Chapter 854 There Are Also People Who Are Afraid

Chapter 854 There are also people who are afraid

When Huang Charlie heard the phone on his bedside table ringing, he was almost angry and cursed after taking sleeping pills. However, thinking about the positions of assistant director, deputy director, and director above him, he still had to fight for them. These big guys were qualified to call him anytime and anywhere to arrange work. Therefore, even if he really didn't want to, he still got up and picked up the phone.

Seeing the number displayed on the phone, Huang Charlie trembled, but he didn't know what this uncle had done. Anyway, since Minister Zhao came to Hong Kong, he hasn't had a good night's sleep. However, from the superintendent to the chief superintendent, he got this step by relying on others.

Even if this person has his own bad luck and his own lucky star, no matter how you count it, the lucky star is still a little heavier. "I'm Charlie Huang, hello, Minister Zhao - it's so late, Minister Zhao hasn't slept yet? Excuse me..."

"Haha, Chief Superintendent Huang, I think you will be the Commissioner of Police. Even if you can't take the position for a year or two, it's not bad to be the Deputy Commissioner..." Zhao Jianhui's hearty laughter came from the other end of the phone, and this voice made Charlie Huang no longer sleepy.

"I--" Commissioner of Police, Deputy Commissioner? That grandson doesn't want to sit. But, why can I sit in that position? Charlie Huang's brain is indeed spinning fast enough, and his tone immediately became three points more polite: "Minister Zhao, isn't this all thanks to you? You tell me what arrangements you have, even if it's windy and hot, I, Charlie Huang, will never frown."

"Haha, windy and hot, you don't need to go, I just want to ask if you are willing to be the Deputy Commissioner or the Commissioner of Police?" Zhao Jianhui smiled and sounded in a good mood.

"Minister Zhao, you are joking. If there is a chance, Huang Charlie will have to rely on you for support." Hearing Zhao Jianhui say this again, Huang Charlie knew that the things this old man did today would definitely not be small. However, it seems that every time Minister Zhao does something, it is beneficial to him.

"Well, if that's the case, you gather your team, bring all the Flying Tigers SWAT team, get all the weapons, come to Hongkan Wharf, and I will take you to a place." After saying this, he hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Huang Charlie couldn't help but be stunned. What did the old man say just now? Get all the weapons? You still need to summon the Flying Tigers, who are you going to fight when you have something to do, and you actually use China and such a big battle?

Fortunes are sought in danger, and there is no good thing that falls on your head. Huang Charlie took several deep breaths and gradually

drove the panic out of his brain, then picked up his clothes and put them on, then touched the phone and gave orders loudly.

His wife was already half asleep and had not been woken up by him just now. Because of this shout, his wife also woke up and stammered: "What's wrong with you? Are you sleepwalking? Why are you summoning the Flying Tigers in the middle of the night?"

"Haha! What do you know, old woman? Just sleep. When you wake up, you may become the wife of the director..." Huang Charlie almost laughed out loud while saying this. After thinking about it, he realized that this kind of talk is not to be said casually, and shook his head slightly: "Calm down, you must be calm, you are not the director of the police department yet."

However, when he drove to Hongkan Wharf and saw the two large boxes smashed on the front of his car by Zhao Jianhui, Huang Charlie could not calm down at all. "Minister Zhao, you...what are you doing? Are you asking me to bring the Flying Tigers to help you smuggle this..."

"Nonsense, use your pig brain and think carefully. If you really can't figure it out, go to the boat and ask those two people. I'll give you ten minutes, and then you take people to flatten Hongxing. I don't know if you have the guts to do it?" Seeing his forehead full of sweat, Zhao Jianhui simply threw another heavy bomb.

Huang Charlie almost peed in his pants when he heard this: "Zhao...Minister Zhao, I have a heart disease, please don't joke with me." I'm afraid that he will take people to flatten Hongxing? Tomorrow, I don't know how my whole family will die. Let alone becoming the Commissioner of Police, what can I do even if I become the Chief Executive? Is Luo Shiyou, that old bastard, easy to deal with? If that were the case, Hongxing would have been wiped out long ago, and would it still wait for me to go?

"Oh, so Superintendent Huang has such a serious heart disease. With your health, I think it's better for you to semi-retire and go home to retire. Forget it, go back and continue to sleep, I'll find someone else..." Zhao Jianhui's attitude was calm, and he always had a smile on his face. But the words he said were full of ridicule and sarcasm.

"I... Minister Zhao, can I ask on board first?" After thinking for a while, Huang Charlie wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked carefully.

"Agreed--" Zhao Jianhui said, squinting his eyes, raising his hand to look at the watch on his wrist: "You have 0.3 seconds to dispute now..." His mouth corners were upturned, dragging a long tone.

"Thank you! Thank you..." Huang Charlie said, and jumped onto the boat like a fly.

In less than five minutes, he jumped off the boat again as if his butt was on fire, and his breathing was a little uneven with excitement: "Zhao... Minister Zhao... What do you say, I... I'll go all out..."

I was afraid just now because I was afraid that Luo Shiyou had money, power, someone with a gun. You can't touch this kind of person easily without definite evidence. Before touching such a person, you must understand the principle of being injured by a snake instead of dying. Even if you arrest someone for a minor offense, you won't be able to sentence him. Maybe as long as a lawyer comes forward, the person will be unscathed and continue to live happily, but the person who offended him will be unlucky.

However, just now, Charlie Huang ran to the boat and saw fifty or sixty little girls staying on the boat. Among them lay Luo Shaocong, who had a bruised nose and face, and another foreigner he didn't know. Before he could ask anything, the little girls accused Luo Shaocong of his crimes with righteous indignation.

Coupled with the two boxes of drugs that Zhao Jianhui threw on his head, what else does Charlie Huang not understand? Luo Shiyou and Luo Shaocong, father and son, were basically enough to be shot three times. Not to mention that he was rich, even if he moved a mountain of gold, no one could save him.

Minister Zhao is giving himself unearned credit. If Charlie Huang can’t tell the difference between his head and a swollen head at this time, then he doesn’t deserve to be called Charlie Huang.

"It's not me telling you what to do, but Hong Kong's laws support what you do. You are a police officer, how can you not understand this?" Zhao Jianhui said lazily and couldn't help but roll his eyes at him. This guy is as good as his grandma.

"Minister Zhao... I... I didn't mean that. I meant that the foreigner said that of these two boxes of drugs, one box belonged to Hong Xing and the other belonged to the Qinglong Gang..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhao Jianhui: "Does anyone believe what you said? Besides, without the little hooligans, what power do you have as a policeman in front of me?"

Charlie Huang's eyes immediately rolled twice, and with a flash of confusion in his mind, he immediately understood what Zhao Jianhui meant. My heart is right, after all the bad guys have been caught, what else do the police do in this society?

"Yeah, yeah, I understand, Minister Zhao, you are so tall..." He chuckled and hurried to the police team next to the pier to assign tasks.

Seeing him running, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but sigh, thinking, what the hell, Hong Xing is doomed tonight no matter what, if you take the Qinglong Gang together, only the Zhongyi Gang will be left. The first bird. Now the Zhongyi Gang belongs to me - my wife. Isn't it troublesome to be regarded as a thorn in others' side?

Zhao Jianhui was thinking about it. Over there, Charlie Huang had already finished the pre-war general mobilization, and he heard hundreds of policemen say "oh" in agreement, and the piercing alarm bells immediately rang into one piece, scratching. Quiet night sky.

Zhao Jianhui smiled, leaned on Charlie Huang's car and took out his mobile phone: "Liyun, you can take action now..."

In the newspapers the next day, the front page headlines were all about a huge frontal photo of Charlie Huang holding a gun in his hand. The title of the article is also very interesting: "The gangster's nemesis shows off his power again, and Hongxing Society was wiped out overnight."

Louise Polly looked at Zhao Jianhui who fell on the bed and covered his chest with an expression of ridicule and astonishment. Wearing pajamas, he threw himself on Zhao Jianhui again: "My dear, you are simply too great."

After the words fell, Zhao Jianhui turned over, kissed her flowery face twice more, put his arms around her slender waist and asked, "What do you mean by this?"

Louise Polly chuckled and said: "You are the chief director and main actor of this scene. That Charlie Huang is just an imposter. He is so funny and dirty, it is really disgusting..."

"Ha, you know this is called blind personality worship? But these idioms and words are really well used. The progress is not small and it is worth celebrating..." As he spoke, one hand had already reached into his underwear. , grabbed Louise Polly's huge soft ball, and pushed it up hard.

"Well... dear, you are really amazing. You did it for so long last night, and now you are..." Before Louise Polly could finish her words, Zhao Jianhui's cell phone rang again while he was still on the bed. got up.

Picking it up and looking at the number on it, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but look bitter. He waved his hand to Louise Polly and whispered: "Don't talk, our old man is calling..."

"Our old man? What is that?" Just after praising her improvement in her vocabulary, Louise Polly showed her cute side.

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