I became beautiful by eating melons

Jiang Weiguo and his men stormed into the West City Police Station.

When the police in the hall saw this group of people, their faces changed suddenly.

"What do you do?"

Jiang Weiguo showed his ID, "Chief of Chengdong Police Station, Jiang Weiguo."

After the police took the ID and confirmed it was authentic, his tone softened.

"Director Jiang, do you need anything?"

"Who brought these people?"

He glanced behind Jiang Weiguo.

The man following behind Jiang Weiguo was over 190cm tall, standing out from the crowd, with a sinister and handsome appearance. The moment the police looked into his eyes, they shuddered with fear.

Jiang Weiguo did not answer the policeman's question. He frowned and said unhappily, "Ask your director to see me."

"Our chief has taken leave and has not come to the police station for almost half a month."

Jiang Weiguo's brows furrowed even tighter.

Suddenly Jiang Chen asked, "Where is your deputy director?"

"Yes, where is your deputy director?" Jiang Weiguo secretly cursed himself for being stupid.

The young policeman came back to his senses from the man's deep and magnetic voice, his expression a little embarrassed.

He hesitated for a long time and didn't say anything.

Jiang Chen saw the clue, pushed him aside and walked straight inside.

"what are you doing!"

The young policeman hurried to stop the man.

Seeing this, the police from the West City Police Station also rushed over to stop them.

Seeing that the situation had gotten out of hand, Jiang Weiguo glared at Jiang Chen's back and gritted his teeth, "Stop them for me."

The two groups of police collided with each other, and the scene was extremely lively.

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Jia Zheng squeezed his legs together, his forehead twitching in pain. When he suddenly saw Ye Rou's expression, he took a step back in fear.

"You, what are you laughing at!"

Ye Rou leaned back, her expression bright again.

But the words that came out were particularly harsh.

"I'm laughing at you."

"Are you laughing at me?" Jia Zheng had a fearful expression on his face. He stared at Ye Rou. Only now did he see Ye Rou's expression clearly.

There was no fear or terror as he had imagined. Instead, it was playful, as if she was watching a clown who was making her laugh.

"You fool me?!"

Ye Rou was sitting lazily, with her left hand cuffed and her right hand supporting her forehead, looking lazy.

If Wang Honghong were here, she would definitely be surprised, because Ye Rou looked very much like Jiang Chen.

"Yes."

Ye Rou admitted it frankly without reservation.

Jia Zheng was at a loss instead.

"Why? Aren't you afraid that I will really convict you?"

Ye Rou smiled beautifully.

"I'm a fake prisoner, and you're not a good policeman. You won't let me go no matter what, right? Deputy Director Jia."

At this moment, Jia Zheng could see clearly that when Ye Rou called him "Deputy Director Jia", her expression showed no respect but complete sarcasm.

After Ye Rou tore off his mask, Jia Zheng stopped pretending.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't stand up straight, but his mouth was still hard.

"How did you know?"

Su Bai's soft hand tapped her right ear, "I heard it."

Jia Zheng's eyes flashed with fear and his voice unconsciously became heavier.

"What else did you hear?"

"Nothing." Ye Rou saw that Jia Zheng's expression relaxed after she finished speaking, and said cunningly: "I also heard a woman's voice."

Jia Zheng's smile faded, and his expression became terrifyingly gloomy.

"The voice of the human trafficker Sister Hong."

Ye Rou seemed to feel that the stimulation she had given was not enough, and she directly broke the window paper between the two of them.

"I also know that you have no intention of letting me go, and the interrogation is to do something bad to me."

All of Jia Zheng's thoughts were exposed. He was furious and no longer had the confidence of winning that he had just had.

The expression he looked at Ye Rou was even more naked.

"Aren't you afraid?" he said as he moved forward. Just as he was about to get close to Ye Rou, his eyes caught a glimpse of the slender calves under the wooden board.

Thinking of the kick just now, he felt a pain below. His face changed slightly. He stopped and did not approach rashly. He turned around and stood behind Ye Rou.

He stared at Ye Rou's slender neck, leaned forward slightly and said, "If you want to get out, beg me."

"no need."

Ye Rou listened to the noisy sounds outside, her red lips curled slightly, "It's too late."

"What's too late?"

"boom!"

Jia Zheng was dumbfounded and couldn't believe what he saw.

The handcuffs on the chair were pulled off!

He was so scared that he took a step back and watched Ye Rou avoid the wooden board blocking her chest with one hand and stand up from the chair easily.

"you you……"

How can this be?

This woman is a monster!

Ye Rou pressed forward step by step.

Jia Zheng stepped back repeatedly, his voice trembling with fear.

"You, what are you going to do!"

Ye Rou stretched her stiff neck and smiled.

"If I don't beat you now, it will be too late."

Jia Zheng retreated to the corner, his back pressed against the cold wall. He collapsed and shouted, "Please, don't!"

"You want me to let you go?" Ye Rou imitated his words: "Beg me."

Since Jia Zheng rose to high positions, he has never been in such a mess.

The image of himself as a young policeman in the past suddenly flashed before his eyes.

At that time, the underworld was rampant. He followed his predecessors on a mission and finally found some clues. Just as he was about to go back and report, he was blocked by the underworld when he was withdrawing.

He and his predecessors endured endless torture.

The senior refused to say anything, even when he was shouted at.

The leader of the underworld sat on a chair, drinking tea, and said leisurely: "Pull out their nails."

Jia Zheng watched helplessly as the nails on his ten fingers were plucked out one by one. Blood was dripping all over the place. The senior was twisted in pain, but he still refused to say anything.

The bloody nails were neatly placed on a tray and placed in front of Jia Zheng.

Just looking at Jia Zheng's fingers, they were already twitching in pain.

Seeing the pliers approaching, Jia Zheng lowered his head and said in despair: "I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything."

"Don't say that, Jia Zheng, you... ugh!"

The senior's mouth was blocked.

Jia Zheng turned his head away and didn't look at him, and told him everything.

Including the clues they found and the undercover brothers, they told everything.

The gangster smiled with satisfaction.

"Put him down."

Jia Zheng was helped out of the dungeon when a gunshot rang out behind him.

He survived a life-threatening situation and returned to the police station, becoming a hero.

But privately, he took the gangster's money to help him keep an eye on the police station's every move.

Later, the gangster fell from power, his source of income was cut off, and his ambition, which had been inflated by the fire, could not be retracted no matter what.

Everything that happened afterwards was a natural progression.

Sister Hong, who had followed a gangster boss, found him and offered him shelter in exchange for money.

He agreed, and from then on, he used money to pave the way for his upward mobility and has come to where he is today.

Jia Zheng believes that it has not been easy for him to reach his current position.

In order to maintain this position, he has made unimaginable efforts, even if it means begging for mercy, as long as it is beneficial to him, he will do it.

A man who can bend and stretch.

Jia Zheng convinced himself.

He lowered his head again and knelt in the corner, his voice extremely humble.

"I beg you, let me go."

"I am nothing, please be magnanimous and let me go."