"On my way to the headquarters by bus today, I read the latest issue of the police report, and at present, all the police officers in the 18 districts of Hong Kong Island have a total of 36,876 people."

The policewoman, who originally thought that the victory was in her hands, instinctively wanted to interrupt him when she heard his sudden change of words, but Zhang Pin didn't give her a chance, she didn't breathe, and continued to talk.

"In the second quarter of this year, there were 168 robberies and 97 shootings on Hong Kong Island, and I can't remember all kinds of fights or other incidents, but I remember that in order to deal with these cases, a total of 103 colleagues died and 648 police officers were injured."

"That is, on average, there are two robberies a day, a shooting, and many more other small cases."

"Every day, at least one colleague is killed and seven are injured."

"And among them, all the colleagues who died were front-line operational departments, and I didn't see that the injured ones were written in the information, but there will definitely be no one from your complaint department."

"If you don't do something, you won't have an accident."

"This, sir, if I hadn't shot, I'd not have had a chance to sit here and be interrogated by you right now."

"Also, about my parents, sir, if it weren't for my sanity, you might have been slapped in the face of other colleagues whose relatives were killed by criminals."

"I suggest that in the future, when asking colleagues, the chief should wrap the middle of this table with barbed wire, so as to ensure your personal safety."

When he finished speaking, all the policemen on the other side stopped their original movements, and the policemen who wanted to ask out loud also chose not to speak.

The policewoman's face turned pale, and she obviously knew that she had said the wrong thing.

"Thank you for coming to our Complaints Section."

After a few moments, another superintendent, with half-gray hair, stood up and spoke to him, and began to sort through the papers.

This sentence naturally means that this interrogation conversation has ended.

Zhang Pin stood up and saluted, then turned to leave.

But he had barely reached the door, and the white-haired superintendent called out to him again.

"By the way, the data you just said was not in the second quarter of this year, but ten years ago."

Zhang Pin stumbled, almost fell down, and began to complain about the lard guy in his heart.

"No wonder the newsstand business is so bad, it turns out that all the old newspapers are sold."

The data he just mentioned was indeed seen on the police report, but it was not on the way to the General Administration today, but on the newsstand when he usually went to work and fished.

Ahh

At this time, the lard guy, the owner of the newsstand he patrolled the street, suddenly sneezed loudly.

"Lard guy, today's new newspaper, fifty copies of each, is here."

A newspaper delivery worker rode an electric scooter and put the new newspaper on the kiosk before preparing to leave.

"Hey, wait, wait, do you have any extra old newspapers here, leave me a few."

The lard guy hurriedly shouted to the other party, and the staff was confused and picked up a few newspapers from under his butt and handed them to him.

"Why are you going to do old newspapers lately?"

"Someone always comes to me for nothing, and after the new newspaper is turned over, it will not sell well, so I simply use the old newspaper to fool him."

The lard guy looked shrewd, and sneezed several times in a row.

"Young people have the habit of looking at police calls, which is very good."

Fortunately, the other party just teased him, and didn't mean anything else.

Zhang Pin, who felt that he had won just now, could only walk out of the room with his head down.

Coming out of the General Administration, Zhang Pin found that his back was already soaked after a short confrontation just now.

"If it weren't for the uncertainty of not being a police officer, the system would be ineffective, and I don't want to be so restricted."

Ever since he wanted to embezzle the 70,000 yuan and then get the title of a black policeman, he vaguely guessed that this system was biased towards the righteous camp.

The world is so dangerous, if there is no system, he doesn't know if he can survive, so now it seems that the police still have to continue to be a policeman.

"Hit the street, I didn't even have a cup of tea when I came to the General Administration, and it was amazing to work in the General Administration."

He grumbled, then walked to a nearby convenience store, ready to buy a bottle of water to quench his thirst.

"Trouble you"

At the checkout counter of a supermarket next to him, a young man in an old plaid shirt shouted softly to the cashier's aunt.

"I'm busy!" The cashier aunt didn't raise her head and continued to count the next person's things.

"The number doesn't seem right."

The young man did not give up and handed over the receipt and two boxes of luncheon meat.

"The luncheon meat is at a special price of two pennies, and you charged five yuan more."

The aunt glanced at the label, and then looked at the special price sign written on it, and her face showed impatience.

"Oh, it's all in the account, you can take anything under five dollars."

The young man's expression was serious, and he was not swayed by the other party's words.

"I've bought everything I've ever bought."

The aunt became even more impatient, and the people in the queue behind her also showed disdain on their faces.

Zhang Pin, who was passing by, felt that this young man was quite conscious of saving money, so his walking pace slowed down.

However, at the insistence of the young man, the aunt still took out a five-yuan coin and slapped it heavily on the table.

"Uncle Tao, it's this guy, I heard the news from elsewhere, after our goods were blackened by a few Teochew guys, it was this guy who caught the Teochew guys."

Zhang Pin didn't know that when he was standing at the door of the supermarket watching the play, there was a group of people staring at him in the restaurant opposite.

"I heard the police didn't find the rest of the money?"

His temples had turned white, Zhu Tao, who was wearing a pair of glasses and a sven expression, looked at Zhang Pin who was standing at the door watching the excitement, and was slowly drinking a cup of tea in his hand.

"Yes, in addition to the more than one million at the scene, the more than three million money that was robbed by the Teochew Yankees have not been found."

"Only this guy entered the room at the scene, and now that the money is gone, it is likely that he took it."

Several of his subordinates looked angry, they were busy with their work, and they were picked up by this stinky policeman.

"One of the four Teochew guys died, and three more will definitely enter Stanley, and when the time comes, we will arrange people to go in and dare to eat our money, it's really enough to live."

Zhu Tao drank all the tea in the teacup, and then slammed the teacup on the table.

"Kill him for me, and next time I do business, I'll trade it myself."

Then he walked towards the top of the stairs, apparently trying to avoid suspicion.

Zhu Tao's subordinates opened their mouths, originally wanted to say that this is the gate of the police headquarters, and it is too arrogant to kill the police here.

But apparently Zhu Tao also knew about this, so he left early.

"What are you afraid of, anyway, there is no death penalty on Hong Kong Island, drink a bottle of wine and hit it, at most it will be squatting in Stanley for five years, and Uncle Tao's settlement fee will be sufficient anyway."