A few minutes later, Yan Yan's phone vibrated, and a gloomy, fierce and young face appeared on the screen.
Jin Jie, male, Burmese nationality. The name is not guaranteed, and the age is unknown, between twenty-six and twenty-nine. He was involved in local gangs when he was a boy, and has been involved in many gangs over the years. The only crimes with proven evidence include collecting money to kill opponents in black market boxing matches, illegally holding guns, smuggling ivory, killing military and police in gun battles, and selling large amounts of drugs. etc.
Five years ago, the armed police seized a batch of heroin at the China-Myanmar border. Most of the drug dealers were killed on the spot, and two other criminals were captured alive. But the siege was not a 100% successful conclusion, because one of the drug dealers was like a ghost, and while being outflanked by five or six armed police soldiers, two people were seriously injured and retreated. The armed police company searched the jungle like a carpet. There was no trace for three days.
Later, according to the drug dealer's account, the young man was sent by "above" to supervise the escort. His role was to execute the shooting if anyone dared to hide goods or gold during the transportation. No one in the entire smuggling team knew his real name. Usually, he was called Jie Ge according to the Chinese habit, or "Bo Jie" according to the Burmese habit.
Since then, this person has gradually disappeared in Myanmar. According to the Myanmar military and police, he has died on the Myanmar-China border - who knows how much the local military and police have collected from drug dealers.
Now it seems that this person is not only not dead, but even smuggled into China.
"Square J—" Yan Yan rubbed his chin and said, "If we rank the cards in the order of playing cards, this person should be the third person in the King of Spades drug cartel, right?"
In the restaurant of the five-star hotel, the sound of the piano is elegant and the air is fragrant. The waiters occasionally come back and forth without making any noise, and there is a very subtle clanging sound from the cups in the distance.
Jiang stopped gently stirring the bowl of seafood porridge with a small half left, and lowered his eyes and said, "It should be!"
Yan Yan hissed softly, "That's not right."
"… "
"The No. 1 boss and No. 3 person of a transnational criminal group, the two went to Hu Weisheng's rooftop to search for a bag of 'blue gold'. Are they too daring, or are they too long-lived? Maybe there are other reasons? ."
Jiang Ting said, "Then how do I know?"
He raised his head, the two of them looked at each other in mid-air, and Jiang Ting spread his hands helplessly for a while: "If you assume these are meaningless now, how do you know that these two are just brave? The police rescue arrived on the night of the abandoned highway. At that time, on the surface, only two motorcyclists came out to rescue Fang Pian J, but in fact, there was still a whole convoy of drug dealers ambushing in the distance.
"I recalled it many times afterward," Yan Yan interrupted him, "I don't think the two of them were on the rooftop with backup."
The surroundings were quiet, Jiang Ting was speechless for a moment, and finally said: "Then we can only speculate that when Spades K and Fang Pian J boarded the rooftop of Hu Weisheng's house, they were very sure that no police would come."
- They have insiders and are well informed about the progress of the police investigation.
In other words, it was a surprise to them that Jiang Ting brought Yan Yan to this point.
"Could it be that the package of samples that Hu Weisheng hid is not the same thing as the 'blue gold' circulating on the black market?" Yan Yan suddenly said, "So they must immediately take away and destroy this package of samples, and they can't even pretend it's someone else's hand? "
As soon as the words were spoken, he realized that this assumption was not true. The confessions of Ding Jiawang's drug gang had already been mutually corroborated. This package of samples was stolen from the bulk by Hu Weisheng, and its chemical composition should not have any special features.
Yan Yan's thinking couldn't help but diverge a little - what if the importance of the blue-gold sample was not reflected in the chemical composition, but in other aspects
He tried his best to recall the scenes that happened on the rooftop, and through the fog of memory, he could see clearly the package of drugs that was in Jiang Ting's hand at that time. Just when an unusual impression was about to emerge from the depths of his mind, Jiang Ting's thinking was completely blocked by Jiang Ting. Stopped interrupted:
"You are asking this now to prove that this Burmese Chinese is not Fang Pian J or something?"
"Ok?"
Jiang Ting pointed to the phone screen and said, "He is."
Yan Yan came back to his senses and frowned.
"Do you remember when I said earlier that after discovering the existence of the new fentanyl compound Blue Gold, I independently investigated this huge drug cartel? Several different informants have mentioned the existence of this Burmese to me. I guess Maybe because they all have anti-social personalities and are similar in age, the king of spades trusts this little brother and bodyguard, but I can't be sure whether he is the second or third under the king of spades - in other words, I don't know who he is. Q or J."
Jiang Ting finally put down the white porcelain spoon, motioned the waiter to go forward and take away the porridge bowl that was only left at the bottom, then rinsed his mouth with tea, and continued: "Since I want to destroy this group, I must first Figured out its internals. But it took a long time because the whereabouts of the K of Spades and the Burmese were so hard to pin down that I couldn't even get any images...until there was an undercover agent codenamed 'Riveting' , and finally successfully entered the group."
Jiang Ting's voice suddenly stopped for a moment when he mentioned rivets.
Yan Yan stared into his eyes from the side, without urging.
"The information on 'Rivets' helped me to confirm that the Q of Hearts is someone else." After a while, Jiang Ting finally took a deep breath and said hoarsely: "In general, their division of labor is like this, the K of spades controls all decisions, and the hearts Q is responsible for the execution of part of the plan, and Fang Pian J ensures that everyone faithfully implements the order of Spades K to the end, and at the same time has the powers of supervision, aftermath, punishment and silence, and he is behind many bloody crimes."
"According to this, Heart Q's participation rate seems to be the lowest?" Yan Yan suddenly asked.
Jiang Ting raised his eyebrows: "Because Rivet once said that she is a woman."
Yan Yan didn't expect this, and was stunned.
"Rivet is a very good and very brave undercover agent. He was once the direct contact person of Red Heart Q. Many of the tips passed to the police were stolen from her." , but did not seem to smile at all: "Including the drug deal when the Gongzhou plastic factory exploded three years ago."
- Explosion of Gongzhou Plastic Factory!
Yan Yan's face changed slightly.
The pot of strong tea served by the waiter was already very cold, but Jiang Ting drank the green tea residue in the cup in one gulp, as if he could not feel the bitterness. The two of them were silent with each other for about a minute before Yan Xun finally made up his mind and asked, "Is the information from the rivets wrong three years ago, or was there a traitor who tipped off to Heart Q, which led to your... The police action was wiped out?"
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he realized that he had just asked Jiang Ting the most sensitive question in his life.
Jiang Ting pressed his palm and coughed a few times, waved his hand to signal that Yan Yan was fine, and then raised his head to look at him with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "—I want to know who the traitor is, and now I'm still sitting here patiently? "
The sarcasm was not aimed at Yan Yan, but at himself.
Yan Yan didn't know what to say for a while, but Jiang Ting seemed to be talking to himself, saying, "How can you expose all the secrets of this drug cartel to the world if you don't kill them both completely."
Yan Yan's cell phone text message rang, breaking the demonic silence. He opened the news, got up and said, "I should go back. The visual investigation finally found Wang Xingye's clues in the security monitoring. Guess how this fat man escaped from the police's net?"
Jiang Ting raised his head and saw Yan Yan gritted his teeth and said, "Fuck me, pedal a bicycle!"
"..." Jiang Ting grabbed the G65 key: "I'll take you back."
But before he got up, Yan Yan pressed his shoulders and pressed him back: "You just drank cold tea, it's not good for your stomach, so you need to warm it up." Then he beckoned the waiter and said, "You have some good porridge for cooking. For the soup base, choose a small cup of warm clear soup without oil, and I will sign the bill."
Jiang Ting gave up and asked, "Are you still working overtime tonight?"
Yan Yan turned his head and smiled at him seriously: "I can't sleep without a pillow?"
"… "
"Be good," Yan Yan leaned down and whispered in his ear, "I promise to sleep with you every night when the case is solved."
The waiter just turned around, and his mouth grew into an O shape on the spot. Jiang Ting held his forehead expressionlessly, only Yan Xun signed the order and took a taxi back to the city bureau.
It wasn't until his figure completely disappeared outside the store that Jiang Ting slowly put down his hand and stared at the delicious and clear hot soup in front of him, his calm face a little hazy in the dense heat.
The waiter stood far outside the seat, peeking at the handsome man who could not tell his age.
Jiang Ting noticed the curious gaze, but was too lazy to respond.
Just like pressing fast-rewind and replaying a movie, every scene and line just flashed through his mind, his soul seemed to be stripped from his body and suspended in mid-air. Repeat the measurements until you are sure there are no imperfections.
I don't know how long it took, the waiter boredly studied the delicate fringes on the curtains, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the beautiful guest moving - he picked up the soup spoon that had been sitting for a long time, and finally drank it slowly, it was long gone. Hot soup.
"Sir, would you like to change a hot bowl for you?" the waiter hurriedly stepped forward and asked.
Who would have thought that the guest just shook his head and didn't even say "no", and just drank the cold soup spoon by spoon.
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Twelve o'clock at night.
Dark clouds rolled and the wind howled. A flash of lightning flashed across the dark night over Gongzhou, and a few seconds later, a dull thunder rolled across the sky, and a torrential rain poured down in an uproar.
On the rooftop of the apartment building, the iron door was pushed open with a bang.
A squat man in a dark green raincoat staggered, his rubber shoes filled with water stepped into the mud and made a creaking sound. But he didn't care about the embarrassment all over his body, clutching the folding umbrella that had already been folded, and walking forward for a while on the roof overwhelmed by the heavy rain, he finally found a place where he could barely hide from the rain, curled up and sat down. He went down and wiped the sweat and water from his face heavily.
"Little bitch, little girl..." He took off his rubber shoes, poured out the water inside, and muttered, "I can't kill you, wait until I can't kill you..."
boom-
Another round of lightning followed the rolling thunder, and the world instantly became brighter.
Wang Xingye's movements suddenly stopped, the blood in his whole body turned into ice in an instant, and his face was as pale as a living ghost.
—In the open space in front of him, there were seven or eight people in black clothes and hoods covering their faces. Their faces and hands were hidden behind ponchos, like zombies crawling out of their graves on a rainy night. surrounded in the middle.
"...No, no," Wang Xingye crawled back in convulsions, his whole body shivering with fat: "Go away, you don't dare to do anything here, you don't dare... Go away! Go away!!"
A low and pleasant voice sounded from behind the crowd: "Why?"
The "zombies" turned sideways. In the center of the rooftop, Ajie held a gun in his right hand and a black umbrella in his left. Under the umbrella, there was a man in black clothes and black pants who could not see his face, and seemed to be looking at Wang Xingye with a smile.
Wang Xingye's eyes stopped moving the moment he touched the other party, and then he trembled almost out of his eyes, his tone trembled so hard that he couldn't make a sentence: "Impossible... spare me, spare me... Impossible..."
"Why don't you dare to do it here?" The King of Spades repeated very politely, even politely.
"Forgive me!" Wang Xingye screamed hoarsely: "I didn't want to kill that little girl! Really not! It's my fault that Jiangyang County hit a police car, but it's just for self-protection! Last year, the man named Li The girl has seen me! Please forgive me! Forgive me!"
Wang Xingye rolled and crawled, crawling on the ground, and wanted to hug the thigh of the king of spades, but Ajie kicked him heavily and turned him into the muddy water.
The king of spades slowly squatted down, looked at the fat man who was rolling and breathing in pain, and asked with a smile, "Did you see that policeman?"
Wang Xingye's face was ashen as if he was dead, and he nodded tremblingly for a while.
"What's your opinion?"
The fat man surnamed Wang didn't expect him to ask such a question. It took a few seconds for him to react, his mouth opened and closed comically, not knowing what to say: "I... view... police... I don't know who he is... "
"Look," said K of Spades regretfully, "you can't even say a word of flattery. What reason do you have for me to spare you."
The king of spades stood up amidst the terrified howl of the fat man, and walked forward. Several "zombies" immediately stepped forward to support Wang Xingye, who was rolling on the ground, and forcibly dragged him to the railing on the edge of the roof.
Ajie hurried to catch up with an umbrella, and asked in a low voice, "What should I do, big brother?"
"Fear of committing suicide."
Ajie immediately turned his head and winked, and his men left knowingly.
"Then eldest brother, what about the other finishing touches?"
The king of spades crossed the rooftop washed by the night rain and came to the entrance of the dark corridor, without caring about the rain on his shoulders: "The police will help us take care of it."
Ajay nodded.
"It's much more convenient and safe to let the right people do the right things than to do everything yourself." The K of Spades laughed and said, "Let's go."
A few minutes later, under the apartment building where you can't see five fingers, the two walked out of the corridor and walked towards a black sedan waiting quietly not far away. Applejack hurriedly opened the back door.
Spade K leaned over and got in, and at that moment, the wind whistled behind their ears, and a figure fell straight from the roof, instantly turning into a splash of flesh and blood—
boom!
The doors closed, blood splashed on the windows, and the heavy rain washed away into a reddish, twisted mist.
The car started to drive to the road in the distance, the red taillights disappeared in the night, and after a long time, the streetlights finally turned on one by one.