The Underworld Detective

After King Jing's demise, Operation Wolf Slaughter, which was taken over by the military, came to an end. The military found the remains of a helicopter in a deserted mountain along the provincial border, and found a black box on his body containing a list of loyal men he screened.

Through this list, the armed police forces destroyed the last vestiges of King Jing's power as if they had fallen leaves in the autumn wind, and the bloodstained executioners on both hands were killed by the armed police fighters.

Thus, the group of traffickers in the three provinces for 20 years was finally eliminated!

But there was a leaky fish that nobody expected, and while we were busy cleaning up the mess, the watchmaker who was locked up in the holding cell escaped. The police officer had previously searched his body but ignored his prosthetic limbs, and no one had expected him to hide corrosive chemicals in his prosthetic limbs.

In addition, there is a small thing. My right hand was broken by the palm of King Jing. I put on plaster and straps, so that it would not be uncomfortable if the weather cooled down. Huang Xiaotao and Sun Bingxin also wrote some blessings and messages on it with a pen.

It took me a hundred days to get my bones hurt, and I figured I'd have to keep this up for quite a while, and it took me a few days to gradually get used to using my left hand.

A week later, the Minister of Public Security personally arrived from Yanjing to hold a solemn funeral for the heroes who had lost their lives during the operation.

On the day of the funeral, Autumn was exhilarating and cloudless. Thousands of policemen wore pencil uniforms and took off their hats to salute.

The Minister of Public Security covered a five-star red flag on the ash box of Li Jinfeng and others, and then opened a bottle of Maotai and sprinkled it on the grass. "My dear brothers, go all the way! ”

With the approval of the Ministry of Public Security, Li Jinfeng has been working undercover for 10 years, enduring humiliation and then assisting the special case team to dismantle Prince Jing's group. Unfortunately and vigorously sacrificed to save the hostage, he accidentally killed a trafficker along the way, but the circumstances warrant it.

His people's police status is now restored, he follows the example of a first-class hero in the national public security system, and he is buried with his wife, Yang Xueer, in the Guangdong Martyrs' Mausoleum.

Heroes are not against the country, the country is not against the hero!

Her daughter, Li Wen, is a family member of the Martyrs, and is raised by the state. If she wishes, she can arrange special college recruitment directly, and the institution special recruitment.

At the direction of the Ministry of Public Security, Zheng Yalong, the chief of the Shaanxi Provincial Special Police, the first policeman, Nie Yunzhong, fearless of the dark forces, heroically wounded, awarded the first level hero model of the national public security system.

At the direction of the Ministry of Public Security, the Nanjiang City Special Case Team did not humiliate its mission, dismantled the King Jing Group, and collectively honored First Class Kung Fu.

At the direction of the Ministry of Public Security, all police officers involved in the fight against evil in the dark shall be awarded a collective third degree of merit.

One young girl in the crowd was particularly sad to cry. It was Li Jinfeng's daughter, Wen, who stood beside her in the Dynasty of Aid Dynasty. Although the burns on her body were not perfect, he insisted on coming to the funeral.

Dynasty Aid made a decision that he intended to take the daughter of an old friend back to Nanjiang City for adoption, which was supported by all members of the Task Force.

After all, it was a police funeral, no shooting ceremony, the scene was too quiet, something seemed to be missing. Suddenly Huang Xiaotao sang: “In a bustling town, in a quiet valley...”

A number of policemen also sang the "People's Police Song": “The figure of the People's Police accompanies the moon and the sunrise. The holy national emblem emits a light of justice, a golden shield, guarding thousands of households. Ah, we defend the dignity of our country...”

The neat and solemn song touched the heart, many people sang and tears streamed down their faces. The scene touched me a little, I wasn't fighting alone, I was accompanied by so many selfless and fearless policemen, I wouldn't be afraid of any demon monster.

Jiangbei knife, one day, I'll smash you all to pieces!

Upon returning from the funeral, Huang Xiaotao called the members of the special case team together and came up with several envelopes: “Well, this is a special award issued by the Minister to us, and there is a huge bonus. This time we are fighting in the open field, so there will be no more celebrations. ”

As soon as Huang Xiaotao handed out the prize money, I felt a little heavy. I sighed: "My share, give it to the families of the martyrs! ”

Sun Bingxin followed: “Mine too. ”

Wang Ai Dynasty and Song Xingsheng also silently put down their prizes.

Huang Xiaotao laughed: “Everyone is very conscious! ”

The old man couldn't help but mock the prize money: “Why don't you be so noble, forget it, I'll do it...” Put the money down, his face hurts.

I noticed another envelope: "What is this? ”

“This is good stuff!” Huang Xiaomei said dancing colorfully, opening it, inside is a shielded medal placed in a delicate little box, decorated with the national emblem: “This shield of the people has not yet been engraved with a name, I intend to give it to the members of our group who have made a special contribution this time, everyone democratically decided. ”

Sun Bingxin raised his hand: “I voted for Brother Song Yang. ”

In fact, people agree, but I feel a little ashamed. Huang Xiaotao, Song Xingsheng, and especially Wang Ai dynasty almost got killed this time. In contrast, what I did was a little insignificant. I took it and put it on the old chest.

The old man was flattered and shouted, “What's going on? ”

I said, "If it's a special contribution, I'm afraid King Jing is still at large without your tracker!" So I decided to give you this medal. ”

Huang Xiaotao laughed. “That makes sense, old man. This time it's a first-class feat. ”

“I'm not dreaming, am I?” The old man strangled himself with excitement and then cried: “I haven't won any awards since elementary school. Shit, I'm so happy... Song Song, you're not interested in me, are you? ”

“Fuck off!” I scolded.

Huang Xiaotao slapped: “We were having a good time in the wind for two days and then went home. ”

Everyone shouted excitedly.

It's just that I still have a creep in my heart. The sword god is seriously injured and missing. I'm a little worried about his safety. I can only discuss this with Song Xingxing. Song Xingxing advised me not to worry. He said: "My predecessors are deep in strength and will not die so easily. ”

Nonetheless, I was a little disturbed not to see him. Almost everyone in this operation owes him, and for me, the person I least want to owe him is him.

We spent two days on a windward tour, crowded in people to explore tourist attractions, asked people about restaurants at the end of street alleys, and bargained with hawkers. Perhaps in the eyes of others, we were just a bunch of ordinary southern tourists, Sun Bingxin said: “It feels good, there is a superhero feeling of ease after saving the planet. ”

And I laughed, "Saving the planet is an exaggeration. We're just making the world what it is. ”

“That's saving the world!” Sun Bing held his little fist in his heart.

The windshield tour ended soon, and the night before I was leaving, I received an inside call from the hotel and a familiar voice sent me to room 303.

I came there excited, the lights were not on, and the knife sat silently on the couch.

Looking at his two missing fingers, I felt a little strange in my heart, and I brewed for half a day to ask, “Are you hurt? ”

“It's all right now.” The voice under the mask is still gloomy.

“This time…”

A word of gratitude was stuck in my throat, but I couldn't say it. Looking at that weird mask, my thoughts would always jump back to the day my grandfather was killed.

One day I would join forces with the murderer who killed my grandfather. It's really unexpected.

“I came to you to tell you something. I'm sure you have some questions in mind.” The knife god said in a ghost.

“Yes, I want to know what it means to be a candidate for Shura Bloodshed? ”

“Who said that? ”

“King Jing, he said, let me go because I am a candidate for Shu Luo Blood Sha. ”

The knife god smiled: “This old monster who is willing to test, actually Shu Luo Blood Sha is only a ritual in the organization, it doesn't make much sense. He let you go because he didn't want you to die too early. ”

“How can you say that?” I have some questions.

“The Seven Days King is not in a state of harmony. The old monster and the Yellow Springs bought bones from two major forces, East and West. Did you notice that the blood parrot and the gambling saint came to Heshou, but the others did not come?” The Knife God explained.

“You mean there's a camp in the organization?” I suddenly realized.

“Yes, the old monster wants to be unique, so it's ironic that you want to survive and keep holding Huang Quan back from buying bones and digging your own grave! You killed King Jing, indirectly fuelling the power of Yellow Springs to buy bones, and I think one day you will face this powerful and unmatched enemy and even die here.” The sword god replied.

“Even you don't believe that Jiangbei's knife can be defeated?” I frowned and asked.

Knife God laughed: “I used to believe that only Judge Song Chi had the ability to do this, and now I see what you have done, slowly some believe it. I look forward to the day when the world will flourish and when Ming Jun, Hyun-Shen, the heavens and the earth will be ready! ”

I said with all my heart, "Thank you! ”