Chapter 318 Murderous Intent (4000) Uncle Feng wanted to say it. Leaders, I understand. Being an official in this chaotic era depends on power and background. Without power and background, you are either cannon fodder or a scapegoat. My experience in the past few decades is an example! I was rolled around by the tornado. Apart from suffering a lot and receiving countless supercilious looks, I received no honors and retained nothing... But at this moment, looking at Section Chief Yang’s kind and gentle eyes, and looking at the police officer below with envy, could he express these feelings? Being old-fashioned and old-fashioned is not stupid. Only when he is crazy will he speak out what is on his mind? Therefore, what he said is: "Thank you for the promotion of the section chief, and thank you for everyone's applause. What I want to say is, no matter what difficulties you encounter, no matter what troubles you encounter, don't despair, let alone give up on yourself. This It’s not like my back hurts when I stand talking. Looking at the entire police force, there are very few people who are as miserable as I was before, but don’t I see hope now that I have overcome all the tribulations and finally seen the light?” “Okay!” Yang Kun smiled broadly and took the lead in applauding. Seeing this situation, what can the police officers in the audience do?
Applause, brothers. Whoever drums less vigorously, and whoever drums perfunctorily, if the leader sees it... Do you have any objections to your superiors? ! Uncle Feng, who had been drifting for a while, actually understood that what he said was quite satisfactory. Fortunately, the status of praise was too high, so the burden was extremely loud... "Thank you, section chief, thank you all." There was nothing much to say about this. Uncle Feng first bowed slightly to Yang Kun, and then bowed slightly to all the police officers. The bowing at this moment is not about bowing down and being small, but about knowing etiquette and observing etiquette after gaining confidence. It is a feedback to the smiles on the faces and applause in the hands of everyone present. Even he didn’t think of it. I gritted my teeth and had been stiffening my waist for most of my life. After I had a backer and confidence, I "softened"... The encounter between people is truly mysterious. “Uncle Feng, your niece is here.” After the entire commendation ceremony was successfully concluded, the guard on the periphery squeezed into Uncle Feng's side among the moving crowd. It’s not that he wanted to watch the entire commendation ceremony, it was just that the people blocking him were all police officers, and everyone had a higher police rank than him. The official level was so overwhelming that he didn't even have the courage to ask the other party to send a message, let alone push these people away and move forward. "Thank you very much." Uncle Feng knew very well the hardships of the lower-level police officers, so even when facing a guard, he still solemnly thanked him. This should have been a natural thank you, but the guard was greatly moved, and his affection for Uncle Feng doubled. In front of the police station. Alian turned her back to the police station door, sitting on the edge of the stone steps leading to the door, bored and making various hand shadows towards the sunset. “Is it fun?” Uncle Feng walked out quickly and came behind her with a calm expression. “Uncle.” Alian stood up suddenly, her smile more beautiful than the sunset: “Are you off work?”
“It’s time to get off work, let’s go home.” Uncle Feng nodded. Alian jumped up and followed him, turned around and said, "I heard from the guard brother that you might be promoted. How about it? Have you been promoted?" “Just a second-level police sergeant, not even a sergeant, let alone an official.” Uncle Feng said modestly. Alan smiled and said: "It would be great to be promoted. I remember that when you were still in Fucheng, you were only a third-level police officer, right?" Uncle Feng: “…” Don’t mention this. How is it? Early morning the next day. “Ah~~” Uncle Feng, who had finished packing and put on casual clothes, was just about to go out to work when a frightened scream suddenly sounded in his ears. Suddenly, his heart tightened, and he strode to the door of Alian's room. Before he could ask, the wooden door of the single room suddenly opened, and the girl jumped out like a frightened rabbit and hid behind him. “What happened?” Uncle Feng asked quickly. “Room, room…” Alian looked horrified, so frightened that she couldn’t even speak clearly. Uncle Feng strode into the room and saw a dark red box placed very conspicuously on the wooden table, with a faint smell of blood. Stepping forward and opening the suitcase, his heart suddenly trembled and his pupils contracted rapidly. Inside the suitcase were ten **** fingers! What’s even more horrifying is that these ten fingers were arranged in a circle and pointed at a piece of yellow paper in the middle. On the yellow paper, there was a sentence neatly written: If you hold a torch and go against the wind, you will surely burn your hands! “Uncle, I’m afraid.” Alian hugged his arm tightly. Uncle Feng took a silent breath and closed the box: "We can't live here anymore. Follow me back to the police station!" Police station. Section Chief’s Office. Yang Kun sat at his workstation with a serious face and reported to the boss across the table: "Last night, the ghosts lurking in Fucheng organized and premeditated attacks on the patrol officers of the Public Security Department. Fortunately, there were The talisman you gave me in advance prevented any casualties. Mr. Qin, there must be a mastermind behind the ghost case and the poison case!" Qin Yao nodded and said: "Ask the informant to keep an eye on the bad boys' societies in the city and collect information. The big society members have great undertakings and have many worries. They dare not play with the wind and fire. The bad boys may become the bad boys. For the sake of money, some people Anything can be done.” Yang Kun: "I have already ordered people to do it. As soon as there is news, I will inform you as soon as possible." Qin Yao breathed out, his eyes were cold: "They are causing trouble on my territory again and again. These guys... don't they have eyes when picking the dishes?" “Dong dong.” Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted Yang Kun’s echo that he was about to blurt out. "Enter." The uniformed police officer opened the door and walked in, bowed and said: "Section chief, big conference room, head meeting."
Yang Kun stood up immediately and said, "Mr. Qin, I'm going to have a meeting first. You can go about your business, or you can just wait here for a while." Qin Yao waved his hand: "Chief Yang, please help yourself." Without saying a word, Yang Kun walked out of the office, smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, and stepped into the large conference room of the police station. Looking around, he saw only the heads of the General Affairs Department, the Administrative Department, the Health Department, the Judicial Department, the Investigation Department, and the Security Team. At this moment, everyone is here, except for the Director of Culture. After nodding with all the heads, Yang Kun walked to the lower left corner of the main seat and sat down, waiting for the arrival of the director. I don’t know if the director of cultural affairs specially sent someone to keep an eye on the conference room. As soon as Yang Kun arrived, he followed him in, and all the section chiefs immediately stood up to greet him. “Sit, sit.” Wen Zeqiang waved his hand and greeted everyone, then walked to the main seat and sat down. “What are the instructions from the director?” Yang Kun asked immediately as he sat down. Wen Zeqiang followed the news and said with a serious look on his face: "Chief Yang, the news that the patrol members of the Public Security Department were attacked by ghosts last night has spread this morning..." Yang Kun: “Director, don’t worry, there are no casualties among the inspectors.” Wen Zeqiang paused for a moment: "I know there were no casualties in the Public Security Department. What I mean is that this incident has caused large-scale panic within the police station." Yang Kun: “I am personally supervising the case and strive to solve the ghost case in the shortest possible time.” Seeing that he was so dishonest, Wen Zeqiang had no choice but to say directly: "I heard that the inspectors of the Public Security Department each have a magic talisman. Is this magic talisman protecting them?" Yang Kun looked serious: "I think it is the military uniform that protects them. Wearing the uniform of our police force can keep away evil spirits even when walking in the dark.” Wen Zeqiang: “…” Fuck you! “Chief Yang, stop pretending, how about we open the skylight and speak frankly?” said Xiu Zhenyu, chief of the Investigation Section. Yang Kun: "Can you please give me some advice, Chief Xiu?" "Our brothers below also need the protection of spiritual talismans." Xiu Zhenyu said: "Otherwise they would not dare to go out at night for fear of being accidentally killed." “What is manslaughter?” Yang Kun said sternly. Xiu Zhenyu: “…” There are some words that can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words. He can't say it openly and honestly, right? We're afraid of being implicated by your Public Security Department? "Okay, Chief Yang, the last sentence is not the important point, the first sentence is." Geng Wu from the Health Department said: "With our police uniforms, we don't have to fear any evil spirits in the police station, but after we leave the police station, we are alone. If we are weak, there will be no accidents, so the brothers below heard that the magic talisman can ward off evil spirits, so they came to our head one after another. " Yang Kun thought for a while and said: "I bought all the talismans from Yizhuang, Renjia Town. Since your needs are so urgent, why not send someone to buy them. Of course, the ugly talk is ahead. Will they be willing to do it again? I can’t tell if it’s for sale.” “How do you sell this talisman?” Wen Zeqiang asked. "I'm using the internal purchase price, which is one ocean per piece. It may be a little more expensive for you to buy." Yang Kun said. An ocean, a piece of paper? ! In an instant, the entire conference room was silent.
The heads present, there are hundreds of people under the least men, and there are hundreds of people if they purchase one. Who will come out of this money? You know, they originally planned to ask Section Chief Yang to contribute a little, but they never thought about paying for it. What's more, using public funds to buy talisman paper openly, telling it like a joke, if others find out, will they be labeled as feudal and superstitious? "Director, and section chiefs, do you have anything else to do? If there is nothing else, I will leave first. The Public Security Department is still waiting for me to hold a meeting. It is urgent to solve the problem of ghosts." Looking at the expressions on their faces With a tangled look on his face, Yang Kun smiled heartily. Of all of you here, who is the least greedy? Laughing haha when greedy for ink, giving insurance to the big soldiers is like a dead mother. Sure, colleagues... Public Security Section. Uncle Feng knocked on the door of the section chief's office and walked quickly to Qin Yao: "Mr. Qin, there is still a leader in the drug trafficking case!" "I already know." Qin Yao said: "The patrol police of the Public Security Department were attacked last night. The other party tried to use this method to threaten the Public Security Department to stop the investigation..." Uncle Feng took a breath silently and said: "This morning, a wooden box suddenly appeared in my niece's room. In the box were ten **** fingers, pointing to one sentence, holding a torch and walking against the wind, there will be burning. Hand trouble!" Qin Yao frowned: "Is your niece okay?" Uncle Feng felt warm in his heart: "I was just a little frightened, nothing serious. The mastermind obviously didn't want to overturn the table." “It’s not that I don’t want to, but I don’t dare.” Qin Yao said coldly and solemnly. Uncle Feng: "I don't dare at this stage, but it won't be possible if we continue to investigate. I brought Alian over and wanted her to stay at the police station for a while until these two cases are completed." “Send her to the department store. The building is guarded by warlocks and is safer than the police station.” Qin Yao said. Uncle Feng was overjoyed and his eyes were full of gratitude: "Thank you, Mr. Qin." Qin Yao waved his hand: "If you work with me, I will naturally protect the safety of your family. There is nothing to thank you for." "Mr. Qin." At this time, Yang Kun opened the door and walked in. He said hello and nodded to Uncle Feng. “You’re back so soon, what kind of meeting are you having?” Qin Yao asked curiously. “Colleagues from other departments were frightened by the ghosts and encouraged their respective section chiefs to come to me to get the talisman.” “What did you say?” Yang Kun chuckled: "I said I bought it at Yizhuang. The internal group purchase price is one silver dollar per piece." Qin Yao laughed and cursed: "One silver dollar per dollar, robbing money?!" Yang Kun shook his head: "This thing can save lives at critical moments. A human life is worth more than one silver dollar!" “That’s true.” Qin Yao seemed to be persuaded by him and arranged: "Send someone to Yizhuang to tell you about this matter in advance, so as to prevent someone from buying the talisman secretly, but my master doesn't know what the situation is. As for the price, for the sake of God’s kindness, if you buy it at Yizhuang, it will be the internal group buying price. "
Yang Kun: "Yes, Mr. Qin." Uncle Feng looked at the two big guys with a confused expression... For monks, a magic talisman that can be used to ward off evil spirits is enough, but they actually bought a piece of the ocean? It’s simply outrageous! “Dong dong, dong dong.” Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door woke him up from his daze. “Come in.” Yang Kun raised his eyes and said. A plainclothes policeman opened the door and walked in, saluting: "Section Chief, informant information." “Let’s just say it, there are no outsiders here.” “The drug lord contacted several societies to trade, and the trading location was Vastu Village.” “Washi Village.” Yang Kun narrowed his eyes: “How far is it from Fucheng?” “About more than twenty kilometers.” “Okay, I understand, you can go out first.” Yang Kun waved his hand. “Yes.” The plainclothes policeman saluted again, turned and left. After he left, Uncle Feng frowned and said softly: "Something is wrong, something is very wrong." “Do you suspect there is something wrong with the intelligence?” Yang Kun asked. Uncle Feng was silent for a moment and said solemnly: "If I were a drug lord, I would definitely not notify multiple associations to trade together. The risk of exposure is too great." “They were testing the effect of the threat.” Qin Yao suddenly said: "If we leave this alone, it means their threat is effective. If we send people there, then this Vastu Village is likely to be a trap they have laid in advance." Yang Kun asked for instructions: "What do you think, Mr. Qin?" “In the face of strong enough strength, no matter how sophisticated the trap is, it will be of no use.” Qin Yao said, looking up at Uncle Feng: "Let's go, let's send your lovely niece to the building first, and then take you to perform meritorious service. I want to take a look at that group of wanderers who have lived a good life. , there are enough for me to kill!” (End of this chapter)