On Saturday afternoon, the bright sunshine gently shines on the earth. The gentle breeze brings the wet air on the beach. Since June, it has been a rare good weather. The streets and alleys of Binhai City are full of bustling crowds, many people are mixed in the crowd. In the sound of music, they are shoulder to shoulder and linger among the rows of buildings.***

After a busy week, this moment was originally the most relaxing moment and a rare leisure time. However, with the shooting, the Binhai Municipal Public Security Bureau was shrouded in a haze from top to bottom. Dozens of police officers were scattered within a dozen kilometers near Xiyuan Manor, and launched a dragnet-style investigation.

At about 2:30, a man in casual coffee clothes hurriedly ran into the fast food restaurant on the street, ordered two fast foods, and then carried a plastic bag, returned to the police car parked at the intersection, opened the car, sat in, took out the lunch box from the plastic bag, handed it to the criminal police captain Wu Mingpu, and said softly: "Boss, eat something, no matter what, you have to eat."

Wu Mingpu waved his hand, roosting his forehead with his hand, and said hoarsely: "Old Li, no need, there is fire in his stomach, and he can't eat it at all."

The driver Lao Li sighed, opened the lunch box, picked up the chopsticks, and pulled the food into his mouth. He said angrily: "Where did this grandson get out of? He is so bold and wants to be secretly killed. He kills the secretary of the municipal party committee. He doesn't want to live anymore, so don't implicate everyone. *******, when he catches that guy, he will have to deal with him half-dead!"

"It's easy to say if you can catch it, but I'm afraid you won't catch it!" Wu Mingpu sighed, touched the mineral water next to him, took a few sips, and took out the situation. He was very disappointed and shook his head. So far, he still had no clue.

Based on the intuition he developed over the years, Wu Mingpu felt something was wrong. The suspect was very likely to be a difficult veteran. He left no valuable clues at the scene of the crime, and no witnesses were found nearby. It was almost impossible to solve the case within three days.

However, in just a few hours, he received multiple calls from the director Shouyi. Wu Mingpu did not expect that the bureau, which had always been calm, was panicked and kept asking about the progress of the case. This made him even more nervous. He felt like a big stone was stuffed into his heart, heavy and he couldn't breathe.

The driver Lao Li put down his lunch box, took a sip of water, and turned around and said, "Boss, let Xiao Liu come back. In our criminal police team, we only count the smart things and have many tricks. Maybe we can help. Look at your anxious look, I'm not in the mood to eat."

"Time is too tight, no one can come." Wu Mingpu waved his hand, pushed the car away, jumped, put his hands on his hips, looked at the crowds coming and going on, pondered for a long time, and finally made up his mind, took out his cell phone and dialed a number. After the phone was connected, he walked under the telephone pole on the side of the road and whispered: "Hey, it's me, there's an urgent matter, please be sure to help."

"It's Team Wu, don't be polite. If you have any questions, just give me some instructions. As long as I can do it, I will definitely help!" An old man's kind voice came from the phone. It was hard to imagine that such a kind tone was spoken from a gangster who made people feel like it.

Wu Mingpu narrowed his eyes, looked around vigilantly, and said in a silence: "Please check it out. At around 9 o'clock this morning, a person with no eyes lurked on the hillside of Xiyuan Manor and fired two shots at Villa No. 7."

The old man changed his mind and hesitated: "Captain Wu, isn't Xiyuan Manor the residence of the municipal party committee leader? Villa No. 7 lives..."

"It's Secretary Wang of the Municipal Party Committee!" Wu Mingpu couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, raised his voice, and cursed with gritted teeth: "If you bastards continue to make trouble, I don't know how many people you will harm. Godfather, if you don't shoot out within two days, all the places you are in Binhai will have to be sealed off. You are also ready to enter the palace for five times. This time, no one can keep it, no one can do it!"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then stood up, poked the floor with a crutch, and swearing: "Captain Wu, this is someone who is trying to kill us. Don't worry, even if I dig three feet into the ground, I will dig out the shot. If the suspect cannot be found within two days, I will go to the municipal bureau and will never make friends with me!"

Wu Mingpu nodded and felt much more relaxed. He knew the old man's influence in Binhai City. With the godfather secretly helping him, it would be possible to catch the suspect as scheduled. Even if he could not do it, the other party would introduce someone to take the blame, find the real suspect and leave enough time for them. Of course, the premise is to make careful arrangements so that the suspect will not have the chance to shoot again.

Thinking of this, Wu Mingpu lit a cigarette, eased his tone, and whispered: "Also, tomorrow night, we will go to Binhua Hotel to search and try to collect all the black guns in Binhai City. Within three months, there will be no gunshots in the city!"

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, please rest assured, Team Wu, I will cooperate. [Ye*zi] [You*you]" The old man responded vaguely, muttered a few words, threw away his phone, waved the crutch in his hand, swept the cup on the coffee table to the ground, and his face became extremely ugly.

After a while, he raised his head and stared at the sand with sharp eyes. He looked at the few people looking at each other, raised the crutch in his hands, pointed and poked: "What are you still standing there? Go and ask someone to pull all the bastards to the suburbs for questioning. You must find out the people who have fired the gun in the morning. You all go, if you can't find out, don't come back!"

"Yes, Chairman!" Seeing this, the few people hurriedly bowed and retreated gingerly.

The old man sat down slowly, holding the crutch with both hands, and the god said sadly: "Now... the trouble is so big. If you don't invite a few gods, you may not be able to pass the disaster. That bad fortune teller is really amazing. It's a fixed number, these are all fixed numbers!"

At this moment, Binhai City Public Security Bureau Director Mao Shouyi, like an ant on a hot pan, was walking around the living room with his hands on his back. The ashtray on the coffee table was already full of cigarette butts, and even a layer of ashes were stained with his cuffs, but he didn't notice it.

Just over ten minutes ago, he received a call from Mayor Lu Jinwang. Mayor Lu, who had always been happy and in a very cunning manner, actually scolded many ugly swear words in anger, which made him feel ashamed.

In addition to being bored, Mao Shouyi also vaguely felt that the crisis had arrived. He was like sitting on a fire bucket that could explode at any time. If he didn't take action, it would be too late. At this critical moment, the only one who could help him was the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee and Secretary Zhang of the Political and Legal Affairs Committee.

mao Shouyi no longer hesitated. He touched his cell phone, dialed the number, and after the phone was connected, he exchanged a few greetings, and then changed the subject and said in extreme frustration: "Uncle Zhang, something happened here in Binhai. I'm afraid you will be old."

"Tell me, what's the matter? When encountering some difficulties, the voices of the speech are trembling. How can this be done? Remember, be calm whenever there is a big event. This is a necessary cultivation attitude for an official!" Zhang Huarong, secretary of the Provincial Political and Legal Affairs Committee, smiled, put down the wolf's pen in his hand, and looked at the calligraphy works on the table with satisfaction. They were the seven big words "Tiger lies at the dragon and now surpass the past".

Zhang Huarong's children were all in the business world and had not entered the career path. He had high expectations for this junior and hoped to help him get to another level before retirement. Zhang Huarong had a high prestige in the political and legal system of South Guangdong Province. He had the opportunity to be transferred to the Supreme Procuratorate, but he politely refused.

Mao Shouyi sighed and said hesitantly: "Uncle Zhang, this morning, a shooting was born in Binhai City. Although no one was injured, two bullet holes were punched out on the big mén of Secretary Wang's house in the municipal party committee... Secretary Wang seemed very unhappy."

Zhang Huarong's face was originally smiling, but when he heard this, he suddenly froze. He quickly interrupted his words and frowned: "Wait, wait, Shouyi, talk slowly, who was shot? Secretary Wang? Wang Siyu, the newly-departed Municipal Party Committee Secretary of Binhai City? Is it him?"

Mao Shouyi chou came out with tissues, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and whispered: "Yes, yes, it's the new Secretary Wang, who didn't hurt anyone. At that time, Secretary Wang was still drinking tea and reading newspapers in the house. He went out after hearing the gunshot."

"Bang!" Zhang Huarong slapped the table suddenly, and the ink in the inkstone splashed out and spilled everywhere, but he seemed to be missing, but raised his eyebrows and shouted sternly: "Mao Shouyi, what is the name of you? Do you know, what is Secretary Wang's origin?"

Mao Shouyi bowed his body and said stutteringly: "I know, of course I know, Uncle Zhang, I haven't done my job well, I have the responsibility!"

"It's not just that you have the responsibility. If you don't do it well, you will also involve the entire Guangdong officialdom!" Zhang Huarong knocked on the table with his hand and said furiously: "This Secretary Wang is the Nanyue that the General Secretary has appointed. If things are big, they will easily turn into a disaster and will kill people!"

Shouyi's face was pale and he said softly: "Uncle Zhang, I know the matter is serious, so I discuss with you the solution first. At this time, you must help me!"

Zhang Huarong had a temper and finally calmed down. He touched his head with his hand and whispered: "Shouyi, is Secretary Wang's current safety guaranteed? Don't have similar incidents."

mao Shouyi nodded repeatedly and said softly: "Yes, yes, I have made careful arrangements and will never make any mistakes."

"That's good!" Zhang Huarong stood up, walked to the window, looked into the distance, and thought, "You still need to do the work on Binhai on your own. You must find a way to block the news and control it within the extreme range. It must not be transmitted to the province, otherwise there will be big trouble."

mao Shouyi raised his hand to wipe his sweat and said in a hurried manner: "Uncle Zhang, the city bureau has no big problem. In addition to Secretary Wang, Mayor Lu and Secretary-General Hou Chen have already received news from the leaders of the municipal party committee. Just now, Mayor Lu also called and scolded me, but he finally made a promise to help me pass the test."

Zhang Huarong shook his head and sneered, "Lu Jinwang is unreliable. He is very good at speaking and doing something, and he thinks of another thing in his heart. As long as he can watch coldly and not add to the insult, it will be rare."

Mao Shouyi hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice: "Uncle Zhang, I have been the director of the Public Security Bureau in recent years. Not only Lu Jinwang, but also some things that Du Shan did when he was in charge of the Binhai. When he had no choice, he could take them out and use them as amulets."

Zhang Huarong snorted, waved his hand, and said contemptuously: "Shouyi, your so-called amulets are all made of paper and are unreliable at all. In today's officialdom, strength is more important than evidence. Even if I want to overthrow Du Shan, I am not sure about it, let alone you, it's such a fool!"

Mao Shouyi was speechless and frowned for a while, and said, "Uncle Zhang, Secretary Wang wouldn't have exposed the matter, right? Then I really don't know how to end it."

"It shouldn't be." Zhang Huarong yin for a while and whispered: "It is not in his interest to make things bigger. Using this shooting as a bargaining chip, it is a good way to force all parties to compromise and open up the situation."

After a pause, he became alert and frowned and asked, "Shouyi, if you are so scared, are there anything else? At such a moment, you must tell the truth and don't hide it from me anymore!"

Mao Shouyi's face was sweating and answered the question irrelevantly: "Uncle Zhang, Secretary Wang has been asking for trouble for the police since he came, and it seems he wants to take me into surgery."

Zhang Huarong felt a little slap in his heart, sighed, and said softly: "Okay, I understand, don't turn off the phone tonight, wait for my phone call, you, you're so confused, I'm so disappointed!"
Chapter completed!