Chapter 880 Inheritance
In the office, Jiang Zhuolin flipped through the interrogation records page by page, his face even uglier than the Thirteenth Brother who suddenly heard that he had lost 600 million.
Seeing him like this, Chu Heng grinned unkindly and asked, "How's it going, Uncle Jiang, have all those guys been recruited?"
" See for yourself.”
Jiang Zhuolin threw the interrogation record over with a dark face, closed his eyes in annoyance, and his temples jumped up and down, as if there were grasshoppers hiding in them.
"It looks pretty exciting!"
Chu Heng picked up the records with a smile, flipping through them one by one, clicking his tongue.
As he expected, the things in this interrogation record were really exciting!
It is inconvenient to elaborate on the specific content.
I can only tell you that a large group of people are about to take over!
But these have nothing to do with Chu Heng. He can basically confirm that his mother Yu'an has also been taken care of. The finishing work belongs to Jiang Zhuolin.
Yes.
After reading almost half of it, he was too lazy to flip through it anymore. He closed the book and threw it back. Then he lighted a cigarette leisurely and the old god said calmly: "Forget it, what's left is I won’t watch it if it’s downloaded Anyway, I can't blend in. Please do more if you can."
"I hope you can blend in." Jiang Zhuolin sighed feebly, took the notebook and stuffed it into the drawer. Locked cautiously.
“I don’t want to get involved in such nonsense.” Chu Heng bared his teeth in gloating, and said after a moment of silence: “By the way, Uncle Jiang, I’ve basically finished this, and I’ll be back in a few days. It’s 49 cities. I plan to serve wine at the sugar factory tonight. Then all the comrades in the bureau will come. You guys have been busy for so long and you need to give them a good reward.”
"In the evening..." Jiang Zhuolin just wanted to relax. He hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, let's do it at six o'clock. I'll ask them to hurry up and finish the finishing work in the afternoon."
"That's it, let's see you tonight."
Chu Heng stood up with a smile, walked to the bed, picked up Gou Wazi, who was sitting on it like a puppet, and took him with him Then Cenhao left the office.
The three of them came down from upstairs and came all the way to Volga.
Just as he was about to get in the car, Chu Heng suddenly paused, turned around and stuffed Gou Wazi into Cen Hao's arms, and said, "You two have fun in the car for a while, I have something to do."< br>
With that said, he turned around and ran towards the office.
This guy who cares about food but not fights wants to bring Deng Haoran up for trial.
The ecstasy in that guy's hand can be considered an intangible cultural heritage. We have to protect and pass it on, right?
A moment later.
Chu Heng returned to the office. After Jiang Zhuolin learned about his grandson's plan, he rejected it on the spot.
"Do you think you have a long life? Have you forgotten what happened to you last night? Are you still here? Come on!"
"Oh, Uncle Jiang, that's just an example, just give me Let me go through the formalities, I promise nothing will happen!”
This guy licked his face and kept stalking.
Jiang Zhuolin was so troubled that he finally had no choice but to give him a set of interrogation procedures. However, to be on the safe side, he arranged for four police officers to accompany him to the backyard detention room.
“Why are you here again?”
When Old Chen saw this guy reappearing, his face turned black. The incident that his grandson made last night made him feel embarrassed and he was scolded by Jiang Zhuolin like crazy!
“Hey, you’re tired.”
Chu Heng handed him the procedures with a smile on his face, and also handed him a box of cigarettes.
"What kind of monster are you trying to make?" Lao Chen looked at the formalities with a grimace and saw Jiang Zhuolin's signature and seal on them. He was immediately relieved. Since the big boss agreed, even if it was It has nothing to do with him if something goes wrong!
So, without saying a word, Old Chen led them to the detention room inside.
At this time, the two detention rooms were very busy. The remnants of Mu Yu'an's gang were all locked in here, and they were mostly injured, and they were lying on the bunk, humming.
When they were arresting people last night, the police officers were still restrained and did not do anything to get out of the cabinet. Chu Heng and his gang didn't care about that. They just held them down and punched and kicked them, and then they let it go. Let’s take a look at how angry I have been during this period.
"Wow!"
At this time, Lao Chen took out a bunch of keys and opened the large iron door of the detention room. However, he was a little arrogant and did not open the door immediately. After taking out the gun from his waist, he opened the door with a vigilant look and walked in first with the gun in hand.
Chu Heng and the others were not much better. They all took out their guns and followed him into the detention room. They were all scared...
Everyone in the room looked confused when they saw their formation.
What is this for?
Are you going to be shot?
What should I do?
"Deng Haoran!"
While they were thinking wildly, Lao Chen expressionlessly pointed his gun at a short, thin, dark-skinned old man huddled in the corner.
"Arrived!"
Deng Haoran stood up tremblingly and got off the bed.
Then, he was tied up by Lao Chen with a confused look on his face.
That’s right, it’s a bundle!
Three pairs of handcuffs and two pairs of leg cuffs, all put on.
In the end, Deng Haoran even struggled to walk.
"It's much safer this time."
Old Chen looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, and then gently pushed Deng Haoran: "Let's go!"
"Yes!"
Deng Haoran lowered his head speechlessly and looked at the guy on his body, then raised his head and looked at the several pistols that almost hit his face, almost crying.
No, why did you use such a big battle to hold me, a rotten old man buried in the dirt?
I am not my mother Yuan.
But there was no way. Now that the situation was stronger than others, he could only hold on. After sighing helplessly, he lowered his head and moved with difficulty, dragging the heavy shackles slowly. Come out of the holding cell.
More than ten minutes passed.
Chu Heng and the others pressed Deng Haoran to the interrogation room.
After a scare, the old man honestly explained the art of ecstasy. It took him more than half an hour to write a pamphlet.
“Wow!”
In the interrogation room, Chu Heng frowned and looked at the book in his hand, feeling very disappointed with this so-called ecstasy.
This bullshit ecstasy actually involves using drugs to charm people, and then using various psychological hints and explicit instructions to change the person's memory. After the effect of the drug wears off, the memory will change back.
Somewhat useful, but not much...
Disappointed, Chu Heng folded the booklet and stuffed it into his pocket. He glanced at Deng Haoran, who was sitting listlessly on the interrogation chair, and thought. Suddenly asked: "I remember you are still a native master, right?"
"Yes." Deng Haoran, who had long since given up the idea of resisting, nodded weakly.
“How many years have you been working?”
"I followed my father to the grave when I was more than ten years old. It has been more than sixty years now."
"I must have stolen a lot of treasures. Do you still have some in stock?"< br>
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“Four-nine cities!”
(End of this chapter)