Recently, the wind has been very tight. Although the kidnapped and abducted girls and slave laborers were successfully transferred in time, Guan Nuoqin did not know how much the Thai and Chinese police cooperated. It happened that Kang Tai asked him for an interview, and the two decided to stay at Guan Nuoqin. A mansion of Nuo Qin talked about this in detail.
It is said that there are three caves for cunning rabbits, and Guan Nuoqin's hiding place is naturally more than this. His subordinates were all over the house, all of them with hog beaks, tiger eyes, and ferocious spirits. There were even snipers in ambush above the tree house. They stood like swords and halberds, closely surrounding this luxurious mansion.
Kang Tai also brought people along. Outside followed some policemen in civilian clothes, all armed with guns. Kang Tai's people are usually more attentive than ordinary people. When dealing with a vicious drug dealer like Guan Nuoqin, it is not safe to have people around him. So before leaving the police station, he specifically explained to his cronies, asking him to bring some reliable plain clothes and go out with him on errands at night.
As the biggest drug lord currently ruling the Golden Triangle, Guan Nuoqin is far less than Mu Kun, who was young and strong. He looked just an ordinary old man with gray hair and cracked skin like pine bark. He was fishing and planting flowers in his spare time.
It is also a pair of eagle-like sharp eyes, with a high nose bridge with a slight eagle hook, revealing a sense of authority that is a mixture of rage and evil. At first glance, you can find it, and at a second glance, it seems to disappear into the invisible.
Guan Nuoqin is planting flowers at the moment, wearing a cheap floral shirt, busy with mud in his garden, enjoying himself. Hearing that someone entered the door, he raised his head, greeted Kang Taike politely, and asked him, "Come and see the flowers I planted?"
Kang Tai was well-dressed. He wore a police uniform in the police station, and a suit outside the police station. He seemed to think that the garden was too muddy and dirty, so he waved his hand in disgust and waited patiently in the hall.
Guan Nuoqin also knew that Kang Tai also had a younger brother named Kang Xin, who helped him to do some things because of his daughter, but he never missed the two brothers. Kang Xin could not hide his rough temperament, while Kang Tai Cut thin, pale, oily and powdery, his eyes are unpredictable, and there is an air of scanning thousands of troops in his eyes, and he is as cunning and insidious as a fox.
The old man finally finished fiddling with his flowers and plants, left his flowerbed, wiped his hands and said, "It's not a big deal, why do you have to make a trip?"
"No big deal? The blue fox is about to overthrow your nest, do you still think it's no big deal?" Kang Tai said rudely, blaming the other party, "The news about the Pulitzer Prize winning two years ago was about Southeast Asia. Illegal labor and "sweaty seafood", the problem of fishermen and slaves has long been exposed to the world, and you still go to the China-Myanmar border with a big fanfare. If you kill this human trafficker group, you won't leave."
He was really pissed off, and he said, thanks to you, you are still a big drug lord, doing all these insane activities of kidnapping and trafficking.
Guan Nuoqin was not angry, and followed with a sigh: "The nearly 600,000 acres of poppy orchards in the Golden Triangle area have now been replaced by tea, corn and other crops, and the traditional drug heroin is also on the decline, but I also thought about going to new drugs. Transformation, but it's not easy…”
Kang Tai was puzzled: "Isn't it just methamphetamine, why is it difficult to transform?"
Guan Nuoqin shook his head: "Of course it is not difficult to make small troubles, but the new drug market in Southeast Asia is quite mature now. I want to enter and control this market, how to develop new drug production technology, and how to streamline and cycle the drug production process. How to shorten is the key, and the most important point is the purity of the meth."
Kangtai naturally understands this. The higher the purity of the same consumables, the higher the profit. Guan Nuoqin wants to stabilize his position as a drug lord who dominates the Golden Triangle. He cannot easily transform. market.
It was a very dry day. Guan Nuoqin was not fat, but he was not heat-resistant, his joints were uncomfortable, and he couldn't blow the air conditioner, so he ordered the servant to fan him with a fan, and continued: "Anucher is not ordinary. chemistry teacher, I originally intended to promote him to lead the research and development of 'Red Ice', but I would have thought..."
A very new term, Kang Tai couldn't help but glanced at him and blurted out: "Hongbing?"
"It's the purified form of crystal meth, the purity can be as high as 99.9%. There are already some on the market, but it's not overwhelming." Guan Nuoqin was quite regretful when he thought of the huge profits to come, and shook his head again and again, "I would have thought that he would be caught A fat Chinese man was killed."
After the regret, the old drug lord suddenly realized that he had mentioned "Red Ice" to Kang Tai, and Kang Tai also expressed a strong interest in this.
Guan Nuoqin has been in the Golden Triangle for so many years, and he has already cultivated to perfection. After a little thought, he will understand that the man in front of him dressed in Qiaochu is not Kang Tai, but Kang Xin. Ten kilograms, imitating his domineering eldest brother is also vivid.
In the conversation between the bosses, there is no one else in the house except the fan-fan servant. Guan Nuoqin didn't want to startle, he continued to talk about his business with "Kang Tai" without a trace, while slowly pacing in his big house - this house was very complicated, he knew which vases or antiques had guns hidden behind them .
Not knowing what medicine the other party was selling in the gourd, Guan Nuoqin intended to capture the person alive. After all, people are fake, but the police officers who came with him are real. These policemen must also be blinded to their bones, and they cannot just shoot their bosses on the spot at will.
"Kangtai, we have been working together for so many years, I really want to know, you wear a formal suit wherever you go, are you really not afraid of the heat?" At this moment, Guan Nuoqin turned his back to Kangtai, already holding a gun in his hand, full of confidence. The two were alone in the house. As usual, the other party had to be detected and searched before entering the door. It was impossible for Kang Xin to bring a gun.
"I still feel hot," before waiting for the other party's answer, the old drug lord turned around leisurely and smiled, "Why don't you take off your jacket, lift up your sleeves, and let's talk in a cool place?"
He had already pointed the gun at him. He knew that his brother had scalded scars on his arms, but his younger brother did not. Everyone in the police station knew it.
"What do you mean? Doubt me?" Kang Xin calmly spread his arms and allowed Guan Nuoqin's servant to take off his suit. Immediately, he lifted his sleeves again, revealing a hideous burn scar on his head.
"This... I didn't doubt what you meant..." Unexpectedly, he was suspicious. Guan Nuo smiled bitterly, and after accepting two points of suspicion, he logically put away the gun.
Who knew that the man in front of him reacted extremely quickly, and he rushed up the moment he closed the gun, and the gunshot rang after the two fought.
The people outside heard the sound and drew their guns and rushed into the house, but the black muzzle did not know who to point at.
Kang Shin has been shot and is shaky. Bleeding from the wound on his chest, he shook and showed the scald on his arm, pointed at Guan Nuoqin, who was still holding the gun, with the other hand, shouting to his subordinates: "He betrayed me! He will kill you too! —”
For a moment, there was no time to distinguish, explain, or even think. Guan Nuoqin couldn't let the man talk nonsense like this. He could only shoot him several times, killing him on the ground.
Seeing that the director was shot and killed under his own nose, the plainclothes police present did not hesitate to return fire with their guns, and a large-scale chaos broke out.