"What?" Zhang Meng's angry face distorted into an angry lion, and even the desk in front of him was trembling, "Yang Zetian is dead?" ”

The police comrades who came to report had been frightened by Zhang Meng, who was thunderous at the moment, and his face was dyed like seven or eight colors, one red and one green, he lowered his head and said hesitantly: "Comrade Song also sacrificed"

This comrade police officer was one of the police officers on duty last night.

"You bunch of shit!" Zhang Meng slapped the table vigorously, then folded his hands on his waist angrily, and said, "What are the colleagues on duty last night, quickly and call me to my office one by one!"

The police comrade subconsciously glanced at Zhang Meng. Who knew that he was hit by Zhang Meng's sharp eyes, Zhang Meng immediately opened his eyes angrily, and the green tendons in the corners of his forehead bulged with the rough breath, and scolded: "What the hell are you still standing here?" Waiting to die? Why don't you go soon? ”

"Yes, yes, yes"

After the policeman comrade left Zhang Meng's company in a hurry, the glass door that had not been completely closed was smashed open again in anger

"Director Zhang! You'd better give me a reason that will convince me well? Ha? Tell me, what happened last night? ”

At this time, the person who stood in front of Zhang Meng angrily was Sheng Yihan, this Yang Zetian was his prisoner, and it was Director Zhang who ordered Yang Zetian to be temporarily detained in the detention center of the police station.

At the same time, along with Sheng Yihan's roar, there was also Su Wanwan in Director Zhang's office.

Zhang Meng glanced at Su Wanwan, who had just come in, and then focused on Sheng Yihan, and he said apologetically: "I'm really sorry, Officer Sheng, the person is gone, and it is not under our noses, it is my responsibility"

"I don't want to listen to nonsense!" Sheng Yihan said with a disdainful face.

Zhang Meng saw that Sheng Yihan's emotions couldn't be soothed, so he didn't say any more, Zhang Meng thought to himself that he was also a victim, which terrorist dared to attack the Tianming Police Station at night? This is simply unheard of, and it has not been encountered since the establishment of the Tianming Police Station.

Zhang Meng did not speak again.

Sheng Yihan didn't bother to say anything more.

Su Wanwan didn't know what to say.

This embarrassing atmosphere did not last long, and the police comrade led a few colleagues and walked in in a very neat and orderly manner.

Zhang Meng blinked, took a step forward, at this time he finally found a chance to speak, his left hand was crossed on his waist, his right hand pointed at the row of policemen, and roared: "Are you all ****?" Such a large group of people can't stand a criminal? ”

The crowd was silent.

Suddenly, a policeman's body shook slightly, and then he broke out of the column and said softly: "Report to the director, judging from the form at that time, the people on the other side were about 100 people, and we only had a few policemen."

Su Wanwan on the side seemed to be listening quietly, but in fact, a thousand waves had already stirred up in her mind, she scrutinized it several times, thinking that as this police comrade said, since there are about 100 people on the other side, these policemen on duty are actually safe and sound, if the other party is simply coming to the Tianming Police Station, then no one will stand here and talk now, so the other party is undoubtedly coming to Yang Zetian, and he is completely prepared.

It's just that if it is really as Su Wanwan thought, she is curious about how Comrade Song Jinxuan could be sacrificed.

Su Wanwan took a step forward, swept the row of police colleagues with her eyes, and asked, "How could Comrade Song Jinxuan sacrifice?"