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Hearing Ji Bu's words, Miao Zhihua could not help but twitch his lips, glanced around, and quickly pulled him aside:
"After all, it's a public place. Pay attention to the words you speak. If others overhear you, it won't affect you well."

"Is this important?!"

Ji Bu raised his eyebrows and looked at Miao Zhihua coldly: "What does it have to do with me..."

"you need to know."

Miao Zhihua looked left and right again, pulled Ji Bu's arm and reminded in a low voice:
"You are a police officer now! You are no longer the undercover agent who follows Lin Kun, do you know that!"

"Fuck your police!"

Ji Bu refused straight away, and said in a deep voice, "Aren't you wondering if I sent someone? I have no interest in this messenger at all!"

"I didn't do all this to be a dog to these ghosts. What I did was just what I wanted to do. I have my principles. You can't understand!"

"..."

Miao Zhihua was taken aback again, and opened his mouth to speak: "Abu, calm down!"

"I can't fucking calm down!"

Ji Bu raised his hand extremely violently and opened Miao Zhihua's hand that wanted to grab his arm: "I'm helping you catch a thief, you want to kill me?"

"Just now, Tianhong was almost shot to death by them!"

He reached out and pressed Miao Zhihua's shoulder, stared at him with wide eyes, and made a booing gesture with his fingers:

"Ghost, you must die!"

"Stop talking nonsense, or I will kill you together!"

Done.

He tapped Miao Zhihua with his finger in the air, turned around and walked outside with Ajun and godson:

"First kill the one who shot just now."

Luo Tianhong and A Ji quickly followed.

Dongguan boy raised his hand and left with his own people.

Naturally, Miao Zhihua would not stop them. He watched them leave, and his eyes fell on Zhou Yi who was held down by his subordinates:

"Zhou Yi, I am now officially notifying you that you have been arrested. We suspect that you are related to a huge drug trafficking group on Hong Kong Island."

"Now, please go back and cooperate with us in the investigation."

soon.

The pier quickly restored order under the control of the police.

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Night falls.

Western District Police Department.

In the superintendent's office.

"no way."

Zhang Dacheng sat on the sofa and smoked a cigarette, the lingering smoke enveloped his whole body:
"I shot from behind, and their people reacted too quickly, so they dodged them."

He raised his head and looked at Superintendent Abbott who was sitting across from him, and explained again: "It's really not me, the situation at the scene is too bad."

"I fired under great pressure, but I didn't have a chance to fire a second shot. If I fired a second shot, let alone whether I could hit Ji Bu, I would definitely be beaten to death by these rotten boys."

Zhang Dacheng's shooting was not in compliance with the rules, like an old silver coin sneaking directly behind him, he would definitely get complaints.

"call"

Abbott glanced at him, exhaled and waved his hands: "Forget it, if you fail, you fail. There is nothing to say."

"You should write a report first when you go back at night, and describe the reason for your shooting and the situation at the scene."

"I'll help you with your shooting. Go back and prepare a report."

"Thank you."

Seeing that Abbott was not angry, Zhang Dacheng nodded in surprise: "Okay, Thank Sir."

"Let's go."

Abbott got up and walked outside: "Sir Zhang, although this matter failed, it doesn't matter, there will be opportunities in the future."

"You let us see your courage and ability, keep working hard, the position of superintendent will be yours sooner or later."

Abbott was uncharacteristically not angry, not because he didn't care, but at this juncture, Zhang Dacheng was needed to help them do things in front of him in a panic.

"Okay okay."

Zhang Dacheng nodded and bowed, like a pug, humbly listening to Abt's words.

"Keep going."

Abbott patted him on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement.

Zhang Dacheng was like a shot in the arm, his fighting spirit was high again, and he saluted with a straight back.

Outside the police station.

Not more than ten meters away from the gate of the police station, a white-haired man was squatting on the grass, smoking a cigarette with his head bowed.

After hearing the movement at the gate of the police station, he looked up at Abt and Zhang Dacheng who were standing at the gate.

overhead.

The light from the street lamp cast down, making the white hair look whiter.

soon.

Zhang Dacheng greeted Abbott and left the police station with strides.

"Oh shit."

Zhang Dacheng breathed out with lingering fear. Originally, he was already prepared to meet the roar of the ghost, but he did not expect that the ghost would not be angry, but comforted himself, which he did not expect.

but.

He also knew very well in his heart that Gui Lao wanted to use him, so he treated him with this attitude.

"clatter."

Zhang Dacheng took out a cigarette, lit one for himself, and muttered to himself: "Damn it, a group of street ghosts are smarter than anyone else in their abacus."

"It's just that I'm surprised. Why does the ghost want to get rid of this undercover policeman Ji Bu?"

He exhaled the smoke and shook his head. He couldn't figure out the reason, so he didn't think about it.

Go forward for a distance.

His eyes fell on the telephone booth on the side of the road, then he bit the cigarette in his mouth, reached into his pocket for coins, and walked towards the telephone booth.

rear.

The man in white squatting on the grass glanced at Zhang Dacheng, stood up from the ground smoking a cigarette, and walked towards him.

"Zi"

When the white-haired man passed the street lamp, he raised his hand and pressed the cigarette he was about to finish on the lamp post.

The cigarette butt was crushed, and the sparks fell and quickly extinguished, leaving a trail of black soot on the white lamp post.

He casually put the cigarette butts in his pocket and continued to move forward.

The pace is getting faster and faster.

Quickly shorten the distance between the two.

The white-haired man stared at Zhang Dacheng who was walking towards the phone booth with a clear goal. With a shake of his right palm, a dagger appeared in his hand.

The sharp blade reflected the cold light under the light.

"Da da da"

The white-haired man quickened his pace, and rushed forward with a run-up.

telephone booth.

Zhang Dacheng went in and picked up the phone receiver with his left hand, and took out a coin with his right hand, just about to insert the coin, when he suddenly heard footsteps from behind.

He subconsciously turned his head and looked back.

Turn your head.

in sight.

A white-haired man rushed behind him, raised his knees high, and bumped into him.

In hand.

The sharp dagger blade was slightly abrupt under the light.

"Grass!"

Zhang Dacheng lost his soul, and almost subconsciously stretched out his hand to press the . pinned in the holster around his waist.

"Oh!"

The white-haired man had already flew forward, and his knees were heavily pressed against Zhang Dacheng's chest, with full strength.

"Crack!"

There was the sound of ribs breaking in the chest cavity.

Zhang Dacheng was severely knocked down in the phone booth, he dropped the phone, and the . he just pulled out of his hand fell to the ground in severe pain.

"call out!"

The sharp dagger passed in front of Zhang Dacheng, and a faint line of blood appeared on his neck, which gradually expanded.

"Snapped!"

The white-haired man pinched Zhang Dacheng's chin with his left hand, motioned for the dropped ., and looked at him expressionlessly:
"You can't even hold a gun, how can you shoot and kill people?!"

"Well"

Zhang Dacheng stared wide-eyed, staring at the white-haired man in front of him.

"Pfft!"

The white-haired man kept moving his hands, and stabbed quickly with his right hand holding the dagger, spurting blood spattered in the phone booth.

"Pfft!"

Following the white-haired man drew the knife.

Zhang Dacheng's body was detached, and without a support point, he slumped along the phone booth and sat down on the ground.

The gate of the police station.

Abt took his coat from the police station and was about to go home. He just walked out and happened to see this scene.

He shuddered and subconsciously took two steps back.

"Shh!"

The white-haired man raised the dagger in his hand and pointed at Abt, staring at him.

on the blade.

The remaining blood dripped down the blade.

"Gudong."

Abt swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at the white-clothed man who turned and left, and then touched his waist belatedly, but it was in vain.

I didn't carry a gun myself.

"Come on, come on!"

Abt turned his head and yelled towards the police station, beckoning the rushing police officers to run towards the collapsed Zhang Dacheng in the phone booth.

Immortals are hard to save.

"This"

The police officer looked at Zhang Dacheng who had moved, and couldn't help but looked at Abt who was in a daze: "Who did this?! Superintendent, have you seen it?"

"No"

Abt recalled in his mind that the white-haired man made a gesture of wiping his neck before leaving, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and shook his head, repeatedly denying:

"No, I didn't see it. I saw him fall when I came out. I don't know who did it."

After he briefly dealt with the situation absent-mindedly, he immediately ran back to the police station in a panic, picked up the phone and called Mai Billy.

Soon.

As soon as the call was connected, he yelled into the phone quickly: "Mai Billy, something is wrong!"

"It's over, it's over, Ji Bu's mad dog is completely crazy!"

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after one day.

Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station.

Ji Bu took Ajun with him, and Ajun held his godson in his arms, and met Lin Kun in the interrogation room.

In just two days, Lin Kun's hair was completely white.

"coming."

Lin Kun's condition was much better than usual. After seeing Ji Bu, he took the initiative to say hello, and then his eyes fell on Ajun.

There were ripples in Ajun's eyes, and she looked at Lin Kun eagerly, her voice was crying: "Sister-in-law"

"All right."

Lin Kun laughed with the corners of his mouth pulled, and said angrily: "Silly girl, why are you crying, isn't your brother-in-law here?"

"The police said that I voluntarily confessed to other people, which can be regarded as a kind of meritorious service. It will help when sentencing later, and it can save a few years of sentence."

He shook his head with a smile, looking very calm: "Okay, don't cry, my son will cry later."

He held out his hand, the handcuffed hand prominently.

Ji Bu gestured with his eyes, and the police officer hesitated for a moment, before stepping forward to remove Lin Kun's handcuffs.

"son."

Lin Kun held his son in his arms, and stretched out his fingers to tease his face.

The child moved his hands and feet in his arms, found a comfortable position, and continued to sleep.

"Haha, I didn't like to sleep like this when I was a child."

Lin Kun laughed happily, glanced at his son again, and returned him to Ajun directly:
"Ajun, help my brother-in-law take care of the child. I know it will be very hard, but I can only get rid of you."

"Help me take care of him and lead him on the right path."

Speaking of it.

He looked up at the ceiling rather sadly, and sighed to himself:

"A person's life is really short. You can't go the wrong way. If you go the wrong way, you can't turn back in this life."

"You can't do wrong things. If you do wrong things, you will never be able to turn over in your life."

Lin Kun took a deep breath, turned to look at Ji Bu in front of him, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, did not speak, turned and left with the police officer.

out of the police station.

With the arrest of Lin Kun, Zhou Yi was arrested, and the entire drug trafficking line was destroyed, Hong Kong Island fell into tranquility for a short time.

night.

The two were walking on the road.

Ji Bu walked in front, Ajun walked behind, and the two always kept a distance.

Ji Bu stopped suddenly.

The thoughtful Ajun didn't notice, and almost bumped into him, but fortunately, he braked in time.

"Ajun."

Ji Bu looked at Ajun with a complicated expression: "Will you hate me?"

"I personally sent Brother Kun and your sister in, if it wasn't for me, maybe."

"you"

Ajun looked at Ji Bu, raised her hand and wanted to slap him in the face, but she didn't slap her, and she took it back in the air.

"never mind."

Ajun gritted her teeth, with ripples in her eyes: "I don't want to talk about this matter anymore, so be it."

Ji Bu stood where he was, looked at Ajun who was leaving with the child in his arms, took a deep breath, and glanced at Hua Tsai:
"Arrange someone to watch her, Brother Kun confesses, someone will definitely retaliate."

"Ah."

Hua Tsai nodded, took out his phone and made a call.

Behind.

Miao Zhihua followed, looking at Ji Bu with a complicated expression.

"how?"

Ji Bu raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Sir Miao, do you have something to say?"

"Um"

Miao Zhihua pondered for a while: "Chief Inspector Zhang Dacheng of the West District Police Station died, this matter."

"He's dead, what does it matter to me?"

Ji Bu asked back.

"Too."

Miao Zhihua took a deep breath, rubbed his face, and stopped talking about it, and said, "Forget it, let's talk about Miss Yang Koukou."

"She has called me countless times to see you. It should be something urgent. It's time to see her, or she should be angry."

talking.

Rong Jibu refused: "Go, I'll take you to see her."

Two 10 minutes later.

Under the leadership of Miao Zhihua, Ji Bu entered a high-end residential area through the security guard at the gate.

The elevator goes up.

1802.

"Wu Sir."

Miao Zhihua looked at the middle-aged man who came to open the door, smiled, and said a little cautiously:
"I brought people."

Ji Bu quickly looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.

The middle-aged man was wearing dark cropped trousers and a white button-down shirt with a slim fit. He looked about 40 years old, with a Chinese character face and a serious smile. Standing there, he naturally exuded a vague aura.

The middle-aged man was also looking at Ji Bu, and after a few glances, he took the initiative to say:
"You are Ji Bu who cracked the case of the Lin Kun drug lord group, right?"

He nodded, and expressed his own evaluation: "Not bad, not bad, he really looks talented, and his eyes are very firm."

Following a brief self-introduction: "My name is Wu Xianming, and I am Miss Yang Koukou's friend. She has been waiting for you for a long time."

talking.

Wu Xianming stepped aside and said, "Come in."

"Da da da"

in the living room.

Rapid footsteps sounded.

Yang Kou Kou ran over quickly and appeared at the door. When she saw Ji Bu, she slammed on the brakes abruptly, stood where she was, and looked at Ji Bu carefully.

"Coco."

Seeing Yang Kouko's reaction, Ji Bu frowned: "What? You don't recognize me?"

"Abu!"

Yang Kouko heard Ji Bu's words, and then came up, grabbed his hand and looked at him carefully.

Follow along.

She also took a special look at the back of Ji Bu's neck, saw the familiar scar, and then completely let go of her guard.

"Abu!"

Yang Kou couldn't hold it anymore, she got into Ji Bu's arms, hugged him tightly, and said with a little bit of fear in her voice:

"It's you, it's really you."

"Ha ha."

Wu Xianming squinted his eyes, looked at the two people who behaved intimately, and he basically knew it, and nodded with a smile:

"Come in and talk."

"Well."

Yang Kou Kou acted coquettishly, hugged Ji Bu tightly and refused to let go: "No, I won't let you go."

That night, what happened to the real and fake Jibu brought her a serious psychological shadow.

"All right."

Ji Bu touched her head helplessly: "Go in and talk." Seeing that she refused to let go, he had no choice but to hug her horizontally and walked in.

"Tsk tsk."

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Wu Xianming said nothing, took out three bottles of mineral water from the refrigerator, gave them to them, and left very consciously:
"You guys talk, I'm off to work."

He turned and walked into the study, closed the door, picked up the mobile phone, and called Papa Yang directly:

"President Yang, it seems that Kou Kou is more dependent on Ji Bu than expected, tsk tsk."

"Ha ha.."

Father Yang smiled heartily: "What do you think?"

"can."

Wu Xianming made his own superficial evaluation: "The first impression is not bad, the face is not bad."

"Oh?"

Father Yang became interested: "Wu Sir, your evaluation is very high, I really want to meet this kid."

"Ha ha."

The two talked on the phone.

in the living room.

Regardless of Miao Zhihua's presence, Yang Koukou held Ji Bu's wrist tightly and refused to let go, and began to tell Ji Bu about her experience.

Miao Zhihua sat on the sidelines and listened. Just now, the two of them acted as if they were in their own home, and the senior superintendent Wu Xianming was not angry. It seems that Yang Koukou's background is bigger than he imagined.

"I think."

Yang Koukou raised her head, her tone trembling slightly: "That person is the dead Ali!"

"what?!"

Hearing this, Ji Bu frowned, and instantly knit together: "Ali?!"

"what?!"

When Miao Zhihua heard the news, he trembled and jumped up from the sofa:
"Ali?!"

"Impossible. Although I didn't recognize him at the beginning, I have already compared him. This person is him. How could he appear again now?!"

Judging from Yang Koukou's description, Ali's sudden appearance and contact with Yang Koukou was still using Ji Bu's identity, coupled with his "resurrection from the dead", it was very strange.

Especially Miao Zhihua, his expression was very complicated and tangled at the moment.

Ali is his apprentice.

Why did he hide Jin Chan from his shell and get out, and then come back at the critical moment when Ji Bu was caught undercover?And use Ji Bu's identity to contact Yang Koukou?

now.

He was in a mixed mood, surprised and delighted.

Ali was his apprentice, of course he hoped that Ali would be fine, but with all kinds of things in front of him, they seemed to be the one being calculated.

"After being spotted by me, he fled directly."

Yang Koukou's face was slightly pale, and she still had lingering fears when she recalled that night:
"I don't know what his purpose is for the time being."

After Yang Koukou finished speaking, the whole hall suddenly fell into silence.

Ji Bu frowned slightly and remained silent.

Miao Zhihua gritted his teeth, took out a cigarette and lit it for himself, sucked heavily, and buried himself in the smoke.

The huge reversal made him unable to react or guess at all.

The three were silent.