Chapter 11 Complaints Section Question
“Let me come, let me come.”
The anti-gangster group sergeant who was following behind him, his eyes lit up, and he ran up to stop him Noticing Song Zijie's actions, he reached out and picked up the package.
He did not expect that a troublesome job of accompanying the Complaints Bureau to find someone would actually lead to an unexpected gain.
Zhang Pin didn't say anything more. The patrol officer had no right to follow up on drug cases. He ran directly up the stairs, ready to find marijuana.
The people in the Complaints Section did not expect that just a task of finding someone would lead to a drug transaction scene. Looking at the package of things in the hands of the police chief, it was obviously a lot.
However, this matter had nothing to do with their job duties. After helping the anti-gangster chief to handcuff this guy, they also climbed upstairs.
Due to the delay in the previous conversation, when several people went upstairs one after another, Cannabis Cheng was no longer visible.
Zhang Pin did not give up and walked around the edge of the building to check. He even took out some 38 points and peeked over the edge from time to time.
The people in the Complaints Department were very calm. The guy wearing glasses took out his mobile phone and started making a call, obviously preparing to report to his superiors.
"Climb up slowly and don't make any other moves that cause me to misunderstand. I will shoot at any time."
The people from the Complaints Department saw his appearance and hurriedly walked towards this side. One boldly stuck his head out.
Then I saw Marijuana Chengzheng holding a rope with both hands and falling on the edge of the building. Looking at the other person like this, it was obvious that he had been prepared for it.
Jiangan Cheng was pointed at Dian Sanba, but he did not dare to act rashly.
"Sir, be careful of the gun going off. I stand up now."
"Cannabis, we are from the Complaints Division. Now we suspect that you are related to a case of police beating someone. Please cooperate with us."
The Complaints Division policeman who stuck his head out suddenly spoke up. He was originally very nervous. After feeling the cannabis, his face immediately relaxed.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, I was beaten by the police. I want to call the police. I want to call the police.”
After learning that it was someone from the Complaints Against Police Department, he became bolder again. It got bigger, and I stood up quickly, trying to turn around.
It is naturally impossible for Zhang Pin to let him be so arrogant.
"That bag of white powder you just traded is probably white powder. How is the purity? It should be enough to sentence you to life imprisonment."
Cannabis Cheng, who had just relaxed, thought about the fact that his transaction was seen by the other party, and his face suddenly changed again. He became nervous, and then he suddenly saw that he seemed not too far away from the building next door.
Hey!
So he gritted his teeth and kicked hard on the window sill at the edge of the building. He was in mid-air, obviously preparing to jump to the opposite building and run away.
Bang!
A spark appeared at 38:00. It was of course impossible to miss at such a close distance.
The bullet entered the back of Marijuana Cheng's head, flew out through his mouth, and landed on the building opposite. The sound of the bullet bounced and clanked very loudly at this moment.
Bang! Wow!
“Ahhhhh!”
“It’s dead, it’s dead!”
Cannabis Cheng's body paused in the air for a moment, and then fell directly downwards, hitting a stall selling fish balls. Dense gaps appeared in the transparent glass, and then blood seeped through the gaps into the fish balls being cooked below. inside the pot.
The originally off-white soup quickly turned brown due to the addition of blood, and the tender white fish balls floating in the soup were also dyed black.
The added blood also lowered the temperature of the soup. The fish balls floating on the surface never floated again after sinking to the bottom.
“Who asked you to shoot?”
The Complaints Division policeman wearing glasses looked at the chaotic streets and asked angrily on the rooftop.
Zhang Pin focused all his attention on the .38 that still had smoke coming out. When the barrel of the gun cooled down a little, he put the gun back into the holster on his waist, and then pressed the intercom to report to the main station.
“Thank you for taking the time to come to the Complaints Office after get off work.”
It was already night outside, but the police headquarters was still brightly lit. There was a row of people sitting directly opposite. At a glance, The epaulettes all have flowers.
The person who spoke was the man with glasses from the Complaints and Complaints Department who was watching Zhang Pin shoot from the rooftop. His words were naturally directed at Zhang Pin opposite him. Although the word was "Thank you" in words, there was no hint of gratitude in the tone.
"It's not easy to invite you here. I don't know what level you are, Wan Chai Police Station uniformed patrol sergeant Zhang Pin."
Although the man with glasses said in a bad tone, he still followed the instructions. Police example, the person who spoke behind was a female police officer, and she didn’t even try to hide it.
"I'm sorry, I was on vacation some time ago and just went to work today. No, I rushed over immediately after receiving your notice."
Zhang Pin didn't pay attention to the other party's tone. He sat upright. , but what he said was not so pleasant.
Some people on the opposite side were angry for a while, but they couldn't find anything wrong with him. After all, this time at least he was summoned as a matter of routine.
"I think there is no need to say more about the reason why we summoned you."
The policewoman could only continue to apply pressure, and her tone became even more rude.
"No, of course it is necessary. Today is my first day at work. What did your complaint department want to do with me? I didn't beat up the drug dealer."
The other party is not polite, and of course he cannot comply. Come with the other person.
Sure enough, the policewoman became furious, and what she wanted to continue to say was blocked in her stomach. So she turned her head and gestured towards the man with glasses.
"From March this year to now, in less than three months, you shot and killed five people."
The man with glasses picked up the information in his hand and read from the script with evasive eyes. He didn't know if he thought of something. A picture of people being afraid.
"They are all criminals, and my shooting is justified."
The policewoman suddenly interrupted at this time.
"Since you became the Sheriff, you killed four people in one month, and every one of them was in the head."
There are many traps hidden in her words.
"Sorry, the situation is urgent, I didn't think too much about it."
Zhang Pin did not specifically defend this point.
"Have you ever regretted it?"
The policewoman continued to follow up.
"Every time I shoot, I write a report and do a psychological evaluation."
Zhang Pin is very serious.
"This is not an answer."
The policewoman obviously refused to let him go.
“No, I don’t regret it.”
"Don't you dream about those people when you sleep, those people whose bodies were exploded by you?"
It turns out that they were going to start from psychological problems.
"It is natural for the police to arrest thieves."
Zhang Pin spoke after a moment of silence.
“You think you represent justice and can directly try those criminals and sentence them to death. I have read your information. Your parents were both killed by criminals. Is there any personal factor in why you hate criminals so much? Inside.”
As a result, this answer did not silence the policewoman, but pressed her even harder.
This time Zhang Pin remained silent for longer, and the scene became tense.
(End of this chapter)