In the eyes of these big and small drug dealers, the king of spades is the kind of person who is usually taciturn, but has a strong sense of presence. As soon as his words came out, it was like a basin of cold water was poured into the oil pan, and the whole pot would explode in an instant.
Several old people on the left suddenly changed color at the same time: "What did you say?"
The forces with the K of spades on the right stood up one after another: "What is the truth?" "Boss, what's going on?!"
"On October 9th last year, we traded 200 kilograms of goods in Gongzhou City, and the location was urgently changed from the plastic factory to the ecological park cultivation base ten minutes before the transaction. The 'like' police came to more than a dozen vehicles, and the special police and public security were all available. Half an hour later, there was a series of explosions in the plastic factory."
The King of Spades' voice was not high, but when he spoke, everyone fell silent, only to hear his steady voice resounding throughout the room:
"Heart Q betrayed me and wanted to kill me. But to be honest, it's not surprising that he wanted to do it, there's only one thing I want to know."
"—who instigated him?"
The last few words were faintly forceful, and a man in his fifties on the left side of the long table in a bright yellow Burmese sarong frowned and said, "Instigation? What do you mean?"
The Burmese woman in the cheongsam lowered her eyebrows and sipped the tea. The King of Spades lowered her head to grind the lid of the teacup before saying in the slight heat:
"Wu Tun wants to murder me."
The explosiveness of these short six words is simply the geometric power just now, the whole room condensed, and then suddenly exploded, denying, scolding, roaring, the sharp friction of tables and chairs moving on the ground... all mixed together, It made the eardrums buzz.
"How is it possible, don't take your word for it!" The Burmese man who spoke up just now said dissatisfiedly: "Wu Tun has been getting worse and worse in the past two years, how can he have the energy to plan this, you are simply slander! Where is the evidence? Where is the evidence? !"
The king of spades took a breath.
Bang!
The pistol was slammed on the table, and the loud noise made the surrounding quiet. I saw Ajie's eyes were cold, and he swept across everyone's faces one by one, until several people were forced to hide their voices.
"Jiang Ting," Spade K called back, "What you told me before, tell them the same."
Jiang Ting's face was probably due to the fact that he usually had few expressions, his skin was smooth and his demeanor was detached, and at first glance he seemed to be in his twenties. In winter, he wears thick clothes. His neck, shoulders, arms, and hands resting on his thighs are extremely thin, and a chilly whiteness emerges from his skin, sitting there alone in the focus of everyone.
Seeing that the situation was wrong, the Burmese man scolded first: "Why does what he says count, isn't he a traitor? How do we know if he is taking the opportunity to stir up the water, take the opportunity to pull Wu Tun into the water, and put a black pot on our heads! I think There's no need for interrogation, just pull it out—"
"Jiang Ting," Spade K's tone was still unexpectedly gentle, but slightly aggravated.
"… I disclosed the transaction to the police last October."
Jiang Ting's voice was very hoarse, and his voice line was unstable. That should be the reason why he was too weak to maintain his breath.
Then, in the dozens of urgent, nervous, or eyeing eyes around him, his pink lips opened again, and he said, "It was my own idea, and Wu Tun didn't know it."
After a brief silence, the boiling emotions on the left and right sides of the long table suddenly changed. All kinds of noises and discussions suddenly erupted, and this time the one who changed color suddenly became Applejack, and even the K of Spades was slightly taken aback.
"What... what's going on? What do you say now?" The Burmese man quickly regained his confidence: "You heard the king of spades, what do you say now?!"
An old man stood up tremblingly and asked Jiang Ting, "Did the King of Spades force you?"
"He forced you to identify Wu Tun, didn't he?"
…
Ajie stared at the left side of the long table, with ruthlessness on his brows, and asked in a low voice, "Big brother?"
The king of spades raised his hand to stop his next unspoken words.
"The only thing I gave to the police was to organize Operation 1009, so that I could accumulate merits and climb up. In Myanmar, I have been marginalized for a long time, and I hardly know anything going on inside, so if I want to seize more power, I can only To increase my leverage within the police. That's my motivation."
Jiang Ting's narration came sentence by sentence from the hustle and bustle, as if he had practiced it many times in his heart.
"I advocated this plan without authorization. I didn't ask Wu Tun in advance, and there was no evidence to prove his knowledge. As for the idea of murdering the young master's family, it has never happened before. I didn't know that he would appear in the plastic factory, or even not. Knowing that he will be personally involved in this operation…”
Someone on the right side of the long table pressed him with a loud question: "How could you not know that the young master is at the trading site?!"
"I thought the escort was Jin Jie." Jiang Ting had no hesitation, but Ajie's cheeks twitched immediately, only to hear him say lightly, "I don't think it's a big deal to kill him."
Judging from Applejack's expression, he was really restrained and restrained, so he didn't utter a dirty word on the spot.
But no one noticed this at this time. The Burmese man slapped the table and pointed at the king of spades: "I just said how could Wu Tun want to kill you, you are the one who poured dirty water on Wu Tun's head first!"
Many people couldn't bear the exciting tune like a roller coaster. They stood up and accused each other, defended, yelled and even cursed. For a while, the crowd in the house was furious, and several waitresses were scared to the wall and trembling.
The eldest old man on the left stood up with a cane and seemed to want to persuade the Burmese man in his fifties to calm down, but the latter was eager to find the place where he was slapped in the face by the K of spades just now. He would point to the whole long table one by one: "Everyone heard it, right? What is the idea of the king of spades, is this evidence conclusive? He just wants to strike first against us, I just need an excuse today, maybe tomorrow I don't even need an excuse!"
The King of Spades was sitting back in the armchair, with his hands in his trouser pockets, and his posture was very casual and relaxed, but he took a breath and stood up.
"Why are we sorry for you, everyone is working hard, not for life, but for money. It's better for you, since you came back from the United States, you have been doing things all the time, and you don't care about us old men... "
The king of spades walked behind the emotional Burmese man, but the man was still talking aloud and did not feel the slightest danger. The King of Spades' expression was so flat, even a little careless, no matter who saw it, they would think that he was just walking around and saying a few words.
"If you go on like this, the two groups of people will not be able to cooperate, and there is no way to cooperate at all. You just like to stab in the back and don't talk about the loyalty of the older generation, you—"
The Burmese man was reprimanded.
Everyone around was stunned.
—I saw the K of Spades standing behind the man, reaching out and picking up the knife in front of him, and stabbed the knife deep into his trachea with the backhand!
Pooh - the blood spurted wildly, as if the reservoir had opened, and the pressure caused it to splash half of the table in an instant. After just two seconds of silence, a circle of people staggered to their feet amid the screeching noise of tables and chairs, and the waiter screamed in horror!
"Giggle..." The Burmese man made a gasp in his throat, his eyes widening. As soon as the king of spades drew his sword, he fell to the table with a plop.
"If you have something to say, don't shout." Spade K said calmly, and threw the still-flesh knife with a clear clang. He took out a tissue and wiped his bloody hand.
There was no sound in the room, only the blood dripped from the edge of the table to the ground, and the gasping breaths of everyone in all directions.
Hei Tiao K turned around and walked in front of Jiang Zing, looked down at him for a while, and then asked, "You know what you just did is called backlash, right?"
Jiang Ting didn't say a word, because he was blindfolded by a cloth, so he couldn't see any signs of fear.
Spade K pondered for a while, then suddenly asked: "I sometimes feel that you are so sure that you will not be killed by me, is it because..."
Because he was interrupted by Jiang Ting before he finished speaking, I saw that the corners of his lips curved slightly: "You silence me now, don't you just sit down and force me to frame Wu Tun?"
These words were simply invincible, and the King of Spades was stunned for a while.
"...You really..." After a long time, Spade K laughed, shook his head and sighed: "If you stand on my side with sincerity, then it is really..."
Jiang Ting said, "Then you are really dreaming."
Everyone in the room gradually recovered from their shock and panic, and a very subtle and suppressed voice of discussion sounded again. The old man, who had just tried to dissuade the Burmese man, sighed helplessly, tapped the ground with a cane, and made a loud noise: DONG! Boom!
After attracting everyone's attention, he turned to the king of spades, pointed at Jiang Ting and said in a deep voice: "He has indeed been far away from the core of the group in the past few years, so it is not surprising to have this kind of idea. It's not easy to bury his nail in the state, Wu Tun's matter should be just a misunderstanding, so don't worry about it."
Ajie frowned, as if he wanted to say something, but the K of Spades said, "Huh?"
"I saw what happened in October last year. Since it didn't cause any damage, why don't we put the red heart Q back. The position within the police is very important to us, especially..."
"Is it important to your people?" Spade K turned back and smiled.
The old man had no choice but to point to the corpse lying on the table with his crutches, and said in a meaningful way: "The cooperation between the two groups of us is also very important, it's better not to tear our faces."
The king of spades seemed to be lost in thought.
Since October last year, the two groups have argued about this matter no less than five or six times, but they have never been able to figure out the awkward attitude of the king of spades. Everyone gestured to each other uneasily, and squinted at him, until even Applejack couldn't hold back a little, only to see the king of spades suddenly say, "Okay."
The old man's wrinkled face loosened.
"I can put him back as you have been asking, and even send him back to Gongzhou in person. But I can't be sure whether he has turned against the police, whether he has completely betrayed our entire group in order to join the police. So in order to prove For this, I have to let him do one thing."
"What's the matter?" the old man asked subconsciously.
The king of spades smiled at him, but didn't say anything. He turned and leaned in Jiang Ting's ear and paused.
"It's not that easy," he said softly, "you can't go back."
Jiang Ting's face under the black cloth moved, and the next second he heard the K of Spades ask with a smile:
"Do you remember 'Riveting'?"
Jiang Ting raised his head suddenly, as if he heard some spell, his whole body froze there—
But the King of Spades didn't say anything more, smiled and straightened up, watching him make a gesture to Applejack, then turned and left the room.
·
It was January 9th, three months after the shocking explosion of the 1009 Plastic Factory. No one knew what life-and-death confrontation took place in this small town on the border.
A few hours later, Jiang Ting was taken into the car blindfolded. The next day, when he got off the car, he finally opened his eyes. In front of him was the gray sky at the junction of Gongzhou and Jianning, and a dilapidated house stood in the wilderness not far away—
"Rivet" is in the dark, waiting for his arrival.
All the betrayals, conspiracies and blood, the fires that rose from the sky, the car accidents that swirled around the world, the ups and downs of murders... all started from the bullet fired from Jiang Ting's gun, and then caught everyone off guard and quickly fell into a long sleep.
For more than a thousand days and nights, no one thought he could wake up again.
Until the early morning of one day, in a ward in Jianning City, Jiang Ting opened his eyes without warning.
"Yan Yan from the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, get out of the way, don't block the scene, and give us shoe covers—what's your name?"
"Lu Chengjiang."
"You have an unusual level of attention and involvement in this case, why?"
…
In the dark and lively night market stall that night when he returned to Jianning from Jiangyang County, Jiang stopped and drank his last sip of beer while Yan Xun watched.
"You can doubt anything else, but there is no doubt about this... The name of the new drug is 'Blue Gold', Yan Xun, the person in this world who wants to eliminate it the most is me."