Chapter 770: Shot Dead

Having figured it out, Ma Huangshang waited quietly. Ten minutes, twenty minutes—the stool under his butt was really too uncomfortable. He leaned his hands on his knees, stood up with a grimace, and wanted to rub his butt, but motherfucker, he couldn't reach it.

If the nanny were here, she could help him rub it and even give him a massage. Now he could only slowly sway his waist to move around.

But after a long time, he couldn't stand anymore. He got a headache looking at that stool, so he went around behind the desk and sat in the chair.

Although this chair wasn't big for him either, it had a backrest, which was much better than the stool.

Time ticked away, one hour passed, two hours passed.

He had smoked half a pack of cigarettes and was really bored, so he started picking up the books on the desk to flip through.

It was just that with his second-grade elementary school diploma, he recognized every character in the book, but he didn't know what they meant.

Finally, he threw the book on the table, lowered his head, saw the drawer wasn't locked, and pulled it open.

A handgun lay quietly in the drawer. This guy grinned and reached out to take the gun.

Just then, the door opened. Ma Huangshang looked up, but before he could see who was at the door, several muffled gunshots rang in his ears.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Spots of blood erupted from Ma Huangshang's body, and the powerful impact of the bullets caused his fat body to jerk backward violently.

With a thud, he and the chair fell heavily to the ground.

This guy, he probably didn't even know how he died.

Hearing the gunshots, the entire office building was in chaos; chaotic footsteps and shouting came from the stairs.

"What's going on? Why are there gunshots?"

"On the first floor!"

"The gunshots came from the first floor."

"Where are the leaders? Are the leaders here?"

"None of them are here; it seems like they had something to do and left in the morning."

"It's nothing, it's nothing. Ma Huangshang had a mental breakdown, tried to snatch a gun and attack the police, and was shot dead."

In an instant, there was no sound in the office building, followed by a loud explosion of noise.

"Fuck, Ma Huangshang had a mental breakdown and tried to snatch a gun and attack the police?"

"Where?"

"First-floor reception room."

When everyone rushed to the reception room, they saw the desk overturned on the ground, and Ma Huangshang lying covered in blood by the window, still holding a handgun in his hand.

Liu Shangmin was leaning against the wall smoking, his face looking very ugly. Standing next to him were two of their colleagues, one named Qi Zhuang and the other Chen Dongxi; both had expressionless faces and were also holding guns.

"Old Liu, how are you?"

"Uncle Liu, you aren't hurt, are you?"

"..."

Everyone asked with concern. Just then, someone outside shouted: "The boss is back."

The crowd parted, and Guan Lu, along with Deputy Captain Wang Boyun and Instructor Hong Puhui, walked into the office.

Seeing the scene, their expressions changed simultaneously. Hong Puhui asked: "What's going on?"

Liu Shangmin threw the cigarette butt on the ground, looked at Guan Lu, and said: "In the morning, you told me you received an anonymous tip that the Blue Flag Dance Hall case was related to Ma Huangshang and asked me to bring him back to understand the situation.

When I went to find him, he was very cooperative and came to the police station with me. Because it was an anonymous tip and there was no evidence, I didn't even put handcuffs on him and let him follow in his own car.

Because his mental state is abnormal—everyone knows this—I was very careful when I spoke, avoiding stimulating him. But when I mentioned the Blue Flag Dance Hall, he suddenly flew into a rage and overturned the desk.

I wanted to hold him and comfort his emotions. It's just that I was too careless and ignored the gun I had on me; he snatched it away in one go."

At this time, Qi Zhuang spoke—the guy who looked very handsome, like a star.

"It's very clear that Ma Huangshang had a breakdown, his mental state had problems, and with a gun in his hand, the danger was too great. Qi Zi and I had no choice but to shoot him dead to avoid a bigger accident."

(This is a true event that happened around a madman. As for whether it was truly snatching a gun and attacking the police or a setup, it remains a mystery to this day.)

"I'm going to report the situation to the branch bureau; you handle things here." Guan Lu looked at Wang Boyun with a solemn face, then pointed at Liu Shangmin, Qi Zhuang, and Chen Dongxi. "The three of them are suspended from duty until the investigation is clear."

Wang Boyun also nodded with a solemn face: "Leave this to me; you hurry up and report to the superiors."

"Good!" Guan Lu walked away quickly.

Wang Boyun sighed. A mental patient with a gun—the degree of danger was unimaginable; shooting him dead was the most correct choice.

But saying that is one thing; whoever encounters this is unlucky. Not to mention being suspended for investigation, if the family members make a scene, it will be a headache.

Wang Boyun patted Liu Shangmin on the shoulder and looked at Qi Zhuang and Chen Dongxi. "Because of the Blue Flag Dance Hall case, you all are exhausted too. It's just right; consider it a few days of vacation, get some good rest."

Qi Zhuang and Chen Dongxi handed their guns to Wang Boyun, said nothing, and left with Liu Shangmin.

Guan Lu returned to his office, sat in his chair, picked up the cigarettes on the desk, lit one, and then grabbed the phone, calling Tang Guangwu first.

"It's done!"

Tang Guangwu's mouth curled into a smile: "I know!"

In the Mercedes-Benz outside the police station, the young man and the driver both heard the gunshots. Because the air conditioning was on and the windows were closed, the sound wasn't loud, so they thought it was firecrackers somewhere and didn't pay attention.

After a while, several police cars sped into the courtyard. After all, this was the police station, and police cars coming and going were normal, so he still didn't pay attention.

Waiting and waiting, seeing it was about to get dark, he finally felt that something was wrong, pushed open the car door, and got out.

At this time, the temperature outside had dropped, but it was still very hot. Especially after having the air conditioning on for half a day, once he got out, he felt sticky all over.

He looked up at the office building and was about to walk over when a hearse sped past him and stopped at the entrance of the office building.

This guy's heart jumped violently. He ran over quickly, wanting to enter the office building, but was stopped by two police officers at the entrance.

"What do you want?"

The young man said: "I want to go in!"

A police officer said expressionlessly: "You aren't allowed in right now!"

"I have important business." The young man was a bit anxious; he had a premonition.

Another police officer had a cold face: "No matter how important the business is, it won't work. You aren't allowed in right now."

The young man leaned in to look inside, only to see the corridor full of police officers, coming and going, looking very busy.

"What are you looking at?" the police officer shouted sternly: "Step back, don't stand here blocking the door."

A fierce light flashed in the young man's eyes, but in the end, he stepped back.

Not long after, two funeral home workers, plus four police officers, carried out a body bag.

Just looking at the tightly stretched body bag and the state of the six people carrying it, all grimacing, one could guess who was lying inside. ===== CHAPTER 771 =====