The best perspective expert

Chapter 52 Cooperate with the investigation
Han Zhenyang knew that he could not completely get rid of the suspicion, because the grievances between him and Sun Yuming's family were obvious. Among other things, the matter of Mingyu Jewelry could not stand up to scrutiny.

Of course, he never regrets it.

He struggled and hesitated that night, but when Sun Chenglong asked that Peter to attack his sister, he didn't want Sun Chenglong to see the sun the next morning.

As for the subsequent investigation, he was not afraid, because he really did not leave any direct evidence.

So when the inspector said that he was involved in a murder case, he just smiled, "Cooperating with the police investigation is the duty of every citizen, but before the suspect is confirmed, are you qualified to handcuff me?"

Hearing this, Jing Cha took a deep look at Han Zhenyang and retracted the handcuffs, "Please cooperate with our investigation."

Only then did Han Zhenyang nodded in satisfaction, "That's about the same," he said, shrugging his shoulders at He Qianjun, "Brother Qianjun, it seems that we have to go to the police station."

"Go, don't worry," He Qianjun didn't show any expression on his face, but after Han Zhenyang was pulled away by the police car, he said in a deep voice: "Let's arrange it and make sure he won't be treated unfairly. If, the police If you really found evidence against him, let me know as soon as possible."

"Okay, let's do it now, I will watch it personally," Li Zhongqiang nodded quickly.

But Han Zhenyang still insisted on his rhetoric of looking at the scenery after he arrived at the inquiry room of the city's first criminal investigation team.

As for other issues, I don't know at all.An old policeman wanted to deceive Han Zhenyang, saying that he had found his fingerprints in Sun Chenglong's room and asked him to tell the truth.

Han Zhenyang asked in surprise: "Really? But how did I hear that Sun Chenglong committed suicide?"

"Suicide? How is it possible?"

"Why is it impossible? If it is impossible, then you first talk about the cause of his death."

The several well inspectors looked at each other and were speechless. This is where they felt the most powerless. So far, they have not even found the cause of Sun Chenglong's death. There were no signs of illness, and good people died suddenly.If it weren't for the chaos in Sun Chenglong's room and the use of pistols, they probably wouldn't think of homicide at all.

Even now, several inspectors suspect that Sun Chenglong was frightened to death, thinking that Sun Chenglong must have hallucinated, shot randomly in his room and was frightened to death.It's absurd, but they really can't find the real cause of death.

They couldn't even determine the cause of death, so naturally they couldn't convict Han Zhenyang.After a few hours, they had to send Han Zhenyang away.

Han Zhenyang did not embarrass these well inspectors, but he was blocked by someone at the door of the inquiry room. He was a middle-aged man in his 40s, and he looked quite elegant. He is also very strong, but with a gloomy face, he stared at Han Zhenyang and said with hatred: "You are dead."

Seeing that the other party's face was somewhat similar to Sun Chenglong's, Han Zhenyang suddenly understood the other party's identity, it was none other than Sun Chenglong's younger brother Sun Chengfeng.But he still shrugged his shoulders, "Who are you?"

"Go to hell and you'll know."

Han Zhenyang twitched his lips, "Who are you scaring? There is hell, and trash like you will go down first."

"Do you think everything will be fine if the Jingcha can't do anything about you?" Sun Chengfeng said coldly: "I never look at the evidence when I do things. I suspect that you did it, that's what you did, and I have plenty of means to concoct you. Don't believe me We'll see."

"Who doesn't know how to brag, come now if you have the ability."

"Hehe, don't worry, we will meet soon," Sun Chengfeng suddenly smiled, turned and left.

Han Zhenyang looked at Sun Chengfeng's back thoughtfully. He already knew Sun Chengfeng's identity, so he naturally guarded against his revenge.But how many killers would he care about?What killer could threaten him now?gun?knife?poison?Or dynamite?

Of course, one has to be on guard. Be careful sailing for ten thousand years. If you lose Jingzhou carelessly, it will be too late to regret.

After leaving the public security building, he saw He Qianjun at the door.He Qianjun was leaning on the car and smoking a cigarette, when he saw Han Zhenyang, he asked with a smile, "I didn't make things difficult for you, did I?"

Han Zhenyang smiled, "No, it's just an ordinary question."

"Let's go, I'll take you to another good place today to get rid of bad luck."

"What a good place? Hehehe, I can open my eyes with Brother Qianjun again."

"Good place."

Han Zhenyang followed He Qianjun to many good places in the past few days, and his heart was very itchy. On the way, he secretly wondered if there were any good places in the island city that were not known to the public.The car was Li Zhongqiang's Mercedes-Benz, which was very fast, and soon got on Century Avenue. He was planning to leave the city.

Just as he was about to turn the corner, the Mercedes Benz made a loud "bang" and spun out of the road, followed by a burst of dense "swoosh" sound, the glass of the Mercedes Benz shattered in response, and the driver's body A few flowers of blood splashed out, and they collapsed on the seat without making a sound.

Han Zhenyang shuddered, pushed He Qianjun down, and then slammed the car door and rushed out, facing the dense bullets, like a humanoid beast, and rushed to the side of the Honda that was shooting wildly in three steps. In the horrified eyes of the gunman in the car, he grabbed him by the neck, pulled him out of the car window, and threw him down. He fell to the road with a "pop" sound, and immediately stopped moving.

The gunman on the other side was shocked when he saw this. He stepped on the accelerator and wanted to escape, but he stepped on it, but there was no response. He was anxious at that time, holding a submachine gun and pulling the trigger frantically at Han Zhenyang. The dense bullets were like raindrops. North Korea and Han Zhenyang enveloped the past.

See if you're not dead yet!
The gunman grinned.

But his ferocious smile froze on his face in the next second, and he stared blankly at Han Zhenyang's unscathed chest, "How is it possible? How is it possible?" At this moment, he even suspected that the submachine gun in his hand was a fake, otherwise Why can't you even wear a thin layer of clothes?No, it wasn't that it couldn't penetrate, but it didn't hit at all. The bullet was blocked when it was about to hit the opponent, as if there was a transparent steel plate in front of the opponent.

"You, who are you?" The gunman shuddered suddenly when he realized this, and asked stammeringly, but at the same time he opened the car door and jumped out.But as soon as he left, he was grabbed and dragged out of the car window.

With raging anger in Han Zhenyang's eyes, he pinched the shooter's neck and asked sharply, "Who sent you here?"

"You, you kind of kill me..." the gunman stammered and wanted to hold on, but just as he finished speaking, he felt his neck tighten, his breathing stopped suddenly, and his body twitched involuntarily. Tears welled up in an instant, eyes filled with pleading, and the trace of toughness just now disappeared without a trace.

In the face of death, they are all equally small and weak.

"Say!" Han Zhenyang let go of his palm slightly.

The gunman got a gasp and was just about to speak, when another car drove up on both sides of the road at a high speed.

Han Zhenyang was so angry that he grabbed the car door with his backhand and pulled it hard. He tore it off, and then slammed it vigorously. The door roared and went straight to a car. Most of the car shed that arrived was cut off, and the driver's upper body was cut off directly, and the whole car was drenched in blood.

Han Zhenyang himself ran over like the Hulk, snatched the submachine gun from the near-demented gunman, smashed it, and snapped the gunman's neck.

He had a gun in his hand, but Han Zhenyang didn't know how to use it. He pulled the trigger and fired all the bullets, but he didn't even hit a single shot.In desperation, he simply used it as a throwing stick, relying on his quick response and aura to protect his body, he just rushed to the shooter's side.Just look at the gunmen to see how heavy his hateful blow was. Basically, they died after being hit by him, and almost none of them survived after being knocked on the head.

Four cars and twelve gunmen came later, only one car escaped when the situation was not good, and none of the rest, including the driver and the gunman, escaped.At first glance, it looks like the shooting scene of a disaster blockbuster. There are blood donations and bullet casings everywhere, and the broken glass is scattered all over the place. Several cars look like they have been run over by a Tyrannosaurus rex. Many of them fell into the car, none of them survived, and one survived by luck, and Han Zhenyang made up for it calmly.

The fact that he possesses supernatural powers cannot be spread under any circumstances.

As for the aftermath, he didn't worry about it at all.Even if He Qianjun couldn't handle this kind of thing, the masters of these killers would still handle it. This kind of appalling incident would definitely not reach the public's ears.

The quiet intercity highway is filled with the strong smell of gunpowder and blood, and the surrounding area is dead silent, even the grasshoppers in the grass are quiet, as if they are afraid that the sound of their wings flapping will provoke Han Zhenyang, the god-killing thunderbolt one strike.

Han Zhenyang was also in a daze, turned his head and looked around, and asked himself in a daze: I did this?

However, his attention was quickly attracted by He Qianjun's coughing, and he hurried over, "Brother Qianjun, are you not injured?"

He Qianjun was a little embarrassed, knocked his head in the first impact, and is still dizzy now.In fact, from the crash to the end of the battle, the whole process did not exceed 1 minute.But it was a long time for Han Zhenyang and He Qianjun.

Han Zhenyang was furious. At that time, he was so angry that he wished he could kill all the killers in an instant.

He Qianjun was nervous. Although he was knocked hard, he could hear the sound of dense bullets and Han Zhenyang's angry shouts while he was dizzy. He was afraid that something bad happened to Han Zhenyang.The two looked at each other for a moment, and they breathed a sigh of relief seeing that the other was safe and sound.

"Brother Qianjun, what should we do now?" No matter how powerful Han Zhenyang was, he had never experienced such a thing.It was fun to fight back, but I really don't know how to deal with the aftermath.I couldn't help wondering: Is Li Zhongqiang capable of handling such a big scene?You know, this is an intercity highway where people come and go, and not three or five people died, including He Qianjun's driver, a dozen died.

He Qianjun patted Han Zhenyang on the shoulder, leaned on the seat, took out a cigarette and lit it, and took two puffs leisurely, "Don't worry, we are not the most anxious."

(End of this chapter)