Next to the box truck stood a man wearing a red T-shirt and another man riding a motorcycle. After seeing the police, the motorcycle drove away immediately.

"je4206! It's a box truck involved in a hit-and-run accident!" His subordinates had already seen the license plate.

He Jiahui immediately pushed the accelerator, and the car rushed over. When he walked over, he saw that the car number was indeed je4206, and the six characters "Haicheng China-Hong Kong Logistics" were spray-painted on the container compartment.

"Haicheng Logistics Company, je4206, this is the car that hit a colleague and then escaped!"

After confirming the target, He Jiahui immediately looked at the man wearing a red T-shirt and said, "Police, don't move!"

When the man saw He Jiahui approaching, he did not panic, but directly put his hands on his head as if surrendering.

"You're so skillful in your movements, it seems like you get caught often!" He Jiahui thought to himself.

Just listen to the man in the red T-shirt say: "Sir, I was just passing by and saw this car with its windows open but no one inside. I was curious and came over to take a look!"

"You answered the question before I even asked it. Obviously, you have already thought of an excuse. This guy is an old fool. Even if such an old fool is taken back for interrogation, he will still tell lies!"

The veteran detective's experience in handling cases allowed He Jiahui to tell at a glance that this person was a piece of meat.

"What does the person who escaped on a motorcycle have to do with you?" He Jiahui asked.

"I don't know him. If you're passing by, let him borrow a light." The man in the red T-shirt said with an arrogant look.

"I don't know how to make up lies!" He Jiahui snorted coldly, and then said: "This person may be the one who helped others to take the blame. He also has an accomplice who just escaped on a motorcycle. Maybe that person is the truck driver. You should be optimistic about this person.

, waiting for support, I will chase the escaped motorcyclist!"

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He Jiahui walked forward but found no trace of the motorcycle rider.

"Where did the person go?" At a fork in the road, He Jiahui stopped the car and looked around, trying to find some clues.

He Jiahui can almost conclude that the red T-shirt and the motorcycle rider just now should be from mixed societies, and such mixed societies often have their own territory. If you find the corresponding territory, you can find the motorcycle rider.

If a police officer from O's office came here and was more familiar with the club's situation, he should be able to find it. But He Jiahui was a traffic policeman and was not familiar with the distribution of the club. He lost track of him and had no idea where to look.

Just when He Jiahui was hesitant, a car drove from a distance. He Jiahui took a closer look and saw that what was coming was a silver-gray car with traces of white paint on the windshield.

"It's the car that was splashed with paint just now. If this guy is also a member of the community, he might be able to lead me to the motorcycle rider."

He Jiahui had an idea and immediately turned off the headlights of the motorcycle. Then he waited for the car to pass by and followed it quietly.

Since He Jiahui did not turn on the lights, he was naturally hidden in the darkness. The silver-gray car did not notice He Jiahui following him.

After following it for two streets and turning a corner, He Jiahui finally saw the silver-gray car parked on the side of the road.

The ordinary man was holding a trash can, slamming it on another person's head and hitting him hard.

At the other end of the street, seven or eight young and Dangerous men with machetes were beating up a man wearing a black leather jacket.

The man in the leather jacket holds a motorcycle helmet in one hand and a machete in the other. His face is white, but it is not powdered, but white paint.

Looking at this scene, He Jiahui was slightly surprised: "This is the first time I have seen a club fight. It's so exciting!"
Chapter completed!