The City’s Strongest Immortal Emperor

It deserves it!

Seeing this scene, Liang Lu didn't feel distressed or angry about what happened to her sister, but instead felt a happy feeling of venting her anger.

But before she was happy, Ling Jianjun turned his attention back to her.

And you bitch, open the door and follow us immediately.

Liang Lu's face turned bitter immediately: Director Ling, didn't I tell you before that Young Master Ling's death really has nothing to do with us, and it's all my sister and her daughter who were taken away by you. , It’s all caused by their mother and daughter, if you want to take revenge, just take revenge on them, just let our family go.”

Don't talk nonsense, we sent you back to investigate your husband Fan Chongwei's suspected bribery, tax evasion and illegal business operations. It's not about retaliation or no retaliation. Hurry up and open the door to follow us.

Ling Jianjun shouted angrily.

Although the reason why Ling Jianjun suddenly initiated the investigation of Fan Chongwei and Liang Lu's family was to avenge his dead nephew.

But how to do it is one thing, how to say it is another matter, always put on a cloak of law, you can't blatantly avenge yourself. Besides, under his operation, the case has already been established, and Fan Chongwei has already been arrested. How could he give up halfway and let it go?

Not to mention that he was not prepared to let Fan Chongwei and Liang Lu go.

Liang Lu still begged bitterly, but Ling Jianjun became impatient, and directly took out a pistol from his back waist, pointing the black muzzle directly at Liang Lu: Stop talking nonsense with me, quickly open the door and leave with us, otherwise I will When you resist arrest!

Don't...don't shoot, I'll do it, I'll do it right away.

Being pointed at by Hei Dongdong's muzzle, Liang Lu was completely shocked, her legs were clamped tightly, and she almost peed out of fear.

Not daring to talk anymore, he hurriedly opened the door trembling.

Smelly bitch, come here!

Ling Jianjun dragged Liang Lu over, had someone handcuff her, and then ordered someone to take two seals to seal the gate.

Ling... Director Ling, what are you doing, why did you seal our house?

You are suspected of economic crimes, and all property will be frozen and seized. Don't you understand? Take it away!

Ling Jianjun waved his hand,

Immediately, two policemen came over and escorted Liang Lu, who was so frightened that she could hardly walk, into the police car.

However, at this moment, another siren sounded, and several police cars and a bulletproof red flag car sped towards this side.

Everyone was stunned at the same time.

This is……

Ling Jianjun couldn't help squinting his eyes.

It stands to reason that since he has already led the police team here, no one should come later.

But now why is someone coming again, and there is a red flag bulletproof car in the middle, what is going on?

A bad premonition faintly rose in his heart.

You must know that the Hongqi brand was once the pride of domestic cars, but later with the reform and opening up, a large number of foreign brands of cars poured in, which greatly intensified the competition in the domestic auto market, and the Hongqi car manufacturers themselves failed to adapt in time. In the end, this famous domestic car gradually withdrew from the market, and it is rarely seen in the market.

Only some special departments in some countries will order red flag cars specially because of some political factors in the past. Moreover, this car has a military plate and a bulletproof model.

Just as Ling Jianjun was thinking, the cars coming from behind had already arrived on the spot and braked suddenly.

First, as soon as the door of the red flag car was opened, a few people in plain clothes but with a demeanor revealing a capable and powerful strode towards Ling Jianjun and the others.

Who is Ling Jianjun, deputy director of the Zhaoyang Branch of the Imperial Public Security Bureau?

A sword-browed middle-aged man in the lead asked in a deep voice.

Ling Jianjun frowned: I am, may I ask who you are?

The sword-browed middle-aged man glanced at Ling Jianjun inexplicably: It's fine if you are, take it down for me!

As he gave an order, one of his subordinates who came with him rushed out like a tiger descending a mountain, and stretched out his hand to grab Ling Jianjun.

What are you doing?

Ling Jianjun shouted angrily, and instinctively stepped back and drew his gun, wanting to resist.

He, the deputy director, also came up step by step from the grassroots criminal police. He is good at both fighting and marksmanship. Although these people in front of him are suspected to be from some special departments of the country, he is not just anyone who wants to be arrested. Since the other party If he dared to strike first, he dared to shoot back.

Unfortunately, he met a more powerful opponent.

Ling Jianjun had just pulled out the gun from his waist, and before he raised his hand to aim at the visitor, the visitor had already stepped closer to him, grabbed his hand holding the gun, and then a sharp pain burst from his wrist. Suddenly, he couldn't help but let go, and the gun in his hand was snatched away.

Then someone grabbed his arm, twisted it back, and pressed it, causing him to scream in pain and couldn't help but kneel on the ground halfway.

Immediately afterwards, before he could react, the other arm was forcibly carried back, and both wrists were handcuffed with a click.

In the blink of an eye, Ling Jianjun was handcuffed behind his back.

who?

What are you going to do, let our chief go!

The policemen under Ling Jianjun only reacted at this time, shouted angrily, and drew their guns at the plainclothes young man who made the move.

Don't move!

Put down the guns for me.

At this moment, a voice familiar to these policemen came.

Everyone followed the sound and saw that the doors of the following police cars had also been opened, and a group of people got out of the cars. They were all policemen in the same uniform as them.

The leader was a middle-aged police officer who looked to be in his fifties, and he was their immediate boss, Fang Yannian, the director of Zhaoyang Branch.

Director...

The policemen were taken aback.

Someone couldn't help asking: Director, why are you here?

If I don't come, you can't go against the sky. These are comrades from the Ninth Division of the National Security Bureau. Put down the gun for me quickly.

Fang Yannian ordered sharply.

National Security Bureau?!

All the policemen couldn't help being surprised when they heard this.

Although the National Security Bureau is only one word away from their Public Security Bureau, their rank and power are not at the same level.

Especially those who have a wide range of contacts and know a lot, are even more frightened: The Ninth Division of the National Security Bureau, isn't that the legendary dragon group?

What the hell did their Deputy Chief Ling do that the Labor Dragon Team came forward to arrest him? No wonder they subdued their deputy director as soon as they made a move.

Everyone put down their guns.

From the dragon group?

Ling Jianjun, who was pressed half kneeling on the ground, couldn't help but tremble.