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What was inside made him frown.

It's a few photos.

The photos show the same woman and the same man meeting in different places.

The man is tall and thin, in his thirties, with short hair and a stern face.

The woman looks to be in her twenties, with long black shawl hair hanging down like a waterfall, a fair oval face the size of a palm, picturesque eyebrows, and cherry-like lips.

The white women's shirt was bulging with the heavy fruits, and the tight sky blue jeans covered her round and perky buttocks and slender legs.

Both sexy and classy.

Both the man and the woman Xu Jingchuan knew each other.

Or in the entire Qingchuan City, most people who have paid attention to local rule of law news recently will know him.

The woman's name is Jiang Huan, a Bai Fumei who has just passed away and her rich father has inherited a million-dollar fortune.

The man's name is Liao Zhong, a refugee from the anarchy district. He was arrested by the police for sneaking into the 13th District to commit robbery and murder.

The person he killed was Jiang Jun, a millionaire businessman in Qingchuan City, who was Jiang Huan's father.

Obviously Jiang Jun's death was related to Jiang Huan.

"Tsk, this is really a father's farewell and a daughter's smile."

Xu Jingchuan sighed with emotion.

But how did Ryder get the photos?

The appointment letter of the sergeant and the photos of private meetings between Jiang Huan and Liao Zhong were both things that a little gangster leader should not be able to obtain.

But it happened to appear in his hands.

This person is really not simple.

Is it killing?Stay?

How to kill?How to stay?

We have to take a long-term approach.

Xu Jingchuan put both document bags into the box, and then began to move the bodies on the ground.

Good brothers who have been through life and death cannot die in vain.

Brother, I am going to be an official soon.

Let me use your heads to make a contribution.

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Nine o'clock in the morning.

The Qingchuan Police Station located in Dongcheng District became busy, with people coming and going.

Li Wanshun, the chief of the personnel department, entered the office amid waves of greetings. His subordinates had already made tea for him, and the latest newspapers were placed on the table.

As always, he took off his coat and hung it up first.

Then he walked behind the desk, sat down, took a sip of tea, and then picked up the newspaper.

One of the sections reported a shooting case that occurred in the center of Qingchuan yesterday.

Shootings happen every day, it's not unusual.

This is why this case has attracted so much attention.

It was because the deceased was a city councilor.

"Damn it, killing officials in public, why are there so many crazy people lately." Li Wanshun muttered to himself.

"Dong dong dong!"

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Come in." Li Wanshun didn't even raise his head.

A uniformed policewoman pushed open the door and said in a coquettish voice: "Li Ke, there is a new report."

"Bring it in." Li Wanshun said casually.

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