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Eight hundred and ninth chapter envy, jealousy, hate

After parting with Beatty, Liu Jianming took a flight back to Hong Kong the next morning and returned to Hong Kong Island.

Police Station.

Liu Jianming found Song Zijie, the inspector who was in charge of counterfeit banknotes in the previous episode.

"Aming, is it you? You don't go to the Three Treasures Hall without any trouble. You Interpol must have something to do to cooperate again." Song Zijie said with a smile, inviting Liu Jianming to sit down on the chair and make him a cup of coffee.

"Thank you." Liu Jianming took the coffee and took a sip. "Ajie, I remember the counterfeit banknote case last time. You have made great contributions, why are you still inspectors now?"

Song Zijie smiled self-deprecatingly, "Brother, do you really don't understand or fake? You should know more than me about the many things you did as the General Inspector before."

He picked up the pen and put it in his hand and turned it in his hand. "The most taboo thing about the police is that the police officers are involved in gangs. I have a gangster brother. It's good if he doesn't use any excuses to rub me down. I still want to wait for promotion?"

He looked at Liu Jianming with envy, "It's not like you were the general inspector at a young age, and you have a great hope of becoming the youngest police superintendent in Hong Kong. I don't know how many people envied, but it's a pity you..."

He kept shook his head, "It's just too stubborn, and you must have offended those people when handling the case..."

He pointed at the top of his head as if he was pointing a little.

Liu Jianming shrugged indifferently, "That's why I've changed careers now. The same police officer is much easier on the Interpol side, so there is no need to bother with those intrigues."

"That's right..." Song Zijie said sourly: "If you have the ability to rise, we can only cultivate this acre of three-part land until we grow old."

"Haha," Liu Jianming smiled, "Ajie, sometimes you don't have to worry too hard. There are 360 ​​professions, and you can change careers at any time if you are not happy."

"It's so difficult..." Song Zijie shook his head with deep feelings, "I won't talk about these unhappy things anymore. By the way, are there anything important things you need to come to the police station?"

Liu Jianming nodded and put down the coffee cup he had finished drinking, "Ajie, did your Hong Kong police miss some people when they arrested the criminal last time?"

Song Zijie grabbed his hair, "The main people involved in the case have been arrested, except for a printer named Chen Bo, who is still at large..."

"He is not an ordinary printer, but the most awesome templates, carvings, and color tuning masters!" Liu Jianming corrected: "You actually let such a core figure run away. It's really...ah..."

He was really speechless. No wonder the counterfeit banknote case will rekindle again. Such a technical talent can start work wherever he goes. As long as the boss he takes in is not a brainless person, he will definitely be able to grow bigger.

Song Zijie was dissatisfied with the other party for no reason, "Amin, you are standing and talking without a pain in your back. Do you think it is so easy to solve a case perfectly? Who knows that an uncle with seventy and eighty years old can be so important? Besides, the main culprit Gao Yingpei was dead at that time, and all the accomplices were arrested, and what else could not be closed? "

"..." Liu Jianming was even more speechless. He naturally understood what kind of urinary nature of the people above him after being a policeman in Hong Kong for so many years.

"Ajie, I'm not here to argue with you today. Now the counterfeit banknote case is rekindled, and I'm going to start wiping my butt again. Please transfer the last file about Gao Yingpei to show me." Liu Jianming said directly.

Song Zijie didn't look good either and waved to the outside of the office, "Buffalo, take the file of the last counterfeit banknote case to this Sir. Also, when you go out, help me take the door, I'm going to work. Our Hong Kong police are not as free as you Interpol."

The tone is full of sour smell.

"I've been disturbed."

Without a word of speculation, Liu Jianming immediately left the office.

Although the source of counterfeit banknotes in Feilubin is most likely that Chen Bo fled there and continued to commit crimes, the law has always focused on the link of evidence and gradual progress.

We cannot just rely on speculation to arbitrarily determine that the person who committed the crime in Feilubin this time was Mr. Chen.

What if it's someone else?

Law is a rigorous thing.

The necessary procedures must be completed and there must be no sloppy.

After an afternoon, Liu Jianming sorted out the thick file again, went to the Immigration Bureau, went to the airport, and investigated in turn by customs.

Finally got a key clue.

After leaving Hong Kong Island, Chen took a boat to Japan.

"Is it possible that it was not Chen Bo, but someone else who committed the crime in Feilubin?"

With this question in mind, Liu Jianming decided to go to Japan the next day to investigate Chen Bo's whereabouts.

However, the day before yesterday was already dark, and I was so tired after being busy all afternoon that it was time to find a place to sacrifice to the five internal organs.

While looking for a suitable restaurant along the street, someone shouted behind me:

"Team leader?!"

This title is really familiar. When I look back, I saw that it was the group of people I brought when I was the Chief Inspector of O'Chief.

"Hey?! It's really the team leader!" May screamed excitedly, and rushed into his arms. His body smelled so much that he hugged himself and refused to let go. He hadn't seen the team leader for too long, so he really missed him tightly.

The group of people suddenly became embarrassed.

"May, pay attention to the influence." Liu Jianming reminded her in her ear while patting her soft shoulders.

Ah May just woke up, left her arms with a little blushing, and said in a low voice: "It's really, it makes people feel embarrassed. Why do you guys look at them like this? There are no bugs on my face."

"You don't have bugs on your face, but our team leader must have one on your face, hahaha." Zheng Xiaofeng took over the conversation and said laughing.

Awen suggested: "Team leader, it's rare to be so coincidental today. Meeting is worse than meeting by chance. Everyone is here. Why not find a place to have a drink together, right?"

"This is a good thing. Team leader, you went to the Interpol to have a lot of things. Let's have a meal and chat. The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and it's rare to get together." The prodigy also suggested.

Liu Jianming was hard to refuse his affection. Looking at the faces that showed true feelings, he could not feel like he was rejecting. He could only say reluctantly: "Okay, it's rare that everyone is so dedicated, so let's have a drink together. However, don't compete with me for paying."

Now that I have returned to Hong Kong Island, I will withdraw money at will, and there are more than 700 million yuan in my account. I can be as casual as I want. This is also a place where I am more free to join the Interpol. Otherwise, if I was a policeman in Hong Kong Island, I would have used too much money of unknown origin, and IAC (Independent Commission Against Corruption) came to me to invite tea.

"Yeah!" The crowd cheered and surrounded Liu Jianming and ran to find a restaurant.

Finally, a group of people went to the VIP box of the Hong Kong Island Hotel to book the most luxurious table.

Inside the private room.

Everyone sat happily in order.

The food was still the same, and someone immediately broke in and shouted: "What's the matter?! Why are you sitting in our room?! Don't you know this is our exclusive private room for Brother Long? Get out of here!"
Chapter completed!
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