Listened to Chen Haijun's order. How dare those members of the Seahorse Gang disobey?

Moreover, plus Tao Feiran, there are twenty-one policemen, who are pointing guns at them at close range at this moment. So a little estimation showed that there were twelve bullets in each pistol magazine, which was enough to wipe out all of them.

Although it is only theoretical data, there may be cases where someone is not satisfied with the magazine, or the shot is missed and the bullet is burned.

However, with a total of more than 250 bullets, no matter how missed, it should be enough to deal with more than 100 of them, right?

What's more, Tao Feiran and they are all policemen, how can their marksmanship be so bad that they can't even hit the target? And the distance is so close, even ordinary people who have never fired a gun can almost hit.

Another one, there are fifty or sixty members of the East Gate such as Zhou Xiaoqiang and Gong Sicheng, as well as a Type 92 that flows eastward?

So on the whole, even if Chen Haijun didn't give an order, those Seahorse Gang members didn't dare to act rashly, so they all complied and threw them in the central open space, and then squatted on the right side of the field with both hands on the head.

After just one minute, a large number of knives appeared on the ground, and Chen Haijun also felt a kind of anger in his heart that wanted to pull Tao Feiran off the horse.

Even, the idea of killing him is there.

For this reason, under the domination of anger, Chen Haijun immediately pointed at Xiang Dongliu and Tao Feiran in a very unbalanced heart: "Director Tao, now my Seahorse Gang's machetes have been discarded!" ”

"So, I would like to ask you, how do you deal with that little kid on the fast table?"

"Heh, if you say that his pistol is a toy, then I'll be blind."

"What, you, the head of the underworld, still want to take care of my public security chief, right?"

Tao Feiran counted a sentence unhappily, and there was really a lot of anger left in his heart.

As for the reason, it is naturally Chen Haijun's subordinate Chen Feng who stabbed his son last night.

Even if Chen Haijun had already handed Chen Feng into his hands, after all, it was his beloved son who was stabbed, so the resentment in his heart was naturally not something that could be eliminated by a little Chen Feng being arrested.

"I'm not convinced!"

Chen Haijun's gloomy eyes slashed eastward before he and Tao Feiran said: "You let those onlookers come over to comment on the reasoning, the kid at the fast dinner table who didn't have any hair has a gun, why hasn't he been disarmed and arrested?" ”

"Could it be that the laws of our country still allow little children to have guns?"

"Or is it that you, the police chief, are corrupt and bribe-taking, so it is natural to favor him for personal gain?"

"Heh, you can't eat grapes, just say grapes are sour, right?"

Xiang Dongliu laughed, quickly lifted his clothes and put the Type 92 pistol with the insurance off back into his waist, jumped off the fast dining table and said: "Hai Ye is just a gang leader, and you still need to take care of the affairs of the public security chief?" What's the use of being dissatisfied? If you have the ability, you will bite Director Tao? ”

"As for the corruption and favoritism you said, you also have the right to suspect this, if you are not convinced, you can go to ** report Director Tao! What are you doing with so much? ”

"You ......"

"What, do you still want to call your subordinates over and fight in groups?"

Xiang Dongliu sneered disdainfully, and immediately said to Qian Bafang, who was standing in the crowd and watching, but didn't dare to come over: "Director Qian, you came just in time, in front of the Public Security Bureau and the masses at this time, you let your brother come out and explain the deceived things clearly!" ”

Hearing this, although Qian Bafang was a little afraid of such a battle, but now, he didn't want to miss such an excellent opportunity to recover his losses.

Therefore, he immediately pushed a thin young man in a white sleeveless T-shirt and walked over step by step.

In the hands of the thin young man, he held a small brocade box, apparently an antique fake he had bought.

"Speak quickly!"

Qian Bafang nodded slightly at Xiang Dongliu as a greeting, and then gently patted the thin young man's shoulder and said, "Tell me everything about how you were deceived!" ”

"Hmmm! Don't be afraid! ”

Xiang Dongliu comforted a little: "I promise that no one dares to touch you!" ”

The thin young man seemed to be more introverted, and after nodding, he glanced at Chen Haijun timidly, and said in a whisper: "That day, I was wandering around Wanbao Zhai, and suddenly I saw a bracelet that was very delicate, so I casually asked for a price. ”

"Chen Haijun said that it was a bracelet worn by a Gege during the Qing Dynasty, and it was Hetian jade, which only cost more than 80,000 yuan."

"I didn't think too much about it at the time, I just thought that Hetian jade was more valuable, and the historical year was also more sufficient, so I wanted to buy it back."

At that time, Chen Haijun said that it was a fake package! But when I took it and wanted to sell it, I found out that I had been deceived. ”

"The bracelet that Chen Haijun sold me is simply a fake, even if the material is not Hetian jade, let alone any historical year."

"So, naturally, I'll go back to him for a claim! As a result, I didn't get compensation, not to mention, his men beat me up, and now the injuries on my body are still there! ”

After saying that, the thin young man lifted his clothes, revealing the swollen scars of the bars, which looked like there were at least fifteen.

"Heh, the story is so well written, it's a shame not to write a novel."

Chen Haijun raised the purple sand teapot, raised his head and took a sip before saying to Qian Bafang's younger brother: "Young man, this year's talk is about evidence!" ”

"You said that the bracelet was bought in my Manbao Zhai. Okay, show out your proof of invoice! ”

"As for the injuries on your body, hehe, I think eighty percent of them ran to grab a girlfriend from someone who didn't succeed, and they were beaten out, right?"

"I ...... I'm not lying! ”

"Well, take out your invoice! Otherwise, wouldn't anyone be able to get an antique fake and come to me Chen Haijun's stubble? ”

"I ...... I don't have an invoice. ”

The thin young man's voice suddenly dropped sharply, and he became even more inaudible: "You said that you can lose three or five thousand yuan without an invoice." ”

"Aha! I say? Do you believe everything I say? ”

"Now I'm telling you to eat, are you going?"

Chen Haijun spread his hands with tears and laughter, looking very helpless: "Everyone heard clearly, right?" This young man didn't have an invoice and dared to wronged me for selling a fake! What is this? When I'm Chen Haijun, I'm a bully, right? ”

After speaking, he glared at the thin young man viciously, and said in a slightly threatening tone: "Boy, if you dare to smear my Wanbao Zhai again, this Liangzi will be married to you!" ”

“……”

As soon as these words came out, Qian Bafang's younger brother trembled, and he didn't dare to say more than half a word.

And Qian Bafang, because his brother did not have the invoice relationship when he purchased, but he didn't know how to say it clearly.

However, the eastward flow was different, and he almost quickly pointed at Chen Haijun's weakness and said, "Why don't we hire a professional antique connoisseur?" ”