Pingjiang, Zhang family.

Zhang Yiqing likes to live in a homemade second-floor villa next to her parents. Her child gradually grew up and did not redecorate the house he bought for her. As for that large store, it has long been built with Lu Cheng's takeover and has created a brand clothing store that sells the first authentic brand in Beihai.

With the professional team chosen by sisters-in-law, Lu Cheng and Zhang Yiqing can basically go there once a day and go there to play with their children and accompany them.

The room was always filled with laughter and joy from adults and children. Every night came, the little guy's grandparents, grandparents, parents would gather together to play with the little guy in the spacious hall. When older generations of old people on both sides came, the excitement would double, and four generations would be together in the same room.

In the security room of the community, a security guard who has not been here for a long time and is very serious and not talkative has been sitting in front of the monitor, holding a mini IPAD in his hand. The surveillance points that belong to the Zhang family are all secret surveillance, and they are combined with the monitoring equipment of the community to form a double coverage without blind spots.

Don’t smoke, don’t drink, don’t have special hobbies, and don’t participate in poker after get off work. Don’t have any rest or holidays, and work with another person one day and one night.

The squinting eyes were suddenly wide open, and the seemingly lazy body suddenly became tense, and it ran out of the surveillance room quickly. With a hand on the back, two small homemade flying knives were pressed into the palm, and after running out of the surveillance room for more than ten steps, he pedaled on the wall, jumped up, and two flying knives shot out, piercing the back of the two men in black not far away.

The moment he stood up, the warning of the tablet in his hand sounded, and it was in this community. In a certain room, the security guard who was resting with him and two people who were always in the room received the signal, all of which were subconscious reactions and subconscious actions. They rushed out of the room in a manner that had been practiced countless times. One took the stairs and the two jumped out of the window. The ropes hanging on the walls in the house ensured their speed and safety factor when they slid down from the window.

Inside the house, the Zhang family was having a happy mood. Zhang Jun, who had gradually begun to learn from his wife's semi-retired state, was too lazy to compete with the new secretary Wang Dongyang. He maintained his principles. At the same time, Zhan Youzhi stood in front and became the representative of the entire faction. He firmly grasped the strength gathered from Zhao Meiru, Ning Jiutian and Zhang Jun, and fought with Wang Dongyang, the top leader. Pingjiang is very lively now, with provinces pressing on it. Yanjing has no idea that the city that created the speed of Pingjiang is now fiercely flirting.

With a little guy here, Zhang Jun removed all his fatigue when he got home and enjoyed family joy with all his heart. However, as an old policeman from a criminal policeman, Zhang Jun's sixth sense and keen intuition to solve the case were not completely lost because of his high position. He put the little guy on the sofa, and Zhang Jun frowned and came to the window. From this window, he could see the road leading to the gate of the community and the small square between the two floors not far away. It is the widest view on the first floor in the entire community.

Quiet. It was less than eight o'clock, and there was no one in the community that would be crowded on weekdays. A flash of light flashed by, and Zhang Jun's eyes sterned. He first pulled up the curtains in the living room, and then immediately opened a secret wall above the shoe cabinet at the door. As a habit of being a policeman, his son also provided a convenient condition for weapons. Zhang Jun also put a pistol and a spare magazine filled with bullets at his daughter's house.

When Kong Mei was young, Zhang Shidong and Zhang Yiqing were still young, they were often frightened by her husband. Instinct was still a little vigilant and nervous about the police family. They picked up the little guy and signaled their daughter to enter the enclosed space of the bathroom with him.

Dingdong!

The doorbell rang, and Zhang Jun stood at the door with a gun and looked out through the door mirror. What caught his eye was not a person but a document that could be seen clearly at a moderate distance, and Zhang Jun had seen this document and knew it.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Zhang Jun opened the door, and a man in his thirties stood at the door: "Secretary Zhang, please sit in the house and don't move, there will be no danger."

Lu Cheng and his parents were unaware of it. When they saw a man coming in, they wanted to ask questions. Zhang Jun said in advance: "Don't ask anything, don't be afraid of anything."

The man moved a chair and sat at the door. The sweat beads faintly appeared on his forehead. A folded dagger was not disinfected. He directly lifted his clothes and dug out the bullets in the wound on his abdomen. The blood beads that fell to the ground were tickled. Zhang Jun handed over the medical bandage and trauma medicine. He knew that these people were by no means lacking in perseverance and self-treatment.

"Don't worry, it's just a trivial matter. There are many of our colleagues outside." The man's words were to comfort Lu Cheng, and he didn't know what else to say. Zhang Jun nodded with a serious expression: "Do I need to call the police?"

The man looked strange and his hand was placed in his ear, obviously not answering Zhang Jun's words: "It's all solved, well, okay, I understand."

He raised his head: "Secretary Zhang, it's okay now. This time I'm too damn big trouble. I'm so embarrassed to disturb you." After saying that, he got up and left, with some regret coming into the house. He wanted to be the last iron gate, but he didn't expect the chief to make an arrangement. The security force outside was not only ninety-nine gates. He came in rashly and disturbed the chief's family. It was indeed a bit irrational enough.

Zhang Jun put the gun on the back: "I'll go too."

The man did not refuse. When they opened the door again, two women in ordinary costumes stood at the door, nodded at Zhang Jun and walked into the room.

"Director Kong, you can rest normally, it's just a small matter." Facing Kong Mei who walked out of the bathroom, one of the two women showed a light and relaxed smile on his face, indicating that the family members should not be nervous, that they would be there in everything.

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When he walked out of the unit door, Zhang Jun smelled a faint smell of blood from the air. Although most of them were blown away by the wind, the profession instincts on the front for many years had not completely disappeared. There were still several traces of flushing on the ground. The entire community was still solemn. It was cleared up at such a quick pace that it was obvious that there was a very powerful team protecting his home in the dark.

"Secretary Zhang, the leader means you'd better not worry too much, he will have everything."

Zhang Jun understood that the leader he mentioned was his son. After thinking about it, he took a step and opened the car door and got in the car: "Go and go and have a look."

In the warehouse of an abandoned factory in the city, Zhang Jun saw the main course tonight. Needless to mention the body, his appearance and physical characteristics were copied down for investigation. The survivors he caught were no longer as tough as he could. Can you imagine someone who used his teeth to bite his body when he was still alive?

The man standing there with blood on his clothes on his lips, tilted his head, cracked his mouth and chewing while smiling. The eyes were absent and terrifying, and there was no sign of focus. He saw Zhang Jun coming in. He also had a state of wanting to take action in anger. He kicked him in the back from the darkness and kicked him directly on the wall. After Panama and the Hua family had an intersection, the second-glasses man who had disappeared for a while, walked to Zhang Jun: "Secretary Zhang, they are ignorant, don't blame them."

The three words of Secretary Zhang seemed to have some special magic. Three men who were lazy and fiddling with a pot of wood-fired soup ran over with a smile on their faces. They went up to the guy with blood in their mouths before and beat him up. They fists for two minutes, and they were extremely cruel and didn't care about the other party's life or death. Then they ran to Zhang Jun and offered treasure and said, "Brother Dad, that kid is just a fool. Don't pay attention to him. Tell us if you have anything to do. If he dares to glare at you again, we promise that his parents will not recognize him."

"Brother Dad, this is a pot of delicious soup, it's very delicious, why don't you try it?"

Bang, one of them slapped the back of his head when he said this: "What are you talking nonsense? Let Brother Dong know that you have peeled your skin alive."

Zhang Jun took a look at the pot of good soup. Although he had been knowledgeable for so many years, he almost vomited. The worn pot was stewed on the temporary fire, and it was stewed with a shaved head.

Where did these perverts come from?

No. 2 held her glasses and said: "Secretary Zhang, Brother Dong has made arrangements for this matter. Today, the people from the Ninety-Nine Department are too much of a problem. I promise that similar things will not happen in the future and no one will affect your life."

Zhang Jun glanced at him: "What are you guaranteeing?"

No. 2 had to pull out the gun from behind, aim the muzzle at his shoulder, pressed it on his clothes without changing his complexion, and his heart was not beating. It was like no one was constantly pulling the trigger on his shoulder. The continuously fired bullets penetrated the skin behind and sprayed them out. All the bullets in the magazine shot light before they threw away the gun.

Zhang Jun had nothing to say, and the injured man who led him to lead him away: "Secretary Zhang, these people are completely crazy people. They can no longer define them by human standards. If it weren't for the constraints of the chief, they might have done anything."

It was originally a word of comforting Zhang Jun, but unexpectedly, no one knew that his son was better than his father. Zhang Jun let out a long sigh and looked up at the dark sky. Tonight, there were no stars and dark clouds.

In my heart, a ray of sunrise illuminates the world in my heart.

Zhang Jun murmured: "Shrinking crimes is also a kind of merit."

A professional policeman who rescued hundreds of people has made outstanding achievements.

A gathered up those who could create hundreds of killings for their own use, reducing their ninety-nine sects of crimes.

The latter will be said, why not kill them all, wouldn't it be a complete one?

Are there all murderers in this world? When they die, a group of people will jump up immediately. It is better to keep them in captivity and suppress the newly emerging guys.

"Dad, I'll be home soon."

After leaving the house, Zhang Jun received a call from his son.
Chapter completed!