong followed behind, not understanding what was going on. "What is it?"

Bi Qianqian's face turned cold again, pretending to know nothing: "Nothing."

The next day at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Jian Ruochen finished his class and received a call from Li Maoming on his way to the West Kowloon Regional Police Station.

Li Maoming: "Mr. Jian, the code has been cracked. I sent someone to pass the translation to Superintendent Lin. The content with greater political risks is not within your scope of responsibility. Just let us handle it, and you can solve other problems with peace of mind."

Such a reassuring feeling!

It’s good to have someone to back you up!

Jian Ruochen raised his lips, "I know, thank you Officer Li."

"Why thank you? We're one family." Li Maoming was kind and respectful to the 5.9 billion, which would definitely increase in value in the future.

He said seriously, "We should thank you. The content we uncovered this time has a great impact. Without you, we would face more risks."

Jian Ruochen was stunned, "You're welcome."

The two of them were polite for a while before Jian Ruochen hung up the phone.

He was now even more curious about the contents of the secret file and wished he could teleport to the police station to take a look.

·

at the same time.

Kowloon, Lu’s House.

The Lu family’s housekeeper stood respectfully in front of Lu Rong and bowed his head and said, “Mr. Lu, the informant has sent a message that the West Kowloon Regional Police Station took the code comparison book yesterday and should have cracked the information by now.”

Lu Rong laughed, "You're pretty quick."

He leaned back on the sofa, lowered his eyes to look at the documents on the table, and drew a line on one of them with a pen: "Send this one back for redo."

"yes."

"One more thing." Lu Rong hooked his finger, and waited until the housekeeper came closer before saying, "Package the phenmethylolpropane that the subordinates got as diet pills and sell them to Xiangjiang University to disrupt the police's attention. Don't do it too hastily, add a few more procedures, and use the forces left by Lu Qian to do it."

The housekeeper couldn't understand why Lu Rong did this, but he knew that asking at this time was definitely not a good choice.

He bowed his head and said yes.

Lu Rong added, "Doesn't the director of the ICAC want a sports car? I heard that his little daughter will come to our supermarket to shop. On the weekend, we can give him the limited edition sports car in the name of a lottery."

The housekeeper bowed his head and responded, "Let Jiang Hanyu come out instead?"

Lu Rong laughed and said, "Financial crime, you will take over after he is released?"

The butler stopped talking, sweat appeared on his forehead, he lowered his head and stared at his toes.

Lu Rong said: "Lu Qian will be executed the day after tomorrow. I want the video."

As he spoke, he laughed again: "This Jian Ruochen has stopped taking the medicine and is much more interesting than he was half a year ago. It's a pity that he knows how to turn back when choosing a man, unlike his mother."

The housekeeper's sweat finally dripped onto the ground, forming a dot.

He didn't dare to respond and left the study tremblingly.

·

The other side.

West Kowloon.

In the A team of serious crimes, Jian Ruochen looked at the deciphered secret files and murmured, "Cooperate with the organization of college students to give speeches to promote democracy and human rights, kill Hong Kong businessmen who funded the mainland, and after taking over their assets, move the registered place overseas to form a dual registration situation for subsequent profits... Pay special attention to... Jian's Electronic Technology."

The contents of the secret file had nothing to do with the key, nor did it mention the usage of benzodiazepine, but it was indeed targeting him.

But it's not just directed at him.

Instead, it targets all businessmen who have invested in development opportunities.

This means that the British Hong Kong government is preparing to make money from Hong Kong after the handover.

This information reminded him of the death of Jian Ruochen's mother.

After she came to Hong Kong, she vigorously developed convenient facilities to benefit the people of Hong Kong, invested in development opportunities, and listed several companies in Hong Kong.

It fundamentally touches upon the interests of the upper class.

She didn’t get treatment during childbirth, maybe it wasn’t just because she fell in love with the wrong person…

On the surface, the people who caused the tragedy of "Jian Ruochen" were Lu Qian and Jiang Hanyu, but what if we dig deeper?