The change came too quickly, and there were only two people in the interrogation room, and when someone saw all this coming from the monitoring room, Yan Murong had already pulled Qian Li, who was purple-faced, and walked out.

"Let go of Director Qian, don't let us shoot." Several policemen who rushed over pulled out their guns one after another, and the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at Yan Murong, and even Yan Murong could see that the safety of their pistols had been opened, and as long as they made any moves, they would really dare to shoot.

"Shoot?" Yan Murong sneered, took out the golden brand from his pocket and threw it over, saying. "Take a good look and think about whether to shoot after reading it."

The policeman standing at the front took the sign thrown by Yan Murong, and as soon as he glanced at it, his eyes were full of shock.

"Dragon?" The policeman exclaimed.

"Yo, there are quite a few of you who know the goods." Yan Murong nodded with satisfaction, since the other party knew this brand, he would not shoot for the time being. I hope that the energy of this brand is big enough to make them dare not do it easily.

"I'll say it again, let go of Director Qian." threw the sign back into Yan Murong's hands, but the muzzles of several policemen did not put down, they were still aimed at Yan Murong's head, and refused to back down half a step.

"Or a director? The official is not small. Yan Murong said with a smile. But how do I think I think you colleagues don't take you seriously at all - I don't ask much, take me to see your leader, otherwise, do you know what the consequences are when you detain Longteng privately? ”

Threats, naked threats.

Actually, Yan Murong didn't know what the consequences would be, but when he saw the surprise that flashed in the policeman's eyes after taking the sign, he knew that the sign was useful.

"Hey, Director Qian, say a few words and let them all get out of the way." Yan Murong tightened the hand that clamped Qian Li's neck and said. "Everyone is Chinese, there is no need to make it like this."

"Get out of the way, you all get out of the way." Qian Li's face turned red, and he screamed.

When the policeman on the opposite side shouted the word Longteng, Qian Li's little heart was cold.

Ordinary people don't know what Long Teng is, but as the director of the National Security Bureau, he is all too familiar with this name. It was because he knew too much that he trembled even more.

How could this kid be a dragon man? It's impossible, and it's not scientific.

What is Dragon? It is the most mysterious department in China, even more mysterious than the legendary mysterious department, and the power of Long Teng is even greater - if their national security is the Imperial Forest Army, then Long Teng is the Jinyi Guard, their power is very large, but a bullet has to write a report, but Long Teng is not. As long as they feel that you are a threat to them, even if they kill you, let alone that the report does not need to be written, no one will ask the reason at all.

Hearing Qian Li's words, several policemen hesitated slightly, lowered their guns, and then got out of the way, staring at Yan Murong's every movement as if facing a great enemy.

The speed of the elevator is not slow, but the walkie-talkie is more convenient, and when the elevator door opens, it is already surrounded by a group of heavily armed policemen outside.

Seeing the situation outside, Yan Murong didn't speak, let alone get out of the elevator, but only raised his foot to block it when the elevator door was about to close, and just stood in the elevator against the other party.

"Put down your gun and let him come."

At this moment, a neutral, low and powerful voice sounded in the crowd, and then, a middle-aged man with a golden flower on his shoulder walked out and looked coldly at Yan Murong who was standing in the elevator.

He was looking at Yan Murong, and Yan Murong was also looking at him.

The middle-aged man in front of him is more than one meter tall and in his early eights, with a Chinese face full of seriousness, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his cheeks are full of fortitude like a knife and an axe, and his eyes are like beasts, exuding a dangerous aura.

As soon as he saw this middle-aged man, Yan Murong knew that he was the boss of the National Security Bureau, Huang Weizhong of the Huang family.

"It seems that you, the director, are also quite a failure." Yan Murong smiled sarcastically, swept around the policemen who were still holding guns, and said. "Your men don't listen to you anymore." "I repeat, put down the gun and let him come, it's an order." Huang Weizhong shouted in a deep voice.

Seeing that Huang Weizhong's face was not very good-looking, this group of policemen lowered the muzzle of their guns, but their index fingers were still on the trigger, as long as Yan Murong made any abnormal moves, they would shoot without hesitation.

"Let go of Director Qian, you want to see me, I'm here too, come to my office to talk about something." Huang Weizhong said lightly.

"Can I trust you?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.

"I'm Huang Weizhong!"

"I know, but what does it have to do with whether I believe you or not?"

"I, Huang Weizhong, speak, foaming at the mouth, and nailing it."

"Okay, then I'll trust you first." Yan Murong smiled and said. "You'd better talk about it, though, and let them shoot me if I come out, and I promise my silver needle will shoot you in the head before it pierces me - but don't worry, if you die, this Director will soon be with you."

"I don't care what you did to him, now, heal him, and then come out and come to my office to talk." Huang Weizhong said indifferently.

"You're so easy to deceive when I'm a child?" Yan Murong still refused to take half a step out of the elevator and said. "Let them all go."

"Put away your guns and go down and stand by." Huang Weizhong waved his hand without hesitation and said.

"Huang Bureau, this is very dangerous." A policeman said worriedly.

"Execute the order." Huang Weizhong drank coldly.

All the policemen retreated down the stairs, and Yan Murong pulled Qian Ling out of the elevator.

"Let him go now." Huang Weizhong said.

"Okay." Yan Murong smiled and said. "If you give face like this, it's not good for me not to give you face."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Murong slapped Qian Li's back, and in Qian Li's muffled snort, a silver light flashed out of his chest and hit the wall, making a soft sound of "ding".

Seeing that Qian Ling was fine, Huang Weizhong stopped talking, and walked directly to an office with an open door, Yan Murong didn't dare to stay longer, a silver needle was upside down in the palm of his hand, and he followed quickly.

Now, Yan Murong doesn't trust anyone, let alone that he Huang Weizhong is just the director of the National Security Bureau, even if Ning Zhandong comes, Yan Murong won't believe a word from him.

Life must always be held in one's own hands - this is one of Yan Murong's life creeds!