I asked you to pursue a career, but you turned out to be a scumbag

"When you went to the bathroom just now, you didn't even bring toilet paper. What did you use to wipe your butt? Tell me, did you use your underwear?"

Zheng Wenhao immediately relaxed. He smiled and said, "Fuck, you figured it out. We're all grown men, so what's there to be afraid of without underwear?"

"That's right, let's go quickly and go to the hospital!" Zhang Hao said with a smile.

Zheng Wenhao started the car again and drove forward. After only two kilometers, he found four police cars parked in front of him.

Zheng Wenhao pulled over, got out of the car, and asked, "What are you doing here? Why don't you just leave?"

Zhang Hao got out of the car and said from the back: "They are all waiting for you."

"Wait for me? What do you mean?" Zheng Wenhao asked puzzledly.

"Comrade Zheng Wenhao, you are suspected of dereliction of duty and murder. You are under investigation!" Zhang Hao said.

Zheng Wenhao turned his head to look at Zhang Hao and said, "Zhang Hao, what do you mean? Are you kidding me? Then I can only tell you that this joke is not funny at all!"

"Comrade Zheng Wenhao, do you think I'm joking? Now you should notify your people to stop the action." Zhang Hao said.

Zheng Wenhao said expressionlessly: "I don't know what else you are going to say?"

"Really? Do you think that if we kill Niu Yuanzhou, there will be no evidence to prove the crime?" Zhang Hao looked at Zheng Wenhao playfully.

"Then I can only tell you that you're overthinking it. Niu Yuanzhou and his wife are in one of the four police cars ahead, and the one that was transferred away only has one officer in it."

"If that police car is attacked, it only proves that you leaked the information, because all the words I said in the car just now were made up by me to lie to you!"

"Now you are only suspected of leaking secrets and attempted murder."

"If anything happens to that police officer, if he gets hurt or even dies, then you'll be guilty of intentional homicide!"

"As an experienced detective, I think you should know what the crime of intentional homicide is, especially against a public official?"

Zheng Wenhao's face turned pale instantly. He took out his phone tremblingly and said, "The mission is cancelled. Go home and wait for my next message."

He then hung up the phone and put his hand in his pocket.

Several policemen standing nearby immediately pulled out their guns and pointed them at Zheng Wenhao. If he made the slightest movement, he would be shot to pieces.

Of course, it’s no wonder that the other policemen were so nervous, because Zheng Wenhao is an old criminal policeman and is equipped with a pistol.

God knows if he will do something crazy at this time.

Zheng Wenhao looked at the black gun muzzles and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

To be honest, he never thought that one day he would be held at gunpoint by his colleagues.

"Don't be so nervous, I just want to smoke a cigarette."

Then he took his hand out of his pocket, and sure enough, it was just a pack of cigarettes.

He took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, exhaled the smoke, and looked at Zhang Hao.

"How do you know I'm the traitor?"

Zhang Hao shrugged. "How should I put it? I'm not too sure. I guess it's just a test for you."

"Before arresting Niu Yuanzhou, you went to the restroom first, and then asked the security guard to call Niu Yuanzhou first. I felt something was wrong, as if you were tipping off Niu Yuanzhou."

"Of course, I wasn't sure at that point, so I just wanted to test you, so I said those words in the car."

"You immediately stopped the car and said you had a stomachache. That's when I was certain you were the traitor, and you were definitely tipping off someone."

After hearing this, Zheng Wenhao's face showed even more self-mockery.

"When you first joined the investigation team as an assistant prosecutor, we thought you were just some wealthy, wealthy, second-generation official who came down to gild the roost and share the credit. We even looked down on you."

"I didn't expect that the real clown would be us."

Zhang Hao said, "If you have anything to say, let's continue when we get back to the Discipline Inspection Commission. Take him away."

"Old Zheng, you disappoint me so much. How could you do such a thing?"

Xue Shaolong looked at Zheng Wenhao sitting on the interrogation chair with an expression that was both angry and sad, and a little confused.

When he first heard that Zheng Wenhao was the traitor, he didn't believe it and thought Zhang Hao had made a mistake.

But when the evidence was placed in front of him, he had no choice but to believe it.

Zheng Wenhao smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Why? As long as I kill Niu Yuanzhou and his wife, I can be promoted to deputy director!"

"you!"

Xue Shaolong was so heartbroken that he didn't know what to say.

Zhang Hao said from the side: "For a deputy director, is it worth it for you to give up your faith?"

"does it worth?!"

When Zheng Wenhao heard this, he stood up and roared like a madman.

"Is it worth it? As a powerful official with connections above you, do you know how much effort it takes for ordinary people like us, who have no power or influence, to climb the social ladder?"

"Come on, open your eyes and look!"

Zheng Wenhao lifted up his shirt, revealing several scars on his body.

"Look at this! This is what I got chopped up when I was trying to catch a murderer!"

"And this bullet hole? That's where I got injured while helping the anti-drug team catch drug dealers!"

"This scar is..."

Zheng Wenhao recounted the origins of every scar on his body as if they were his own treasures.

Then he laughed crazily and said, "I paid with my life for these, but now, I am only a regular section chief."

"There was an opportunity to be promoted to a full-time director, and I thought it had to be me."

"But what happened? They accused me of harming the hostages and forced me to lose my chance. Did they think I didn't know?"

"What do you mean I hurt the hostages? That's all bullshit!"

"Just because this position is reserved for a second-generation official like you, I'm a fucking joke, a joke!"

Xue Shaolong remained silent as he watched Zheng Wenhao loudly venting his grievances.

He wanted to speak, but he didn't know how to refute or how to comfort Zheng Wenhao.

If you want to make a living these days, you have to rely on connections and influence.

After Zheng Wenhao vented his anger, he finally calmed down and said, "Lao Xue, give me a cigarette."

Xue Shaolong handed him a cigarette and lit it for him.

Zheng Wenhao took a deep breath, exhaled the smoke, his eyes full of loneliness.

Zhang Hao said, "I'm done venting. First of all, I want to tell you that I'm not what you call a second-generation official. I'm just an ordinary person without any powerful background."

Zheng Wenhao scoffed at this remark. Without any powerful background, how could he appear in the investigation team as a mere assistant prosecutor?

Zhang Hao continued, "I understand your pain, but none of this is a reason for you to commit a crime. If you reveal the mastermind behind this, perhaps your sentence can be reduced."

Zheng Wenhao said calmly: "Don't waste your time, I won't tell you."

"Zhang Hao, you go out first, I will try to persuade him." Xue Shaolong said.

Zhang Hao nodded, left the interrogation room, and went straight to the interrogation room where Niu Yuanzhou was imprisoned.