I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 172 The mistake I made, I took my life to pay for it

"Adu!" Seeing Du Zhenghui holding a gun to his temple, Huang Zhiming took a step forward excitedly, and raised his hand to persuade him, "Don't do stupid things!"

"Yellow sir!" Adu smiled wryly. He was wearing a military uniform and a police rank, and he was holding a police point [-] in his hand.

This is his sidearm.

"I'm sorry, it's because I didn't do something good, made it difficult for you, and gave young and Dangerous boys a chance." Adu squeezed the trigger with his index finger, and with a little more force, pressed the muzzle of the gun into his skin, and said loudly: " But I was right!"

"I'm a soldier, they're thieves, it's only right and proper for the police to kill young and Dangerous boys!" Adu opened his throat, hissed and his lungs cracked, and his body trembled, roaring loudly.

"Adu, put down the gun now. I'll take you back to the police station. There is still a chance for everything." Huang Zhiming stopped abruptly, stepped back slightly, and shouted with a trembling expression.

A group of police officers "swish, swish, swish" and all raised their guns. Now the target is so excited, holding the gun on his head, and may turn towards them at any time. The front-line action troops who face criminals all year round, every Every action is based on your own safety.

But Du Zhenghui faced twenty black muzzles with a crazy expression, like a madman, and shouted: "Put down the gun?"

"Put down the gun and kill the thief!"

He sniffled his nose, two lines of yellow mucus still flowed down his nostrils, the drug addiction couldn't be stopped at all.

"I'm just killing criminals who broke the law, a bunch of rotten boys! What's wrong with you!" Du Zhenghui asked loudly: "Sir Huang, do you think I'm wrong? Why did you take me back to the police station? I'm Inspector O. O Note Inspector Du Zhenghui!"

Huang Zhiming couldn't help the tears in his eyes, and shouted excitedly: "Adu!"

"you are wrong!"

"You are just a policeman. The task of the police is to arrest people, not to kill people. Whether a person is guilty or not, the judge has the final say!"

"You go back with me, I'll take care of your affairs!"

"Yellow sir!"

"Tell me, am I right?" Du Zhenghui became even more excited, with trembling hands, pressing against his temples, his pupils were full of violence.

Huang Zhiming insisted: "You did it, Adu, you have to admit when you make a mistake, just like the rotten boy you caught, you should admit it too!"

"You recognize it, I still recognize you brother, go, follow me back to the police station, I will protect you!"

Huang Zhiming's eyes are firm. As long as Adu goes back to the police station with him, he will definitely save Adu. At least, he can plead with the judge and use public officials as an excuse to perform his duties. If he is contaminated with contraband and leads to adverse consequences, the judge will definitely commute his sentence as appropriate , and then take care of the relationship, Adu may not be closed for a few years.

At this time, Du Zhenghui seemed to be bitten by swarms of ants in his bones. His body began to tremble crazily, his cheeks twitched, tears and snot flowed all over his face, and he knelt down on his knees crying, still holding his gun finger firmly. , kneeling on the ground, weeping and shouting: "Huang sir..."

"Yellow sir..."

"Am I wrong, am I wrong..."

Huang Zhiming opened his mouth in horror, and immediately shouted: "Adu!"

"you are right!"

Without any scruples, Huang Zhiming quickly rushed towards Du Zhenghui, who was in front of him, but Du Zhenghui showed a relieved smile, and opened his mouth and said, "Sorry, sir."

"I was wrong."

"boom!"

By the bay, a shot rang out.

Du Zhenghui took advantage of the last sliver of clarity and decisively pulled the trigger. The shiny black .[-] had obviously been well maintained for many years. A bullet came out of the chamber, and after a short sound, it pierced through the skull in an instant.

Without any hesitation, Du Zhenghui fell sideways to the left and rolled over in front of the wooden house in Tai Po.

A police officer named O Ji lowered his gun with a serious expression, the sea breeze blew slowly over the grass leaves on the ground, and a few seabirds flew away in the distance.

Huang Zhiming stopped slowly and stood in front of Du Zhenghui's body with a dazed expression. He picked up a police gun that had fallen on Fangcao, knelt down on the grass weakly, and turned over the gun with one hand. The number of the police gun was on it: HP0728.

On August 1974, 8, a young man who graduated from the police academy stepped into the Central Police Station wearing a uniform, and was awarded the gun by Chief O.

Huang Zhiming gently stroked the serial number engraved on the gun with his fingertips, took a deep breath of air, and exhaled long: "Adu, no matter what the judge says, you will always be a good policeman in my heart."

"Sir Huang, people from the Xinjie South Police District have arrived." At this moment, a police officer put away his weapon and stepped forward to report that there were a few more police cars in Haiya. The police officer led the way forward, Huang Zhiming silently put away the gun, and said aloud: "Cooperate with the other party to search for evidence, the evidence and the body will be brought back to the General Administration."

"Yes, sir!" In Huang Zhiming's heart, Adu is still a policeman, but in the eyes of the rest of the police officers, Adu is undoubtedly an extremely dangerous criminal. According to the procedure, how to deal with it is necessary. As the chief inspector, Huang Zhiming Can't change anything.

However, Huang Zhiming and the arrival of a large number of police officers from the Xinjie Police Station caused the bad guys who had heard the news to evacuate silently. If Du Zhenghui had any luck, the only luck was to leave a whole body behind.

But when the team leader of the New Territories, Huang Zhiming and others searched a large number of guns, weapons, and white powder in the wooden house, the chief inspector of the New Territories couldn't help throwing away the cigarette butt in front of Huang Zhiming, and cursed angrily: "Damn, hit the street, Sucking so hard, it's fucking damn."

When he found out that Huang Zhiming's expression was wrong, he changed his mind and said, "Hehe, Sir Huang, this criminal is really playing tricks."

It is undeniable that Du Zhenghui's behavior seriously violated the police regulations and affected the image of the police force. The vast majority of dedicated police members will never have any sympathy for Du Zhenghui.

……

A week later.

New Territories, Chinese cemetery.

Huang Zhiming was wearing a brown windbreaker and a bucket hat of the same color, with a bouquet of flowers in his arms, raised his hand to take off his hat, bent down and placed the flowers in front of the tombstone.

On the tombstone, there is a serious and upright policeman wearing a green military uniform, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, bright eyes, and looking straight ahead.

A few scattered flowers and a pile of burnt yellow paper were scattered in the tomb.

On Huang Zhiming's tombstone, he raised his hand in salute, and remembered in a low voice: "Adu, I won a job compensation for you. Although I didn't win welfare allowance, it's no problem for your younger sister to finish her studies. In a few years, you Ximei graduated from university and can take care of her uncle and aunt until the end of her life."

"Your long-cherished wish, I will fulfill it for you. If the First World War is not over, I will always keep an eye on those young and Dangerous boys."

Do not!
Even if the First World War is over, there will still be World War II and World War III!

In Huang Zhiming's mind, the battle against the underworld, as long as there are still underworld in the world, it will continue for another day.

Wearing a military uniform, Li Yongli stood beside him, pattered, stood at attention and saluted the photo on the tombstone, and said aloud, "Du sir!"

"I will definitely avenge you!"

"Huh..." In front of the mausoleum, the mountain wind swept across the ground, and a few petals flew away, like a response.

On the rivers and lakes, a group of clubs with big bottoms and powerful people are annoyed and regretful at the five million bonuses.

Bright Gallery.

Heichai was dressed in a white shirt, holding a dragon head stick, and sat at the main seat.

Yuanbao, Mawang, and Fire Dragon are all in their positions.

Zhang Guobin sat on a chair, wearing a suit and tie, reached out to pick up the tea cup, took a sip of tea, raised his legs, put down the tea cup cynically, played with a butterfly knife in his left hand, and looked at the club leaders in front of him.

Yuan Bao covered his mouth with his left hand, and picked his teeth with a bamboo stick with his right hand, as if he had just had a full meal, he pouted and said, "Five million bonuses are spilled, and no one in the whole world can get them. Let that street boy open his head." Gun, die easily, it's just a joke."

"However, I never thought that the killer would be a policeman." Ma Wang interjected beside him.

"Is Yihai so hated by the police?"

"This means that the society is popular." Zhang Guobin shook his legs, rolled his eyes, and said casually: "If the society is not popular enough, I will shoot you with a black gun, why don't you hit someone else?"

"Everyone should be happy."

"Hehe." The landlord sneered from the side.

"What about the bonus?" Ma Wang asked.

In the arena, the bonuses released are rarely taken back.

But Zhang Guobin grinned and said: "The messenger is working, give it to the messenger!"

"No way, Brother Prince!" Yuan Bao was full of surprise: "I understand that there is an association that rewards red flowers for messengers, who dares to accept them?"

"cut!"

"Brainless!"

Zhang Guobin cursed angrily: "Of course he wouldn't dare to accept the bonus. If you donate it to the police force and contribute to social security, the messenger will definitely accept it..."

"..." Yuan Bao was speechless for a while, there are young and Dangerous boys rushing to give money to the police, damn it, isn't that giving the bullets to the police, and let the police blow your head off?
Heichai had a calm expression on his face, and said in a deep thought: "It's not impossible to give it to the police."

"We, Yihai, gave out five million bonuses. If we don't give them out, others will say that Yihai is fake, who will surprise Yihai in the future?"

"Let's invite killers to shoot black guns one by one!"

"Since the police force has done something, then give it to the police force. Five million yuan in real money will be thrown away. Whoever dares to shoot black guns in the future will have to weigh Yihai's silver bullet!"

Zhang Guobin agreed: "That's right...we're throwing the silver bullet, what we want is a public opinion effect. If no one receives the money, after two years, who will remember Yihai's domineering?"

"We even sent it to the police, and it shocked everyone. At least in five years, no one would dare to forget how fierce Yihai's silver bullet is."

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" Zhang Guobin clapped his hands together, stretched out his hand and said, "Yuan Bao, Ma Wang, Grandpa, you're paying!"

Yuan Bao pursed his lips and said unwillingly, "I will transfer it to your bank account later."

This time, knowing that Fei Linzai was not dead, Ma Wang and Yuan Bao were a little shy, at least it was a million Hong Kong paper, but Yuan Bao agreed, and Ma Wang couldn't refuse, and immediately said: "Brother Prince, wait a minute It's your turn!"

(End of this chapter)