"You ......"

Tart Sha was furious, his bald head lit up, staring at Qin Huanxi, but he couldn't do it in front of the public.

Qin Huanxi came to the coffin of the white-headed biao in the front hall, and suddenly shouted in shock: "Oops! Brother Biao, he opened his eyes! Tart, Brother Biao is watching you! ”

Tart Sha was so frightened that he almost fell, but fortunately, Ah Huo, a subordinate standing behind him, supported him from behind in time.

"What?!"

"Lao Ding has opened his eyes?!"

A group of people flocked to the coffin to watch, however, the white head was lying in the ice coffin with a peaceful face, and there was nothing unusual about it.

"Qin Huanxi, what nonsense are you talking about?!"

After realizing that he had been tricked, Tart Sha took off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and threw them on the ground, his eyes showing a fierce light, staring at Qin Huanxi, almost wanting to eat people.

"Hey, don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door! Could it be that Brother Tart Sha has done something to be sorry for Brother Biao, otherwise why did you react so much? Qin Huan smiled happily.

"Qin Huanxi, why don't you make a lot of nonsense here, when will it be your turn to speak in our new Changxing?" Tart Sha shouted, jumping up and down with his fingers up, his eyes wide open, and his eyeballs almost glared out of his sockets.

If it were in other places, Tart Sha would have already served Qin Huanxi with an old fist.

"It's not Brother Huanxi's turn to speak, so it's my turn to speak?" Liu Jianming hoarsely walked into the mourning hall and looked at the tart sand with a smile.

Liu Jianming's pretended to be Jiuzhiqiang, but he is a distant cousin of Baitou Biao, and he is also a hall master, and his identity is the same level as Tart Sha, so he naturally speaks and does not need to look at anyone's face.

Tart Sha crooked his mouth and stared at Liu Jianming for a long time, and then under the persuasion of his subordinates, he walked away with his neck on his face.

……

By the time Baitoubiao's funeral was over, it was already evening, and the sun was setting in the west.

Leaving the cemetery, Niu Dali drove a black Master's car, downloaded Liu Jianming and Qin Huanxi at the foot of the mountain, and drove onto the road.

The car is driving at a constant speed on the road.

Inside the car.

Qin Huanxi, who was sitting in the back seat, said to Liu Jianming beside him: "Brother Qiang, you will choose a new hall in two days, do you have any plans, and besides, how do you plan to clean him up with that vicious dog in Tartsha?" ”

"Huh." Liu Jianming smiled disdainfully and looked at Qin Huanxi: "Huanxi, it's just a dog to clean up, can you use so much effort?" It is only necessary to analyze the strengths and weaknesses of tart sand, and then prescribe the right medicine, which will definitely cure the disease. ”

"Hey, hey, hey......" Qin Huanxi laughed for a while and said, "Brother Qiang has a point. Tart Shamu is empty, thinking that he is determined to get the position of the museum, nothing more than relying on three things, the first has many brothers, the second is rich, and the third is well-connected. ”

"Since Brother Huanxi, you have analyzed the three strengths of Tart, then I will pick out his three weaknesses......" Liu Jianming raised a finger seriously: "The first brain is dead." ”

Then he put up a second finger: "Second brain." ”

Finally, he raised a third finger: "The third is still brain-dead." ”

"Hahaha! Brother Qiang, the three points you summarized are really appropriate! Let Tart Sha know that he must worship you as a god, because you are so right. Qin Huanxi laughed and said, "Since Brother Qiang, you have already identified the three weaknesses of Tart, then you must already have a clever plan." ”

"There are no clever schemes, but there are a few clumsy ones." Liu Jianming said with a smile: "Tart Sha has many brothers, and it is a very unwise choice to fight with him, and if it is not done well, it will cause the anti-black group to sweep up."

So, we can only work on the following two things.

Tart Sha is rich because he has a peripheral gambling syndicate, which has a large amount of income every month and has enough financial resources to support a large number of subordinates.

Knocking out the gambling syndicate of tart sand will cut off his lifeline, and this plan will be personally responsible for me. ”

"I'll leave the networking aspect to me. Let's bring back more than 200 million worth of 'Magu', and after it is dispersed, there will be enough funds to buy votes. As long as more than half of the ten hall masters support us, when we run for the election, we will win. Qin Huanxi said confidently.

"Okay, then we'll go our separate ways. Do you need additional help with personnel? Liu Jianming asked.

Qin Huanxi waved his hand, "It's enough to have the three of them who are gunshot, Ah Jiang, and Ah Ghost and help me with guessing." ”

Liu Jianming nodded, and ordered Niu Dali, who was driving in front: "Dali, stop at the intersection in front of you and let Brother Huanxi get out of the car." ”

"Got it, Brother Qiang."

……

Meanwhile.

Police station.

Chief Superintendent Kwok Hok-wah summoned Chief Inspector Yip Siu-leung and Chief Inspector Cheuk Hoi of CIB to the conference room.

Chief Superintendent Guo Xuehua said with a sad face: "Two, I believe you already know, just last night, we lost an excellent commander, Chief Inspector Kang Daoxing. ”

Zhuo Kai mourned silently, but Ye Zhaoliang looked disapplieving.

Guo Xuehua looked at Zhuo Kai: "Akai, you were at the scene at the time, did Dao Xing say anything before he died?" ”

Zhuo Kai shook his head and replied depressedly: "No." ”

In fact, before he died, Kang Daoxing told Zhuo Kai that there were black policemen in the police force, and several undercover agents were deleted in a hurry, and asked Zhuo Kai to find them, but before he could say more, he was already dead.

Now that he already knows that there are black police in the police force, of course Zhuo Kai can't tell the truth and kill himself.

At present, he can't tell who is a human being and who is a "ghost" in the police force.

Guo Xuehua nodded with relief, and looked at Ye Zhaoliang again: "Xiao Ye, what is the current progress in the investigation of Kang Sir's death?" ”

Ye Zhaoliang replied: "Report to Guo Sir, we have conducted a 24-hour uninterrupted investigation of the crime scene and the surrounding area, and I believe that it will not take long for the case to make a qualitative breakthrough...... However, when it comes to intelligence, Zhuo sir's CIB should be clearer than our O's. ”

Ye Zhaoliang said for a long time, but he didn't say anything, but he threw a pot on Zhuo Kai's body quietly.

Guo Xuehua glared at Ye Zhaoliang dissatisfied, and then turned his gaze to Zhuo Kai.

Zhuo Kai is an honest man, so naturally he will not be like Ye Zhaoliang, but said honestly: "Guo sir, according to our CIB understanding, what Kang sir was following up before his death was the peripheral gambling group of the new Changxing club talker Tart Sha. After analysis by our CIB, it is very likely that the death of Kang sir is related to tart sand. ”

Guo Xuehua nodded and looked at the two right-hand men: "Akai, Xiao Ye." You must quickly solve this case, return justice to Sir Kang as soon as possible, let him die as he deserves, and crack down on the arrogance of criminals! ”

Zhuo Kai and Ye Zhaoliang responded together: "Yes sir!" ”