When the waiter left, Tang Long said eloquently: "My subordinates are soldiers with a very sense of time, and it is impossible to be late." Tang Long was afraid that the intelligence director would stick around 24 hours like the police, so he hurriedly opened his mouth to explain.
Mandela nodded: "You mean they might have had an accident?"
"Yes, I went to the police station, and they said it would take 24 hours to accept reports." Tang Long sighed.
Mandela said with contemptuous eyes: "Mr. Tang Long, outsiders may not know you, but we locals all know that the police cannot be trusted. Even if they accept your report, it will be impossible in the year of the monkey." The case was closed because they and the gangsters were wearing the same pair of pants!"
"Wearing the same pair of pants? How is that possible?" Tang Long said in surprise, but soon Tang Long was relieved, because the government army is so corrupt, and the police department cannot be spared. Thinking of this, Tang Long suddenly looked at Mandela suspiciously.
Mandela knew why Tang Long looked at him like this, because he wondered if he would be as corrupt as the police. Of course, Mandela would not tell the truth, he smiled and said: "Please rest assured, Mr. Tang Long, our intelligence department is responsible for collecting intelligence, and we have no access to any lucrative industries, so we will not be like the police department." Like that. Let me tell you the truth, Manlan Star, the capital of tourism, has hundreds of thousands of missing people from other places every year."
"What? No way? There are so many people missing, why haven't there been TV reports?" Tang Long asked suspiciously. Not only him, even Sally, who has never changed her expression, also showed a disbelieving expression, that's right, hundreds of thousands of people disappear a year, does anyone still come to this place
Mandela smiled wryly: "There are billions of migrants here every year, and the proportion of hundreds of thousands of missing people is too small. Moreover, these missing people are single or tourists who have not joined the tour group. Their families don't even know about them. disappeared in this place."
"Huh? How do you say it? If they disappeared here, it's impossible for their family members not to know?" Tang Long asked puzzled.
Mandela shook his head: "Oh, that's because someone gave these missing people certificates of departure. In this way, who doubts that they disappeared in Manlan?"
"What? Proof of departure? So..." Tang Long cried out.
"Yes, the planet's government is involved in this." Mandela nodded.
Tang Long said angrily: "In order to protect the reputation of this planet, they actually did such a thing?"
"Not only to protect the reputation of the planet, but also for their own private interests," Mandela replied.
"Private interests? Are government officials involved in running the commerce of this planet?"
"It's not this kind of interests, but the interests of human trafficking and sex industry." Mandela said sadly.
Tang Long was speechless, he was shocked by Mandela's words. "Human trafficking? Sex industry?" Tang Long had just repeated this unconsciously, before Mandela said: "According to secret investigations, among the hundreds of thousands of missing people, women accounted for 90% and the remaining 10% were not. The lovers of these women are their children. Except for those who died, all these women were trafficked to nightclubs for pornographic activities."
"You mean, my subordinates..." Tang Long said this in a trembling voice. He originally thought that his subordinates were captured by bandits who were greedy for their beauty, but he never thought that they would be captured People are sold to be prostitutes! Not only did Tang Long's tone tremble, but the cold-faced Sally also began to tremble when she heard this, and her fists were clenched even more tightly.
Mandela nodded solemnly and said, "If they were kidnapped by gangsters, they would be 100% sold to the Butterfly Ball."
"Butterfly Ball?" Tang Long's tone suddenly became cold.
"Yes, the Butterfly Dance Club is a gangster that controls most of the nightclubs in Manlanxing. They control more than a million girls. Almost all the missing people are transferred outside through their hands."
"Why do you allow such a gangster to exist?" Tang Long said coldly.
For some reason, although Mandela couldn't see Tang Long's eyes, he felt a pair of very cold eyes looking at him under the sunglasses. He shivered unconsciously, and said in a trembling voice: "No We don't want to do anything, because firstly, this is not under the jurisdiction of our intelligence department; secondly, they have good relations with government departments, police departments, and gendarmerie departments, and their influence covers the entire Manlan Star; thirdly, they have senior military officers as their backers, and there is no People dare to provoke him."
After Mandela said this, he couldn't help laughing in his heart. He knew that he had sold the Gendarmerie Department, and the trillions of annual income would be eaten by himself alone. Why should he give half of it to those who wear long tubes? What about the boot guy.
"Crack!" With a sound, the glass in front of Tang Long was crushed by his hand. Sally stepped forward to take Tang Long's hand in a panic, and took out a handkerchief to bandage the wound after tidying up the wound. Tang Long didn't care about these things, and suddenly said to Mandela in a very calm tone: "Please help me find out where my subordinates are now, sir. If you have any news, please inform me as soon as possible, please." Bow and bow to Mandela.
Mandela hurriedly stood up and supported Tang Long's shoulder and said: "You are too polite, as long as you drive the car to the sound, even if I risk my life, I will find the traces of your subordinates for you. Please rest assured, we The intelligence department is not only vegetarian, I believe they will get news soon, as soon as there is news, I will inform you as soon as possible."
"Thank you, please help me a lot." This time not only Tang Long, but even Sally also bowed to Mandela to thank him.
After breaking up with Tang Long, Mandela sat in the car and smoked tiredly. His adjutant asked anxiously, "Sir, how are you doing?"
Mandela exhaled smoke rings and smiled and said: "Actually, Calamity is a very good officer, but unfortunately because of those rumors, only the military prostitute company is willing to follow him. Well, those guys who are wearing boots are hiding. Girls, do you know where it is?"
The adjutant nodded: "I already know, it's the hands of a wolf gang controlled by Lieutenant Si Tan of the gendarmerie. They hid those beauties in their underground warehouse."
"Wolf gang? It's a wolf gang that relies on women's clothing stores and specializes in buying single women?" Mandela asked.
"Yes, it's the wolf gang. There are only a few dozen people in the whole gang, but all they get there are beautiful women, and the risk is small, so they are richer than other small gangs. If it weren't for the support of Adjutant Tan, they would have given it to others. Swallow it." The adjutant said in one breath.
"Does the wolf gang have any of us?" Mandela continued to ask.
"There is one. After the operation is over, he will prove to the women we rescued that the wolf gang belongs to the Gendarmerie Division."
"Wolf gang won't touch those beauties?"
"No, Adjutant Tan exposed Tang Long's identity, and they immediately made offerings to those women as their ancestors."
"Well, pay attention to silence these people when you act. After the wolf gang testified, let him fake his death, and then let him come back with a different identity." Mandela knew that if he wanted his subordinates to be determined, he couldn't Sacrifice your subordinates casually. After seeing the adjutant's expression after hearing what he said, Mandela knew that he was right to do so.
"Is our mobile unit ready?"
"Get ready. They are all armed forces secretly and meticulously trained by our Intelligence Division. The first batch of 50 people is more than enough to eliminate the Little Wolf Gang. The second batch of 10,000 people has been lurking near the strongholds of the Gendarmerie Division. The third batch is 200 special-level snipers, who are responsible for the senior officers of the Gendarmerie Division. However, due to time constraints, 50 of them are killers transferred from our related accounts."
Mandela nodded and said: "Well, afterward, I gave a generous bonus to those 50 people to organize with them, and let those 50 people go outside to play for a few years before returning. What about the military strength of the Gendarmerie Division?"
"Yes, the Gendarmerie Division is divided into two groups. The first group consists of 20,000 people. At that time, they will dress up as gangsters. After Tang Long takes action, they will annihilate the forces of the Butterfly Dance Club. The group has 40,000 people and will guard the police department."
"Let us lurking in the Gendarmerie Division and the Police Division take action when the two sides confront each other, and try our best to weaken the power of both sides."
"Yes. But sir, will the police department move? Even if the police department wants to move, the ball leader will not let them move." The adjutant said a little worried.
Mandela smiled coldly: "Hmph, those pigs from the police department and the government know that their coffers have been stolen, and they will definitely abandon the guests and go to help the butterfly dance party. Just remember to let us know when the time comes. As for those gangsters that are not under our control or are vacillating, we can either use the hands of Tang Long or the Gendarmerie Division to eliminate them, and we don’t want to do it directly.”
"Yes. Sir, do you think it's time to start?"
"Well, let the sixth child of the Butterfly Ball Party be able to report. Hehe, let's find a place to rest for a while, and I'll meet our lovely catastrophe in 5 hours." Mande smiled and lit the second cigarette Lah, the smile on his mouth is so ferocious.