Chapter 170 (First Order Plus 7) The Iron Sand Palm that Has Been Practiced for More than Ten Years

Looking at the search warrant in Lan Jiang's hand, Zhou Zhouheng looked at the chief of Sham Shui Po Police Station with a sullen face.

But the 60-year-old ghost director didn't answer, but just shrugged, indicating that the search warrant was genuine.

The others didn't know the reason, so Li Changheng couldn't help looking at Edward and Hunter.

I saw them smiling and nodding to themselves.

Li Changheng suddenly understood that this group of British messengers had already done what he proposed a few days ago to ask for money and take the blame for the soon-to-be-retired people.

Since the search warrant is genuine, no matter how powerful Zhou Nianheng is, he can't prevent Lan Jiang and him from entering the house to search in front of so many people.

Lan Jiang smiled, turned around and shouted to more than 20 subordinates behind him, "Go in and search for me, and never let any suspicious place or suspicious person go."

"YES, SIR".

The policemen these days are short mules with legal documents.

If your own boss can't handle Zhou Heng, this group of people will definitely search honestly, just pretending to be fine.

But as soon as Lan Jiang came up, he pointed at Zhou Nianheng's nose, and warned him not to say one thing, but to do another, because the poor guy who came with him didn't understand that Lan Jiang was serious.

There is a saying that the county magistrate is not as good as the current one, and Zhou Nianheng is too far away from them, the low-level police officers.

And even if Lan Jiang had bad luck afterwards, he could take off the police uniforms on them before the bad luck happened.

Besides, it's impossible for Lan Jiang not to bring his confidants along.

Led by Huo Bang, You You and a few subordinates who had followed Lan Jiang for many years, the group divided into three groups and rushed straight into Zhou's villa.

Needless to say, Zhou Nianheng really deserves to be a rich man who went to England to study and even worked for more than ten years before returning to Spice Harbor.

At least the Zhou family mansion is not only a combination of Chinese and Western, but also a bit of a style of American guy who seeks bigness and spaciousness.

Li Changheng, who is still staying at the Peninsula Hotel for the time being, wants to take this opportunity to buy this villa, which can even be called a manor house.

As the person who personally worked with Lan Jiang to instigate Zhou Shan's three gangsters, he knew roughly where Zhou Shan and his gang were hiding in the manor within these three days.

When Yan Tong pretended to be displeased and ordered his subordinates to keep an eye on the searchers, he pretended to search the lobby casually, and rushed straight to a two-story building in the backyard.

After knocking open the door, Huo Bang deliberately slowed down his pace, watching Zhou Shan rush into the study room in the house in a panic, and pull down the mechanism on the huge bookcase.

Several kilograms of peanut-sized flour balls hidden in the bookcase fell directly into a large vat under the bookcase.

Those who followed in, or saw this scene through the window, could easily see a burst of water bubbling from the vat.

"Fuck the street, this bastard poured all the flour balls into the sulfuric acid."

"Alas, alas, alas".

Yan Tong pointed at the speaking butter with an angry face, "Be careful what you say, little bastard.

We only see some cold medicine, cough medicine, etc., being poured into the vat, where are the flour pills, right? "

Yan Tong's subordinates immediately echoed, "That's right, that's right, what we saw is the same as what Yan Ye said, there are so many balls in the world, who said they must be prohibited items like flour balls?"

Li Changheng, who stood watching from the side, almost burst out laughing.

This old ghost Yan Tong really deserves to be a real bastard.

He and his subordinates said flour balls on the left and prohibited items on the right.

It was tantamount to directly telling the people present that what Zhou Shan destroyed were flour pills.

Even if Zhou Shan and Zhou Nianheng could not be convicted this time, the Zhou family's reputation in Spice Harbor would be almost as bad as those of Lai Hao.

And Zhou Nianheng couldn't blame Yan Tong, with a grateful expression and encouraging eyes on his face, hoping that Yan Tong could suppress Lan Jiang so that no one would search him any further.

The five big and three rough were very hot, but unexpectedly answered, "Even if it is acidified by the flow, it is impossible for these few kilograms of meatballs to be completely chemically reacted without any scum, right?"

Now everyone's expressions became weird. Yan Tong looked at Zhou Nianheng who gave him a sharp look, and then looked at Li Changheng who was blocked by Ferranci.

Seeing that Li Changheng didn't say anything, he squinted his eyes and sarcastically said to Huo Bang, "You're such an old man, you still know chemical reactions?"

After finishing speaking, he said to his subordinates, "Asen, help me find Police Officer Liu from the Appraisal Section, and let professionals tell you, what is the result?"

Soon, Police Officer Liu appeared by the window of the small building, "It is indeed possible to test the ingredients of the flour balls from this liquid soaked in flowing acid."

"Crash".

There was a sudden noise and breathing sound all around.

But Police Officer Liu then continued, "Based on my professional knowledge, besides flour pills, there are at least a dozen kinds of pills that can chemically react to produce a liquid with the same composition.

Therefore, it is not enough to judge whether there is a problem with this cylinder of unknown liquid."

Zhou Nianheng and Zhou Shan breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the evidence is not conclusive, there is still a chance of a lawsuit, and even if their reputation is damaged, it is better than their son being arrested and imprisoned!

Yan Tong had a smug and wild smile on his face, but he was muttering in his heart, that bastard, Lan Jiang, don't mess it up.

And Li Changheng looked at Lan Jiang who didn't have any anxious or uneasy expression on his face, and knew that this guy must have something behind him.

"Then there's no way".

Lan Jiang took off his suit and rolled up his shirt sleeves.

Stretching out his white arms, he said to everyone, "Anyway, I have also practiced iron sand palms for more than ten years, and I don't believe it is only two or three minutes before and after.

There will be no pellets of unmelted flour left in this stream of acid."

"You're crazy, Inspector," Butter grabbed Lan Jiang, "This is no joke, and it's not a quack trick.

Is it worthwhile to give him a hand for a prisoner who sells flour pills, and a rape prisoner? Does he still have a bright future? "

"You don't understand, butter".

Lan Jiang took a serious look at the people around him, "Last month, the tragedy of the old woman and her granddaughter being exterminated in Hung Hom was most likely the mastermind of a certain son surnamed Zhou, who led a dozen of his subordinates to do it."

"The ghosts are waiting for someone to bring justice to them. As the inspector of Hung Hom, if I can't do it, what face do I have to continue to sit in this position."

"Come on, get out of the way, lest when I am in severe pain, I accidentally knock over the big tank, and it will be bad if the acid splashes on you."

Everyone in the room took a step back in fright, even Zhou Nianheng and Zhou Shan were frightened to mention it again and again.

The people near the door left the small building quickly, and then narrated everything that happened inside to the people in the yard in disbelief.

Zhou Nianheng looked at Yan Tong leading his men to protect Li Changheng and wanted to leave the room. He rushed forward to hold Li Changheng, but just as he stretched out his hand, he was grabbed by Ferranci and Zhang Tianzhi one after the other.

"ah,,".