Facing Hu Jianjun's black muzzle, Liu Xinghao and Wang Donglai had no choice but to raise their hands obediently.

Wang Donglai had the blood stains left over from covering the wound on his right hand, and this gesture was more real, and at this time, in Hu Jianjun's eyes, it seemed that this Wang Donglai was much more dangerous than Liu Xinghao! I am afraid that this person is the main culprit, and Liu Xinghao is just a minion at most. He slowly moved to the side of the co-pilot of Phaeton, preparing to control Wang Donglai first.

Several other traffic policemen were far from having the courage of Hu Jianjun, and they only dared to slowly pace forward with their guns in the distance, and some of them had not even opened the insurance yet. The traffic police are not as good as the criminal police, the previous traffic police were not equipped with guns, and in recent years, firearms have been gradually distributed, but many traffic police may not have let go of a gun in their lives.

Police guns are not fired casually, every time a gun is fired, a detailed report must be written to explain the reason, in case the use of guns is not standardized, or accidentally injuring civilians, it is a crime of picking up police uniforms and being laid off, and at worst being sentenced to prison.

In fact, the profession of traffic police, to put it bluntly, is just a civil servant who only receives a fixed salary of a few thousand yuan a month, because he has lost his job because of a shot, and it is estimated that no one wants to do it. Therefore, this has caused many police officers to be willing to fight with bandits with their bare hands rather than shoot without authorization, and there are too many aspects for them to take care of.

Hu Jianjun rushed to the other side of Huiteng, opened the door of the passenger seat, aimed the muzzle of the gun in his hand at Wang Donglai, and shouted: "Get out of the car slowly!

Wang Donglai glared at him resentfully, this troubled policeman didn't know which tendon was wrong, why did he pull out the gun after investigating the drunk driver.

Despite thousands of reluctances, he slowly got out of the car as instructed, and before he could gain a firm foothold, he was pushed to the hood by Hu Jianjun, and searched up and down.

"This comrade policeman, what are you touching, are you looking for fleas?" Wang Donglai said as he endured the pain of the wound.

Hu Jianjun searched for a long time, but he didn't even touch a piece of iron, and asked a little embarrassed: "What's the matter with your wound?"

"I just had appendicitis surgery, and I was pushed by you just now, and the wound was shaken open, do you see how to deal with this?" Wang Donglai simply beat a rake, and put the responsibility for the cracked wound on Hu Jianjun.

Liu Xinghao, who was being searched by another police officer next to him, grinned in his ear, he knew that the police officer must have touched the blood on the driving license just now and caused a misunderstanding, but this police officer is too nervous, how can a harmonious society pull out a gun at every turn!

"Brother Jianjun, the bag in the back seat is full of bundles of money! There are millions!" The traffic police who checked the back seat were obviously excited in their tones, in fact, it is no wonder, who can not be excited when they suddenly see so much money?

"What's the matter with the money? Hurry up and tell me honestly!" As soon as Hu Jianjun heard this, he became as excited as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, who would be a normal person to bring so much cash in the car? There is definitely something wrong with this person! He reached out and took out the handcuffs behind his back, and saw that he was about to handcuff Wang Donglai tightly.

"Wow...... Whoa...... loud sirens pierced the night sky, and another police car flashed its lights and whistled.

The person who came was the captain of the traffic police brigade - Han Guang, who was supposed to lead the team on duty at another car inspection point outside the two intersections today, but as soon as he heard that there was a situation on Hu Jianjun's side in the walkie-talkie just now, he immediately rushed over. If he really caught a drug dealer or something, how could he, the captain, not come and get some light.

The captain jumped out of the car, and when he saw that the situation was clear, the brothers had already controlled the suspect, and immediately walked over with a smile.

But the closer he walked, the more familiar he looked at the man on the hood of the Phaeton. Isn't this his old comrade-in-arms, the boss of Oriental Industry - Wang Donglai?

"Hu Jianjun, what's the situation with you?" Han Guang saw that Hu Jianjun even took out the handcuffs, and Wang Donglai still had a large obvious blood stain on his waist, what the hell is going on.

When Hu Jianjun saw Captain Han coming, he picked up Wang Donglai and said loudly: "Report Captain Han!" Two suspicious elements were found, and a large amount of cash was found in a bag of the car, and nothing else has been found so far. May I ask Captain Han, do you want to handcuff back to the team for careful interrogation?"

When Wang Donglai saw the man who came, he immediately scolded loudly: "Han Guang, your soldiers are too lenient, aren't they? ”

Han Guang was really a little crying and laughing when he heard Wang Donglai's words. This subordinate of his, Hu Jianjun, caught a drug dealer transporting ecstasy by mistake last year because of a mistake, and since then he has been a little mad, and he feels "suspicious" when he sees any vehicle! This time the flood washed the Longwang Temple, how did it hit his old comrades-in-arms. He is now a billion-dollar CEO, and it is not unusual to decorate the car with money.

He hurriedly stepped forward and drank Hu Jianjun back, supported Wang Donglai and asked softly: "Donglai, what's the matter with your waist? It's not my subordinates who hurt you, do you? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

"It's a small thing. But if you don't let me go, it's going to be a big thing. ”

"Let go, let go! What are you still doing in a daze, let go of people quickly!" shouted the traffic policeman who was still holding Liu Xinghao. "I told you to check for drunk driving, you caught people to check the bag! I like to check the bag so much, I'll transfer you to the train station when I go back!"

Han Guang's words made Hu Jianjun's face red and white for a while, he was conscientious and devoted to his work, although he was only a traffic policeman, but he found clues of illegal crimes, shouldn't he take care of this kind of idle business?

Liu Xinghao got into the cab of the phaeton and glanced at the time, it was almost ten o'clock, and there was still a long way to go from the South Shore District. He didn't say much, and as soon as he stepped on the accelerator, he set off.

Out of the city, the traffic is much sparser, and the phaeton Mercedes is steady and fast in the dark night. As we get closer to the South Shore district, the smell of cloudiness in the air here grows stronger.

This is the heavy industry production center of Jiangzhou City, and all kinds of factories are running 24 hours a day. Those chimneys, large and small, are emitting smoke and dust into the air that I don't know if I can pass or not. Those cloudy smells are all due to him.

Yongsheng Iron and Steel Factory, an old abandoned factory, was the leading taxpayer in Jiangzhou City many years ago, but times are changing, when the price of a ton of steel is cheaper than a ton of cabbage. This old factory fell so inexplicably.

Liu Xinghao parked the car firmly at the gate of Yongsheng Iron and Steel Plant.

"We're here!"