soon----
The Ford stopped at the door of the police station, and the guard guarding the door ran out immediately, puffed out his chest, and saluted the car.
The cross-eyed man got out of the passenger seat of the car, ran to the back and opened the door.
Snapped!
The black leather shoes fell to the ground, and a slightly squat middle-aged man got out of the car. He had a lion's nose and a wide mouth, triangular eyes, and a smile at the corner of his mouth. No matter how you looked at it, he looked harmless to humans and animals.
Needless to say, this person is Inspector Hua from Kowloon District, Yan Xiong.
"Don't disturb the people!" Yan Xiong adjusted his suit and said with a smile, "I am a detective, not a robber! Hey, Dou Chongqiang, go call those vendors over -----"
The cross-eyed man hurriedly went to make arrangements.
Soon those vendors came over. The Ford car passed by just now, and their fruit stalls and Xirong stalls were somewhat damaged.
Without saying anything, Yan Xiong took out a wad of banknotes from his arms and distributed them to the vendors himself: "I'm sorry, it was my men who were reckless! This money should be used as compensation!"
Those vendors did not expect that the other party was so polite and approachable, so they hurriedly bowed their hands and said frankly that Inspector Yan was a good person.
Yan Xiong smiled and spoke to the crowd: "I, Mr. Yan, have always set an example. As a police officer, I must serve the people, abide by my duties, and uphold justice..."
The people applauded continuously.
Not far away, a media reporter with a camera hanging around his neck took photos of Yan Xiong.
Yan Xiong spoke a few words impassionedly, then gave some instructions to the fighting cock beside him and got into the car.
Fighting Chicken winked to the side.
The eight plainclothes men immediately found those who had received the money and demanded all the money they had just given out. In the dumbfounded eyes of those people, all the money was handed over to Dou Chongqiang.
Douji Qiang got into the car with a flattering smile on his face, and handed the money to Yan Xiong: "Master Yan, your money!"
Yan Xiong patted Dou Chongqiang's head and said with a smile: "There is a future!" He put the money in his arms and said, "Where are the reporters, are you ready?"
"It's done. As you requested, he took a lot of photos. They will be on the front page tomorrow!"
"Hahaha!" Yan Xiong laughed and bit into a cigar: "Lei Luo is talking about disturbing people in the street, so I'll show it to him!"
"Of course Lei Luo can't beat you! After all, you are also a big boss in Kowloon. How dare you disobey you?" Douji Qiang complimented him while helping him light his cigarette.
Yan Xiong took a puff of his cigar and puffed out the smoke: "By the way, today is the day that my godson Buck Tooth Horse reports for duty. Please greet me later! I am also his godfather after all. Find him a better one." Errand!"
"Got it!" Doujiqiang looked envious, wondering where that bastard named Bucktooth Ju got his good fortune.
"Okay, let's drive!" Yan Xiong leaned back on his seat, showing off his boss attitude.
The Ford drove slowly into the police station.
At the gate, the guard stood at attention and saluted. When the vehicle disappeared, he breathed a sigh of relief and deflated his belly.
He was full of awe for Yan Xiong.
They seem harmless to humans and animals, but they are cruel and ruthless!
person name,
Smiling tiger!
…
In the store, Du Yongxiao had a panoramic view of everything.
The fat boss rested his elbows on the counter, biting the Marlboro that Du Yongxiao gave him. Looking at the miserable vendors, he said with a sneer: "These guys are all idiots! Their heads grow to their buttocks! That Yan Xiong is Who are they? Will they give them money for no reason? They are just acting, who can’t do it?"
"You don't like these vendors very much?"
"Of course! These vendors are shouting on both sides of the street all day long. You are selling fruits, and they are selling wontons. They are shouting at the top of their lungs. I am tired of hearing them! Also, look at the ground. They are also attracted by them. It’s so dirty that there’s no place to put your feet! I’m going to beat your lungs, sometimes I step on banana peels when I go out!” The fat boss’s face was full of disdain, and his eyes were full of dissatisfaction with these poor vendors.
Du Yongxiao laughed and said nothing when he heard what he said.
The fat boss became even more enthusiastic and grinned: "Besides, this Yan Xiong is really not a thing! Because he is Inspector Hua, he is usually arrogant and domineering. When he comes to my place, he always gives me credit, not to mention cigarettes and wine. Forget it, I’ll give the most expensive wine on credit—I’ll give it to his mother on credit!”
"But I saw that he was smiling and seemed very easy-going."
"You're so easy-going! You're just pretending to show off to others! Do you know what his nickname is? Smiling Tiger! His smile hides his knife, and he kills people without blood!"
"Oh, so fierce?"
"Of course it's vicious!" The fat boss gently crushed the cigarette out. He couldn't bear to throw away the butt of the cigarette, and carefully wrapped it in paper. "Someone once offended him, and a whole family was kidnapped and thrown into the sea. Now even the body has not been found!"
"No way, he is a policeman!"
"What kind of bad guy? To put it mildly, he is called a bad guy with bad cards, but to put it worse, he is a scoundrel, a bastard, worse than a ruffian!" The fat boss became more and more angry as he talked, and even Yan Xiong's eighteen generations of ancestors began to scold him.
Du Yongxiao waited until the fat boss finished scolding him, then smiled, put out his cigarette and threw it on the ground, crushed it with his toes, and then put his hand into his arms -----
"Oh, Chenghui! A pack of cigarettes costs two and a half yuan!" The fat boss thought Du Yongxiao was going to pay the bill, so he stretched out his hands cheerfully.
What Du Yongxiao took out from his arms was not his wallet, but his ID—the ID of a plainclothes police officer!
"Excuse me, boss, how much does it cost?" Du Yongxiao waved his ID in front of the boss with a big smile.
The fat boss's eyes almost popped out. At this moment, he wanted to die. He never expected that Du Yongxiao was not a noble man, but a bad guy!
"Why didn't you say you were a policeman?" the fat boss cried.
"You shouldn't worry about this now, right?"
"Yes, you're right!" The fat boss opened the cash box very wisely, reluctantly took out three hundred yuan from it, and handed it to Du Yongxiao: "Is it enough?"
"Detective Yan Xiongyan is my commander, and I respect him very much!"
The fat boss had no choice but to take out two more and handed them to Du Yongxiao: "Five hundred, it's already a lot!"
"Inspector Yan is a man who must retaliate! If he learns that Your Excellency just scolded him like that----"
The fat boss hurriedly took out another hundred and stuffed it in: "Six hundred, no more!"
"May I ask the boss's family and whether they like to go to sea?"
The fat boss's eyes darkened, and he took out a few more and handed them to Du Yongxiao: "It's one thousand, please spare me!"
Du Yongxiao stuffed the money into his arms, patted his pockets, and spoke righteously to the fat boss: "Believe me, I'm not that kind of person! But I also know that if I don't accept the money, you will have trouble sleeping and eating. , so I had to reluctantly ---- by the way, order a few more cups of milk tea for me, you should know better than me how many people there are in Inspector Yan’s office! As for my cup, it’s free!"
After Du Yongxiao finished speaking, he nodded to his boss, then turned and walked towards the police station.
The fat boss behind him beat his chest and said: "One thousand yuan, just gone like this? It belongs to your mother!"
"What did you say?" Du Yongxiao turned around.
"Oh, let me ask you if you want sugar in your milk tea?"
Du Yongxiao waved his hand without looking back: "Whatever!"
