Chapter 28 Dandy

"who?"

The old policeman's eyes were like eagles, as if there was a flash of light. From his appearance, there was no indication that he was over fifty. On the contrary, he was more energetic than some policemen in their thirties.

"That's the person." As he said that, the policeman from the Intelligence Division handed the old policeman a thick bag of information.

"Li Xiaoming? Why does this person sound so familiar?" Director Zhang touched his hair, but for a while he couldn't remember the second floor.

"Li Xiaoming, male, 24 years old, graduated from XX University in H City. After graduation, he worked as a delivery boy, but recently resigned to join Jinxiu Group as assistant to the president..."

Snapped!

Director Zhang slapped his thigh and suddenly remembered who this very familiar Li Xiaoming was.

"Isn't this the young man that Zhang Wannian asked him to keep an eye on last time?" Director Zhang rolled his eyes and thought to himself, "How can this boy get into trouble so much?"

"Is there any way you can get him to the police station for questioning?" Director Zhang tapped the table with his right hand and said thoughtfully.

"Can't we just summon him directly?"

Someone below answered in a nonchalant manner.

Director Zhang stared at him until the latter felt a little embarrassed and had to change his words, "We can try subpoena."

Although this answer has similar meaning to the first one, the tone is completely different.

Director Zhang nodded with satisfaction.

"Wait a minute, let's clarify our thoughts first." Director Zhang stopped everyone's discussion and said loudly, "Let's set it up. The bombings and shootings were all committed by the same person, or in other words, the same group of people. Because. And this Li Xiaoming is probably a victim."

The people below couldn't help but nod. From now on, this is the most reasonable explanation.

"This also explains why this Li Xiaoming always appears at the crime scene." Before Director Zhang could finish speaking, the phone on the table rang. After seeing who was coming, he said, "Excuse me." He rushed out with his cell phone in hand.

By the time Director Zhang came back, three minutes had passed.

"Wait a minute, I have good news and bad news to tell you." Director Zhang said solemnly.

"The good news is that Li Xiaoming is heading to the police station. Not only was he present at today's shooting, but he was also the target of the gunman." Director Zhang said that he did not believe it. Li Xiaoming's most impressive identity and achievements were only Jinxiu. He is just the assistant to the president of the group. If this status can attract the attention of the killer, then how come Zhang Wannian has lived for decades without any movement?

"We can now rule out that Li Xiaoming was shot because of his special identity, but we cannot completely rule out the possibility that he has some other identity that we don't know about, but this possibility is very, very small." Director Zhang Word by word, "The bad news is that Officer Han was injured and is currently receiving treatment at the City's No. 3 Armed Police Hospital. Fortunately, he was only shot in the thigh. He will be fine after resting in bed for a while."

Old Han was injured? !

There were whispers among the police. After hearing that Lao Han only injured his thigh, most of them breathed a sigh of relief. It's okay, otherwise the police force would have lost another general.

"Find two senior police officers to go with me to ask Li Xiaoming. Remember, don't say what you shouldn't say, and don't say less what you should say. Who will come?" Director Zhang was looking forward to someone volunteering.

As soon as he finished speaking, several policemen raised their hands, which made Lao Zhang feel relieved.

"Old Li, Old Liu, it's just the two of you." Director Zhang is also quite satisfied with his two capable men. They have proven their worth in countless interrogations.

"It's really difficult." Li Xiaoming leaned his head against the car window, wondering if he could rely on the power of the police to deal with those killers in the future.

When he arrived at the police station, Li Xiaoming got out of the car, followed the little policeman, and walked into a room. There was already a person sitting inside. He was about the same age as Li Xiaoming, but his face was full of impatience. When he saw someone coming in, he first showed his face. He was happy, but then he realized that he didn't know these two people, and a burst of anger quickly rose on his face.

"You still dare to lock me up?! Don't you want to do it anymore?" The young man pointed at the young policeman angrily, "Get out of the way quickly, I want to get out!"

As he said that, the young man pushed the young policeman. The young policeman seemed to know that the young man in front of him was not easy to mess with. He laughed twice and said, "Master Li Sheng, there is nothing we can do. Your father will give it to us personally." I told you that I will never let you go. If you leave, it will be hard for us to explain."

"Get out of here!" Li Sheng was so angry that he picked up his fist and threw it at the young policeman's face. He was about to hit the punch, but was caught firmly by a hand.

"Brother, if you hit the police, it will be even harder to get out. Haha, I have never seen a prisoner who is as awesome as you." The one who caught the fist was naturally Li Xiaoming. His eyelids raised. It seemed Mr. Li Sheng's background is not simple. He dared to beat the police in the police station.

Li Sheng ignored Li Xiaoming's constant madness.

The young policeman glanced at Li Xiaoming gratefully. If Li Sheng really wanted to beat him, he would have no choice but to hide. Unless he didn't want to do it anymore, it would be difficult to deal with it even if Director Zhang came forward.

"I care about you so much! It's almost suffocating me to death. Get out of here! Let me go for a walk!"

The young policeman had no choice but to finally open the door and let Li Sheng go out. Just take a walk. He couldn't run out anyway.

"Who is this person?" Li Xiaoming asked curiously.

"He's just a dandy. He has some power in his family and some bad money." The young policeman rubbed his eyes and said sheepishly, "We small-time policemen are caught in the middle. We can't offend both sides, so we have to suffer on our own." .”

"It's too arrogant." Li Xiaoming found a seat to sit down and poured himself a glass of water.

"Just wait here for a while. There is a meeting in the police station now. When the meeting is over, someone will come to find you." As the young policeman spoke, Li Sheng came back.

Sure enough, as he said, the people outside were not as easy to talk to as this little policeman, and they would beat him up if they disagreed. Li Sheng said that a good man will not suffer the immediate disadvantages, and hurriedly slipped back.

Li Sheng looked bored. He would look around here and there, put his feet somewhere, and kept swearing in his mouth, looking like he was crazy.

"You, go get me a glass of water." Li Sheng watched Li Xiaoming drink all the water in the cup, and suddenly felt a little thirsty, and said fiercely.

Li Xiaoming happened to walk to the water dispenser, so he took a quilt and poured a glass of water for Li Sheng and handed it over.

Li Sheng nodded with satisfaction, thinking that Li Xiaoming listened to him because he was afraid of him. It seemed that his domineering spirit had increased a lot, he thought happily.

"Hey, come and beat my legs." After saying that, Li Sheng slumped down on the chair, as if he had no bones.

Li Xiaoming was a little happy. This kid was probably spoiled at home. When he went outside, he still thought he was the best in the world.

Of course he wouldn't beat someone else's legs. He just drank the water in the cup and sat on the chair to rest.

Li Sheng waited for a while and found that no one came to beat his legs, so he opened his eyes and saw Li Xiaoming sitting calmly on a chair with his eyes closed, obviously not taking his words seriously.

"Are you tired of living?" Li Sheng was obviously not a person who could control his temper. As he spoke, he waved his fist and rushed towards Li Xiaoming. He wanted to teach this arrogant guy a lesson.

But he seemed to have forgotten that he was the most arrogant person.

Li Xiaoming looked at the soft fist and didn't bother to hide at all. He just raised his right hand and caught Li Sheng's fist with one palm. He opened his eyes and said, "Don't think of me as your father. I will spoil you in everything." , but if you insist on being my son, then I will be disrespectful."

Li Sheng gritted his teeth and punched again.

Bang!

Snapped!

It's a pity that no matter how he hits, he will be blocked by Li Xiaoming. Even if a few punches land on Li Xiaoming, they won't hurt.

"When I get out, I will kill you!" Li Shengzhan understood that his three-legged cat's reach was no match for Li Xiaoming in front of him. He rolled his eyes twice and said, let Li Xiaoming go first. In fact, he walked around behind Li Xiaoming, quietly picked up an ashtray on the table and leaned over.

Li Xiaoming naturally knew what Li Sheng was going to do. His original intention was not to offend others unless he offends me, but now Li Sheng has put his face close to his, and it seems that he can't do it if he doesn't slap him.

"Hmph, let's see if it's your head or the ashtray that's hard." Li Sheng felt happy in his heart, as if he saw Li Xiaoming kneeling down and begging for mercy. Anyway, if anything happens, his father will take care of him. He doesn't have to worry about anything.

But what happened was counterproductive. Before the ashtray in his hand touched Li Xiaoming's head, his neck was pinched first. Then he felt a huge force coming from him, and his whole body became lighter. Li Xiaoming lifted the whole thing up with one hand, and his feet were almost thirty centimeters off the ground.

Bang!

The ashtray in Li Sheng's hand fell to the ground with a sound. Someone was pinching his neck, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly. His legs twisted wildly and wanted to kick Li Xiaoming, but how could Li Xiaoming let him succeed so easily? , the strength on the hand gradually increased.

"Let me go! Let go of...me!"

...

Director Zhang was sitting alone in his office, thinking about his next plan, but he didn't notice someone walking into his room.

"Who?! Didn't you knock on the door when you came in?" He looked back, only to find a pile of documents on his desk, but the person who came had disappeared without a trace.

"What's going on? Running so fast?" Director Zhang muttered, picking up the pile of documents and starting to look through them. The more he turned, the deeper his frown deepened.