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Han Dong stood in place like a javelin, watching a large number of policemen approach.

He didn't plan to resist anymore, he had the means to deal with the gangsters, but he needed another means to deal with the police.

When several special police officers were three or five steps away from him, they quickly surrounded Han Dong in the middle and pressed him to the ground.

The face was in contact with the cold floor, and I don't know who kicked Han Dong a few times, vicious and fierce.

Hu Tianlong was at a loss after being frightened: "Boy, don't you look at whose handiwork it is in this demolition, and dare to get involved rashly." Wait, there will be a time when you regret it. ”

Han Dong couldn't move when he was suppressed, and raised his eyes: "Who's?"

"Wang ......"

When the words came to his lips, Hu Tianlong hurriedly stopped, realizing that he should not speak.

Han Dong continued his words: "Wang Liguo, right." ”

Hu Tianlong couldn't imagine that the young man was still so calm at this juncture, and he wanted to see him panicked, but he couldn't see it at all.

Zheng Wenzhuo was also suppressed by the police, but his treatment was much better than Han Dong's.

Their family has been a policeman for several generations, that is, he opportunistically drilled into the camp and entered the trade route.

"I said what are you going to do, Han Dong is not a prisoner, let go!"

Han Dong stopped Zheng Wenzhuo with his eyes, and was taken up by the police and pressed into the police car.

Zheng Wenzhuo was afraid that something would happen, and he was remorseful and anxious.

I knew that I wouldn't let Han Dong come.

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Han Yueshan soon received the news that his son was taken away, and several relatives and friends were stuck at home, discussing countermeasures and how to catch people.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is a means of the city.

How do ordinary people fight?

No matter how big the grievance is, it has to be swallowed alive.

Han Yueshan clutched his chest, and his face turned a little bloody from white to white: "Don't worry about it, let the child deal with it himself." ”

"Old Han!"

"Let's not get involved in this matter, just leave it all to the younger generation to deal with. I believe in Xiaodong and I believe in Wenzhuo. ”

Worry is inevitable.

But really calming down, Han Yueshan knew that no one dared to touch his son easily.

Whether it is because of the next demolition of the old city, or because of the identity of his son who has just retired.

Besides, the way "some people" do things has always been like this.

Only by kicking the iron plate will things be truly calm and fair.

After Han Dong was detained at the police station in the old city, it was like being forgotten by the police.

Eerie and damp basement, room for separate interrogation, handcuffed.

In such a position, ordinary people are bound to be cowardly before trial, and it is also a common psychological trick used by the police in interrogation.

It's just that the difference in the psychological state between people makes this trick doomed to be ineffective for Han Dong.

For more than half an hour, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside.

A girl in her twenties, dressed in a police uniform, snuck in.

Melon seed face, fair skin, small and delicate figure, a pair of big surprising eyes embedded in the small face, like a person who came out of a comic.

Han Dong hesitated a little when he saw her, and said tentatively, "Xiao Han." ”

Zheng Wenhan, Zheng Wenzhuo's younger sister.

After Han Dong returned to Dongyang, he was always in a high degree of busyness, and he hadn't even seen Zheng Wenzhuo's face much. For this little girl who often followed him and Zheng Wenzhuo when she was a child, she almost forgot about it.

Recognizable because of its familiar silhouette and the specific environment of the place.

I heard Zheng Wenzhuo say that Zheng Wenhan worked in the police station in the old city.

Zheng Wenhan also had a chance to meet for the first time, but as Han Dong's familiar voice sounded, the mist in her eyes flashed: "Brother Han Dong, every time I say I see you, my brother says that you are busy and don't have time to ......"

Han Dong smiled bitterly: "It's very busy, I just didn't expect to meet here, it's embarrassing." ”

Zheng Wenhan came here to have a business, and after approaching, he whispered: "Brother Han Dong, I just heard that they discussed interrogating you and convicting you...... Don't worry, my brother is looking for a relationship, as long as you don't admit it, he will be able to bail you out soon......"

Han Dong was grateful to her for this trip, and smiled: "It's okay, let your brother stop working blindly." It's easy for me to come in, they want me to get out, hard!"

Zheng Wenhan was in a hurry to persuade, and heard a hidden voice outside.

She was startled, and hurriedly walked out, just in time to catch up with the director Tu Qinghai and a few police officers who came in.

"What are you doing here?"

Tu Hai's surface sank like water, and reprimanded.

Zheng Wenhan panicked: "I, I heard movement here, so I'll take a look." ”

Tu Qinghai knew it, but it was not good to embarrass a little girl because of this excess: "Hurry up and get out, mess around!"

Han Dong glanced at the dimmed light spot of the camera and rubbed his head with the residual pain after drinking.

Tu Qinghai smiled coldly: "I heard that you are Han Yueshan's son?"

Han Dong raised his eyes: "That's right." ”

Tu Qinghai lit a cigarette and took a puff: "I happen to know your father, but I will put aside the favor before the law." ”

"That's really an honor, my dad still knows a big man like Director Tu!"

Tu Qingshan listened to his frivolous tone, and suddenly asked, "Do you know what you have committed?"

"Know, fight, fight, and is a beating a bunch of thugs!"

"It's useless for you to quibble, it's a fact that hurts people. I advise you to be honest and behave, and maybe you won't have to go to jail. ”

"It's as simple as just going to jail? Director Tu, don't scare me here. If you want to demolish the old city, you can either crush me to death and force my dad to help you convince all the residents of the old town. Or, just lower and turn to gentleness. ”

"So, what tricks are there for you to try on me. ”

Tu Qinghai has been a policeman for so many years, and he has never seen an aggressive character like Han Dong who points to the center of gravity.

It's like being transparent, and being seen through at a glance.

Annoyed and angry, Tu Qinghai slapped the table and stood up: "You give me honesty, I've seen a lot of you like this, and I won't shed tears when I don't see the coffin." ”

He was annoyed, and Han Dong became more and more calm: "Director Tu, you'd better go and ask for instructions again, and find a suitable person to come and talk to me." Demolition is a good thing, but the land belongs to everyone, and no matter how domineering you are, you have to get everyone's consent. ”

This is the first time that the interrogation has been carried out in such a mess.

He was so angry that he opened the iron door of the interrogation room, stepped forward and grabbed Han Dong's collar, and said fiercely: "There must be a limit to arrogance. Boy, look at your father's face, I wasn't going to do anything to you!"

Han Dong looked at him fixedly, and didn't see any movement, but the handcuffs opened in response, and there was a crisp click.

"What can you do?"

Tu Qinghai was still in shock, and when he couldn't react, Han Dong grabbed his wrist, moved it lightly, and tore off his T-shirt.

The sturdy upper body has at least ten scars.

Round, elongated, and not hideous, but Tu Qinghai couldn't help but take a step back.

Gunshot wounds, knife wounds. He has been a police officer for more than 20 years, how can he not tell the difference.

Suddenly I thought of Han Dong's information, he was a veteran.

"Director Tu, I've been in the army for seven years, and I've also been in contact with the police, so don't talk about it in front of me if it's useless. If you want to talk, let Wang Liguo come over in person. If you don't want to talk about it, you can lock me up for the rest of my life. ”

He was not so flamboyant, but the surging alcohol and the successive psychological shocks made the impulse invisible.

Didn't Qiu Yuping want to demolish the old city, he wanted to see how to demolish it!!