The smell of alcohol and cigarettes is the main theme here.
Just the smell of it is already vaguely intoxicating.
The colorful neon balls on the ceiling are still spinning on their own, constantly scattering exciting light.
Here is the largest nightclub in the four cities─King.
The entertainment industry will never lag behind in any era, even in this era of dire straits. King is famous for many reasons.
First of all, it is naturally because King's boss is the largest investor in the four cities. The four cities are famous for their military. Even in the peaceful era a few years ago, the army was just a decoration, but this boss is recognized as the largest arms dealer in the shadows of the ten eastern cities.
Because of this, as long as King does not sell some shady drugs and the like, no matter how large-scale it is, the government and the four municipal bureaus can turn a blind eye.
King's boss is not exactly the Emperor in Arms. To be precise, he is the only son of that Emperor, who is privately called the Prince.
The nightclub opened by the prince has "that" as the backstage, and both black and white have to give face, so no one dares to cause trouble here. In fact, King has been operating for nearly five years, and its income has always been that of the entire four cities. The top of China’s entertainment industry.
Until today.
Bang!
A half-broken synthetic glass on the ground was pitifully trampled by a thick-soled leather boot, and the crack seemed to be its last cry. At this moment, if you take a closer look, the entire King's dance floor, bar, and private rooms are filled with wine spilled all over the floor, cigarettes that were lit but hastily thrown to the ground before you could smoke them, and various broken wine glasses and bottles.
The owner of the thick-soled leather boots frowned, chewed the cigarette in the corner of his mouth and ordered back: "Turn on all the lights, it's so dark that I hate it."
"Yes, yes, yes." A person behind him responded nonchalantly, and then began to give instructions. After a while, there were several pops of pops, and the headlights in the entire nightclub were turned on. The originally mysterious and psychedelic King was like a woman who had been stripped naked, without any trace of mystery anymore. But when the light was turned on, King's chaos was like stripping a young girl naked, only to find an old woman inside.
The man behind him took a deep breath. Alcohol, nicotine from cigarettes, and the hormones that boys and girls once squandered on the dance floor can indeed make young teenagers feel excited. It was just the unconcealable smell of blood mixed in that made the man frown slightly.
And the middle-aged man in thick-soled leather boots who was steady in front of him had stepped on the broken glass and strode forward.
The young man behind him said with a bitter smile: "Brother Qing, don't destroy the scene!"
The owner of the leather boots, known as Brother Qing, picked at the cigarette he was smoking: "You and I both know what kind of ghost scene is going on."
The young man smiled bitterly and followed Brother Qing step by step to the front of the man.
There is no one left in the entire King, except for these two people and one corpse.
In the center of King, there is a huge box. This is the most important place for the King, because every day, the prince inspects business here. Of course, he said it was on patrol business, and the handsome and wealthy prince, in his own territory, the King, would naturally have no shortage of ignorant girls coming to his door. It can be said that this is the prince's palace, and different girls throw themselves into his arms every day.
But at this moment, the private room no longer feels luxurious or shabby at all. Just like the outside, the floor is full of rags. But the difference is that in addition to alcohol and broken glass, there is blood on the ground like heavy strokes of cinnabar on drawing paper.
The mixed smell was extremely stinky. Even the well-informed Brother Qing frowned and subconsciously smoked the cigarette in his mouth harder, trying to replace this stinking smell.
… …
The box was in the shape of a circle, and the huge circular glass table in the center had fallen over and was half broken.
A circle of spacious and soft sofas and chairs surrounds the box. Just sitting here is enough to accommodate dozens of people to fill the circle of sofas.
And facing the main entrance, the usual prince sat.
It is also where the prince sits now.
A corpse was lying in a large shape in the center. Brother Qing and the young man were clearly visible just after entering the box. The corpse was facing the ceiling, with its mouth open, as if it had seen something incredible. From his chest, there was a fist-sized gap like a black hole, and countless scorch marks spread from the gap, looking like a bomb exploding in his chest.
Brother Qing and the young man walked over without fear. The young man shook his head and said, "It's really pitiful. Even the hair and mouth are emitting light smoke, which shows that the burn is quite severe." Brother Qing did not express emotion at the young man's fear of fun. If there was any response, he just looked at the body calmly: "Has the forensic doctor informed you?"
"I already informed you when we set off. It's still Xiao Pu who comes."
"Oh, it's that guy again."
The two men, one large and one small, sighed with emotion, and then moved their gaze upwards.
The prince's body was pressed against the back of the sofa, and on his back was an ancient oriental dragon with teeth and claws. It is said that in ancient times, this kind of dragon was a symbol of the emperor. The prince liked this statement very much, so the entire wall of the box was covered with ancient oriental dragon tattoos.
At this moment, the wall above the prince's head was originally where the dragon's head was, but the entire dragon's head was flattened, and the delicate lines were ridiculously erased like chalk on a blackboard. It was replaced by that familiar totem.
One is black and the other is white. The black one looks like scorch marks after being burned, and the white one is just the original gray background of the wall.
This is one, Tai Chi.
… …
"Who are you! Who let you in!"
A shouting sound sounded, accompanied by sporadic footsteps.
More than ten people walked in, each with their guns loaded and pointed at Brother Qing and the young man. The young man raised his hands helplessly, and at the same time there was a certificate in one of his hands: "Don't shoot, we are one of our own."
The leader of the dozen or so people frowned. From the corner of his eye, he saw that the document in the other person’s hand was indeed a military ID. However, with the advanced technology, this kind of ID is easier to counterfeit: “I want to see your police code.”
"Look at me." Brother Qing put his right hand in his pocket. This action made the police officers holding pistols nervous: "Don't be nervous, I'm just holding the phone. Otherwise, how can I show it to you?" Brother Qing's hand slowly Taking it out of the pocket, it turned out to be just a mobile phone.
The leader with the gun looked at the smooth back of Brother Qing's cell phone, and his eyes couldn't help but become gentle.
I saw Brother Qing press a few times on his phone, and a three-dimensional image was projected.
The leader also took out his mobile phone, shot a light and scanned the three-dimensional image for a moment, then frowned: "Special processing team? What is it."
"The Joint Special Task Force of the Ten Eastern Cities, to put it simply, serves as the underlings for G's people." Brother Qing laughed at himself.
In fact, although this name is a small group, it is actually very powerful.
Because it is a joint power granted by the ten eastern cities, it is basically free from interference from the Municipal Council and is directly authorized by the joint council of the ten cities. The creation of this group is the first to have a law enforcement division directly affiliated with the Ten-City Joint Council. But starting three years ago, these previously unthinkable things began to make sense.
The young man behind him heard Brother Qing's slightly sarcastic words and said a little unfairly: "G is the mainstream in today's world." Brother Qing shrugged indifferently. Although he didn't want to admit it, he knew that this young man Yes.
After checking the identity of Brother Qing──Luo Qing, the leader also waved. The Public Security Bureau soldiers behind him also put away their pistols one by one and left, leaving only the leader. He stepped forward and shook hands with Luo Qing: "Nan Weixiong, leader of the first team of the Four Cities Public Security Bureau. Nice to meet you." The two shook hands, and then Nan Weixiong turned his hand to the young man behind Luo Qing .
"Ye Tian, Brother Qing's assistant and handyman." The young man said with a smile.
Nan Weixiong is not as cheerful as Ye Tian, who can still smile playfully on such occasions. He knew that something big was going on this time. Among the four cities, to put it bluntly, the prince's father could be said to cover the sky with one hand, mixing both black and white. But at this moment, they were killed in their territory. This incident was enough to cause a major earthquake in the four cities.
"What's going on?" Nan Weixiong asked, suppressing his inner uneasiness.
Luo Qing and Ye Tian looked at each other and said nothing. They just looked at the Tai Chi totem above the prince's head, as if that totem meant all the explanations and answers.
Nan Weixiong followed his gaze away from the Tai Chi, and his face suddenly turned pale, as white as a piece of paper!
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Update early!
The second half officially sets sail!