Kowloon District, Hong Kong—

Du Chunmei was driving a white Mercedes-Benz sedan and was talking to Song Zhichao on his mobile phone.

At this time, two vans, one black and one white, were sandwiched the Mercedes-Benz sedan in the middle, one in front and one behind.

Du Chunmei didn't care much.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

The white van behind him hit him directly.

Before Du Chunmei could step on the brakes, the black van in front suddenly stopped, and then another bang, Du Chunmei's Mercedes-Benz hit the rear of the black van in front again.

Three cars collided, and white smoke was emitting on this remote road.

Du Chunmei had no time to continue talking to Song Zhichao, so she got off the car to check.

At this time, people also got out of the two vans in front and behind.

A young man who got off the black van was wearing a denim jacket and looked flowing;

The white van got off the white van with a sloppy and vulgar curly haired young man with a toothpick in his mouth. When he saw Du Chunmei, he accused her: "Why did you drive? Do you have eyes?"

Du Chunmei: "No, it's because your car hit me. Are you still the evil ones complaining first?"

"Which eye did you see it was me who hit you?" Curly hair said unhappily, then pointed to the white hair, "Did you see it?"

Baimao laughed and said, "Of course I saw it. She called and drove the car, violating the traffic law. You and I are both victims, and I are not afraid even if I call the police!"

Du Chunmei looked at the cell phone in her hand, and then looked at the proud white hair and curly hair. She had been a lawyer for so long that she knew that the other party was definitely looking for trouble on purpose.

"OK, just as you said, I was wrong to call me, so now the matter has come out, how should I solve it?" Du Chunmei calmed down and asked.

"How to solve it? We need to discuss it carefully. Although our car is not very valuable, it is also a tool for supporting our family and making a living. What are the repair costs, loss of work, and mental losses? It should be given to you at least tens of thousands!" Curly hair said with gritted her toothpick and squinted her eyes.

"Hundreds of thousands? You are clearly extorting like this!" Who is Du Chunmei? She is no longer the country girl before. She is a lawyer with a lawyer qualification certificate. She has never seen any case or any scene. These two gangsters regard her as something and dare to speak nonsense like this.

"Beautiful girl, don't talk nonsense, I'm so scared!" Curly hair patted her chest and pretended to be scared.

"Yes, I don't know if he is sick, but I have a heart disease. You hit my car just now and my heart almost broke out - Oh, no, there is something wrong with my heart!" Baimao fell to the ground like an act, covering her heart, looking like she was about to die.

Du Chunmei knew that she had met a scoundrel.

Immediately picked up the phone and wanted to call the Hong Kong police call "999".

"What are you doing?" Curly eyes and quick hands, he suddenly reached out and snatched the phone from Du Chunmei's hand.

"Since you don't want to reconcile, of course I will call the police!" Du Chunmei said without fear, "When the police come, see how they decide, I'm all OK!"

Curly smiled, smiling sinisterly, and directly reached out and pulled open the back cover of the phone, took out the battery, threw it away casually, and said, "Sorry, now you have no battery and the phone can't be connected, what should I do? Haha!"

Du Chunmei's face turned cold: "What do you want to do?"

"What are you doing?" Before Curly Hair could speak, the white hair, who was lying on the ground pretending to be sick, suddenly turned over and smiled with a naughty smile: "Of course, I'm communicating with you!"

Curly hair also smiled and said, "Yes, we brothers know how to be kind to you! Look at you as beautiful as a girl and so pretty... You might as well find a good place for us to communicate well. Maybe we can even need compensation if we become good friends!"

Du Chunmei's eyes sternly, and she was not afraid of the filthy words of curly and white hair. Instead, she said sternly: "Do you know that just based on what you said just now, I can accuse you of harassment and threats?"

"Haha, I didn't expect that beautiful girl, you have such a big temper!"

"Yes, have we scratched you? Have you threatened you? If you have any, come up with evidence!"

Du Chunmei: "What do you want?"

Curly and white hair stopped laughing and said in a playful tone: "It's not so good, it's just that our boss wants you to go there!"

...

More than ten minutes later—

Wow wow wow!!!

Three police cars parked at the scene of the accident.

Only the black Mercedes-Benz sedan that was hit was left at the scene, both Du Chunmei and others in the accident were gone.

As a new female inspector, Huang Jiahui is very disdainful of such accidents.

She is the female inspector of the serious crime team, but she was assigned to handle such a small case.

In Huang Jiahui's view, it is enough to just hand over such a small case to the transportation department for handling, but the superiors ordered that the matter was serious and an elite like her had to follow up.

Huang Jiahui agrees with the evaluation of "elite". After all, she is only twenty-eight years old and has been in the position of senior female inspector of the Crime Team. There is no other word to describe except being "elite".

What's more, in addition to being quick to handle cases, she is also very beautiful and is known as the flower of the Kowloon Crime Team in Hong Kong.

As for what she said last time, "This matter is important", Huang Jiahui did not agree at all.

Because Huang Jiahui knew that the reason why her superiors attached so much importance to this case was entirely because of the person who called the police.

The person who called the police was Song Zhichao, the famous Hong Kong tycoon in Hong Kong.

Huang Jiahui has always sneered at this type of Hong Kong tycoon.

As a female policeman and a female policeman in the Crime Team, she has seen so-called "Hong Kong tycoons" who are so hypocritical and seeking fame.

To put it bluntly, isn’t it just that there is a few bad money? I really think that if you have money, you can do whatever you want and use the police force?!

Because he is full of prejudice against a "Hong Kong tycoon" like Song Zhichao, Huang Jiahui is not enthusiastic about this case. She feels that it is a trivial matter to help the rich find a dog or a cat. It is not at all challenging and is simply a waste of taxpayers' money.

Getting out of the police car, Huang Jiahui shrugged her nose, then took out a handkerchief and covered her nose and sneeze.

Not long ago, she stayed up late to solve a murder case and accidentally got infected with the cold. She has been snot and sneezing these days, making her feel uncomfortable all over.

Next to her, Abang, a police officer who was her follower, hurriedly hid far away when he saw Inspector Huang start sneezing again, for fear of being infected.

Huang Jiahui frowned, "Why are you hiding so far? Come here, no one will die!"

"No, Madam! I have very low immunity, so it's better to keep a little distance on the safe side!" Abang said aggrievedly.

Huang Jiahui hooked at him: "OK, now I will give you two choices. First, keep a distance from me forever, and second, come here immediately!"

Abang: "…"

I had to come back again.

...

As an inspector of the Critical Crime Team, Huang Jiahui is still very professional.

After arriving at the scene, she did nothing, but carefully circled around the accident site, then squatted down, put on gloves, picked up the broken headlight glass in the car, looked at the tire slip marks and photos taken at the accident site.

During this period, her follower Abang was busy talking to other police officers in order to collect clues and evidence.

In a moment—

After inspecting Huang Jiahui and Huang finished checking, he took out his handkerchief and sneezed. Then he pointed to the scene and asked Abang, "What have you found?"

Abang: "There is no surveillance around, and there are no direct witnesses..."

"That's just a clue!" Huang Jiahui frowned, "Just relying on the one-sided words of the reporter, the above sent us here, which is a waste of time!"

"Yes, maybe there was an accident, and the person involved felt uncomfortable and went to the hospital, or went home directly, or went to another place... In less than twenty-four hours, how could he report the case and say that it was kidnapped and disappeared?" Abang also echoed.

"You ask me this, which one should I ask?" Huang Jiahui said, and suddenly said, "But now I know who you should ask!"

As I spoke, I saw a black BMW sedan driving over not far away. The license plate was a very powerful "777", and it was obvious that it was not an ordinary car.
Chapter completed!