Chapter 397
The next morning, the sky was dawning, but there was already a lot of people in front of the Bai family mansion.
A group of people from the patrol house were standing on the road in front of the mansion, holding batons and looking at the two rows of soldiers opposite wearing helmets and carrying long guns with a confused look on their faces.
They never thought that they were just on a mission to arrest people as usual, so why did they end up facing the army?
"This is sir."
Tielin, the deputy chief inspector of the patrol room, bit the bullet and stepped forward to negotiate with the officer leading the soldiers, "We were ordered to take Zheng Jirong back to the patrol room to assist in the investigation. There was a shooting in Hua'an Building last night, and the victim was a tycoon. Mr. Zhang Wanlin, many witnesses identified Mr. Zheng as related to this case.”
As he spoke, he carefully handed over the arrest warrant.
However, the guard officer just glanced at it coldly, and then waved it down: "Stop talking nonsense, stop talking nonsense, there is no lady to say, you can try to enter this gate!"
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Facing this group of arrogant and powerful soldiers, Tielin looked annoyed but had nothing to do. These guys were all the guards left by Bai Chongxi to protect the Bai Mansion. They were all members of the National GM Army. If they really didn't want to let them go, what could they do? There's really nothing the patrol can do against them.
But if we go back like this, we won't be able to explain it to the superiors.
At this moment, the door of the mansion slowly opened, and Zheng Jirong, dressed in a crisp suit, walked calmly and walked out slowly, holding the radiant Bai Xiuzhu in his arm.
"Mr. Zheng!" Tielin had sharp eyes and immediately shouted loudly: "I am Inspector Tielin, deputy chief of the patrol room. Did you go to Hua'an Building last night?"
Zheng Jirong glanced at this guy calmly, then passed the guard in front of him, walked straight to him, and replied calmly: "Yes, I have indeed been there."
Seeing that he answered so readily, Tielin couldn't help but be stunned. Then he quickly adjusted his thoughts and continued to ask: "Then have you met Mr. Zhang Wanlin?"
Zheng Jirong nodded with a smile and replied: "Of course I have. Huasheng has been expanding its business in the French Concession recently, so I went to the hotel to visit him to discuss cooperation."
Tielin frowned and said coldly: "Then why was Mr. Zhang Wanlin shot to death after you left?"
He approached Zheng Jirong and said in a low voice, "According to the hotel front desk, she was coerced by your men at gunpoint before revealing Mr. Zhang's room number. Therefore, we have reason to suspect that you have a major connection with this murder case."
Hearing this, Zheng Jirong smiled nonchalantly. He gently interrupted Tielin and asked, "Mr. Patrolman, how are you sure that what the female receptionist said is true?"
"And to take a step back, even if my men really use guns to force her, it is still my men's behavior. What does it have to do with me?"
He spread his arms and continued to smile: "What's more, who can prove that no one entered Zhang Wanlin's room again after I left? It would be too hasty to conclude that I am the murderer just because I have met him. Already?"
Tielin was speechless by Zheng Jirong's words. He glared at Zheng Jirong angrily, but was speechless.
Seeing this, Zheng Jirong shook his head and was about to turn around and leave.
In this era without fingerprints, surveillance and ballistic detection technology, it is really easy for a big shot like him to get away with the crime.
Seeing Zheng Jirong about to get into the car and leave, Tielin grabbed his arm in a hurry and shouted: "We do not have direct evidence now, but this does not clear Qi's suspicion! This is an arrest specially approved by the patrol room. Order, we have the right to..."
Before she finished speaking, Bai Xiuzhu impatiently snatched the arrest warrant from Tielin's hand and tore it into pieces in front of him.
She glared angrily and said sternly: "You don't even have evidence, so you dare to arrest people at will? If you dare to mess around again, be careful that I won't even consider you a patrol officer!"
"Hey", Zheng Jirong patted Bai Xiuzhu's arm, telling her to calm down.
Then, he turned to Tielin and said in a gentle tone: "Inspector Tielin, I believe you are a good official who is willing to eliminate harm for the people, but Zhang Wanlin's matter really has nothing to do with me."
He paused slightly and continued: "I heard from the servant that there was a chaos in the concession last night. Deserters from the north were rampant, causing many foreign casualties. I guess that Zhang Wanlin's incident was probably caused by these deserters. You should focus on hunting down them at the moment. These deserters come here instead of doing useless work here."
After saying that, Zheng Jirong stopped looking at Tielin, turned around, got in the car, and left Juechen.
Looking at the car's retreating back, Tielin narrowed his eyes and stared for a moment, then suddenly spat on the ground.
Damn it, he doesn't care about this, just let these gangsters bite dogs, it's better if they all die!
Shili Foreign Market, Huasheng Club.
The original nightclub for foreigners has been completely transformed and now it has become a gathering place for Chinese from all walks of life.
Zheng Jirong was sitting in his office on the third floor, looking through the window at the bustling gathering of partygoers below.
Although the club has only been open for a few days, due to its unique positioning as a gathering place for Chinese people, it has already attracted many wealthy children and wealthy ladies in Shanghai.
Although it was still morning, the billiard hall and the bar were already full, and laughter and laughter were everywhere. It was obvious that he had made another profitable business.
Just when he was proud, Tiezhu and Du Dapeng pushed in the door.
Zheng Jirong saw that their faces looked a little uncomfortable, so he couldn't help but ask: "Is the matter not done?"
The two looked at each other and nodded silently.
Zheng Jirong frowned slightly, placed the cigar in his hand lightly on the table, and asked calmly: "Even if an old Japanese man has money, he just hires a few bodyguards. Can he stop you two?"
Tie Zhu stepped forward and said with a grimace: "Brother Rong, things are a little unexpected. We found the old man based on the clues provided by Axing, but found that his hiding place was not simple."
"Tell me about it," Zheng Jirong asked curiously.
"That old devil is actually a religious man. The villa he is hiding in is the headquarters of [Yiguandao] in Shanghai."
"As soon as we got there, we found that the courtyard and the lobby were almost full of believers, and most of them were from the Communist Party of China," Tie Zhu explained.
"What about ZG people?"
Zheng Jirong raised his eyebrows and looked at the ferocious looks of the two men without taking it seriously, "They still dare to stop you?"
"Dare you!"
Du Dapeng said seriously: "Brother Rong, do you know! That old devil is still the deputy altar leader in Yiguandao!"
"As soon as we showed our murderous intentions, those believers were like crazy. They rushed up and surrounded Tie Zhu and me. Although we accidentally injured a few, they were not afraid. Talking about nature and the unity of man and nature, and then pounced on them one after another as if they didn't care about their lives. "
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