"Ready to eat!" the aunt in charge of cooking greeted, and several dishes were already placed on the table.

Cheung Chau Island Police Station has relatively few police officers and does not have a dedicated canteen, so it directly hired a local aunt to be responsible for cooking. The aunt left after finishing the meal.

"Abu, come and try the official meal!" Guan Gong smiled and asked Abu to sit down and eat together.

Abu rescued Du Xiaohe and helped the police catch three gangsters. He deserves a good citizen award no matter what. Now that it was dinner time, it was appropriate to stay with others for a meal.

Abu was not polite and found a seat to sit down. After everyone arrived, he started eating directly.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that Abu didn't look very tall, but he was a waste of food, and he ate the food of four or five people in the blink of an eye.

"Abu, have you not eaten for a long time?" He Jiahui asked curiously.

Abu smiled awkwardly: "I originally planned to leave by boat early in the morning, but when the typhoon came, the ferries were stopped and the restaurants on the island were also closed. I finally went to eat wonton noodles and met three tough men.

He then came back to record his confession, so he didn’t eat anything the whole day.”

"No wonder, it's like the reincarnation of a starving ghost." Taishan complained mercilessly.

"It doesn't matter. There is still rice in the kitchen, so we can cook again." Du Xiaohe said to smooth things over.

However, the aunt who was cooking had already left at this time. The typhoon was about to pass, and the aunt also went home from get off work early.

"Which of you can cook?" Guan Gong looked at everyone, and finally his eyes fell on Du Xiaohe and another policewoman. However, the two policewomen looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

It is a very common phenomenon that young people in Xiangjiang do not know how to cook. Cooking instant noodles is probably the limit of young people's cooking skills.

In a place like Xiangjiang where life is fast-paced, cooking is a waste of time! And there are tea restaurants everywhere, so you can just find a place to eat. If you don’t want to go out, you can also order takeout.

Young people are busy with work, entertainment and socializing, and have no time to cook. Most of the middle class hire Filipino maids, who usually buy food and cook. As for wealthy families, they can also hire full-time chefs to cook.

Seeing that no one knew how to cook, Abu took the initiative and said, "I know how to cook, so I'd better go for it!"

"I'll help you." He Jiahui also stood up. Cooking was naturally not a problem for him.

Watching the two older men walking into the kitchen, the two policewomen felt somewhat embarrassed.

There are eggs, tomatoes, eggplants and pork in the refrigerator, just right for making scrambled eggs with tomatoes and eggplant with minced meat.

He Jiahui picked up the kitchen knife and started cutting vegetables, while Abu was responsible for cooking.

While cutting vegetables, He Jiahui asked directly in Mandarin: "Abu, where did you come from the mainland?"

"Inner Mongolia." After Abu finished answering, he realized that He Jiahui spoke Mandarin, and his pronunciation was very standard, just like the mainlanders, without any Hong Kong accent.

"Sir He, you speak Mandarin very well. I thought you were from the mainland too," Abu said.

"People in Xiangjiang have searched their ancestors to find out who is not from the mainland." He Jiahui smiled slightly and then asked casually: "I heard that you are very good at Kung Fu. Do you teach Kung Fu to people in the Mainland?"

"I don't teach kung fu, I'm a bowling coach." Abu replied.

"How many people play bowling in Inner Mongolia?" He Jiahui asked next. This question seemed casual, but it was testing Abu.

"I teach bowling in Guangzhou." Abu said. He looked at He Jiahui's chopping action and felt a sense of vigilance in his heart. He could feel that the young Sir He seemed to be testing himself.

"Isn't this Sir He doubting me?" Abu thought to himself. At this time, he had decided to leave immediately after eating. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time!

…

After dinner, He Jiahui washed the dishes and walked out of the kitchen, only to find that Abu had disappeared.

"Where are the Abu people?" He Jiahui asked.

"He just left." Du Xiaohe continued, "Guan Gong found him a house. It only cost more than a hundred yuan and had a TV, so he went over."

"Leaving in such a hurry?" He Jiahui said and walked to the door of the police station. From a distance, he saw Abu walking alone on the road with his bag in hand.

"He also has a handbag?" He Jiahui frowned, remembering that those community members said that the person who killed Mr. Ma was also carrying a handbag.

"I'm here to travel, so I definitely need to bring luggage. It's not normal to have a luggage bag!" Du Xiaohe replied with a smile.

"That's right. Why do you need to bring some clothes when you are traveling?" He Jiahui nodded, temporarily suppressing the doubts in his heart.

…

When a typhoon passes through, units such as police stations, fire stations, and hospitals must be on standby at all times to respond to emergencies, so that night, more police officers stayed in the police station than usual. The two police chiefs, He Jiahui and Guan Gong, all stayed at the police station.

Bureau is on duty.

Moreover, there are still three gangsters who robbed money exchange shops in the detention room, so naturally more police personnel need to be left in the police station.

However, the typhoon began to turn halfway, and it did not hit the Greater Bay Area directly, nor did it bring any rainfall. Only the sultry heat and humidity brought by a tropical depression permeated the surrounding areas.

In the early morning, He Jiahui was sitting in his seat and fell asleep. Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the door.

"Call the police, I want to call the police!"

"Where are the police! I was beaten!"

"Sir, he hit me. I want to call the police and have my injuries examined!"

In an instant, three men rushed in and yelled at the police officer in charge of the reception. The three men each said their own words and even started to argue. The scene suddenly became chaotic.

He Jiahui looked up and saw that these three men were members of the club members who were arrested during the day.

"These gang members stayed up most of the night, why are they causing trouble?" He Jiahui thought to himself.

Guan Gong had already stepped forward and said: "What happened, come one by one, speak slowly, don't make any noise!"

At this moment, two other people rushed in, holding two red plastic buckets in their hands, and poured the liquid in the plastic buckets directly on Guan Gong's body.

A smell of gasoline spread out, and it was obvious that the plastic barrel was filled with gasoline.

Immediately afterwards, a man closest to Guan Gong stepped forward to stop Guan Gong, then took out a lighter and lit a fire.

"Don't come over here, or I'll set it on fire!" the man shouted.

He Jiahui immediately drew his gun and pointed it at the man holding a lighter. Other police officers responded one after another and also drew their guns.

"Don't shoot, it's gasoline and it will burn!" Guan Gong said quickly.

He was held hostage and his body was doused with gasoline. Naturally, he was most afraid of encountering sparks. If the gangsters really lit a fire, he would become a man on fire.

Guan Gong turned his head slightly and advised: "Calm down, say what you have to say, and don't light it up."

"Put down your guns! Or I'll light them on fire!" the man holding a lighter threatened.

However, He Jiahui shouted equally loudly: "Let go of the police officer in your hands immediately, put your head in your hands and squat on the ground, or I will shoot!"

"If you don't put down the gun, I will set it on fire!" the gangster continued to threaten.

"Hold your head with your hands and squat down, otherwise I will shoot!" He Jiahui was uncompromising.

"Don't shoot, I'm covered in gasoline! Shooting will ignite the gasoline." Guan Gong almost cried.

It was Taishan who was the first to give up. He leveled the muzzle of the gun and said, "Don't light the fire. I'll put down the gun!"

Seeing Taishan put down his gun, everyone else also put down their gun. After all, the other party kidnapped Guan Gong and everyone did not want Guan Gong to be injured.

However, He Jiahui still pointed his gun at the gangster: "I say it again, let go of the police officer immediately, squat on the ground with your head in your hands!"

"Jiahui, Guan Gong is in their hands! Put down the gun!" Taishan said from the side.

Du Xiaohe also whispered: "Guan Gong's body is covered with gasoline. If you shoot, Guan Gong will be in danger."

Guan Gong on the opposite side also said with a pleading look on his face: "Jiahui, you don't want to see me die after all this!"

Everyone was trying to persuade He Jiahui, but He Jiahui still refused to compromise. He said coldly: "Last warning, let go of the police officer, then squat on the ground with your hands on your head, otherwise I will shoot!"

"That policeman was covered in gasoline, he didn't dare to shoot!" said a member of the community behind him.

However, just as the words fell, there was a "pop" sound, a gunshot rang out, He Jiahui had already pulled the trigger, and the robber holding the lighter had a bullet hole in his forehead, and then he fell down.

If it were an ordinary gangster, He Jiahui might not shoot directly, but for the gangsters who took hostages, He Jiahui would not show mercy. He had been aiming for more than ten seconds, and this shot would definitely not miss.

Guan Gong also fell with the gangster. He was frightened to the ground and his whole body was paralyzed.

Several other gangsters behind him were also frightened for a moment. They did not expect that He Jiahui actually dared to shoot and even killed their companions.

"Hurry and catch the others!" As He Jiahui spoke, he had already rushed towards the other gangsters.

Apart from He Jiahui, the one with the fastest reaction was Taishan. This guy didn't train his muscles in vain. Although his brain was not very good, his movements were really fast. He rushed over immediately and faced the person closest to him.

The gangster just punched him.

Then other police officers rushed forward one after another. After all, they had received professional training, but the gangsters were still in a state of confusion and had no consciousness of resistance at all. They were captured by the police in the blink of an eye.

After all the gangsters were subdued, He Jiahui went to help Guan Gong.

Although Guan Gong is an old policeman, he has never seen much of the world. He was a little trembling in shock.

"It scared me to death. I thought I was going to die here." Guan Gong murmured to himself.

Taishan stepped forward and asked He Jiahui with some blame: "Jiahui, Guan Gong was doused with gasoline, how could you shoot? If the gasoline was ignited, Guan Gong would be dead. Fortunately, we are lucky.

OK, the gasoline was not ignited."

He Jiahui shook his head helplessly: "Taishan, you were the first to put down your gun just now!"

"It's me, I'm trying to protect Guan Gong! Besides, Guan Gong is covered in gasoline, so I can't shoot! What if the shot misses and ignites the gasoline?" Taishan defended.

"You should exercise less muscles and read more books!" He Jiahui then explained: "The ignition point of gasoline is 427 degrees, and the friction with the air during the flight of ordinary bullets cannot reach 427 degrees.

Not enough to ignite gasoline.
To be continued...