The father of the king of spades
Yan Yan blurted out: "Caohua A?"
Bureau Lu was obviously stunned: "What A?"
The two looked at each other, and Ju Lu looked suspiciously behind his reading glasses, and Yan Yan realized in an instant that Ju Ju did not know the nickname of the father of Spades K.
In other words, the public security system has very little understanding of the king of spades, to the point of not even knowing this detail!
At that moment, what Jiang Ting said casually to Qi Sihao in the guest house in Gaorong County rang in Yan Yan's ears:
“The family of the king of spades is a criminal syndicate, his parents and even grandparents are not clean... He was called the king of spades in the southwest frontier in his early years, because his father used to be called the ace of the grass, and it evolved from this...”
"What's wrong?" Lu Bureau asked, "How do you know his father's code name, what Jiang Ting said?"
Yan Yan's gaffe only appeared for a short moment, and then returned to normal, as if the stagnation just now was just an illusion: "Oh, it's not. It's just that I see that their group has a king of spades and a jack of diamonds. It is also normal to have a club A, so it's a random guess."
Lu Ju narrowed his originally small eyes, his gaze became sharper and focused, staring directly at Yan Yan's face.
But the latter's sturdy and sturdy facial contours did not touch him at all, and looked back at Director Lu calmly.
"..." Bureau Lu finally nodded thoughtfully and said slowly: "We know very little about the inside story of the Spade K drug cartel. On the one hand, their home base is in Myanmar and they belong to an overseas multinational drug organization; On the one hand, it is also because of the plastic factory explosion three years ago that we lost a lot of senior police officers and excellent undercover agents, which is a very sad loss…”
Yan Yan rubbed the tip of his nose in silence.
"So, if Jiang Ting ever mentioned anything related to the king of spades to you, please report it to our bureau immediately, because it is all very important information and clues, and it may not be possible except for him. No one knows." Lu Ju paused and asked meaningfully, "Do you understand?"
Yan Yan raised her eyes and looked directly at Bureau Lu.
The eyes of the two collided and exchanged in the air, but there was no trace of waves on each other's faces. After a few seconds, Yan Yan nodded and said, "I understand, Director Lu."
Ju Lu sighed, leaned back in the chair, took off his reading glasses and wiped them slowly.
"I only told Lao Wei, the rest of your team, and several political commissars of the deputy director of the news issued by the Ministry of Public Security. After you go out, you must also pay attention to confidentiality and discipline. In addition, you are the only one in the public security system with Fang Pian J. A police officer who has survived two head-to-head fights may want your life badly. Be careful."
Lu Ju waved his hand and turned his palm inward, indicating that he could go out.
Yan Yan stood up, but did not leave immediately. His lips moved, and finally he couldn't help but ask, "Juju Lu—"
"what?"
"Do you believe Jiang Ting?"
After thinking for a long time, Lu Ju finally put on his reading glasses and looked at him seriously.
"It's useless for you to ask me this, Yan Yan. I'll still say the same thing: We do criminal investigations and don't believe in others, or even in ourselves. The police and the police, the police are the police first, and we only look at the evidence."
Yan Xun was silent, nodding for a while, then turned and left the director's office.
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The Zhou meeting had just dispersed, and Ma Xiang took advantage of the gap to dash downstairs to buy a few buns, gobble it up while rushing back to the large office of the Criminal Investigation Detachment, and just turned around the corridor when he ran into Yan who was texting with low hair. Huan, staggering two steps: "Yo, Brother Yan!"
Yan Yan raised his head: "Oh, by the way, I'm going on a temporary field trip today, and I won't be here in the afternoon. Please tell the team for me."
As he said, he pulled away and was about to go downstairs, but Ma Xiang flew up and pulled him desperately: "What fieldwork? Why don't you always take me when you go out for fieldwork now? The last time you kept up with the last time you brought Han Xiaomei. How can I not compare to that girl? Am I still your sweet little padded jacket, Brother Yan?!"
It just so happened that Han Xiaomei came out of the elevator while eating the buns, and bumped into her head-on. She was so frightened that she stepped back three steps and hid the buns behind her in a hurry.
"Go, go, don't give it like that, be careful Consultant Lu comes to beat you." Yan Hao quickly pushed Ma Xiang away, and then greeted Han Xiaomei: "Take him back to the detachment, I won't be here in the afternoon, call if anything happens Get in touch."
Ma Xiang grieves: "Brother Yan—don't abandon me, Brother Yan—"
Ma Xiang staggered to follow in the north wind, two wide noodles with tears fluttering behind him, Yan Yan hurriedly ran downstairs. It wasn't until the hem of his dark gray trench coat disappeared at the entrance of the corridor that Ma Xiang suddenly held back his tears and turned around expressionlessly: "I won't be coming in the afternoon."
Han Xiaomei: "Huh?! What are you doing?"
"Jointly carry out the mission with the anti-drug detachment next door." Ma Xiang said calmly, biting off half of the buns in one bite while Han Xiaomei's eyes were staring, and pouting into the large office door of the Criminal Investigation Detachment.
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beep - beep -
"Hey," Jiang Ting's steady voice came from the phone, with an indistinct hoarseness, and asked, "What's wrong?"
That little mute made Yan Yan's heart feel a little hot, but he didn't show it. He passed through the parking lot of Jianning Municipal Bureau, opened the door of the Phaeton and sat in, asking, "What are you doing at home?"
Judging from the movement over there, Jiang Ting should have stretched a long and lazy waist: "Sleep."
"Sleep well. Didn't the doctor in the last review say you should rest more? It's good for congestion in your brain. Did you exercise today?"
Jiang Ting had been in a coma for too long, and it was rare that his muscles had not atrophied, and his strength and agility were much lower than before. The doctor's advice is to slowly rehabilitate, don't be impatient, and avoid fatigue and strenuous exercise. It is almost impossible to recover to the level before the coma in this life. Can find an excuse not to take him.
After arguing several times, Yan Yan simply bought a few fitness machines and put them at home, claiming to be Jiang Ting's personal trainer at a cost of tens of thousands of yuan per minute.
"No." Jiang Ting said concisely, "No spirit."
"Why are you lacking energy, is it because the private tutor is not at home?" Yan Yan started the car, and a smile appeared in his eyes unconsciously: "Why don't you get out of bed and go to the pantry, I'll put a Good things for you."
"..." Jiang Zhan raised his eyebrows silently over the phone, and walked into the pantry wearing home slippers: "What?"
"Open the closet and take a look."
Jiang Ting opened the cabinet according to the words, and was stunned: "How do you—"
The Phaeton slowly drove out of the city bureau, and the corners of Yan Yan's upturned mouth were reflected in the rearview mirror.
The second Laotongxing tea cake in the tea box had been dismantled. Fang Fangzheng was lying on the oiled paper, as if he was afraid of not being favored. Every grain of residual tea from the company clearly shows this: even if it is repackaged, it has no collection value at all.
"I wanted to boil tea eggs that day, and I accidentally dismantled the package." Yan Yan explained with a smile, "If you take it apart, take it apart. Tea is for people to drink, so what's the value if you don't drink it? Are you expecting it to drop tea cakes in the cupboard?"
There was a moment of silence on the other side of the phone, and then Jiang Ting sighed in disbelief: "You are really..."
Yan Yan also laughed.
Neither of them spoke, only each other's breathing could be heard at both ends of the call.
"Ok?"
"Don't go back to Gongzhou, come to Jianning?"
"… "
"I have a job at the police academy. I have nothing to do with the city bureau to see the scene, run errands and so on. It is difficult to maintain a long-distance marriage. Jianning has high wages and low prices, and the warm and humid air is good, don't you think?"
Jiang Ting said in a low voice, "Yes."
"Take the time to go abroad to hold a wedding banquet and invite all our family members. What do you think?"
Jiang Ting laughed: "Why are you talking so much today?"
Yan Yan insisted: "Can you do that, eh? What about you?"
"All right, all right... Hold a Manchu-Han banquet, whatever you want."
"Then you agreed, I remember it."
"Yeah, I agreed." Then Jiang Ting suddenly remembered something, and suddenly added: "—but you can't take the third tea cake apart! Just keep them and let them put down the small tea cakes, I really Don't drink this stuff!"
Yan Yan smiled and said, "It's just you who have more things to do."
The turn signal made a slight ticking sound, Yan Yan held the steering wheel with both hands, and the line of cars in front of the viaduct was reflected in his eyes. In the distance, the sky was gray, the clouds and mist were vast, and the wind blew the whistle into the car through the gap of the car window.
"Where are you going?" Jiang Ting asked.
"Go to the scene, it's a little far from the city. You may not be back tonight."
"… "
"Maybe I'll be busy until tomorrow morning, sigh, it's really annoying." Yan Yan paused, swallowed, and said, "—Have a good meal, and I'll call you at night, eh?"
Jiang Ting nodded silently and said softly, "Okay."
The turn signal was still ticking, Yan Yan hung up the phone, the smile in his eyes that he didn't even realize had not completely faded away, and there was a hint of aching coldness in his heart, as if he was hanging in the air on a cliff, unable to reach the world. Without touching the ground, only the wind whistling from the soles of his feet seeped into his limbs.
The sound of horns, clamors, engine start and brakes outside the car window suddenly became very distant, and Yan Yan's dark profile was reflected in the side mirror. After a long while, he finally opened the car's Bluetooth address book and gently dialed another number—
"Hello, Team Yan? Hello?"
"Old Qi." Yan Yan's eyes were gloomy and he said, "I'm on my way to Gongzhou. I'll let you know when I arrive. See you at the gate of Yazhiyuan Community."
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Jianning City Detention Center.
The sound of iron shackles came from far away from the end of the gloomy and cold corridor. Ma Xiang, who was looking forward to it, took a few steps forward at the same time with the other criminal policemen of the anti-drug detachment, but was stopped by the guards in embarrassment: "That..."
"Understood," Ma Xiang touched a cigarette and stuffed it, and the other party gave him a helpless look.
The city bureau sends people to arraignment twice every three days, but any criminal police officer with a little seniority has to run back and forth several times a week when there are many cases. It is common for urgent arraignment in the middle of the night or in the early morning.
But now this situation is different from the past, they should not be here according to discipline—
The detention center reported that Qin Chuan had important clues to explain. After research by his superiors, he decided to transfer to the provincial department today.
The sound of the metal crash was getting closer and closer, and a shaking figure suddenly appeared in front of the window at the far end of the corridor. Qin Chuan was held by two prison guards and slowly walked towards the door.
"It's Team Qin..."
"Brother Qin!"
Qin Chuan didn't seem to expect anyone to come, so he was stunned for a while, but he didn't stop.
Ma Xiang met his scrutinizing eyes with magnanimity, and the base of his tongue was bitter, but he forced himself to swallow it back. The brothers in the anti-narcotics detachment all held back their heavy breathing. Only a little policeman who had just been turned right by Qin Chuan not long ago couldn't help but took a half step forward impulsively regardless of the guard's obstruction: "Qin team, you Have you been wronged! Talk to me!"
As soon as he said this, another person couldn't hold back: "Yes, Qin team, I don't believe you would do such a thing!"
"You must have been wronged, right?!"
"Tell us now, right?"
…
Qin Chuan retracted his gaze and passed through the siege of these people. Not far from the gate of the detention center, a van with "Jianning City Detention Center" painted on a white background and blue characters was parked under the steps. The police were waiting in front of the open rear door.
Ma Xiang finally couldn't help but said hoarsely: "Brother Qin..."
Qin Chuan paused in his footsteps, turned his head and smiled and said, "No."
Everyone was startled.
Qin Chuan walked down the steps, and several people watched him pass by, approaching and far. The little brother who just graduated just now was blushing and his whole body was shaking. Ma Xiang stretched out his hand but did not hold it, he suddenly strode down the steps: "Don't be like this, Team Qin! I don't believe it! Please tell me I and you were wronged, we will help you to overturn the case, we will definitely—"
A few people hurrahed and ran down the steps, but the prison guard didn't even think: "Come back!" "What are you doing, hello!"
"Brother Qin!"
"Go back!" Qin Chuan suddenly turned his head and shouted.
The cold wind swept across the sand, and several anti-narcotics police officers were stubborn and desperate. Qin Chuan stared at them for a moment, finally shook his head and exhaled, and said, "I don't have any grievances, I did everything, it's just that the time has come and I've been caught out. I often walk by the river without getting wet shoes. The last thing I want to see is your silly faces, understand? It's all about money! Nothing else! Go back!"
"But… "
"Do you want me to repeat the confession to you now?!"
The guards kept making gestures, pulling and pulling them back, but two or three were still reluctant to walk away with tears in their eyes.
"I said I didn't want to see you!" Qin Chuan was ruthless and impatient: "Go away! Get away!"
A few people were finally dragged back to the steps in twos and threes. The little policeman cried bitterly, and was pressed by Ma Xiang on his shoulders. Every word in his hoarse voice was sour and unspeakable: "Listen to me, if you really want to be good for Brother Qin , I persuaded him to cooperate more and explain, try to make contributions, or... or..."
It is also good to fight to avoid death.
The howl of the little policeman filled his eardrums, drowning out the last half of his speechless words.
Qin Chuan turned his head indifferently, without glancing back, he bent down and got into the back of the police car. On the other hand, the two prison guards looked at a few grief-stricken anti-narcotics officers not far away with a look of unbearable expression on their faces, and they looked at Qin Chuan with vague anger.
bang! Close the door and start slowly.
"Hey," Qin Chuan glanced at the prison guards left and right, and seemed to find it quite interesting.
The prison guard gritted his teeth and ignored him.
"Your management is too loose. How many of them came in when they wanted to?"
Still no one answered.
"What about you guys, have you done all the escort procedures? Well, you," Qin Chuan raised his chin to the prison guard sitting on his right: "Have you put your body armor on?"
The prison guard he named was relatively young, and finally couldn't help it: "Are you fucking blind? Why are you asking so many questions?"
Qin Chuan didn't care: "Just to remind you."
He moved his lower cervical spine and shoulders and seemed very leisurely. However, it was quiet for less than half a minute, and suddenly he had trouble again: "Hey, I'm so sorry. Can you do me a favor?"
The young prison guard was about to have a seizure, but was restrained by the older one and asked, "What do you want to do?"
"Take off my glasses for me." Qin Chuan said sincerely with a smile at the corner of his mouth, "It's not very comfortable to wear them all the time."
The police car started in front of the detention center building, and the tires rolled on the sand making a crackling sound. The anti-narcotics police officers who came to see them off all raised their heads, their eyes were red, and the rear of the car drove to the road as they watched in pain.
Not far away on both sides of the road, locust trees cast lush shade, and several ordinary cars parked on the side of the road.
At this moment, Ma Xiang's eyelids twitched—
The world seemed to stand still for half a second.
boom! !
There was no warning at all, several cars exploded at the same time, and the air wave instantly overturned the entire police car!
A few people on the steps rushed out and hit the wall. The sound of sirens, shouts, and broken glass was like boiling hot soup, which instantly filled the whole world. For several seconds, Ma Xiang couldn't hear anything, his eyes were black with bursts of blackness, and even the movement of getting up from the ground made his hands and feet weak, and then a conditioned reflex touched his lower back.
- No gun.
"...Fuck!!" Ma Xiang hoarsely squeezed out a sentence, and suddenly heard the sound of the engine speeding from far to near, and subconsciously raised his head—
His pupils tightened instantly, and he roared: "Brother Qin!! Don't!!"