"Where is my Vaseline going? There is only half of the tube left in that thing, it can be worth at least 17 or 18 yuan."

When Hu Biao wrapped the wreck gun in two black garbage bags, and then planned to put it into a semi-finished sewer at a construction site with the temporary gun oil.

As a result, after touching my pockets, I immediately said nervously.

That's what! After he took a heavy blow to knock the Japanese devil of Kitahara Shiguang to the ground, Hu Biao immediately felt that the thought in his heart was the only understanding before.

But he also knew that this kind of thing was very good to do, but it would be a big trouble if it was caught.

Taking advantage of the fact that Da Bolian's woman was still a little confused now. She probably couldn't see her appearance clearly, so Hu Biao immediately ran back to the construction site.

Then, he went through two garbage bags in the cafeteria and found a place to hide the sensitive shell gun.

After all, Hu Biao was not stupid either. He thought about such an incident. Afterwards, the SIRs would definitely investigate vigorously, and they could not expose this deadly thing.

He even thought about running away, but isn't this just a self-indulgent?

Thinking that Da Bolian had never seen her face just now, Hu Biao thought that he still had a great chance of fooling her.

So he decided to check the situation on the construction site first and then decide what to plan later.

After touching all over his pockets, he thought about the half-tube of Vaseline, which was probably when he ran away, he didn't know where he fell halfway, and the SIRs might have the opportunity to appear soon.

He decisively gave up the plan to return the thing that was worth seventeen or eighteen yuan.

After hiding the shell gun quickly, he walked towards the place where he placed the mat, intending to make an illusion that he had been sleeping all the time and knew nothing.

It was halfway through the way that he realized that the wooden stick used to knock people was still being grabbed by him.

There is no way! This is the first time in Hu Biao's life that he has committed such an illegal and criminal act that he has hit the slap behind his back. It is understandable that he is a little nervous.

Without thinking too much, Hu Biao took off his T-shirt and wrapped his hands.

Then he quickly wiped a piece of the handle of the wooden stick and the fingerprints he might have left. Then he swung his arms and threw such a tool for crimes for a long distance.

Later, Hu Biao lowered the mat at a vent on the second floor.

After lying down, Hu Biao yawned heavily; now a young man who is used to moving bricks on construction sites quickly snoring sounds in his mouth.

The excellent sleep quality can be said that even if someone sings K around him, it will not affect his good rest.

It was nothing before, and the odor that was not in the middle of the night was definitely not sleeping.

Hu Biao, who was asleep happily, expected that the incident was a bit serious, and the subsequent noise might be relatively large.

But the noise became so great, and the follow-up was so exciting, but there was no expectation at all...

At 11:39 that night, 5 minutes after Hu Biao snoring, Fat Zaicong walked out of the dormitory where Hu Biao was cursing.

Tonight, he brought two horsemen and worked hard for one night and won about 1,000 yuan.

The main thing is that people from the same village really can't take ruthless measures, otherwise everyone's face will not look good if they make a fuss. According to Fatty Zaicong's idea, if they win less, they will lose.

Especially when he thought of the perfect pig-killing object of "Coulie", he was always a little bit unattended, and his heart was filled with anger.

After throwing the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground, he shouted:

"The Shun Family Shaw (the whole family died) died and went! Go and find where the coolie will sleep at night. After finding it, he will teach him a lesson so that he will know that if he wants to stay on such a construction site, he must listen to my brother Cong.

We should move quickly. After teaching the silence, we could go to Song Ji for a midnight snack. I heard that the shop had some good stuff today, and it would be a big supplement for men after eating it."

Regarding the elder brother's suggestion, the two men who lived with Fatty Cong naturally had no objection.

Even thinking about the men's great things, they were eager to try to deal with Hu Biao's meal.

In this way, the three of them started to wander around the construction site together.

After only a few steps, Fat Zaicong saw a wooden stick on the ground. He picked it up and waved it a few times, and found that it was quite easy.

For this reason, he decided to use this stick to beat the "could" with a brutal beating...

*******

At 11:42 that night, the police station nearest the location of the incident was closest to the police station. On duty, SIR Zhou Changgui brought three official subordinates and five temporary workers, driving a total of two cars.

After receiving the 4-minute 21 points from the platform notice, they rushed to the wasteland next to the factory.

As soon as he saw the situation at the scene, Zhou SIR, who was led, took a breath.

The Japanese devil named Kitahara Hiroshi fell to the ground without knowing his life and death, and a large amount of dazzling blood was already flowing from under him.

It was about a few meters away, a woman in a torn dress was sobbing helplessly.

As soon as he saw them, the woman screamed excitedly: "So SIR, help me, this bastard Kitahara Shihiro wants to invade me~"

Zhou SIR, who has been in the industry for almost 20 years, certainly knows that as long as it involves a case involving foreign personnel, it is more troublesome.

If serious personal injury is added and factors such as suspected of forcibly having sex between the two sides, it will be a major event that can break Maochengtian.

After forcibly stabilizing his mind, Zhou Changgui immediately arranged in a series of arrangements:

"Xiao Ma, report the situation here to your superiors immediately and urge the ambulance to come over quickly, otherwise this Japanese devil is not! This island merchant might fail."

"Old Li, please take two people to protect the scene first according to the regulations; Xiao Qian, take this lady with you and find a way to record your confession."

"A Qiang, come with me and search around. Maybe the criminals who have attacked have not yet gone far."

Under Zhou SIR's instructions, most of the people immediately started to work; he himself started to act with two temporary workers holding batons.

At the beginning, SIR was still undecided to search which direction to search first this week.

As a result, soon after, they passed through a gap in the wall and saw three people appearing on the construction site from afar, one of whom was holding a stick in his hand.

Without even thinking about it, he took the person carefully and hugged his waist and approached quickly.

When I got closer, I vaguely saw Zhou SIR, who seemed to have some blood on the stick, and nervously pulled the temporarily collected Type 92 pistol from my waist.

He clenched his pistol with both hands and jumped out, shouting loudly from his mouth:

"I immediately put down the weapon in my hand and hugged my head with both hands, otherwise I would shoot~"

Facing the nervous SIR and the black gun, Fatty Cong, who had been swearing and proclaiming not long ago that he wanted to beat Hu Biaoshi.

He threw away the stick in his hand in a daze. While squatting down with great honesty, he almost cried for a moment.

The Skin's shovel, he just screamed fiercely, but in fact he won't do anything when he really wants to hit someone.

It's just such a small matter. It's okay if Coulie is going to report it to SIR. It would be a bit too much to even take out the gun like this...

At 1:37 am the next morning, more than two hours after the incident.

The unlucky Mr. Shihiro Kitahara has been sent to the best people's hospital in Maocheng. Several department directors who were woken up overnight are jointly carrying out rescue.

The main reason is that the stick is a little too heavy, and Mr. Hiroshi Kitahara's situation is not so optimistic.

At the same time, the SIRs had basically calmed down when they saw Zhu Xiufen, a comrade.

In a short period of time, under pressure from multiple phone calls from superiors, they decided to start admitting confessions immediately and try to find the suspect out as soon as possible.

Then, you can handle it as much as you should, and you must be reasonable and well-founded.

Of course, as long as it is confirmed that Kitahara Shihiro was really committing violence at that time, the murderer's starting point can be understood and the responsibility can be mostly reduced.

This is also something that people like to see more.

After all, for the Japanese, except for those grandsons who have been kneeling for a long time, there are actually not many Chinese people who watch various magical dramas on a daily basis, and they will have a good impression of Japanese.

But what they didn't know was that in the past period of time, Dabolian had already made a decision in her heart.

She would not betray the prince who saved herself at the most dangerous time, even if the prince had a bit of a strong taste.

So, under the vigorous description of this dramatic woman:

A masked man with a height of 2 meters, a waist circumference of about two meters, a horse running on his arms and a fist standing on him, appeared in the portraitist's painting book.
Chapter completed!