Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station.

Li Er walked into the office with a black plastic bag in his hand.

"Master, how did you know that Zheng Yijian was going to run away from the beach of Repulse Bay?" Bai Anni asked curiously as soon as she saw Li Er.

Instructor Hu, Ma Guiying and others in the office also quietly raised their ears.

They were also curious that the person Li Xianying couldn't find was actually found by a lazy person like Li Sir.

"I said they were rushing up to sway in front of my eyes, do you believe it or not?"

Li Er glared at the gossiping Annie in anger.

“…”

Annie and the others didn't believe it, but when they thought about Li Er living in the villa area of ​​Repulse Bay, Zheng Yijian and He Shangsheng were going to run in that direction, and it was really like they were rushing to die.

"Master, what is this?"

Annie Bai strangely turned over the black plastic bag that Li Er threw on the desk.

"Ah—! These are the three antique exhibits lost by Tong." Bai Annie looked at Li Er in surprise.

"Yeah, call their exhibition company and ask them to send someone to go over to get the things back." Li Er nodded.

Li Sir still understands criminals. Zheng Yijian and He Shangsheng have already planned to run away, so the stolen goods must be carried with them.

Without much effort, Li Sir found these three antique exhibits in the dark cabin of the speedboat found by Zheng Yijian.

However, Li Er searched for the 20 million yuan of cash that Zheng Yijian stole from Huang Qifa from the West District Police Station for a long time, but he couldn't find it. You know, this money was taken out by Tong Keren's real money, and this was to release Li Sir's blood.

Li Er now regrets that he killed Zheng Yijian too early.

"By the way, Keren's 20 million cash must be followed up. I don't care who Zheng Yijian gave the money. This is the stolen money and must be recovered. Otherwise, I will find a way to make the West District Police Station compensate."

Li Sir is indeed used to being thrifty and has not found any money, so he is in a bad mental state.

"Uh--! Li Sir, Miss Tong's 20 million is likely to have to ask the West District Police Station for compensation. Tong's family has a professional lawyer team." Ma Guiying said in a low voice.

"What does it mean?" Li Er's murderous eyes were given to Ma Guiying.

Ma Guiying carefully handed Li Er the Hong Kong Island Daily today.

"Li Sir, look at the headlines of today's morning newspaper."

Li Er frowned and took the newspaper.

The huge front page title is as follows: ‘The mysterious Hong Kong philanthropist selflessly donated 20 million candy, and the poor children around the world show their Christmas.’

“?????”

Li Er looked at the photos of a group of black children in the picture, and his lungs were so angry that he was furious.

"Li Sir, Zheng Yijian is afraid he is taking you, uh, he is using Miss Tong's money to do charity. It's exactly 20 million, and the time is up to par."

Ma Guiying's analysis makes sense, and Li Er wants to thank her heavily.

Annie Bai tried her best to wink Ma Guiying. Only then did Ma Guiying realize that she was sprinkling salt on Li Sir's wound.

"Ah—! I'm going to kill those two slings."

Li Er covered his chest in pain, and then he remembered that in the original drama, Zheng Yijian did donate the money to Africa.

Zheng Yijian donated money when he donated money, but he donated the money abroad to show his own pattern, which really made Li Er so angry that he vomited blood.

You know, at this time, let alone the mainland, there are many people in Hong Kong who need to receive relief funds.

"Li Sir, you seem to have killed the two of them." Ma Guiying made up for Li Er's sword.

Annie Bai found that Ma Guiying was hopeless and she was furious.

Li Er took a deep breath, making his lungs less burning. He now regretted that he killed Zheng Yijian and He Shangsheng too early. These two should have been whipped by the corpse.

"Xiaoying, come here a little, I promise not to pinch you." Li Er waved.

"Li Sir, our intelligence team has some tricks, I'll leave first." Ma Guiying was just slow, and she was not stupid, so she started to sneer immediately.

Li Er had nowhere to let go of fire, and his face turned red with anger.

All the police officers in the Chongyi Group bowed their heads to do things to keep themselves busy. Never look at Li Sir's eyes.

......

Taiwan Island.

Tainan.

Liang Qiqi stretched her waist boredly, and several vulgar Taiwanese men in the distance swallowed their saliva.

Liang Qiqi's chest was flat, but her delicate long legs were enough to make the men in the abandoned Taiwanese saliva, but none of them had the courage to come over and chat with her.

In the whole of Tainan, who doesn’t know that the women on the beach are VIP guests of the Donghu Gang.

"Matilda, don't you find it strange? After your master returned to Hong Kong Island, he seemed to disappear. I didn't see him taking even a killer order." Liang Qiqi sat on the beach chair, her eyes surpassing Zhang Xiaomeng, who was very good-looking, and looked at Matilda.

No matter how beautiful the beach is, you will have a day of getting tired of sunbathing every day.

Matilda lay indifferently on the sand.

"You don't know how lazy my master is. It's normal for him to retire before spending the money."

"Is that so? Why do I feel that your master has died? I checked the login records of several killer accounts of your master. He has never logged into the killer intranet once." Liang Qiqi is Yoshimura Notaro's killer agent, and Liang Qiqi of Yoshimura Notaro's killer accounts have login passwords.

"Haha!" Matilda sniffed twice, but she was not worried at all. It would be strange if her master logged into the killer website and did not accept orders.

In the words of Yoshimura No Taro, he came, and he didn't kill a few people and earn some extra money. He was simply sorry for the load on the rotation of the earth.

"The bastard is the same. He agreed to send a message once a month, but he lost contact directly. He didn't answer the phone or the email." Liang Qiqi angrily picked up the cold drink beside her and took a deep breath: "No, I want to go back to Hong Kong Island to see if he is really dead."

"If you want to prove whether my master is really dead, why is it so troublesome?" Matilda took off the sunglasses on her eyes and sat up.

Yoshimura Notaro was not by his side, and Matilda became lazy. She didn't exercise and made all day long with delicacies. The vest line on her abdomen had long become a small belly, and she was all in vain.

Matilda closed her lower abdomen in embarrassment.

"Isn't this the end of the month again? You asked Sister Haitang to call my master's account a few days later this quarter to see if he is resurrected."

Liang Qiqi's face was happy, and it was Matilda who knew her master.

Liang Qiqi and Zhang Xiaomeng also thought that this trick would be absolutely useful to Yoshimura Notaro, and I am afraid that the day after I arrived late, Yoshimura Notaro would jump.

"It's good to pay attention to this, but who will convince Haitang?"

Haitang dared not rely on Yoshimura Notaro's account.

Liang Qiqi looked at Zhang Xiaomeng, and Zhang Xiaomeng quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. She thought that the little transparent was her natal skill, and no one could match her at this point.

Liang Qiqi also knew that she could not count on Zhang Xiaomeng and looked directly at Matilda.

Matilda smiled and pointed at the huge diamond necklace around Liang Qiqi's neck.

Liang Qiqi: "..."
Chapter completed!