Smack. ”

Song Zijie pulled out a chair and put the coffee cup on the table.

The video camera during the interrogation did not need to be turned off because it was never turned on.

"Senior Assistant Director."

Zhao Yuanlong lowered his head and looked at the police officer in front of him, a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Although he didn't look like a scar on his face at this moment, the inside of his shirt was already blue and purple, and he had undergone a strict interrogation with scars.

"Boss Zhao, are you really not saying anything?"

Song Zijie raised his eyebrows, very interested in the man in front of him.

There are not many people like him in this era.

Cherish every one that appears.

Right now, Zhao Yuanlong's hands were still cuffed to the back of the chair, but he looked directly at Ajie and said, "Sir, I didn't do anything, what should I say?" ”

"I don't even know why I was arrested, so you should have come and tell me about it!"

To be reasonable, if you have money on Hong Kong Island, you are a big man.

Zhao Yuanlong's group is well-known in the transportation industry, and it is a bit thin to walk outside.

But his little assets bluff young people, and fishing for little girls is almost the same.

In front of the real rich people, he is a small scumbag, and he can't even reach the third-tier rich, at most he is an eighteenth-tier person.

Song Zijie is friends with the richest man every day, how can he care about a little person like him?

What's more, this kind of thing depends on the situation.

The petty inspectors of the serious crime team and the anti-crime team are punished, and there is no problem for you to complain, and it will definitely be accepted.

But when you're in the detention cell of the General Administration. Sorry, the Police Complaint Hotline will be closed to you. You can fight, but you can never wait for the result.

"Hey."

"This kid will also be anti-customer-oriented."

Song Zijie smiled in his heart when he heard Zhao Yuanlong's words, picked up the coffee cup and took a sip of words: "Okay, I'll tell you now what the police force is going to arrest you." ”

"Is there enough smuggling antiques?"

Song Zijie looked at Zhao Yuanlong's face, and continued to speak in a calm tone: "The crime of smuggling is enough for ten years, and high-value antiques are added for another ten years." ”

"The lives of two police officers and the lives of a citizen, how many years do you say?"

"We will not wronged a good person, nor will we spare a bad person."

At this time, Song Zijie got up according to the table, approached Zhao Yuanlong and said: "Send you a word, confess leniently, and resist strictly." ”

The crime of smuggling is not fake.

According to the investigation of the police force in one day, it has been confirmed that Zhao Yuanlong is not smuggling goods, cigarettes, white powder, but smuggling antiques.

Because the smuggling of antiques is small and the circle is relatively small, the secrecy is a little higher.

So before this incident, Yuanlong Group had been developing very well. Coupled with the fact that the group's accounts are doing well, the police force has not been aware of the impropriety of the Yuen Long Group.

It's a bit of a shame for the Force, but it's not too surprising.

After all, when the police are escalating, the criminals are also secretly escalating.

Moreover, the smuggling syndicate has always seen the light of death, and it is well hidden before it is discovered.

However, after Zhao Yuanlong heard Song Zijie's questioning, he pulled the corners of his mouth with a smile and said: "Isn't it frank and lenient, and sit in prison?" ”

"Who sues and who presents evidence, finding evidence is the police's business, not my business."

"It's none of my business to be dead."

Regardless of Zhao Yuanlong's expression or language, none of them show that he is very confident to resist the police.

Because his smuggling syndicate is very careful, there have been no problems.

This time, if it weren't for the strange things being transported, and the vehicle suddenly rolled over, I believe the whole process would have gone on safely.

As for what black eats black, the two sides fought and the truck overturned.

Hehe.

This is something that the police speculated, but it didn't exist at all.

It's just because of the problem with this shipment......

At present, the police do not have any evidence of the Yuanlong Group, and even Zhao Yuanlong was arrested for the reason of assisting in the investigation.

If no evidence can be found, he will be released for a maximum of forty-eight hours.

When he leaves the General Administration and then closes up, the chances of a successful escape are even greater.

So for Zhao Yuanlong, "resisting strictly, going home for the New Year" is not fake, and he can still have a good year.

Song Zijie looked gloomy after hearing Zhao Yuanlong's reply, reached out and grabbed the other party's collar, and then grabbed the chandelier above his head. Straight pointed the incandescent light at Zhao Yuanlong's eyes, and warned in a fierce tone: "You can not say yourself, but at least tell the person who robbed you." ”

"Don't keep me waiting too long, I'm going to hear something useful when I'm done with this drink."

"Huh." Zhao Yuanlong's eyes widened, staring at the incandescent light in front of him.

After holding on for more than ten seconds, his eyes immediately turned red, and tears flowed down his face.

Just kidding, the incandescent lights in the interrogation room are reserved for criminals. The power should be much larger for the home, and the whole interrogation room can be illuminated.

But Zhao Yuanlong didn't even squint his eyes, he just stubbornly held on to his hard top.

Song Zijie had just listened to Zhao Yuanlong's nonsense and came to him to stop him, and he was extremely annoyed in his heart.

But now seeing Zhao Yuanlong's gritted teeth and his temper flowing with tears, he couldn't help but feel comfortable in his heart.

Hard top.

He just likes this kind of person.

Song Zijie took the lamp for two minutes like this, and only after Zhao Yuanlong's tears dried up and his pupils gradually lost focus did he put down the lampshade in his hand and sat back in his position.

"I'm drinking coffee faster, you hurry."

Song Zijie lifted Erlang's legs, picked up the coffee cup and began to gurgle.

According to his interrogation experience, the criminal should not be left too much time to think at this time, and he must exert strong pressure until the criminal is convinced.

Zhao Yuanlong closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair and breathed rapidly, not planning to say a word.

And now, even with his eyes closed, he still feels that there are colorful points of light in his line of sight, and there is still the sting of light.

"Bang!"

Two minutes later, Song Zijie vigorously put down the coffee cup, and scolded regardless of the image: "Pounce on your mother, count your mouth hard." ”

"Poof!"

He Zhao Yuanlong's collar was pulled up, he raised his hand and swung his fist, and hit the bridge of Zhao Yuanlong's nose with one punch.

Smack.

Boss Zhao's nose bridge is broken.

Applejack doesn't bother to pay any more attention to him, leaving the coffee cup and pushing the door open and walking out of the interrogation room.

"Mr. Zhao was so emotional that he hit the wall."

"You take him to the hospital, and we will pay for the medical expenses."

"Yes, sir." A police officer standing outside the door immediately replied.

Song Zijie waved his hand and strode back to the office to catch up on sleep.

Anyway, Zhao Yuanlong's mouth is so hard, it is useless to continue to stay in the detention room. It's better to let him out and send the paparazzi to follow him, maybe you can find additional substantial evidence.

And sending Zhao Yuanlong to the hospital is actually equivalent to ending his detention.

"Huh."

"The modern little official's kung fu is still a little worse."

Zhao Yuanlong sat in the office, pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand, not only did he not feel pain, but his eyes showed a trace of disdain.

(End of chapter)