To be honest, Zhao Fanchen didn't understand the meaning of the last words spoken by Duke Jialan. When he returned to the place where he lived on the dock, Robin hadn't slept yet. He was sitting in the sofa watching TV. He was watching a football game.

After Zhao Fanchen came back, he gave him a bottle of beer. The two of them sat together drinking beer and watching the football with the skewers they bought. Zhao Fanchen couldn't help but think of the time in China, especially in the summer, when a few people were in the food stalls.

Eating skewers, drinking beer, and watching the football game enthusiastically, read the full text of The Little Chef of the Northern Song Dynasty.

Next are the reports on several recent gang riots in Chinatown. Of course, the reports you can see on TV are not true enough. At least the media will not report the most serious plots to you.

What the police want is peace, not the large-scale dispersion of gang forces. What they hope is that these gang forces have a unified organization and are not too scattered. It is better to talk to one person than to talk to many people.

Easy, so this is the cleverness of Inspector Will. He doesn't go into the water, he only makes money, and he can cooperate with people like Mr. Xiong to maintain this stability, so this solves the problem of gangsters to a large extent.

The chaos caused by the melee.

Although Inspector Will may not be a policeman in the strict sense, he can at least have the ability to maintain the stability of Chinatown and create immeasurable economic benefits every year. In fact, to put it bluntly, Inspector Will is a politician.

After these gang giants in Chinatown sat together to talk about numbers, Chinatown quickly calmed down, and the anger between the gangs disappeared. It was as calm as if nothing happened before.

In fact, for the police, there is no way to completely destroy the Chinese gangs or Vietnamese gangs in Chinatown, because it is simply impossible. Gangs are the product of the turning of the giant wheel of this era. The role played by the police is at best to suppress them.

Just a moment.

These police officers only earn a pittance for a day, so there is no need to work hard, because working hard cannot eliminate the underworld, but can only maintain a balance.

Gangs are the product of social existence, and they are thieves in the eyes of the police. It is natural for soldiers to catch thieves, but if there are no thieves in this world, how can there be 'soldiers' like us?"

Just like before, the Vietnamese, Burmese and Xiong Ye, as well as Qiao Zhenhai were fighting to the death, but who won and who lost really didn't make any difference to the police. On the surface, the police were suppressing and cleaning up the gang's power. In fact,

Those are all those small gangs and gangs who take the opportunity to clean up. As for those behemoths, they are not suppressed if they can be suppressed, let alone cleaning up. The police are even willing to push in the middle... They don't care who dies and who lives.

, if whoever is stronger, the police will choose to help whomever, because the police can secretly support this powerful force to annex and clean up other small gangs. In this way, at least the other two parties can be overwhelmed as soon as possible and end immediately

Chaotic situation now!.

This principle is very simple, but it is very difficult to actually implement it. It is very difficult to do it without the strong hand of Inspector Will. This is why he has been the chief detective of the Chinatown area for so many years, because

Others simply can't deal with these things.

A person's ability is that he can do things that others cannot do, and talent is using the same intelligence as others in a different place.

In the next few days, Chinatown was completely calm. On this day, Mr. Xiong appeared in the repair shop and said that he had a batch of goods to be traded on the dock and asked Zhao Fanchen to take a few people there.

After careful inspection, Master Xiong undoubtedly started to let Zhao Fanchen go out to do some exercises. Zhao Fanchen asked Robin to find a few brothers who were smart and usually good at doing things to follow him out.

Sitting in the black van, these people usually washed and disassembled vehicles at the scrap car recycling station on the dock. They had no chance to come out to do anything. This opportunity was entirely because of Zhao Fanchen.

Several people looked nervous and excited. Robin was driving in front. Zhao Fanchen distributed the muzzles in his bag to several people and said solemnly: "When we trade later, no matter what happens, you must listen to me.

Do you understand? I'm talking about unity. You all have to listen to my command, because we are not practicing, but actual combat. If we don't do it well, people will die. I can make everyone make money without bloodshed, so I will never do it.

Everyone will bleed. Each of us only has one life, so don’t bleed unless it’s absolutely necessary. But once it’s time to bleed and chop someone, don’t shrink back. Do you understand?”

"Understood!" These people seemed to be centered around Zhao Fanchen now. They nodded heavily. Zhao Fanchen asked each of them to put on gloves and hide their guns behind their backs, waiting for backup at any time.

This time, Xiong Ye is trading diamonds and jade with the Burmese people. These diamonds and jade are not for Xiong Ye to buy, but to give away to others, to give to the wives and daughters of high-ranking officials.

A black van was driving down the street. There was a police car at the intersection in front of it, and several policemen standing in front of it seemed to be checking their IDs. Read the full text of Dangerous Passion: President's VIP Lover.

The van was stopped by the police in front, a Chinese policeman and a white policeman. They came over and knocked on the glass a few times. Zhao Fanchen rolled down the window unhurriedly, showing a gentle smile, and stretched out his hands.

He went to the back and patted the few people behind him, telling them to relax and calm down. Then he smiled and said, "Officer, what's going on? Why are the investigations so strict recently? Is there anything going on?"

The Chinese policeman, wearing a hat, bent down and took a look inside the car window. When he saw the people behind Zhao Fanchen, he frowned obviously, but casually said: "We are just doing a routine inspection, so

You don't need to be nervous. Gang wars have occurred frequently some time ago, so the interrogation has been stricter. Please take out your IDs." Maybe it was because he was Chinese, so the Chinese policeman talked more with Zhao Fanchen and the others.

A few sentences.

However, the white policeman obviously had no good impression of Chinese people like Zhao Fanchen at all. He looked at them with contempt and his attitude was very arrogant. Zhao Fanchen put on his gloves, grabbed the gun with his right hand and quietly placed it on the door handle. As long as this

If the white policeman made any special move, Zhao Fanchen would pull the trigger, and this position was just right to hit the white policeman and kill him with one shot.

The two police officers searched the IDs of everyone in the car. The brothers behind them all looked a bit unnatural and on guard, because this was their first mission after all, and they were still on the lookout as soon as they left the car.

He was bumped into by the police. In their opinion, this was not a good sign. They had never had a good impression of the police in Chinatown and even disliked them.

After reading Zhao Fanchen's ID, the policeman glanced at him with a very harsh look, and then said in a contemptuous tone: "You just lived in Chinatown not long ago, right?"

"Officer, haven't you seen it already? Do you still need to ask me this? I immigrated to Chinatown two months ago." Zhao Fanchen still answered patiently with a smile on his face.

The white policeman sneered and suddenly looked at Zhao Fanchen in a domineering tone: "Why didn't you say you came here illegally? Stop your car, everyone gets out of the car, and open the trunk of the car.

, I now have the right to suspect that you are in the United States like a gangster, and I have the right to suspect that your residence status is fake, so we have to conduct routine inspections on you Chinese who have just completed the immigration and residence procedures??"

Several people behind Zhao Fanchen wanted to make a move, but were stopped by Zhao Fanchen's eyes. Everyone knew that the white police in Chinatown did not deal with these Chinese community circles, and these Chinese did not like the white police.

The Chinese policeman outside gave Zhao Fanchen a helpless expression. He was only a co-op, so he had no right to speak.

Zhao Fanchen smiled gently, quietly took back the gun in his hand, took off his gloves, looked at the policeman outside, and said calmly: "Officer, I hope you will pay attention to your words. Please tell me your name and

Warning siren, I will file a complaint against you for what you just said, but before that I will still accept your inspection, everyone, please get out of the car!"

Patting the hands of the people behind him, Zhao Fanchen smiled faintly, opened the car door gently, and let everyone behind him get out of the car. Robin in front looked at Zhao Fanchen, said nothing, and opened the door and got out of the car.

"Brother Xiao Fan, what should we do now?" The people behind all put away their guns, asked in a low voice, and looked at Zhao Fanchen inquiringly,

Robin's expression was a little excited, a little excited, but more nervous. This guy looked at Zhao Fanchen, a little eager to try. The other two brothers in the car also understood something. After all, what happened recently

There were too many things going on, and as soon as they came out of the factory at the dock, they were investigated by the police. This was inevitably a bit abnormal, so it was normal for them to be nervous.

After posing a different color, Zhao Fanchen signaled to them not to be impulsive and nothing would happen.

Seven or eight people got out of the car and stood aside. These people all knew that the trunk of the van contained drugs, so the trunk could not be opened. Zhao Fanchen's expression did not change at all, and he still looked indifferent.
Chapter completed!