Chapter 356: Unusual movements from all sides!
Although face cannot be eaten, it is very important for people of their level.
When Rodit took out the transfer order, Wang Bingyao understood that given the other party's status and position, he would never tell such a lie that would be easily exposed.
When he held on to the last glimmer of hope and carefully checked the entire transfer order, he completely confirmed this.
"How long do you want to see it?"
"If you don't believe me, you can give Brother Yi a call. I'll be standing here waiting for you."
Rodit took back the transfer order, and the smile on his lips contained a hint of sarcasm.
The foreigners behind him were even more arrogant, their eyes almost flew to the sky!
Especially the two Indian guys who were controlling An Zi, they showed curry-flavored smirks, kept glancing at the Chinese police officers, with a sense of superiority written all over their faces.
"Let go."
Wang Bingyao almost squeezed out these two words from between his teeth, with the word "reluctance" written all over his face.
However, within the system, a higher-ranking official can crush people to death, not to mention that the order was signed by the top boss. With his status and power, there is no possibility for him to compete with it.
To be precise, looking at all the Chinese police officers now, not one of them is qualified to openly disobey the orders of the boss.
This is the purpose of those foreigners who continue to suppress Chinese police officers!
If you really openly disobey orders, there will be only one consequence, which is that you will give the other party an excuse to dismiss you, which will be counterproductive.
"If you know what's good for you, get out of the way!" Rodit snorted coldly and shouted angrily at the Chinese police officers who looked indignant.
Although the Chinese police officers were unwilling to do so, they retreated to both sides at Wang Bingyao's signal, leaving a passage wide enough for one person to pass through.
Everyone's face was filled with anger, their fists were clenched, and some were even shaking with excitement!
However, they have the ability to change the current situation where the foreigners are in charge. Even if their dissatisfaction were to gather into rivers, they still cannot change it.
Rodit walked with his head held high and his chest puffed out, with a very imposing manner.
The few foreigners of slightly lower rank behind him were like roosters returning from victory, with arrogance and pride written all over their faces.
As for the two Indian guys, they puffed out their chests and raised their heads, with even their buttocks raised high, and their postures looked very awkward.
When passing by Wang Bingyao, the fat and big-eared Indian man deliberately spat on the ground, which was extremely arrogant.
Coincidentally, the spit fell on Wang Bingyao's shiny leather shoes.
"I'll attack your mother!"
Wang Bingyao's anger had already reached a critical point. After being stimulated by this incident, he could no longer bear it and exploded immediately!
Upon seeing this, the Chinese police officers dispersed in all directions without hesitation and said a word, apparently they were already familiar with the route.
One of the police officers quietly left the crowd and walked to the next room.
Wang Bingyao took a deep breath, concentrated his energy into his dantian, exerted force with his feet, jumped up, and pushed his feet against the wall.
The next second, he bent his legs slightly, exerted force suddenly, and combined with the waist and horse, his whole body rotated 360 degrees in the air.
Such a scene made everyone present stunned, and they subconsciously opened their mouths wide enough to fit an egg.
The next second, Wang Bingyao's leather shoes stained with thick phlegm kicked directly into the Indian man's face.
Asan couldn't even utter a muffled groan before he flew out and hit the wall of the corridor.
The strange thing is that his painting stayed on the wall for quite a while without falling down, just like a painting.
His eyes rolled back and he fainted.
"Pounce on your mother, do you really think my deadly scissor kick is just a reputation for nothing?"
Wang Bingyao landed steadily, his leather shoes were shiny again, he adjusted his belt and straightened his collar, his face was not red and he was not out of breath.
Seeing this, the Chinese police officers couldn't help but applaud, feeling like they had finally gotten rid of their anger!
"Wang Bingyao, you actually dared to beat up a police officer in front of me. What do you want to do? Are you rebelling?"
Facing Rodit's questioning, Wang Bingyao was not at all flustered and said, "Sir, he spit on my shoes to provoke me. A police officer who does not respect you is not worthy of being a member of the Royal Hong Kong Island Police Force!"
"Don't forget how many Chinese police officers there are in Hong Kong Island, and how many Indians there are!"
Rodit just looked at Wang Bingyao deeply, walked slowly to him, and whispered: "If you want to delay time, I won't give you a chance."
He did not continue to pester her, but chose to turn around and leave.
His top priority now is to bring this scoundrel from Hutchison back for interrogation.
Compared with the matter of bringing down Wei Longhao, everything else is completely unimportant.
Moreover, this Indian guy brought his own death upon himself and cannot blame others.
Thinking of this, Rodit pointed at the Indian lying on the ground and said, "Cancel his police qualification and send him back to India."
Upon hearing this, the other Indian wanted to plead for mercy, but he moved his mouth but still couldn't say anything.
Although there is no saying in India that "I would rather die than let my fellow Taoist die", he still understands similar principles.
After Robert left, various forces hidden in the police station passed the news through their own means.
They understood that once the Royal Hong Kong Island Police Force had enough evidence, they would definitely take action against Hutchison Whampoa.
Although, with Wei Longhao's current strength, he may not be killed by a single blow, but he will definitely be seriously injured.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the reason why Wei Longhao could make a lot of money in Zhenghang was, apart from his personal ability, the existence of Hutchison Whampoa was absolutely crucial.
If there is no support from the underworld forces, do you really think that a young man with no family background and who started from scratch can maintain such a large foundation?
Those jackals, tigers and leopards hiding in the dark had already swarmed over and devoured the food, dividing it up until nothing was left.
Therefore, for the enemies surrounding them, if the Hong Kong Police Force can really defeat Wei Longhao or inflict a heavy blow on him, they will have the opportunity to erode him.
It is also an opportunity for other underworld forces.
Hutchison's Yau Tsim Mong is all of the same quality, and I don't know how many people envy, hate and hate it!
It is no exaggeration to say that as the news spread, the entire Hong Kong Island was like a calm water surface that suddenly had a huge rock dropped into it, causing waves and ripples!
Countless ambitious people began to take action, trying to ensure that when the news was confirmed, they would be the first to take action and tear off the fattest piece of meat from Wei Longhao!
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Inside the black Toyota Crown with flashing red and blue lights, Anzi sat quietly in the back seat, looking at the scenery outside the window. He had no intention of speaking and kept thinking in his mind how to respond next.
Strangely enough, those foreigners didn't show any intention of asking questions.
This resulted in a very depressing atmosphere in the car, with only the radio crackling and intermittent harsh sounds coming from it.
Soon, the car arrived at the headquarters of O-Ji.
Unlike in the past, the gate at this moment was filled with all kinds of cars and surrounded by media personnel holding microphones and cameras.
Seeing the car returning with flashing police lights, someone in the crowd immediately shouted, "The license plate number is right, it's this car, everyone hurry up!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone rushed forward, instantly blocking the road ahead, and the car could no longer move forward at all.
This made Rodit, who was planning to be interviewed, immediately order his men to stop the car.
He adjusted his appearance in the rearview mirror before getting out of the car in a pretentious manner.
As for the others, they naturally followed closely behind.
As Anzi, handcuffed, got out of the car, the originally dark night suddenly seemed like dawn. Flashes of light were almost continuous, and the sound of shutters was endless!
This sudden scene made Anzi subconsciously close his eyes and reach out to block it.
This action was seen by the Indian man standing nearby as a signal of attacking the police. Almost as a conditioned reflex, he punched Anzi in the stomach immediately.
Anzi was totally unprepared, he could not have imagined that these police officers would dare to take action in front of so many cameras!
He immediately bent his waist uncontrollably, groaned, and looked grim.
When the reporters saw this scene, their faces immediately flushed, they shouted with great excitement, and pressed the shutter buttons of their cameras frantically to faithfully record this scene.
"Big news! Really big news!"
"Fight! Keep fighting! Don't control it!"
After the punch was thrown, the Indian was completely stunned. He stood there in a daze, motionless, like a sculpture.
There were four big words clearly written on his face: at a loss.
After Rodit saw this scene, he was so angry that his nose was almost crooked. If it weren't in front of so many cameras, he would definitely remind this Indian of the fear in his bones of being dominated by their British Empire.
“Excuse me, has the Royal Hong Kong Island Police Force always treated criminals in this way?”
"I heard that the murder of the famous star Qin Han was done by a member of the triad, is that right?"
"Which gang leader is behind this? Can you tell us?" "You Indians have always looked down on the Chinese, so you often resort to violence, right?"
The reporters were talking at once, with the microphones almost pointed at Rodit and his companions' faces.
The topics were so sharp and explosive that no one dared to say a word.
"Sorry, no comment!"
"In addition, I would like to state here that this Indian police officer is just a temporary worker of our Royal Hong Kong Island Police Force. Anything he did was just his personal behavior and has nothing to do with us."
Robert said this with a cold face, and started to squeeze into the crowd.
At this time, a team of police officers rushed out from the headquarters building, each holding an explosion-proof shield.
"Everyone who doesn't care, please get out of the way!"
"Repeat, all irrelevant people, get out of the way!"
The leading police officer kept shouting with a loud speaker in his hand, while the other police officers quickly separated the crowd, their movements were quick and professional.
Although the reporters were fearless, they were not fools and they all made way for them.
However, although the road was cleared, the mouth did not stop for a moment.
"Can you explain why you lynch criminals for no reason? Criminals are also human beings and have the same human rights. You are trampling on the freedom and rights that belong to the people!"
"Can you tell me the details of Qin Han's murder? Many fans are very concerned about this matter. I even heard that many fans from Taiwan are rushing to Hong Kong Island. You must give an explanation."
"I heard that Qin Han's death was caused by the triad. What was the specific reason? As citizens of Hong Kong Island, we need to have the right to know!"
"Will this incident strengthen your resolve to crack down on triads? Citizens across Hong Kong Island are getting tired of hearing slogans every time you just shout them."
Facing the reporters' questions, Rodit just kept a straight face and said nothing.
For those in power, free speech will only increase instability.
It would be best to shut up all these people so that they cannot speak out their grievances. This is the most beneficial way to rule.
Unfortunately, in this land, the right to free speech has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Even if I wanted to change it, I couldn't do anything.
Once people's consciousness is awakened, there is no going back.
The people can be made to follow it, but they cannot be made to understand it. It is no more than this.
When Rodit and others walked into the elevator and the elevator door closed, completely blocking the reporters' sight, he could no longer suppress his anger and started punching and kicking the Indian madly!
"what!"
"I'm sorry, sir, I won't do it again!"
Asan was kicked down in the elevator. He covered his head with his hands and curled up into a ball. It was obvious that he had experienced being beaten.
For Asan, the fear of these foreigners is ingrained in his bones.
After all, as the people of the suzerain country, they must be much superior to them.
They have long been accustomed to a life of either beating or scolding, and have even become somewhat numb to it.
"Never dare to do it again? To tell you the truth, there will never be a future!"
"From now on, you are fired!"
"Besides, I believe that the Public Relations Department will be talking to you soon. Just prepare to be prosecuted."
Rodit kicked Asan's stinky face several times, leaving clear marks of his shoe soles. Then he put his hands on his hips, breathing heavily.
He had worked in management for so many years and lived a comfortable life. Even things like pouring coffee were done by his secretary, so his physical strength was no longer as good as before.
After just a few minutes of beating, he was already exhausted.
Ah San quickly struggled to get up, hugged Robert's thighs, and begged for mercy with snot and tears: "Sir, I really can't lose this job, I..."
Before he could finish, Robert clenched his right fist and hit him hard on the nose!
Bright red blood immediately spurted out of his nostrils!
In an instant, blood gushed out!
"Beat him for me!"
Rodit looked at his pants with a distressed look on his face and gave instructions to the other two subordinates.
Without saying a word, the subordinate rolled up his sleeves, looked ferocious, and kicked Asan hard with his pointed leather shoes!
"what!!!"
Asan let out a shrill scream, his hands loosened immediately, and his body flew out uncontrollably, hitting the elevator hard.
"Pull overboard! With your income, even if it's two months' salary, you can't afford to pay for my pants!"
"Do you know what brand this is? Burberry!"
Rodit yelled a few times, but still not satisfied, he kicked Asan's head hard several times!
I have to say that Asan's vitality is really strong. Even after being beaten like this, he still wants to open his mouth and beg for mercy.
Seeing this, Rodit pulled out the .38 rifle from his waist, pointed the butt of the rifle at his mouth, and hit him hard!
The other two foreign subordinates held Asan down tightly, preventing him from breaking free.
a bit!
Twice!
Rodit kept hitting him like that, and the severe pain made Asan's consciousness become a little fuzzy.
He clearly felt that no less than three teeth had been knocked out and swallowed by him.
Asan wanted to struggle, but it was doomed to be in vain.
Anzi just stood there quietly, watching everything happening in front of him coldly.
The Royal Hong Kong Island Police Force, which has always prided itself on justice, turns out to have such a dark side.
If you only look at this scene, it would be better to see these gangsters from the same gang, united and friendly.
At least, these gangsters do things openly and honestly. If they say they will kill your entire family, they will kill your entire family. They never hide anything and never claim to be good people.
Compared with these sanctimonious and self-proclaimed gentlemanly foreigners, I don't know how much higher they are.
"Sir, the elevator will be here soon."
At this time, the foreign subordinate on the side looked at the constantly changing floors and quickly reminded.
Hearing this, Rodit finally stopped what he was doing.
He rubbed the blood-stained gun handle on Ah San's body, then put it back into the holster with a look of disgust.
"Remember, if anyone asks you, just say you accidentally knocked it over."
"If you dare to talk nonsense, I will transfer you to Hutchison to be an undercover agent tomorrow!"
As Rodit finished speaking, the elevator opened. He straightened his uniform and strode out of the elevator.
The police rank on his shoulder sparkled brightly under the sunlight.
Asan was lying in the elevator, looking for his teeth on the floor in a daze.
Office of the Deputy Director.
A Chinese police officer pushed open the door and said quickly:
"Sir Ren, the ghost guy is back with Anzi, what should we do?"
Ren Darong said in a deep voice without any hesitation: "Follow the previous plan and see what happens. Don't panic."
The police officer nodded and hurried to convey the order.
Ren Darong pondered for a moment, picked up the microphone on the table and dialed the familiar number.
"He has already arrived at the O-Tribe headquarters. Don't worry, I won't let him talk nonsense."
Lin Zehao on the other end of the phone was not as flustered as the outside world imagined. He still had a calm expression and his magnetic voice still sounded steady.
"Thank you. If it really comes to that, I will send someone to do it and I won't implicate you."
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