171 Mistake
"Adu!" Huang Zhiming saw Du Zhenghui pushing his temple with a gun, he took a step forward with an excited expression, raised his hand and urged him: "Don't do stupid things!"
"Huang Lie!" Adu smiled bitterly, wearing a military uniform and a police rank, and holding a police tent in his hand was to use the police 38.
This is his gun.
"I'm sorry, it's because I didn't do good things, which made it difficult for you to do, and gave the young and dandy a chance." Adu pressed the trigger with his index finger tightly, and then used a few more force to press the gun into his skin, and shouted: "But I'm not right!"
"I am a soldier, they are thieves. It is natural for the police to kill the young and dandy boys!" Adu opened his throat, hissing, trembling, and shouted loudly.
"Adu, put down your gun now, I'll take you back to the police station, there's still a chance for everything." Huang Zhiming suddenly stood up, retreated slightly, and shouted with a trembling expression.
The police officers raised all the guns, and now the target was so excited that they held the guns in their heads and could turn to them at any time. The front-line operation troops that faced criminals for many years were on their own safety.
Du Zhenghui, facing twenty black muzzles, had a crazy expression, like a madman, and shouted: "Put down the gun?"
"Why should I kill the thief by putting down my gun?"
He sniffed, and two lines of yellow tears still ran down his nostrils. He couldn't stop the drug addiction.
"I just killed criminals who broke the law, a group of bad guys! Falling out! What's wrong?" Du Zhenghui asked loudly: "Huang Lir, do you think I'm wrong? Why did you take me back to the police station? I'm an inspector, an inspector Du Zhenghui!"
Huang Zhiming couldn't help but burst into tears in his eyes and shouted excitedly: "Adu!"
"You were wrong!"
"You are just a policeman. The police's task is to arrest people, not kill people. Whether a person is guilty or not is the final decision of the judge!"
"You go back with me, I'll take care of your business!"
"Yellow private r!"
"You said, am I wrong?" Du Zhenghui became even more excited, trembling with his hands, holding his temples, his pupils filled with violence.
Huang Zhiming insisted: "You did it, Adu, you must admit it if you do something wrong. Just like the bad guy you caught, you should admit it too!"
"You recognize me, I still recognize you brother. Let's go and go back to the police station, I'll protect you!"
Huang Zhiming looked confident. As long as Adu returns to the police station with him, he will definitely save Adu. At least, he can plead with the judge. He will get contraband on the grounds of performing his tasks, resulting in adverse consequences. The judge must reduce his sentence at his discretion and take care of his relationship. Adu may not be able to keep him in touch for a few years...
At this time, Du Zhenghui seemed to have a group of ants biting in his bones. His body began to tremble wildly, his cheeks twitched, tears and snot flowed all over his face. He knelt down on his knees, still firmly with gun fingers, kneeling on the ground, crying and shouting, "Huang Pian..."
“Yellow private r…”
"Am I wrong? Am I wrong..."
Huang Zhiming opened his mouth in horror, and then shouted: "Adu!"
"You're right!"
Huang Zhiming had no more scruples in the flash, and he rushed towards Du Zhenghui who was ahead. However, a smile of relief appeared on the corner of Du Zhenghui's mouth, and he opened his mouth and said, "Sorry, private."
"I was wrong."
"Bang!"
A gunshot was heard by the bay.
Du Zhenghui used the last hint of clarity to pull the trigger decisively. The black and shiny dot, obviously, was properly maintained for many years. A bullet came out of the chamber, and after the short sound, it instantly penetrated the brain bone.
Du Zhenghui did not stop at all, so he fell to the left side and turned to the front of the wooden house in Tai Po.
A police officer with a heavy expression and lowered his muzzle with a solemn expression. The sea breeze slowly blew across the grass leaves on the ground, and a few sea birds flew away from afar. The afterglow of the sunset fell on the sea, and the sound of the waves was like songs and music.
Huang Zhiming stopped slowly and stood in front of Du Zhenghui's body. He looked a little dazed. He picked up a police gun that fell from the grassland, and knelt on the grassland with his side. He turned over the gun with his side. The gun number was: HP0728.
On August 7, 1974, a young man who graduated from a police school stepped into the Central Police Station in uniform, and Chief O personally taught this gun.
Huang Zhiming gently stroked the number engraved on the gun's body with his fingertips, sucked in deep air, and exhaled for a long time: "Adu, no matter what the judge said, you will always be a good policeman in my heart."
"Huang Lie, the people from Xinjie South Police District have arrived." At this time, a police officer put away his weapons and went forward to report that there were several more police cars on the sea cliff. Two teams of police officers were leading the way forward while smoking cigarettes and wearing jackets. Huang Zhiming silently put away his gun and said, "Cooperate with the other party to search for evidence. Take the evidence and the body back to the General Administration."
"yes, private!" In Huang Zhiming's heart, Adu was still a policeman, but in the eyes of the other policemen, Adu was undoubtedly an extremely dangerous criminal. How to deal with the process must be handled like this. Huang Zhiming, as the general inspector, is unable to change anything.
However, Huang Zhiming and a large number of police officers from the Xinjie Police Station arrived, which made the traitors who received the news evacuated silently. If Du Zhenghui was lucky, the only thing he was lucky was to leave a whole body.
However, when the New Territories team leader, Huang Zhiming and others searched for a large number of guns and weapons and white powder in the wooden house. The New Territories general inspector could not help throwing away the cigarette butts in front of Huang Zhiming, and cursed irritably: "Damn it, I'm dying, sucking so hard, it's damn."
When he found out that Huang Zhiming's face was wrong, he changed his words and said, "Hehe, Huang Li, this criminal is very fun."
It is undeniable that Du Zhenghui's behavior seriously violates the police force regulations and affects the image of the police force. Most of the loyal police force members will never have any sympathy for Du Zhenghui. They will feel that they are self-destructive and will not be cherished.
...
One week later.
Chinese cemetery in the New Territories.
Huang Zhiming was wearing a brown windbreaker and a round barrel hat of the same color. He held a bouquet of flowers in his arms. He raised his hand to take off his hat, bent down and placed the flowers in front of the tombstone.
On the tombstone, there was a policeman wearing a green military uniform with a serious expression and a straightforward expression. He had a smile on his lips, his eyes were bright and he looked straight ahead.
A few scattered flowers and a pile of burnt yellow paper were scattered in the tomb.
Huang Zhiming's tombstone raised his hand to salute and whispered to memorial: "Adu, I have obtained a compensation for your position. Although I have not obtained the welfare amount, it is fine for your sister to finish her studies. In a few years, your sister can graduate from college and can support her uncle to live in the old age and see her off."
"I will fulfill your long-cherished wish for you. If the first battle action is not over, I will always keep an eye on those young and dandy boys."
No!
Even if the first battle operation is over, there will be two battles and three battles!
Huang Zhiming's battle against the underworld will last for one day, and the underworld will last for one day.
Li Yongli was wearing military uniform and stood beside him, slapping, saluting the photo on the tombstone, and said, "Du Li!"
"I will definitely avenge you!"
"Hu..." In front of the tomb, the mountain wind swept across the ground, and a few petals flew away, like a response.
In the world, a group of communities are in the bottom of the world, and the strong people are frustrated and regretful at the 5 million flowers.
Guangming Photo Studio.
Hei Chai was wearing a white shirt, holding a dragon head stick in his hand, and sat in the main seat.
Yuanbao, Horse King, Fire Dragon, and all the big bottoms are in their place.
Zhang Guobin sat on a chair, wearing a suit and tie, stretched out his hand to hold up the teacup, drank a sip of tea, crossed his legs, cynically put down the teacup, played with the butterfly knife in his left hand, and looked at the club leaders in front of him.
Yuanbao covered his mouth with his left hand and picked his teeth with a bamboo stick with his right hand. It seemed as if he had just had a full meal. He smacked his lips: "Five millions of flowers are sprinkled out, and no one in the world can get it. Let the slap shoot at the head, and die easily. It's just a joke."
"However, I didn't expect that the killer was actually a policeman." Ma Wang interrupted.
"Is it true that our Yihai is so hated by the police?"
"This means the club's redness." Zhang Guobin shook his legs, rolled his eyes, and said carelessly: "If the club is not popular enough, I'll kill you if you don't hit anyone else?"
"Everyone should be happy."
"Haha." The landlord sneered.
"Do you want to spend the red flowers?" asked Ma Wang.
In the world, few of the blooms released are taken back.
Zhang Guobin grinned, "The bad guy works, give it to the bad guy!"
"No, Prince!" Yuanbao looked surprised: "Dianjie has a club that can give the messenger a red flower. How dare you accept it?"
"cut!"
"Brainless!"
Zhang Guobin scolded very unhappily: "Of course he dare not accept Huahong. If you send the donation to the police force and contribute to social security, the messenger will definitely accept it..."
"..." Yuanbao was speechless for a while. There were no young and gangsters rushing to give money to the police. Damn, wouldn't that give the bullets to the police and let the police blow your head?
Heibashi had a calm expression and pondered: "It's not impossible to give it to the police."
"Our Yihai sends out five million flowers. If we don't send it out, others will be awesome and humorous sea of lecture notes. Will the Yihai be amazed in the future?"
"Everyone goes to invite the killer to attack the black gun!"
"Since the police force has done something, I'll give it to the police force. Five million of real money will be smashed out. Whoever dares to shoot black guns in the future will have to consider Yi Hai's silver bullet!"
Zhang Guobin agreed: "That's right... What we want is a public opinion effect when we smash silver bullets. If no one receives the money, will you remember Yihai's domineeringness in two years?"
"We even sent it to the police. When it was heard, it shocked a large number of people. At least within five years, no one dared to be as fierce as Yihai's silver bullet."
"Ba!Ba!Ba!" Zhang Guobin applauded with both hands and stretched out his hand and said, "Yuanbao, Ma Wang, grandpa, you've paid for it!"
Yuanbao smacked his lips and said a little unwillingly: "I'll transfer your bank account."
This time, when I learned that Feilinzi was not dead, the King of Ma and Yuanbao were a little bit shrunk. It was at least one million Hong Kong papers. However, Yuanbao agreed, and the King of Ma was not easy to refuse. He immediately said, "Brother Prince, I will transfer you later!"
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Chapter completed!