Huang Weizhong's office is large, but the decoration is very simple, there are no furniture of precious wood, no various antique vases, a table, three chairs, a bookcase, plus a sofa coffee table, all the belongings in this office.

"What are you going to say to me?" Huang Weizhong sat on his chair and looked at Yan Murong who was looking at his office and asked.

"You're in a good office." Yan Murong said unanswered. "It's just a little shabby, and it doesn't match your identity very well."

"Don't look at it, there won't be surveillance in my office." Huang Weizhong can sit in this position, naturally he is not a simple person, Yan Murong can also understand the careful thinking.

"I believe it." Yan Murong nodded, said with a smile, and sat down on the sofa with a swagger without being embarrassed by the embarrassment of being humane.

"I know you're one of the dragons."

Seeing that Yan Murong didn't plan to speak first, Huang Weizhong put his hands on the desk, rhythmically tapped his fingers on the table, and said. "But the country has its own laws, and the family has its own rules."

"You're lecturing me again." Yan Murong interrupted Huang Weizhong's words and said. "It's not a matter of identity - I want to see you, do I want to know from you what Ning Kun thinks?"

"Do you think Ning Kun did this?" Huang Weizhong asked with a sneer.

"Don't think I don't know you're his uncle." Yan Murong said. "I just want to know, is this Ning Kun's idea, or Secretary Ning's idea?"

"Does it matter?" Huang Weizhong said. "Whoever thinks it, your crime is the truth."

"My crime? It's funny. Yan Murong was like hearing a good joke, and he almost rolled on the sofa when he laughed.

After laughing for a while, he said. "What is my charge? - Okay, I admit I'm guilty, fighting in public, right? Okay, send me to the police station and detain me for half a month. ”

“――”

Huang Weizhong's teeth itched.

Indeed, Yan Murong's crime is at most a fight, at most a civil case, not even a criminal case, and it can even be handled at the police station. But can he send Yan Murong to the police station? Apparently not.

"Look, it's hard, isn't it?" Yan Murong said with a teasing smile. "Actually, I don't need you to say it, I also know that Ning Kun is helping Zheng Wuming with things, so I just want to know, what did Zheng Wuming give him?"

"Do you think I'll know?" Huang Weizhong said coldly. "Fights? Your actions just now have seriously endangered national security, and according to the law, I have the right to shoot you to death on the spot. ”

As soon as the words fell, Huang Weizhong had an extra pistol in his hand, the safety was opened, and the nose of the machine was facing Yan Murong widely.

"I hate pistols."

Yan Murong muttered in a low voice and said. "Director Huang, is it interesting for you to scare me? If you dare to shoot, aim at my head, and if you don't, I advise you to put it away. ”

Huang Weizhong felt helpless for a while, and when facing Yan Murong, a guy who didn't eat oil and salt, he suddenly found that he didn't know how to start.

Yes, he didn't dare to shoot, even if he was the director of the National Security Bureau, he didn't dare to shoot Yan Murong.

said that he fought and should also be handed over to the police station to deal with, and he was arrested only because of the special identity of the person who beat him. If it were someone else, the fate at the moment would definitely not be much better, but behind Yan Murong stood the great god of Old Man Yan, and if he wanted to move him, there must be a reason that people couldn't refute. To say that the way he grabbed Qian Li just now poses a threat to national security, but he also has the identity card of Long Teng, and Long Teng does have the right to eradicate all those who pose a threat to them - for whatever reason, he cannot shoot.

What now? Huang Weizhong thought depressedly, Xiao Kun, you have made your uncle and me miserable.

Xue Wen invited Yan Murong to dinner after recording the show, and then Chang Xiaopeng suddenly appeared, and then, it was the blind man who was indifferent and Hua Feihua who stood in the way. After a fight, he successfully angered Yan Murong and asked him to go to the Beijing Club to trouble Chang Xiaopeng, and finally the reporter and the Chang family couple appeared.

Although there were some small mistakes in Chang Pozhi's treatment plan, fortunately, things had been going according to plan - Yan Murong really did not disappoint them, not only swelling Chang Xiaopeng's ugly face, but also knocking Huang Meilan unconscious.

Then, Yan Murong entered the National Security Bureau, and as they had planned, he was indeed completely enraged, and then hijacked Qian Lin - but Yan Murong did not take the opportunity to escape, but ran to Huang Weizhong's office to "negotiate" with him. ”

No one thought that Yan Murong would actually have the Longteng brand in his hand - this brand not only became his magic weapon to save his life, but also became his bargaining chip for "negotiation".

As for whether Qian Li threatened his safety, everyone knew very well in their hearts, so Huang Weizhong could sit here and stalemate with Yan Murong.

"Can I see your sign?" Huang Weizhong put away the gun and asked slowly.

"Absolutely." Yan Murong smiled, then took out the golden sign and threw it over.

"It's indeed the identity card of the dragon." Huang Weizhong took it in his hand and played with it, nodded and said. "However, it seems to be a little different from what I saw."

"You said it was true, and now you want to say it's false?"

"Not really." Huang Weizhong raised his head, stared at Yan Murong coldly, and said. "You said that this brand is yours, but this brand is obviously only owned by the founder of Longteng - Yan Murong, you actually dare to pretend to be Longteng's person?"

"Well, I knew you would say that." Yan Murong said with a sigh.

"The person who pretended to be Long Teng also held national security personnel hostage, Yan Murong, your crime is not small." Huang Weizhong said with a sneer. After saying that, he raised the gun in his hand again, but this time, it was not Yan Murong who was pointing at the gun, but himself.

"Old fox." Yan Murong sighed again, seeing Huang Weizhong's movements, he knew what this guy was going to do. He believed that as soon as the gun went off, someone would rush in.

"It's that you're too young." Huang Weizhong looked at Yan Murong with a smug smile on his face, pointed the muzzle of the gun at his arm, and resolutely pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

Gunshots, blood splatters!

Immediately afterwards, just as Yan Murong thought, after Huang Weizhong shot and injured his arm, he threw the gun directly at Yan Murong's feet, and the moment the gun landed, the door of the office was forcibly broken, and in a moment, more than a dozen people in Huang Weizhong's office with micro punches and wearing special operations uniforms appeared.

Yan Murong looked around and was depressed - this matter was troublesome, and he was actually surrounded.

"I'm going to say, he shot himself, can you believe it?" Yan Murong asked with a wry smile.

PS: The big toothache in the back is terrible.,Stayed up all night to code out two chapters.,Sleep.,I'm going to go to the tooth extraction in the afternoon.,It's estimated that you'll have to sleep when you come back.,5 o'clock that chapter is late.,Say sorry to everyone first.。