The 911 gun is not in the hands of the mainland police. Whoever finds it should hand it over to the Kowloon Police Station first. Wouldn't that mean that Inspector Liao could still tamper with it?
After exchanging a glance, Liao Sir clasped his hands in a fist and said to the reporters, "Please do your best to find the gun."
Director Zhang also said, "Please make sure everyone finds the firearms to help the Royal Police solve the case."
Nie Jiajun was completely exasperated and felt that these Hong Kong police officers were too ugly. He wanted to argue, but Chen Rou pulled him back and whispered, "Let's go."
Nie Jiajun was pulled out of the conference room through the back door. Not knowing what had happened, he began to speculate: "Niang, if that gun wasn't hidden away by those Hong Kong police officers, then Guo Fuzheng took it..."
Reporters were mainly concentrated at the front entrance, while the back was full of police officers.
Upon seeing them emerge, officers automatically formed a human wall, while others guided them downstairs.
But when someone saw that Nie Jiajun almost fell, they came over to help him up. But when Nie Jiajun saw that it was a Hong Kong police officer, he was about to vent his anger: "Let go, you mediocre, stupid pigs, royal police officers, you should change your name to trash from now on."
The officer felt quite aggrieved and awkwardly let go of her hand.
Nie Jiajun pressed Chen Rou, asking again, "What do you think, Xi Niang? Where did that gun go?"
Go down this staircase to the third floor, and you'll find Chen Ke and his classmates' dormitory.
For a kid like Nie Jiajun who can't keep secrets, if you don't hide things from him, he'll probably blab about it.
But it wouldn't be good to keep it all a secret, so Chen Rou asked as they walked, "You have absolutely no recollection of it back then?"
Nie Jiajun said, "Songzi crashed into me like a block of iron, and I was stunned."
Chen Rou stopped and suddenly said, "By the way, when your sister Ahan told you about the Philippines, did she mention that she once fell off a speeding car and, despite being badly injured, still managed to sneak into the kidnappers' hideout and set it on fire?"
Nie Han had, of course, discussed the Philippines with Jia Yu and Jia Jun.
But they both always thought it was a legend, and that Nie Han was exaggerating a bit.
I always felt that if the two of them had gone, they would have done a better job than Nie Han. In short, I was a bit disdainful.
However, people don't understand what others teach, but they understand it after just one lesson.
Nie Jiajun scratched his head: "Okay, I admit my older sister is pretty good, but that gun..."
Chen Rou didn't talk about the process, only the result, leaving the rest for Nie Jiajun to figure out himself.
She said, "You saw Cheung Tze-keung holding an AK with your own eyes, but the AK that the police got didn't have his fingerprints on it, right? If that 911 had been seized as evidence beforehand, do you think it would still have his fingerprints on it?"
Nie Jiajun subconsciously said, "But it's different. Yue Sir has a bullet hole in his chest, that's evidence."
Chen Rou immediately said, "But if that gun is also there, I think it will most likely have Guo Fuzheng's fingerprints on it."
The two were hurrying down the stairs, with Ah Kuan and Ah Hui following behind.
Because Chen Rou was used to walking fast, Nie Jiajun was panting as he followed. When they reached the third floor, he suddenly stopped, finally understanding everything: "I get it now. These Hong Kong police officers aren't stupid; in fact, they're incredibly clever. They did it on purpose..."
A major case that shocked the entire city, and the actions of the Hong Kong police seem very foolish.
But they weren't stupid at all, because without finding the 911 gun, they shifted all the blame to the gun and portrayed Guo Fuzheng as a victim.
But if that gun were there, they would define Guo Fuzheng as an accomplice.
Since the evidence is in their hands, they can tamper with it and control the course of the case.
Nie Jiajun looked up at the endless, spiraling staircases, then buried his face in his hands and said, "They're really ruthless."
Seeing Chen Rou enter the corridor, he chased after her and asked, "Xiniang, are we just going to suffer in silence like this? We can't, can we?"
In fact, in Hong Kong these days, the wealthy are easy targets.
In the lifetime that Chen Rou experienced, Zhang Ziqiang kidnapped many wealthy people over the years.
Those wealthy people were also shrewd. They knew that the power behind Cheung Tze-keung was not just some high-ranking police officers, but also a kind of malice, a kind of malice that was suppressed in the police force and that most officers were unwilling to return to, as well as the instigation of some white people. It was too complicated and difficult to fight against, so in the end they all chose to pay money and settle things peacefully.
What Chen Rou is now fighting against is not Zhang Ziqiang himself, but that viciousness.
She had just said the same thing to Yue Zhongqi as what Nie Jiajun had said to him: "Jiajun, the more the Hong Kong police do this, the more they are standing against the citizens, and they will be punished."
Nie Jiajun was still young and couldn't understand Xi Niang's cryptic words, so he pressed on, asking, "What kind of retribution will it be? Could it be that the gun will suddenly reappear? Where will it appear? It can't be in the chief sheriff's drawer, can it?"
Chen Rou smiled again: "Maybe it really is."
If the gun used by Cheung Tze-keung in the murders were found in a drawer in a high-ranking sheriff's office, what would that mean?
This means that the evidence can be confirmed that the Hong Kong police committed perjury and are still protecting Cheung Tze-keung.
Once that news is made public, all the wealthy people in Hong Kong will likely rise up and protest against the entire police force.
But is that 911 really in the sheriff's drawer?
If so, should Nie Jiajun hire a private investigator to search the police chiefs' offices?
Putting aside his wild thoughts, when they arrived at the door of a room, Song Yuanchao was outside. He pushed the door open.
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