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In the hotel suite bathroom, warm water poured down from the top of the head, and washed over the tight and smooth shoulders, back and countless bloodstains, bringing out a few traces of pale red blood.
"Hiss..." Yan Yan kept breathing in, the wounds cut by the broken glass pieces were quite deep. When the adrenaline was blowing out, he didn't feel it, but when he relaxed, it was really piercing pain.
At this time, he heard the sound of the bathroom door being pushed open behind him, and when he looked back, he saw Jiang Ting came in with the hotel's white bathrobe and medicine box in his arms.
"Are you okay?" Jiang Ting asked.
Yan Yan glanced out, raised his chin, his voice sounded muffled in the glass bathroom: "What about those two?"
"In the outhouse."
They were talking about Yang Mei and Qi Sihao. After escaping from the nightclub, Jiang disabled Yang Mei's ID card and found a place to rest temporarily, rested a little and replenished his strength, prepared for the next step, and then questioned Qi Sihao carefully.
Yan Yan's tall and straight naked body was looming in the steaming heat. He pressed his hands on the glass, stared at Jiang Zing, and narrowed his eyes threateningly: "Why are you here, looking for fuck?"
Jiang Ting leisurely leaned his lower back against the countertop, and winked playfully: "You can still get up? Didn't Fang Pian J make you sick?"
Yan Yan raised the corner of his mouth at him with a "hum". After a while, he turned off the water, casually wiped his hair with a towel, pushed open the bathroom door, and rushed towards the river with malicious intent.
"..." Jiang Zing raised his eyebrows subtly and took a half step back: "It seems that Fang Pian J is not good."
Just as he was about to withdraw, he was arrogantly pressed by Yan Xun on the edge of the countertop, his body and arms formed a tight-fitting cage, and he lowered his head slightly to his ear, and said hoarsely, "Just that silver pewter head, If you don't come, I'll kill him sooner or later. Don't move, kiss one, and let me give him two..."
Jiang Ting lowered his voice: "What is the top, the medicine is still not available?"
"Come on, let me go first." Yan Xun couldn't help but tighten the encirclement: "Come and listen to me and give you a popular science, do you know why in ancient times soldiers robbed women after fighting? Because experts say that after fighting It's just two times, and it's good for your health... Let's listen to the experts, don't move!"
The sound of kissing and rubbing filled the empty bathroom, and the echo made the slightest movement very obvious. After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Ting finally squeezed out a voice from his throat: "... Yan Yun... "
dong dong dong!
"Brother Jiang—" There were several knocks on the bathroom door, and Yang Mei shouted outside, "The surnamed Qi insists on ordering room meals!"
Jiang Ting pushed Yan Yan half a step forward and shouted: "You help him decide, don't let him touch the waiter!"
Yang Mei got the order and ran away.
Yan Xun looked at Jiang Ting with an expression of unfinished expression, and looked at Jiang Ting's expressionless face, his ears were red, and he quickly buttoned his shirt one by one.
"Yang Mei's five carats have shrunk to four carats," Yan Jinzhu announced.
Jiang Ting laughed and laughed, kicked the bench in front of the dressing table closer to Yan Yan, motioned him to sit down, and then opened the medicine box to give him medicine.
Yan Yan looked at himself in the mirror angrily. There were about 20 different scars on his sturdy upper body. His short hair was especially black because of the dampness, and his forehead was slightly oozing with water vapor. A little bit of blood was wiped off.
"Is that Applejack dead?"
"I don't know." Jiang Ting concentrated on the Yunnan Baiyao powder, and said after a pause, "I didn't seem to see much blood at that time."
"Fuck, missed?"
"Maybe, maybe wearing a soft bulletproof vest."
Yan Xun was a little dissatisfied: "So cherishing life."
"You treat everyone like you," Jiang Ting's eyes showed a little teasing, and then he changed the topic: "Qi Sihao explained outside just now that he went to the nightclub tonight to meet a director surnamed Liu of the provincial notary office. After discussing to make more batches, I went to the toilet halfway through. I didn't expect that when he came back, the surnamed Liu was killed. Then he was taken to the underground wine cellar and saw Ajie. He knew that if it wasn't for us, he would It's probably dead now."
Yan Yan didn't believe it: "King of spades really intends to kill him?"
"Of course not, I should still want to threaten to win over, but it doesn't matter now."
"Then is he willing to cooperate with us now?"
"What do you think?" Jiang Ting applied good medicine for all the deep wounds, and finally put a medical gauze on his forehead, looked at Yan Yan in the mirror and said with a smile: "He cooperated with others to secretly sell drugs to be destroyed, If he is stabbed out, not only will he end his career, but he will also go to prison, and at the same time, the king of spades will kill him. The roads on the left and right are blocked, is there any other way besides cooperating with us?"
The two of them looked at each other in the mirror, and the warm orange light of the hotel bathroom reflected in Jiang Ting's eyes, like a soft pearl shimmering with water. That ruthless, tough-style leader Jiang seemed to be melted from the inside out by something fiery, and even his face that showed little emotion could not hide the youthful and soft look between his brows and eyes.
"..." Yan Yan opened his mouth, suddenly took his hand and said, "You kiss me."
"What are you doing?"
"Just kiss one."
Jiang Ting looked back at the bathroom door, leaned over and placed a kiss on the medicinal gauze on Yan Xun's forehead, and said in a low voice, "You can't work so hard next time, if something happens to you, what do you think? let me… "
His voice stopped, and he stopped talking, but Yan Yan insisted: "What do you want?"
Jiang Ting raised his eyebrows and said nothing.
"What do you want? A widow?" Yan Yan stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms and pressed him against it. He couldn't help dawdling, exhaled a hoarse and hot breath, and whispered, "Damn, that surname is Qi. Big light bulb, if it wasn't for him, I would definitely be now—"
Jiang Ting couldn't help laughing and asked, "Is your Firebird ready?"
"The Firebird has become a J-31, why don't you test drive one?"
dong dong dong!
The door was knocked again, and Yang Mei shouted outside, "The package is here! - Brother Jiang, why did it take you so long to take your medicine? What the hell are you doing with the surname Yan! Don't go too far!"
Yan Yan was furious: "Your four carats are now three carats!!"
Jiang Ting laughed, picked up the bathrobe and threw it into Yan Yan's arms, and raised his food sign to instruct him not to get excited: "Take care of it, go back and try your J-31..."
Yan Yan hummed in dissatisfaction, but she had no other choice, so she put on her bathrobe and went out.
In just a few hours, Qi Sihao seemed to be ten years older, swallowing the food in his mouth with the same taste, and looked absent-minded.
"Qi's cell phone has rang more than ten times," Yang Mei motioned to the coffee table, "I asked him to pick it up first, but he didn't dare."
Yan Yan drove Yang Mei to the corner of the sofa like a chicken. He sat down and started eating the wontons from the hotel, and then scooped it up to feed Jiang Ting. Jiang Sui waved his hand and refused. He picked up his mobile phone and looked at it, saying, "It's normal. The nightclub that caught fire is in the jurisdiction of the first detachment. It must be reported to the Qi team."
As he said that, he glanced at Qi Sihao with a half-smile in his eyes, "Why didn't you answer?"
Qi Sihao's mouth wriggled, and finally made a difficult voice: "...Why didn't you die?"
Jiang Ting gently threw the phone back to him and asked, "If I die, who will save you today?"
Qi Sihao put down his chopsticks and couldn't swallow any more: "Why do you want to save me, what do you want me to do? I've agreed in advance, I'm not the mastermind of this matter, I'm just mixing in and earning some money. It's just extra money, I don't know if you want to ask more..."
"No one is interested in your trivial matter. Instead of worrying about being blackmailed by us, it is better to think more about what the king of spades will do next."
"K of spades?" Qi Sihao asked suspiciously.
Yan Yan and Yang Mei held their foreheads together, thinking that the surname Qi is really a bold artist, and he dares to go into the water to make money without knowing anything...
Jiang Ting pulled out a chair, sat opposite Qi Sihao, and said word by word, "The king of spades is a drug dealer."
He paused, then stared at Qi Sihao's bloodshot, trembling eyes, and slowly shook his head: "No, it's inaccurate to say that the drug dealer is the drug dealer who has exported new fentanyl compounds for the longest time and the largest quantity in Southeast Asia. Owl."
"..." Qi Sihao's lips trembled, and after an unknown amount of time, his murmuring finally oozes out of the room like ice breaking: "He didn't kill me so easily, it wasn't so easy... I'm a squad leader anyway, so I won't just... At once… "
At this moment, the buzzing sounded, and it was Qi Sihao's phone that vibrated again. Jiang Ting picked up the phone and glanced at it, handed it to Qi Sihao, and motioned to him: "Go ahead, the detachment leader can't disappear for too long."
Qi Sihao actually had a deep-seated fear and obedience towards Jiang Ting that he might not have been able to discover, and when he was at a loss, he subconsciously answered the call: "Hello?"
"Let's get together, why don't you answer the phone? A fire broke out in the Jinhui nightclub, and three men died. The branch above is asking!"
"Ah," Qi Sihao said dryly, "three people died."
"One is Director Liu of our provincial notary office. I heard someone from the branch said that he was burned to death while assisting in the firefighting. Hey, you are talking about this, this matter - our detachment has blocked the scene just now, The sub-bureau explained that it will send someone down early in the morning to assist us in investigating the cause of the fire and hidden dangers. I will let you know right away, tomorrow morning at eight o’clock…”
The voice on the phone continued, but Qi Sihao couldn't hear anything.
He let go of his hand, and with a clang, the cell phone that was still talking fell on the coffee table, and was immediately hung up by Jiang Ting.
The voice stopped abruptly, and the room returned to silence. After a while, Qi Sihao nervously repeated: "Assist in fighting the fire... Help in fighting the fire?!"
"A corpse poisoned by high-purity heroin in a box on the second floor can 'survive' and become a hero who gave his life to fight the fire. Presumably, it is also feasible for you, the detachment leader, to 'sacrifice heroically' during a certain mission. Qi," Jiang Ting stretched out his hand and dragged Qi Sihao's pale and blue face, which made him have to face himself: "Look at me, do you think your position as leader of the detachment is more stable than me? I can become a black man who died in fear of crime. Police, why can't you?"
Qi Sihao's scattered eyes finally gradually focused, full of panic and fear; while Jiang Ting's eyes were as calm as ice, piercing straight into the depths of his eye sockets, seemingly able to penetrate his muddy chaotic brain and dominate his last root. Nerves that are not burned.
Qi Sihao finally collapsed:
"Why is it me, why?! I just signed a letter and didn't take much money at all—"
"As long as the yardstick of the law is violated, there is no difference between one step and 10,000 steps. This is true for the criminals, and even more so for the police in charge of law enforcement." Jiang Ting looked at him calmly and said, "You originally You can enjoy the privileged old age of retiring as a senior, but if you try to get rid of the tiger, it will only completely ruin the rest of your life."
"… "
Qi Sihao scratched his trouser legs with both hands, the blue veins on the back of his hands burst out, and his fingernails were all discolored. After a good few minutes, he finally buried his face in the wet palm, wiped his face as if venting, raised his head and asked:
"But what can I do now?"
Jiang Ting looked at Yan Yan and nodded.
Yan Yan got up and walked into the bedroom of the suite, listening only to the switch of the hotel safe. After a while, he came out and threw a kraft paper portfolio in front of Qi Sihao.
"This bullet rifling data may be one of the important physical evidences to bring the K of Spades to justice." Jiang Ting tapped his knuckles on the portfolio and said solemnly, "I need to know which one in Gongzhou it came from. Police gun."
·
the next day.
"Team together."
"Morning team!"
…
Qi Sihao's shirt was wrinkled overnight, his briefcase was tightly tucked, he nodded absentmindedly, and quickly got into the detachment commander's office, closing the door with a click.
It wasn't until he entered the office that he was familiar with that he seemed to have gained a certain sense of security, and he was slightly relieved. Then he put down his bag, just took out a bottle of mineral water from the cabinet and wanted to unscrew it to drink, but suddenly stopped, and nervously stuffed the bottle of water back into the cabinet.
Will it be poisoned? he thinks.
After all, that's how Lao Liu, who "assisted the fire and sacrificed", died like this.
When he thought of Lao Liu's murder, he was standing beside him, Qi Sihao was like an ant on a hot pot, neither standing nor sitting, any movement outside the door made him upset. He even began to regret that he didn't ask for leave today. Instead, he followed the instructions of Team Jiang—no, Team Qian Jiang, obediently came to work at the Municipal Bureau, and pretended to be nonchalant.
Why didn't the surnamed Jiang die? It stands to reason that the drug dealer wants to kill most is obviously him.
- From last night to today, this thought popped into Qi Sihao's mind for the 108th time involuntarily.
jingle bell -
Qi Sihao was startled and looked at the enemy as if he was facing the enemy, but he saw that it was the phone on his desk, and the red dot of the "Technical Investigation Team" extension flashed.
"… Hey?"
"Qi team, the results of the rifling comparison you sent early in the morning have come out. Would you like to come over to the technical investigator to take a look?"
Qi Sihao couldn't wait to rush into the office of the technical investigation team. When he entered the door, he almost knocked over the trainee policeman's teacup, and was splashed by a few drops of hot water on his shirt. The intern policeman immediately exclaimed, "Oops," and hurriedly apologized, but Qi Sihao didn't even have the mind to stop, and hurriedly wiped the water and walked away.
"Why is the Qi team in such a hurry," the technical investigator in the office laughed while sitting in front of the computer: "Suddenly compare the rifling of this bullet, is there a case?"
"Oh, an old case." Qi Sihao didn't want to say more, and waved his hand perfunctorily: "—the result came out? Whose gun is it?"
The technical detective pushed the monitor towards him at an angle and said, "See for yourself."
The screen faintly reflected Qi Sihao's white face, he looked down at a glance, his pupils slowly widened.
·
Jiang Ding stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel suite, half of his face reflected on the glass. Under his feet was Gongzhou, which was gradually waking up. The central business district was full of traffic in the early morning, but there was not a trace of the rising sun in the distant sky, and the tumbling clouds covered the ceiling of the city.
"—Yue Guangping?"
On the sofa behind him, Yan Yan suddenly raised her head.
"...I see." Jiang Ting said succinctly, "Go to work as usual, don't show your timidity, remember to call your wife. I'll let Yang Mei drive to pick you up when I get off work."
Jiang Ting hung up the call and turned around: "The gun matched with the rifling of the warhead was lost at the scene of the operation when Yue Guangping took the lead in rescuing 'Rivet' and me after the explosion in the plastic factory three years ago."
Yan Yan raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.
"The loss of a gun is a major event. It stands to reason that a detailed investigation should be carried out. However, in the middle of the investigation, Yue Guangping died. It was said to be a heart attack." Jiang Ting said with a calm expression, "But many high-level executives think there is a great possibility. I killed Yue Guangping."
"… It's you?"
Jiang Ting met Yan Yan's gaze and did not answer the question directly. It was hard to tell what he was thinking from the outside. After a long time, he turned around from the floor-to-ceiling window, with his hands in the pockets of his trousers, and only a slender figure appeared in the backlight.
He said: "This thing ... starts with me being 'released' by the king of spades."