I am the strongest sheriff on the surface

Zhao Guang seemed very satisfied with Le Yun's reaction, he grinned and said, "Le Yun, it's okay here, I'll leave it to you!"

Le Yun pretended to recover from the shock, he slowly turned his head and sat back on the table, took a deep puff of cigarette with blank eyes, and answered after a long while: "Brother Guang, you are more than okay here, that is That's great!"

Sniffing vigorously, he smelled the smell in the air, and continued: "When the fake medicine was produced, the smell of sour chemicals was pungent, and there were some sewage and waste water, which were easy to be found, but now..."

Le Yun raised his sleeves and smelled it, grinned his teeth showing disgust, and then pointed to the top of his head:
"With a head covering this cesspit-like garbage dump, all traces of smell are covered up, and it is foolproof to use a garbage truck to hide it when it is shipped, let alone those sheriffs who specialize in arresting counterfeit drugs Even the best drug-sniffing dogs can't smell anything nasty in this tons of garbage."

Le Yun's admiration is sincere. It has to be said that this fake drug factory is extremely hidden. The strong odor of the garbage treatment plant is used to cover up the chemical smell that occurs during the production of fake drugs, leaving other residual traces of sewage and wastewater. All the brains were poured into the crushed garbage, and there was no trace of clues to be found.

Moreover, the garbage treatment plant above was a natural fortress, and it would be difficult to reach the underground counterfeit drug factory through it secretly.

No wonder this fake drug factory is not far from the city, but it has never been discovered... Le Yun regained his lazy appearance, stood up from the table, swayed to the sofa, and sat down on his back: "Brother Guang, hand over this place to me." It’s no problem for me, just tell me what you need me to do here!”

"You don't need to take care of the production of counterfeit medicines. Professionals are in charge of this part." Zhao Guang nodded with satisfaction: "I want you to keep an eye on this place, don't make any mistakes, and at the same time ensure that the counterfeit medicines produced can be delivered on time. Let them be lazy!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Le Yun who was lying on the sofa looking up at the sky: "Safety, efficiency, this is what you are responsible for!"

Le Yun curled his lips noncommittally, put the cigarette in his mouth, and put his hands behind his head: "Brother Guang, then it's not difficult, you don't say it's impenetrable here, it's hard for flies to fly in, this The job... I think it's easy, not challenging at all, but..."

He paused at this point, and only continued when Zhao Guang showed a puzzled expression: "This kind of flat work is the most suitable for me, I like it!"

"Ha ha……"

Zhao Guang laughed, put out the half-smoked cigarette in his hand, put it into the ashtray in front of him, and said solemnly: "That's what I said, but this is a brain-dead business, you must not take it lightly, you have to take care of it."

You also know that this is the job of losing your head, so why are you still doing it, but the garbage dump on the top is really smelly, I feel that smell is all over my body now, when Xiao Cheng comes over, I want to Don't remind him to wear a gas mask...

Le Yun looked at the ceiling without answering, and let the cigarette on his mouth ignite spontaneously. The smoke slowly upwards, spiraling into a cloud.

Although it's only been a few days, Zhao Guang has gotten used to Le Yun's off-line behavior. Seeing him staring at the ceiling in a daze, he knew that Le Yun didn't know where his fugue had gone, so he stopped talking at all and imitated Le Yun. The appearance leaned down.

"Ah..." Zhao Guang stretched his muscles and let out a comfortable moan... Le Yun's posture is very comfortable!
"Bang bang bang!"

Someone knocked on the door of the office, Zhao Guang frowned, as if he was dissatisfied with someone disturbing his comfort: "Come in!"

Gangzi pushed open the door, and was taken aback when he saw the postures of the two people in the office: "That...Brother Guang, the owner of the Jin Pavilion is here!"

While talking, a figure flickered at the door, and a tall and burly man walked in: "Haha...General Manager Zhao, you don't even say hello when you come, you are not enough friends!"

Hearing this voice, Le Yun raised his eyebrows, turned his head and looked towards the door...

I saw that the person was tall and strong, with a big head with triangular eyes, a black suit, the shirt buttons inside almost reached the navel, and the greasy back hair combed tightly behind his head. He was the owner of the Chengjun Gymnasium who should have been sent back Kim Van Gun.

Under the bright white light in the office, the big gold chain on Jin Fangen's neck was a bit dazzling, and Le Yun squinted his eyes unconsciously.

"Hehe, Pavilion Master, please sit down!"

Zhao Guang stood up politely, with a fake smile: "I just came here, I haven't had time to say hello to you yet, so please don't blame me!"

"It's easy to say..." Jin Fangen said slowly: "General Manager Zhao, you are a busy person, why are you free today?"

After he finished speaking, he turned his head to Le Yun who was on the side. When he saw Le Yun's appearance clearly, his eyes shrank instantly, showing a guarded look, and then looked at Zhao Guang suspiciously.

Zhao Guang turned his head and glanced at Le Yun who was still lying there, then turned around and smiled: "Master Jin, let me introduce you, this is..."

"Brother Guang, no need to introduce!"

At this time, Le Yun interrupted Zhao Guang, sat up from the sofa, stared at Jin Fangen and said:
"Jin Dagen, we are old acquaintances, by the way... you should go back to eat kimchi, why did you come here? Could it be that you are interested in the garbage on your head and plan to import it back to your country to earn a lot of money?"

After he finished speaking, he smiled strangely, and said in an angry tone: "Brother Dagen, you really have a business eye, I admire you!"

Jin Fangen stared at Le Yun with his hands in his pockets, his eyes gleamed fiercely: "This sheriff, my name is Jin Fangen! Don't talk about me now, you are not in the police station, why did you come here?"

Then he took a step closer and continued, "Could it be that...he came here as an undercover agent!"