"Yan Yun, I know about you. We have been brothers for so many years, and I don't need to say anything else. I also understand... No, no, no."
"Yan Yan, I know everything about you. When Bureau Lv and the others came to ask me, everything was told the truth. You know that Fang Detachment is my direct leader, so it's still wrong to say..."
"Yan Yan, I already know about your poisoning and car accident. Although the Fang Detachment is my direct leader, our brothers have been for so many years..."
"What are you doing, Brother Qin?" Ma Xiang walked through the corridor with his colleague on his shoulders, and saw a familiar figure standing outside the door of Yan Xun's office, talking. He lowered his shoulders: "Where are you chanting spells? Brother Yan is not here, is this for food?"
Qin Chuan was startled and turned back suddenly: "What?"
Ma Xiang has skillfully opened the plastic bag, took out a peach, rubbed a bite on his clothes, and said with a smile, "Brother Yan said that he had a quarrel with Bureau Lu yesterday, and today he said he was ill and didn't come to work. You Looking for him? Why don't you go to his house?"
Well, half a day's belly draft was in vain.
Qin Chuan felt that he wasted two tons of precious feelings in an instant: "quarrel? What?"
"How do I know this, it should be—" Ma Xiang lowered his voice and pointed in the direction of the anti-drug detachment: "It's about your boss. Hey, don't take it to heart, it has nothing to do with you anyway, let them fight with gods. , play Benha together tonight."
"... OK, OK." Qin Chuan shoved the fruit into Ma Xiang's hand, and waved his hand in disbelief: "Let's go, when will Yan Yan come back and call me?"
"Hey! Good!" Ma Xiang happily carried the bag of fruits back to the office.
·
Gongzhou.
At seven o'clock in the evening, the lights are feasting.
The corridor on the second floor of the nightclub is dimly lit, and the decoration is exaggerated. The pale golden wallpaper and the thick red patterned carpet on the ground complement each other, successfully creating the cheap and luxurious feeling in the bones of the old nightclub.
Qi Sihao was wearing sunglasses and a low-key casual outfit. Under the guidance of his mother, Sang Yinqin, he pushed open the door of the largest box, and a man in the room immediately stood up: "Ouch, Lao Qi is here!"
The girls followed: "Brother Qi!"
"Brother Qi!"
…
Qi Sihao waved his hand and ordered to open two bottles of Macallan for 18 years. Mama Sang immediately smiled and went out.
The box had apparently had a round of drinking, empty wine bottles were lying on the coffee table, four or five "champagne princesses" were wearing off-shoulder mini skirts, and their faces were all excited and slightly drunk. Qi Sihao quickly swept away, and through the makeup that their thick mother did not recognize, he vaguely recognized the girls who were familiar with each other, so he relaxed a little and complained in a low voice to the big-bellied man at the head: "You are really good, old man. Liu, this is the second time this month! What did I say at the beginning?"
"Yes, yes - but how could I have imagined that the goods were selling so well?" Lao Liu held the cigarette between his stubby fingers and spread his hands exaggeratedly with a smile: "Look, it's not winter yet, and the mid-year goods will be gone. Seventy or eighty percent, the supply exceeds demand! What can I do?"
Qi Sihao sat drinking, his face seemed unhappy.
"However, I also raised the price by 30% according to what you said, and that's enough for 'wholesale' alone." Old Liu made a gesture, and patted him on the shoulder to lower his voice: "Old rules, it's already hit. Your son's account abroad is on, don't worry!"
Qi Sihao's face turned a little better now: "Hey, we have nothing to do with each other, don't worry about money..."
Lao Liu quickly greeted him and praised him for his hard work.
"It's not that I'm too tight to criticize, it's just that the wind is tight these days." Qi Sihao sighed deeply: "A while ago, Jianning broke a 502 drug dealer and murder case, which somehow alerted the Ministry of Public Security, and now there are rumors If you say that there is a new type of drug that needs to be strictly investigated, there may be a new round of nationwide crackdown a year ago. You said that these days are going to be turbulent, in case one day... Hey, I don't feel very well anyway."
Sure enough, it was only at a young age that he was born with no life to be an official, and he thought it was too hot to make a small fortune. No wonder he didn't even dare to fart when the surnamed Jiang was in power.
Old Liu was dissatisfied with his dejected appearance, but he couldn't say anything on the surface, so he could only persuade him with good words: "What are you afraid of? Once the goods are transported from your police to the waste disposal company, no one will count them again. Besides, the final count before the destruction is also done by the people from our provincial notary office. I have already explained it to the top and bottom, and I will not make any mistakes - what else is there to worry about?"
This is also very reasonable. Qi Sihao's face seems to be a little loose: "But we have just started this business, and the top is going to start cracking down. This coincidence is too..."
"I said, buddy, what are you planning to do? Severe crackdowns happen every year! Those who sell dozens of kilograms to hundreds of kilograms are fine. How can the country pay so much attention to us for this little trouble? I think you are Too careful, come, come, toast Qi Ge!"
Several "champagne princesses" all came up to persuade them to drink, the flowers were red, willows, green rings, fat and thin, Qi Sihao's face became hot and heartbeat, and he held a girl in his arms, and the last bit of caution was thrown to the horizon.
"I'll make another batch of goods this week," Qi Sihao said to Lao Liu with a half-glass of wine, "But you should also be careful, you can't do this kind of thing all the time, keep it under control, and often walk by the river... "
Old Liu kept perfunctory: "I know! I know!"
The two of them were drunk enough to sing and play games with their arms around the girl and threw dice. Qi Sihao patted Lao Liu with a cigarette in between, and said drunkenly, "It's good to know—hey, I'll take care of it."
The box door opened and closed, Qi Sihao walked dizzily to the end of the corridor, but did not see the dark place in the corner behind him, a figure wrapped in a red skirt floated past.
"Brother Jiang," Yang Mei said softly, "he came out."
The red velvet dress envelops Yang Mei's concave and convex figure, her hair is pulled back charmingly and neatly, revealing a slender, creamy neck, and the diamond necklace gleams brightly in the deep concave career line. She lifted her curly hair on the side of her earlobe, and pressed the small button connector in her ear, only to hear Jiang Ting's steady voice:
"Don't follow, keep watching."
Yang Mei was nervous and anxious: "He won't find out what's wrong and plan to run away?"
"..." The opposite side of the headset was silent for a moment, and then Jiang Ting said calmly: "According to my understanding of men, it should be because of drinking too much and going to the toilet."
Yang Mei: "…"
At the same moment, at the back door of the nightclub.
Jiang Ting was wearing a bluetooth headset, resting his head with one hand and the Phaeton steering wheel with the other. At this time, the passenger door was suddenly opened, and Yan Yan sat in with the cold wind outside the car, her face turned blue for some reason, and seemed to be carrying an unspeakable secret pain.
"Huh—" Yan Yan sat down with a sigh of relief.
On the other side of the headset, Yang Mei obviously heard the movement: "What's the matter? Yan is going to the toilet again?"
Yan Yan rolled her eyes with a reserved and decent look.
"I said Deputy Yan Detachment, we don't know each other for a long time, and I don't know if you have a 'slightly hidden disease', but if you look like you're exhausted every time you go to the toilet, do you have to go to the hospital? Look." Yang Mei gloated and said, "After all, you are only in your thirties, and you haven't found a wife yet. The next few decades of marriage and life—"
From Jianning to Gongzhou, Yan Yan swallowed his anger all the way, and this time he finally didn't plan to endure it any longer.
"Hi, it's alright," he said lazily, taking a wet tissue to wipe his hands, "Actually, I never told you that this pot should belong to Han Xiaomei."
Yang Mei: "?"
Jiang Ting pressed his forehead.
"It's all my fault that she brought me some scrambled eggs with chives - chives, you know, Boss Yang. Plus your brother Jiang is very enthusiastic, as a responsible man, I can't let my spouse down, no matter how strong I am, I will be drained. It's time." Yan Yan said modestly: "It's okay, don't worry about your brother Jiang, I'll be fine tonight, he understands."
Yang Mei: "..."
Yang Mei's expression was blank, and after a while she choked out two words: "Brother Jiang?"
Jiang Ting affirmed: "Well, it is indeed Han Xiaomei's fault."
Yan Yan sat on the co-pilot and crossed his thighs triumphantly.
"Han Xiaomei brought him scrambled eggs with chives without peppers. Yan Xun thought it was tasteless, so he had to cut the millet peppers and fry them again. After cutting the peppers, he suddenly became anxious and went to the toilet before washing his hands..."
Yan Xun realized that something was wrong, and Feifei came to cover Jiang Zing's mouth, but it was too late.
"He'll be like this when he comes back," Jiang Ting smiled and said, "All in all... burn it, Firebird!"
Yang Mei's years of professionalism as an informant saved her at this moment. If she hadn't been on a stalking mission, she would have made the most heart-wrenching laughter in her life.
Firebird Yan Yan covered his face with one hand, and he could see his horrific expression between his fingers.
"You should know that I won't keep this secret," Jiang Ting joked. "It started when you took the initiative to tell people that you were almost drained by your wife last night when you passed the toll booth."
Yang Mei hid in the corner, looking at the corridor of the box with a small mirror for makeup, while covering her mouth and babbling, she suddenly saw something in the mirror reflected, and hurriedly whispered, "Qi Sihao is back!"
"No hurry, pay attention to concealment."
"No, wait." Yang Mei suddenly realized that something was wrong: "It wasn't Qi Sihao, it was the foreman who brought the other two men... Strange."
There was a new guest, but Mama Sang didn't show any enthusiasm and flattery on her face. On the contrary, she lowered her head and shrugged her shoulders, and her walking movements were quite stiff, as if she was trying her best to hide a trace... Scared
Why should she be afraid
Yang Mei dared to probe a little, only to see her mother Sang brought the two men in black into Qi Sihao's box, and after a while, she came out with a few exposed princesses, trembling and taking them to the door, without any steps. Dare to stop, immediately greeted the girls and hurried out.
Who is the visitor
Yang Mei looked suspiciously at the closed box, but the walls and doors of the nightclub were designed with sound insulation, preventing all information from leaking out, making it impossible for her to find out what was going on inside.
Jiang Zing asked in the headset, "What's wrong?"
"The situation isn't quite right," Yang Mei quickly reported what happened just now in a low voice, and said worriedly, "Why hasn't Qi Sihao come back yet?"
In the Phaeton car, Jiang Ting and Yan Yan looked at each other.
"Wait, he's back!"
Qi Sihao blushed and smelled of alcohol. He didn't notice any abnormality around him, and he didn't know that he was about to have a big disaster. He strode to the door of the box and pushed it. The next moment, Yang Mei clearly saw his back froze.
"who are you?!"
Before he finished speaking, he was pulled in by the people in the box, bang! The door slammed shut!
"Brother Jiang!" Yang Mei lost her voice: "The situation has changed!"
"—What are you doing? What are you trying to do?" In the box, Qi Sihao's face was full of drunkenness, and his voice was sharp and out of tune: "Stop, who are you?!"
Yingying Yanyan was nowhere to be seen. Old Liu blushed and was stomped on by a man in black with one foot on his chest. The man restrained Old Liu Yi like a palm, and at the same time took out a paper bag from his pocket, poured white powder into the mouth of the wine bottle and shook it a few times, then leaned over and grabbed Old Liu's chin, forcing him to open his mouth and facing the whole bottle of wine. Throat poured in.
"Stop it! Someone, someone! Help!"
Qi Sihao turned around and rushed to the door. He just turned around and ran into another man. The latter threw an iron fist into his stomach and fell heavily to the ground, making a shrill scream.
Old Liu struggled to death, but he couldn't break free from the killer's well-trained restraint. In the chaos, half a bottle of wine was spilled on his body and on the sofa, and most of it was poured into his throat. The deadly high-purity heroin quickly melted into the blood.
As soon as the man's hand was released, Lao Liu's fat body was unable to slide down, his pupils quickly expanded, and there was a "giggle" gasping sound in his throat.
"It's over." The man squatted down and rolled his eyelids, and said coldly, "Drug overdose causes death, and the rest of the police will deal with it."
Qi Sihao had already collapsed to the ground, and his whole body trembled with fear: "I-I'm a policeman, how dare you..."
"It's just you returning the police," the man who punched him sneered, "How can you not remember that you are a spy when you secretly took out our boss's goods for sale?"
Qi Sihao was struck by lightning in an instant, and even forgot to tremble.
The man didn't know what to think, so he muttered contemptuously, "It's all police officers, why are your bones so soft."
"Okay, don't say a few more words." The man in black who had murdered before stepped forward and easily dragged Qi Sihao, who was like a dead dog, from the ground, and said, "Let's go."
"You, you, where are you taking me, you—"
"Shut up!" The man in black scolded impatiently: "If you dare to say one more word, I will kill you on the way!"
Qi Sihao seemed to be stuck in his throat by a stone, his knees were so soft that he couldn't even stand up. The two killers nodded to each other and opened the box door with him left and right.
"They came out." Yang Mei was hidden behind the large vase on the floor, trying her best to sound calmer: "What should I do now, Brother Jiang?"
"Follow."
Yang Mei paused.
The next second she heard a bang from the contactor. It was the door of the Phaeton car being thrown open. Jiang Ting pressed the wireless headset with one hand and strode into the back alley, his jacket swaying in the night wind behind him.
"I'm going in with Yan Yan," his instructions were always concise: "Get ready to meet."
·
Qi Sihao didn't dare to say a word, or even raised his head to meet people. However, the visitor had obviously made preparations in advance. The entire corridor of the second floor box was empty, and there was not even a shadow of a ghost.
He was so violently held that he staggered through the corridor and plunged into the fire safety corridor. He didn't notice that the two killers seemed to feel something at the moment when the door was closed, and they exchanged glances with each other quickly.
"The fire exit on the second floor, they should have gone down." Yang Mei took off her high heels and stuffed it into the corner trash can. Like a cat, she followed silently with her bare feet and whispered, "I'll go in and have a look. Look, brother Jiang, you must be careful. I guess the director of the notary office surnamed Liu has been silenced, and 80% of this nightclub has something to do with drug dealers... "
Jiang Ting said, "Understood, you are also careful."
Just as Yang Mei was about to answer, another awkward voice came from the contactor: "Be careful."
"?" Yang Mei couldn't help but ask, "That was Deputy Yan just now?"
Jiang Ting: "..."
Yan Yan: "…"
"Who did Vice Yan tell you to be careful?" Yang Mei was as shocked as she had discovered a new world: "Is it me? Is it me?"
"Yes, it's you!" Yan Yan gritted his teeth and said, "You are fireworks of different colors! You are the strongest bubble! Do you still have any questions?!"
Yang Mei: "..."
Jiang Ting held his forehead and sighed: "I will never take you two out to do business at the same time again..."
Yang Mei hid in front of the fire door, counted to twenty silently in her heart, and then gently pushed the door open a crack.
squeak-
The incandescent light penetrated, and there was no movement. The footsteps of the man in black holding Qi Sihao down faintly echoed in the corridor.
Yang Mei breathed out silently and pressed the contactor in her ear: "I'm going in now." Then she swiftly ducked into the fire escape.
The last time she and Jiang Ting came to Gongzhou to investigate, she had already found out the nightclub that Qi Sihao used as a secret base, and at the same time found out the basic terrain here. In addition to the first and second floors, the nightclub also has a basement as a warehouse. The elevator is blocked. You can only enter through the corridor. The man in black obviously intends to take Qi Sihao to the warehouse.
So, what's in the underground warehouse
Are they planning to kill someone
Yang Mei's soft toes stepped on the concrete steps, and she went downstairs lightly and quickly without making any sound. Walking to the corner on the first floor, she really heard the sound of the warehouse door on the first floor being pushed open. She was about to continue to follow, but she suddenly noticed something, her scalp exploded, and cold sweat broke out on her back. now—
Why are there only two people walking ahead
The two men in black were wearing high-top short boots, and Qi Sihao was also wearing hard-soled shoes. The movement was obvious in this echoing corridor. Unless Qi Sihao had passed out and was carried away, he would go downstairs and enter. The sound of footsteps on the negative floor should be three.
So who else is there
Where is the other person—
Yang Mei raised her head subconsciously, her pupils tightening instantly.
By the handrail of the corridor above, a man in black was looking down at her from a height, and slowly took out a short knife from his trousers pocket, revealing a wide smile.
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["Firebird" is the representative work of Russian composer Stravinsky, which is based on Russian fairy tales. 】
It sounds a little big, but it doesn't matter, Captain Jiang can destroy Xiaoqing in one sentence.
(taken from ancient popular stalks on the Internet)