0181 Can we still have face?
Another five minutes later, Xiao Mo, who was driving a small electric car, hummed the popular "Ride My Beloved Little Motorcycle" on the Internet, stopped on the opposite side, and waited for the left turn light to turn on.
30 seconds later, the left turn light turned on, and Xiao Mo obeyed the traffic rules and turned around at a constant speed.
Zhang Peng's anger was released overnight, and what he was waiting for was this moment! Turn on all the lights that have been turned off!
The light pierced directly into Xiao Mo's eyes from the side at this moment, he hurriedly slowed down and stopped, covered his eyes with one hand and scolded in his mouth: "This is which little Wang B calf who doesn't know how to die and I have a whole thing!" ”
The lights are the signal! At the moment when Zhang Peng's headlights were on, the men's motorcycle next to him, which had already been ignited, was like an arrow from the string towards Xiao Moji. Shoot away!
Xiao Mo heard the roar of the motorcycle, and subconsciously raised the arm covering his eyes.
I only saw the motorcycle on the opposite side crashing straight towards me, and Xiao Mo grabbed the electric car faucet with both hands, trying to dodge.
At this critical moment, Xiao Mo saw that the men's motorcycle did not hit him, but passed by himself, and was just about to breathe a sigh of relief.
He saw a flash of white light in mid-air, and a large black iron rod smashed accurately on his Heavenly Spirit Cover.
"Bang!"
Xiao Mo, who had no chance to dodge at all, went dark in front of his eyes, and the whole person lost consciousness. Even the people and the car fell down in the middle of the road, and the blood on their foreheads gushed out as if they didn't want money.
If it weren't for the oncoming driver, he witnessed the scene of Xiao Mo being. Maybe the green light turned on and rolled over directly, and Xiao Mo, who was not killed by the big tiger, may not be able to escape the catastrophe of the car.
The driver still had a conscience, stopped behind Xiao Mo and called the emergency hotline as soon as possible.
It's also a shame that the first aid is not tense tonight, and the nearest hospital is less than a kilometer away from Xiao Mo. Otherwise, if Xiao Mo has this injury on his head, he can't stop the bleeding and is three minutes late, that is, Hua Tuo's reincarnation can't save him!
And the big tiger who did all this drove a men's motorcycle and went around in a big circle. Finally, from the other end of the alley where Zhang Peng was, he rode in.
After putting the motorcycle down on the side of the road and throwing the racing suit and helmet on the ground, he buried his head in the co-pilot of the Wrangler.
And Zhang Peng, who was sure that Xiao Mo was heavier than himself, was relieved.
drove the Wrangler, and drove away from Xiao Mo's crime scene with the big tiger as if nothing had happened, and returned to Lightyear.
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On the third floor of Lightyear, Zeng Rui's office was filled with smoke.
Looking at Zhang Peng Dahu, who was coming from the dust, Zeng Rui raised his head and asked, "Is the matter done?" ”
"That's it." Zhang Peng took off his coat and hung it on the wall, and replied casually.
"Angry?" Zeng Rui poured Zhang Peng and Dahu a cup of hot tea respectively.
Zhang Peng held the teacup and blew the hot air coming out: "Out!" ”
"Okay, it's good to be angry. That person is almost here, let's brainstorm together, pondering and pondering Wu Chen's little cub. ”
Immediately after that, Xiaohu, who trotted back all the way, also participated in the discussion about fiddling with Wu Chen.
Everyone didn't take Xiao Mo, who was sent to the hospital for rescue, as a thing.
In the end, he couldn't discuss a feasible plan for Wu Chen, so he had to postpone the plan and make plans next time.
Xiaohu, who was absent from tonight's activities, expressed his indignation, and even got up many times to go to find Wu Chen alone, but he was stopped by everyone before he could be counted.
Compared to light years, the riot squad had a lively night.
First, Changhai quickly paid the price for his confrontation with Li Yuan.
The security inspector arrived half an hour after Li Yuan left the riot squad and conducted an inventory of all the audio-visual materials of the night.
Immediately afterwards, the news of Xiao Mo's attack came, and he let his family go into the rescue room with a stick at the door of his house.
Changhai, on the other hand, was busy facing various interrogations until dawn, and he couldn't close his eyes.
However, as the captain of the anti-riot team, Zhang Quan also sat firmly in Diaoyutai and never showed up.
It seems that Zhang Quan maintained a certain tacit understanding with the inspector, and after the audit collected evidence, he left the riot squad on the front foot.
In less than ten minutes, the captain Zhang Quan drove the Santana 2,000 that he had driven for an unknown number of years into the small courtyard.
Five minutes later, inside the office of the FPU leader.
Zhang Quan slowly took advantage of the gap between changing his work clothes and listened to Changhai's work report on everything that happened last night.
"Okay, I'm tired all night, you hurry up and go back to rest!"
Zhang Quan started to arrange his sleeves, and said without raising his head.
"Team Zhang, where is Xiao Mo?" Changhai asked tentatively.
Even if he Changhai has a lot of complaints about Xiao Mo, it is his Changhai subordinate after all. He still wants to defend the interests that should be defended.
What's more, as a member of the anti-riot squad of the Security Bureau, he was actually shot with a black gun, isn't this act just a slap in the face of Changhai and the riot squad?
"The cause of the day before, the effect of the day after. Ah Hai, Xiao Mo is supposed to be our subordinate, but he doesn't seem to be doing it for us, right? ”
Zhang Quan did not directly answer Changhai's question, but chose to ask a rhetorical question.
“......”
When Changhai heard Zhang Quan's question, he was stunned for a moment, and he didn't think about how to answer for a while.
"Ah Hai, Mo Lian is a good member of our anti-riot team. But did you know that after taking him to the hospital last night, when the emergency personnel unbuttoned him, they found 50,000 federal coins on him? ”
The security inspector saw him in the surveillance, and he also met with the second son of the Zhao family in the south of the city. If he does something for us, and something happens, then I will die to the end! Even if this matter is caused by the General Bureau, the City Council, I will definitely ask Mo Lian for an explanation! ”
Speaking of this, Zhang Quan suddenly paused, and his tone softened slightly. He looked up at Changhai with a smile and said, "But he overstepped his responsibilities and had to rush to be a slave to others, causing us trouble." Why? In the end, do you still ask us to call the shots for him and deal with the aftermath for him? ”
Zhang Quan and Changhai belong to the same faction, and they have been old partners for many years.
Although it is said that after Zhang Quan got the news of this incident, he chose to hide as soon as possible, which is a bit uninteresting. But Changhai can't deny that every sentence Zhang Quan just said is reasonable.
If it were an ordinary Changhai, he would never continue to have any disputes with Zhang Quan over this matter. But because of the word "slave" mentioned by Zhang Quan, there was a slight change in his heart.
"But it's a matter of our FPU face, if..."
Changhai still tried to take over the matter, saying that it was for Xiao Mo, but it was better to say that it was not to be the so-called "minion".
"Smack!"
Zhang Quan patted Changhai on the shoulder and interrupted Changhai's words euphemistically: "I understand what you said, but do you think that in the general environment of the end times, can we still have face?" It's good to be able to live, let's carry the pot first, then eat something wrong and admit it! ”
After Zhang Quan finished speaking, he took the tea jar and tried to pour water outside. Only Changhai was left alone in the office, gritting his teeth and not saying a word.