"Shut these two people for one night first. As for what will happen, we just pretend that we don't know."

"Captain Yuan is really like his brother-in-law. It's too late for ordinary people to avoid suspicion. He still has to get up. If something really happens, he will be ruined in his life."

"He is still a good person. At most, he can scare that kid. Even if it is his brother-in-law and nephew, there is no need to trap himself in."

Although the two little policemen talked in a low voice, Zhao Fan was looking at their mouth shapes, and the content of the conversation was almost word-of-mouthed and he could see clearly.

Only then did he understand why the middle-aged policeman was vaguely hostile to him. It turned out that he was Zheng Yunsong's brother-in-law.

His brother-in-law and nephew were sent to prison for Zhao Fan's reasons, and it was understandable that he wanted to take revenge.

I glanced at the public notice board in the police station hall and soon found the information of the policeman. His name was Yuan Weihua.

However, the matter between Zheng Yunsong and his son is a foregone conclusion. The evidence is conclusive. Even if this person is in the police force, what can he do to Zhao Fan?

In today's event, the other party has a knife and a gun. Although it seems to be a bit heavy to attack, it can only be regarded as self-defense.

There were so many people watching the scene, and many photos and videos were taken. If this person really wanted to retaliate against him with his power, he would have to really give up.

After thinking through this, Zhao Fan yawned, put his hands behind his head, and soon started snoring.

"Get up, I'm running here to sleep, my heart is really big."

Just after taking a nap, Yuan Weihua brought three policemen in uniform into the house. Seeing Zhao Fan and Gu Ziyan each sleeping comfortably, one of them was so heavy that it was almost dripping from water. While slapping the table hard, he shouted loudly.

When Zhao Fan saw Yuan Weihua appear, he sat up calmly with a meaningful smile on his lips.

"Take this woman to the next room first."

Following Yuan Weihua, there was also a middle-aged female policeman who heard Yuan Weihua's instructions and walked to Gu Ziyan. Looking at her flowery face, smelling the smell of alcohol on her body, she instinctively felt a little disgusted, frowned, and raised her feet to kick her.

"I really don't scare you. If you dare to touch her, you, the policeman, will be the end of the day."

Zhao Fan had no intention of blocking him at all. He looked at the female policeman slowly, with a chuckling on the corner of his mouth and said lightly.

He did not scare this person. Gu Ziyan is from the Gu family in Beijing. She can make Zhao Fan’s personal information into a top secret by making a few phone calls. The energy in it is self-evident. Not to mention the right and wrong of today’s affairs at a glance, even if Gu Ziyan is wrong, if this person really dares to hit her, he will probably not be able to take it.

Looking at Zhao Fan's calm and even looking expectant, the middle-aged female policeman's eyes flashed, and she unknowingly put down her raised feet. She reached out and shook them twice. Seeing that Gu Ziyan had no intention of waking up, she snorted coldly, carried her arm on her shoulder and dragged her out.

When the female policeman went out, a young male policeman came in outside the door.

He was carrying a black metal interrogation chair in his hand. After coming in, he placed heavily in front of Yuan Weihua. He looked at Zhao Fan and signaled to him with his chin.

"Why, are you ready to torture and confess? This matter should be Yuan Weihua's private matter. You guys think that your head is so hard that you dare to interfere with such things?"

When Zhao Fan saw their actions, he sneered, glanced at the eyes of the few people staring at them, and asked with a smile.

"Do you think that if you know Zhang Yelei, you can scare us? Just sit on me honestly and don't force us to move."

Yuan Weihua slapped the table and sneered, and said Zhang Yelei's name with a little disdain, and seemed to not take him seriously at all.

Zhao Fan chuckled, and did not resist. He strode to the front of the interrogation chair, and then sat on it as soon as he raised his butt. Seeing the young male policeman closing the metal plate in front of him, he even put his hands on the metal plate, allowing him to lock his hands and ankles with the metal ring on the chair.

Seeing Zhao Fan being "silly" locked, his hands and feet fixed on the interrogation chair, Yuan Weihua breathed a sigh of relief, and then burst into laughter. Several people around him also looked at Zhao Fan with a bad expression, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Do you explain it yourself or let's ask?"

"If you take the initiative to explain, we can deal with it at our discretion and give you a lighter punishment."

"If you want to be clever in front of us, what awaits you will definitely be severe punishment from the law."

Seeing that Zhao Fan still had a meaningful smile, Yuan Weihua snorted coldly, picked up the paper and pen, looked like he was doing business, and asked coldly at Zhao Fan.

"What are you explaining? I have said it just now. If you want to know, just ask them to take a record."

Zhao Fan looked at Yuan Weihua calmly, and the smile on his face was still that kind of crazy smile.

"You know I'm not asking about this."

"If you want others to know, don't do it yourself. Do you think that the central hospital is really done without anyone knowing it?"

"We have already obtained sufficient evidence to prove that you designed the frame-up of Dr. Zheng Hong, who is also aware of how you framed Director Zheng Yunsong. Now I'm asking you for a question, just a process. This is giving you a chance to reduce your sentence. If you cooperate actively, the court will make a heavy judgment at that time."

"You have figured it out yourself, don't say we didn't remind you."

After Yuan Weihua got up, he stared at Zhao Fan with his eyes tightly and shouted in a deep voice.

"I thought you had some clever means and was ready to see it. It seems that I really admire you."

"Okay, since you have already obtained the evidence, don't waste your time. Hurry up and send me to court! I haven't been to jail yet, so I really don't know what it feels like to go to jail."

Zhao Fan burst out laughing and looked at Yuan Weihua with a caring and mentally retarded look, with a strong sarcasm in his tone.

"Don't be clever in front of us. We have not captured a thousand or even eight hundred. Although you don't know what relationships you have hidden your personal information, don't forget what we do. How can you hide your tricks from us?"

"You have learned a lot of high-tech means in the past few years abroad, but unfortunately you are not using it on the right path."

"You got the video on Dr. Zheng Hong's mobile phone? The police technical department has identified it. The shooting time is all on the same day, and it also uses very clever AI face-changing technology. You are really crazy when you frame a young doctor with a bright future because of jealousy."

"Not to mention the matter of President Zheng Yunsong. Although President Zheng has visited many times, he has been to European countries with relatively developed medical standards. The virus you used to frame him was brought from small Middle East countries. It seems that you have been in the Middle East for most of your time in the past few years, right?"

"Do you think our police really can't see such an obvious flaw?"

Yuan Weihua picked up the water cup at hand and took a sip, suppressed his anger, and continued to launch a psychological offensive against Zhao Fan.

Seeing the police officers around him nodding their heads constantly, looking at Yuan Weihua with a little admiration, Zhao Fan also understood why these people were involved with him.

As Zheng Yunsong's brother-in-law, Yuan Weihua could not have been completely unaware of it, but all the police officers around him were deceived by his remarks.

"The story is very good. If my hand wasn't locked by you, I really wanted to applaud you. If you police officers rely on telling stories to solve the case, you probably would have been considered a detective."

"I just can't understand why you chose to be a policeman. Shouldn't you write such a rich imagination? Such a magical plot should be very attractive, right? If you really want to write a book that is popular, it won't make more money than if you are a policeman?"

Zhao Fan looked at Yuan Weihua with admiration, and his tone was still sarcastic. He really admired this man, and he actually made up such a specious thing.

"If you don't want toast, you'll be fined. Since you've arrived here, do you think we can't deal with you? I'll tell you that you have to admit it if you don't admit it today."

Yuan Weihua wanted to slap Zhao Fan from the beginning when he saw this little face. At this time, he was stimulated by him and lost his patience. As he spoke, he looked up and signaled to the people around him.

One of them turned off the corner surveillance and the other person took a very thick book and slapped it on the metal plate in front of Zhao Fan.

"Remember to use force, otherwise you won't look like you."

Zhao Fan knew what they wanted to do at a glance, and said lightly with a chuckled corner of his mouth.

"I hope you can still laugh after a while."

Yuan Weihua sneered, rushed out from behind the desk with a hammer. He came to Zhao Fan in a few steps, raised his hand and grabbed the book and put it on his chest, and hit it hard on the book.

The dull voice echoed in the empty room, and the other policemen who were with him changed slightly, and they looked at Yuan Weihua's face with hesitation.

This kind of fighting method will not leave external injuries, but will cause great pain and even internal injuries. However, if Yuan Weihua does this, someone will die if he accidentally does it.

When he knocked it down with one hammer, Yuan Weihua had a grim smile on his face, and he seemed to have seen Zhao Fan wailing in pain.

Experience value 19

The system prompt sound rang at the right time, and Zhao Fan curled his lips and chuckled disdainfully.

This person is just a scumbag. If he knocks a hundred times, he can only provide less than two thousand experience points.

"No wonder you have to collude with the underworld with such strength, otherwise you will be fucked down by just a few gangsters."

Hearing Zhao Fan's full of qian teasing, the smile on Yuan Weihua's face, who was full of confidence, suddenly became stiff, and a roar came out of his mouth, and it kept smashing like crazy.

...

No one in the house knew about it. In less than an hour of brewing, a strong wind had already blew on the Internet.

"The masters are among the people, and the masters of kung fu fight against the underworld gangsters with one hand..."

"One person fights hundreds of people alone, this is a legend that happens around us..."

"Heroes save beauty and let you see the true power of national martial arts..."

Most people nowadays are head-down people. In the past, after dinner, the whole family watched TV together. Now, after dinner, each family kept waving with a cell phone.

The time when Zhao Fan’s video of fighting against those gangsters on Xianfu Road was posted online was the peak period for mobile phones to access the Internet, and it quickly attracted the attention of countless people.

In the era of traffic economy, in order to become popular and create topics, there are too many acting and filming. After watching it, most people just treat it as a pastime. Although they appreciate Zhao Fan's skills, most of the replies are teasing that the actor is looking for good.

The short video that appeared again immediately made many people subconsciously sit up straight, their faces full of shock.
Chapter completed!