Hong Kong Police Force Chief

Tan Songyao had some complaints in his heart, but on the surface his cooperative attitude was still very sincere.

He and the Tan family accompanied Smiley and stood honestly in front of He Wenzhan.

Standing behind Tan Songyao, his curly-haired brother Tan Songshun opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

However, as soon as Tan Songshun made a move, Agui, who was standing with him, pulled him back.

An unexpected look appeared on Tan Songshun's face, and he cast a searching look at his sworn brother for no apparent reason.

Agui didn't say much, he just shook his head towards Tan Songshun.

The police captains in front of them are not the anti-gang and crime teams of the police district that they usually come into contact with, but the tough police officers from the Security Department under Sir Quan.

In order to avoid offending the other party and causing any problems, it is best to leave everything to the people involved in the Tan family to negotiate.

The two juniors just need to accompany him honestly.

"Mr. Tan, I'm sorry, it's my duty to disturb my father!"

He Wenzhan put his right hand on the quick-draw gun holster on his waist, and he looked at Tan Songyao with a calm expression.

If it is not necessary, they police officers are not willing to disturb the peace of the deceased.

But now that the arrest of Yan Shijiu, Yan Guoxu and other people involved in drug crimes is imminent, He Wenzhan and the others can only say sorry.

"How's it going? Is this scene cool enough?"

Just as He Wenzhan and Tan Songyao were negotiating, a burst of proud laughter suddenly reached their ears.

The owner of that voice was a semi-bald old man wearing glasses and crossing his legs.

At this moment, he was looking at each other and smiling with a middle-aged man beside him.

The two of them are the main targets of He Wenzhan's operation, the father and son Yan Shijiu and Yan Guoxu, two of the core drug criminals in Xinglong.

In order to seize control of Xinglong and damage the reputation of the Tan family, the Yan family father and son used any means at all costs.

A few days ago, Tan Songyao was framed and Tan Xintian was assassinated by a killer. These were the hands of the Yan family and his son.

Even now, on the day of Tan Xintian's funeral, Yan Shijiu asked someone to make a false police report to the Eastern District of the police force, claiming that drugs were hidden in Tan Xintian's mourning hall.

In Yan Shijiu's view, these policemen in front of him must have come to search Tan Xintian's mourning hall.

Tan Xintian forced Yan Shijiu to cut off a section of his little finger twenty years ago, so Yan Shijiu would not be able to live in peace even if Tan Xintian was buried today.

As for the policemen on the other side, is it possible that they are here for the father and son?

Yan Shijiu had not considered this at all.

After all, the security department acted too quickly and very secretly.

Until this moment, Yan Shijiu and Yan Guoxi, father and son, had not even discovered that something had happened to their leader, Ma Zaizai.

He Wenzhan and Tan Songyao suddenly turned their heads in the same direction, staring at the father and son Yan Shijiu and Yan Guoxu.

A stern look flashed deep in Tan Songyao's eyes, and he could certainly hear the gloating meaning in Yan Shijiu's laughter.

This pair of cheating father and son from the Yan family must have been up to some weird tricks secretly.

However, Tan Songyao did not have any conclusive evidence.

Coupled with the fact that he was in front of Sir He from the Security Department, he had to suppress the anger in his heart and did not explode directly on the spot.

Compared with Tan Songyao, He Wenzhan obviously doesn't have so many worries.

He walked calmly in front of Yan Shijiu and Yan Guoxu, father and son, and then flew up and kicked Yan Shijiu on the chest.

"Sir just asked you to stand still, didn't you hear clearly?"

He Wenzhan's eyes were indifferent and cold, as if he were looking at a dead person.

Lin Huaile and Jiang Tianyang, the talking heads of top societies, had just obeyed the orders of the Minister of Security calmly.

You Yan family father and son are from a second-rate society, and you don't even have the identity of a speaker in the society.

Why do you dare to continue sitting in your original position with your legs crossed?

He Wenzhan's kick was so powerful that he kicked Yan Shijiu until his eyes went black and he almost passed out.

The most important thing is that He Wenzhan deliberately restrained his strength just now.

Otherwise, it would depend on He Wenzhan's skills and Yan Shijiu's physical fitness.

He Wenzhan kicked Yan Shijiu with all his strength, and it was very likely that Yan Shijiu would be kicked to death on the spot.

But even so, Yan Shijiu was kicked more than two meters away and hit the seats in the back row.

He collapsed on the ground, clutching his chest and wailing.

Many guests in the mourning hall were stunned by this situation.

What is the origin of this piece of clothing, so decisive and ruthless?

Not all the young and Dangerous guys in the club know the cold-faced god under Sir Quan from the Security Department.

After all, compared to Zhou Xingxing, Luo Danian, Lu Qichang, and Guan Wenzhan, He Wenzhan did not have the authority to lead actions alone before.

Therefore, He Wenzhan's impression on the young and Dangerous boys at the scene was not as profound as Zhou Xingxing's.

Only those like Lin Huaile and Jiang Tianyang who have dealt with He Wenzhan, or are the leading talkers in various societies, understand the sharpness and power of Sir Quan's cold-faced police officer He.

Just when most of the gangsters were either shocked or watching coldly, Yan Guoqu stood up from his seat.

His father was kicked two meters away by someone, how could he, as a son, sit still?

So what if it was a policeman? Can a policeman beat people at will?

"Go to your mother, you dead man..."

Yan Guoqu raised his finger and pointed at He Wenzhan's forehead, cursing in anger.

Even though the policemen in front of him were all armed, Yan Guoqu didn't believe that they would dare to draw their guns and shoot directly.

They didn't commit any crime just now, they just sat in their original seats without moving, and the dead policemen beat people in public?

As for Yan Guoqu's cursing, he didn't care at all.

Cursing a policeman didn't count as assaulting a police officer, and at most he would be fined a few hundred yuan.

However, before Yan Guoqu's voice fell completely, he swallowed it back with a look of horror.

Because at this moment, four Glocks were almost pressed against his forehead at the same time.

The four young police officers who had just followed He Wenzhan had already stepped forward and stood between He Wenzhan and Yan Guoqu.

A mere gangster dared to point at their leader's nose and curse at him? Was he rebelling?

The weapons in the hands of their security department were never for show.