"I advise you to agree to my suggestion immediately, otherwise, you will regret the consequences", Zhanaco looked fearless, stood up and looked at Zhengji and Cao Lei. ．

Cao Lei's face also became a little ugly, he is not a child, he has been in Tibet for so long, he naturally understands that the situation here is special, and it can really be described as a common saying, "When a show meets a soldier, it is unreasonable."

However, at this moment, Masaki's mobile phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at the number, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he picked it up, "Zen eight, the mission begins, don't resist, let it be detained." ”

With only a few words, he hung up the phone over there, and Masaki looked at the phone thoughtfully, he didn't expect that his first task would start in such a situation, and he didn't even know what it was.

"Lawyer Cao, you can leave first, you are not needed here for the time being, and help me tell Song Yu to rest assured, don't worry about me for the time being", after a while, Zhengji raised his head and said to Cao Lei undoubtedly.

"Now, Mr. Zheng, are you sure? According to the situation that I already fully understand, I can pay the bail and take you away first," Cao Lei looked at Zhengji with some hesitation.

"No, you just have to do what I say," Masaki shook his head.

Seeing this, Cao Lei didn't dare to say much, turned around and left, and in the entire police station, there were only a few policemen and political discipline peddlers left, and the others went out to maintain law and order.

In the quiet room, only the sound of the second hand turning can be heard, the hawker brackets his ears, carefully listens to the noise and movement outside the door, feels a little restless, seems to be very excited, and on the other hand, Zhengji, but he sits on the side with his eyes closed and recuperates, and the expression on his face is not panicked at all, as if all this has nothing to do with him, he is just a bystander.

"Mr. Zheng, you are thirsty, I poured you a cup of tea, please use it", at this time, a shy voice came from behind him, and the policewoman just now said to Zhengji with a red face and a cup of hot tea.

"Thank you", Masaki didn't refuse, took it, smelled the tea, thought of something, and asked casually: "How do you know that I like tea?"

The policewoman glanced at Masaki a little shyly, and said in a low voice: "I'm actually also a fan of Mr. Masaki, gossip and magazines say that you don't like to drink drinks, and you like to drink tea the most in all public shots."

Masaki was slightly stunned and smiled, but he didn't expect the media to even summarize his humble hobby.

"Mr. Masaki, do you smoke?" On the other side, a young Tibetan policeman with a plateau red on his face walked over with a shy smile and asked politely, but he is not a fan of Masaki, the reason for this is because just now Masaki donated to Hope Primary School, he fell into his ears word for word, his hometown, there are many people who can't afford to go to school or have no conditions, all along, he wants to do something, but he can't do anything because of reality, and now, he sees a glimmer of hope here in Masaji.

"No, thank you", Masaki shook his head and politely refused.

This scene, falling into the eyes of Za Nacuo, made him feel a burst of injustice, licked his face and looked at the policewoman and said, "This beauty, I also want to drink tea."

"You, dreaming!" the policewoman glanced at Za Na with disdain, and refused without even thinking about it, it was really because of this police uniform, otherwise, she would have wanted to splash the boiling water on this scoundrel's face.

"Ahh

"Do you still want to compare yourself with others in the next life", another policeman scolded when he heard this sentence and looked at him mockingly.

I was bored, touched my nose, and the gray Zha Na made a mistake, scolding in a low voice in Tibetan, and muttering grinningly.

At least 100 or so Tibetans stood at the door of the police station densely, surrounded by water, and at the front were six or seven stretchers, and the people lying on them were humming and chirping, which were the scoundrels who were injured by Zhengji.

Their family members were indignant and didn't know what they were saying in Tibetan, but the general meaning was that the Han people hurt people and asked the police to give them justice, otherwise they would not leave, and what was even more surprising was that they actually put up banners, as if they had prepared in advance.

As the saying goes, three people become tigers, during this period, in addition to the people who were originally related to this incident, more and more passers-by and onlookers also came around, and the last one turned out to be a big star political discipline to beat people, and even some people who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic, but they added fuel and vinegar to the later generations to distort the matter into a national conflict between Han and Tibet, which was originally the victim's political discipline, became a murderer who insulted Tibetans and hired bodyguards to beat people!

When the Tibetans who were already united heard this, it was worth it, and there were more and more people who were stirred up for unknown reasons, and people with bad intentions also took the opportunity to make a big splash, and the crowd at the entrance of the police station also became more and more, and finally there were nearly 1,000 people, the crowd was crowded, and the anger infected people's hearts, blinded the eyes of many people, and some people actually began to smash it.

"Hey, Tibet Evening News? Tell you about a hot news spot, Zhengji has been arrested for hurting and insulting Tibetans, if you want to catch this news hotspot for the first time, come to the Lhasa Police Station, here is what you want," a man with a sinister look in his eyes dialed the phone in the phone booth, and hung up after speaking.

"Everyone, be quiet! Don't be impulsive! We will definitely give you a reasonable explanation for this matter!" Liu Baotian, as the captain of the brigade, looked at the scene in front of him sweating profusely, his voice had already shouted hoarsely, but it had little effect, no matter how he persuaded him, it was as useless as a drop in the bucket.

"We don't believe it! You will definitely favor the Han Chinese!" A man's voice came from an unknown corner of the crowd, as if adding fuel to the fire.

Liu Baotian frowned, and he didn't know if it was an illusion or whatever, he always felt that something was wrong with today's affairs, but it was too late for him to think too much at the moment, and the top priority at the moment was to stabilize people's emotions and prevent chaos such as smashing, looting, and burning.

"The law, the law will only protect you Han and the rich and powerful!" In the dark corner, the voice came out again, stirring up people's already angry nerves, and more and more people responded.

"My man is so seriously injured! How will he work in the future? The roof of the house has collapsed! I am no longer alive!" At this moment, the family members and women next to the stretcher at the door seemed to start crying in unison, which seemed to be very miserable, and even a woman wanted to crash into the stone lion at the door of the police station, but was stopped by the police.

"The Han people bully people! They bully us! We want to judge the prisoners ourselves! Give us justice!" In the crowd, the voices full of agitation and sinister sounded again, like a catalyst to catalyze the atmosphere.

I don't know who took the lead, the crowd began to be restless, crowding in the direction of the police station, and the human wall composed of dozens of policemen tried hard to maintain balance, but in the face of the sea of thousands of people, their strength seemed so insignificant, little by little they were pushed back by the angry crowd, and they were about to break through.

Liu Baotian looked at this scene with a sweat on his head, his heart sank to the bottom little by little, and the sense of foreboding in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"What are you doing! Put down my gun! Someone grabbed the gun!" Suddenly, Liu Baotian was shocked, and a police officer who was blocking in the crowd covered the holster on his waist in a panic, the five-fourth-style pistol had disappeared without a trace, and just now someone took advantage of the chaos and actually snatched the gun from his waist, turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

"Don't move, everyone! Don't move!" Liu Baotian immediately took out his pistol and fired a shot into the sky, temporarily deterring the chaotic crowd

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