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Chapter 119 How dare you (please subscribe!)

"Andy Lau!"

Ji Bu yelled angrily, calling Hua Zai, who was cleaning up the scene over there, to come over: "Take Wu Fei to the hospital to treat the wound properly."

"I'm alright."

Wu Fei pressed his palms on the hood of the car, supported his body and said stiffly: "If there is anything I need to do, the boss can just tell you."

"Let's rest."

Ji Bu waved his hand and praised again: "Your boy has made great achievements."

After quickly cleaning up the scene at Baishawan Wharf, Ji Bu led a large force to evacuate before the police arrived at the scene.

The important information brought by Wu Fei immediately solved all his doubts.

Ji Bu still didn't understand why Tan Cheng suddenly attacked him. It turned out that the Eight-faced Buddha had already entered Hong Kong Island.

Then.

Tan Cheng's explanation made sense.

interest trends.

Tan Cheng has done a good job in the field of counterfeit banknotes, but when it comes to the white powder market, he still lacks the right to speak in the market and the market.

The eight-faced Buddha's promise to send him a batch of goods is only second, and the most important thing is that Tan Cheng himself does not have a big white powder market.

If Lin Kun can be eaten, the sites in his hands will naturally become his own, and he can also benefit from the Eight-faced Buddha, eating at both ends.

This should be the root cause of their cooperation.

same.

This kind of cooperative relationship is also very fragile. Once the balance of interests is broken, the situation will be beneficial to Ji Bu.

at the moment.

I made a mistake, originally I just wanted to play a quick game, and copied Tan Cheng's old background in the counterfeit banknote base.

But now, according to the information brought back by Wu Fei, this gave Ji Bu a new idea after he got the counterfeit banknote tape.

Ocean Accounting Company.

Ji Bu came back from the outside in a hurry, came to the edge of the sofa and sat down with his legs crossed, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and then picked up the phone beside him.

The call was to Tan Cheng.

Henglian Finance Company.

Tan Cheng stared at the night scene outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, his expression fluctuating.

Ji Bu and Ma Keli snatched the counterfeit banknote tapes. The two parties must have reached an agreement. Now, they want to get back the counterfeit banknote tapes.

The only way is to exchange the Eight-faced Buddha, which is beyond doubt, and only the Eight-faced Buddha can have the same benefits as the counterfeit banknote tape.

What Tan Cheng is worried about now is not whether to hand over the Eight-faced Buddha, but how to negotiate with Ji Bu, and how to negotiate to ensure that the counterfeit banknote tape is safe.

The counterfeit banknote base is his lifeblood, and there must be no mistakes.

"Oh shit!"

Tan Cheng gritted his teeth, and muttered distractedly: "I'm also a fucking idiot, so I just ask Lin Kun to cooperate."

"Eight-faced Buddha, an outsider from northern Myanmar, is definitely easier to deal with than Lin Kun, who has already established a foothold in the local area."

He moved his neck impatiently. It is useless to think so much now. The most urgent task right now is to get back the counterfeit banknote tape:

"What a fool."

Tan Cheng yelled at the door of the office angrily: "Why hasn't Dasha come back yet, he bought a cigarette and went to Kowloon to buy it!"

At this moment.

Ma Zai ran in from the door in a panic: "It's not good, it's not good, big brother!"

"What's up!"

Tan Cheng glanced gloomyly at the running out of breath Ma Zai, and scolded: "If you have anything to say, just say it, how do Dasha usually manage you!"

"Boss."

Ma Zai swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said tremblingly: "Dasha. Dasha is dead. By the time we found out, he had already been shot to death on the street."

"what?!"

Tan Cheng suddenly jumped up from his seat, and rushed to Ma Zai in two or three steps, grabbing Ma Zai's collar: "What the hell are you talking about?!"

"I'm so stupid."

"Grass!"

Tan Cheng kicked Ma Zai out with his foot, and swept across the table with his hand, and the things on the table were instantly scattered:
"Who did it, who did it, who the hell did it!"

The growling sound echoed in the office, but no one could give him a reasonable answer.

Dasha is Tan Cheng's capable confidant, and Dasha is helping him to deal with many things. Dasha is now on the street, which makes Tan Cheng's mentality explode instantly.

Followed by.

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded outside again.

A boy rushed in quickly, out of breath: "Boss, it's not good, something happened at Baishawan Wharf!"

Ma Zi's voice was sharp and his speech was extremely fast: "The Baishawan Wharf was eaten by people led by Ji Bu, and the Ma Zai stationed there ran like hell, it's completely finished!"

"what?!"

Tan Cheng's eyelids twitched, and he felt his heart stop suddenly.

Baishawan Pier.

The superior location is a very important project in his hands. With this pier in his hand, he doesn't know how much benefit it will bring him.

In the blink of an eye, he was eaten by Ji Bu?

What the hell is this Jibu?Why is his speed so fast?
"Trash! Trash!"

Tan Cheng lost control of his emotions, opened the drawer and took out the big black star inside, pulled the bolt and pointed it at the pony outside:

"A bunch of useless trash, all of them will die for me!"

"No!"

As soon as Ma Zai's knees softened, he fell to his knees and said, "Boss Cheng, please forgive me!"

"Oh shit!"

Tan Cheng gritted his teeth, but in the end he didn't shoot. He slapped the table with his hands, panting heavily while propping up the table with both hands.

Dasha rushed to the street, and he still had to rely on these horse boys to do things in the future, and it was better to be useless than nothing.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

Tan Cheng roared angrily, and sat down on the boss chair, lying limp on it, staring at the ceiling with dull eyes.

Needless to say.

Dasha was either killed by Ma Keli or Ji Bu.

For some reason, Tan Cheng felt powerless at this moment, and Ji Bu's reaction speed and means far exceeded his expectations.

original.

According to my plan, I will kill Ji Bu directly tonight, and within a week, I can almost eat Lin Kun.

who knows.

Instead of rushing to the street tonight, Ji Bu slapped himself to death at a very fast speed, and directly made a dead move of himself, putting himself in a dead end.

"Ding"

The phone on the desk rang.

"..."

Tan Cheng stared at the phone for a while with gloomy eyes, and finally picked it up. Neither party who picked up the phone spoke.

"Hey"

Finally, Tan Cheng couldn't hold his breath anymore, and he took the initiative to speak, and said in a gloomy tone: "Ji Bu, you still dare to call!"

"Why don't I dare?"

Ji Bu's voice rang on the other end of the phone: "The one who is panicking now is you, not me, isn't it?!"

"..."

Tan Cheng's lips squirmed, and he opened his mouth without speaking.

"Boss Cheng, it's already this time, why are you still hesitating?"

Seeing that he didn't speak, Ji Bu didn't bother to beat around the bush with him: "Boss Cheng is going to take action against me, Ji Bu, so it turns out that he is cooperating with the Eight-faced Buddha."

He didn't say how he knew it, but it was self-evident.

"Go ahead."

Tan Cheng gritted his teeth and said in a cold voice, "What on earth do you want to do!"

"What exactly do I want to do and to what extent do I still regard it as the sincerity of the boss?"

Ji Bu got straight to the point, and said leisurely: "Now, I have the electric version and tape for making counterfeit banknotes. If I hand it over to the police, what will the police do?!"

"An international counterfeit banknote group stationed in Hong Kong Island, I think the police should be very interested, what do you think?"

"Jibu!"

Tan Cheng breathed heavily, and warned: "I advise you not to mess around."

"so what?"

Tan Cheng on the other end of the phone fell silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know where they are now, we only met once."

"And, I'm with him"

"okay."

Ji Bu directly interrupted Tan Cheng, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you think this has something to do with me?" He raised his hand and looked at his watch: "I'll give you an hour."

"At three o'clock in the morning, I'll call you again. If you don't get the results I want, the electronic version and tape will enter the hands of the police."

"I"

Just as Tan Cheng wanted to talk, the other end of the phone had already hung up, leaving only a series of busy tones.

"Grass!"

Tan Cheng originally wanted to give himself some time to maneuver, but who knew that Ji Bu would not give him a chance if he pressed on every step of the way.

He had to make sure he caught the Eight-faced Buddha first, and then figured out a way to get the tape back and pick himself out perfectly.

"Hem home shovel!"

Tan Cheng sat in his seat and thought for a while, gritted his teeth and could only pick up the phone again, organized his words and called the Eight-faced Buddha.

"Be the boss."

The other side of the Eight-faced Buddha was very quiet, and his hoarse laughter came: "Call me at this time, do you have any good news to tell me?"

"I caught Ji Bu."

Tan Cheng said without hesitation: "Ji Bu is Lin Kun's disciple, and you must know his status. I will give you the people, and you will give me the goods."

"As for the rest, you can discuss it yourself."

Paused.

He added: "Let's say it first, I will definitely occupy their territory, otherwise I won't hand it over to you, Ji Bu."

The reason why Tan Cheng said this was to deepen the credibility of his words. As for why he was so confident.

Because he knew that the Eight-faced Buddha had just arrived in Hong Kong Island, and his news could not be so well-informed. Even if he heard about what happened tonight, the Eight-faced Buddha must not know what happened.

"Okay, Boss Cheng's work efficiency is very fast."

The Eight-faced Buddha thought for a while after hearing the words, and nodded in response: "I said, I only want the market on Hong Kong Island, and the site has nothing to do with me."

"I'm in the Yuandu Hotel now. I tell you the room number is 1808. I'll greet the front desk. When the time comes, just bring someone up and knock on the door."

"Row."

Tan Cheng looked up and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall: "It will take about half an hour to get to your side."

"no problem."

The two sides hung up the phone.

"go!"

Tan Cheng put on his coat, picked up the big black star in the drawer and walked out: "Arrange some eye-catching pretty boys to follow me."

The personnel were arranged into two vehicles, one car and one van, and they were fully loaded towards the destination.

Yuandu Hotel.

Eighteenth floor.

"tsk"

Eight-faced Buddha hung up the phone, took a cigar and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the traffic passing by from time to time under his feet:
"Mianna, how do you think they handled this matter?"

"me?"

Minna was sitting on the sofa smoking a thin cigarette for women. Hearing this, she stood up from her seat and came to the Eight-faced Buddha. She shook her hair on both sides and thought for a while:

"Tan Cheng is a big boss at any rate. With so many young men under his command, I don't think it's impossible to win the battle quickly."

"Ha ha."

Eight-faced Buddha smiled hoarsely, and stretched out his hand to caress Mienna's head: "Nana, you still think things too simply."

"Think about it, Lin Kun used to have so many talkers, such as Liangkun, Duan Kun, and Brother Shan. The three of them have been with Lin Kun for so long, but there is not much movement."

He took a deep puff on the cigar, and played with the thick cigar in his hand: "But this Ji Bu has grown up very quickly."

"Not only did he manage the business in Lin Kun's hands beautifully, but also, those brothers Shan, Liangkun, and Duan Kun all disappeared."

"Don't you think Ji Bu is very capable?"

Eight-faced Buddha turned to look at Mienna: "If Ji Bu is really so easy to solve, then Lin Kun's cards are too bad!"

"Um"

Mianna pondered for a while, with her palms on her chin, showing a thoughtful expression, and did not express her opinion again.

"Look at Tan Cheng again, although now he has an absolute position in the counterfeit banknote market, monopolizing a large market at home and abroad."

Eight-faced Buddha's eyes were sharp, and he analyzed insightfully: "But Tan Cheng didn't do it by himself. He relied on the skills of Song Zihao and Mark Li, and took their achievements and sat in their position."

"If nothing happens to Song Zihao, Song Zihao and Ma Keli will never have the possibility of Tan Cheng taking the position."

"Although Tan Cheng's current counterfeit banknote business is still doing well, the market is no longer as good as Song Zihao's was at that time, so Tan Chengcai has to find another way and set his sights on the white powder market to make money."

"Oh?"

Mianna nodded again as if she didn't understand, and blinked her big eyes: "Then dad means Tan Cheng"

"It's not that he can't do it, but I always feel that compared with this Ji Bu, Tan Cheng should be a little bit less interesting."

Eight-faced Buddha's eyes fell on the cigar he was holding in his hand: "It doesn't make sense that he can catch Ji Bu so quickly, right?!"

"Ji Bu is able to sweep away his opponent and sit in this position. He is definitely not a person without brains. He can't be caught by Tan Cheng so quickly."

"Anyway, it's always right to be careful."

while they were talking.

downstairs.

Two cars drove into the hotel parking lot one after the other.

"coming."

The Eight-faced Buddha glanced at the group of people in the parking lot at his feet, and then turned to look at the six bodyguards standing behind him:
"Pay attention to me, and be on guard against Tan Cheng at any time."

"Ok."

All the bodyguards responded in unison, and each stood in the suite with clear actions and locked their angles. As long as there is any abnormality, they can counterattack immediately at any time.

Just now.

"Ding Ding."

The phone beside him suddenly rang.

"Ok?"

Eight-faced Buddha frowned, stepped forward and picked up the phone: "Hello"

Hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, he couldn't help taking a breath, and after the other side finished speaking, he hung up the phone expressionlessly.

···
After a few minutes.

Tan Cheng walked out of the elevator with eight horse boys, first looked up at the guidance of the house number on the wall, and then walked to the right.

in the hallway.

The soft carpet covered the aisle, and there was not much noise when the feet stepped on it. Several people arrived at the same pace, neither fast nor slow.

If you pay attention to their open coats, you can vaguely observe them.

As their steps moved, the hem of their clothes fell up and down, and the long and narrow pistol stuck underneath could be vaguely seen.

Follow Tan Cheng's instructions.

Later.

As soon as the door is opened, Ma Zai will be shot and killed immediately, and the father and daughter of the Eight-faced Buddha and Mienna will be held hostage, and they will leave here quickly.

soon.

1808.

Several people stopped at the door of Room 1808.

Tan Cheng took a deep breath, first glanced at the crack of the door under his feet, and could vaguely see the warm lights inside.

"you you."

Tan Cheng beckoned to the left and right, indicating that Ma Zai was stuck at the door, raised his hand and knocked on them twice, then took two steps back and hid behind them:
"Eight-faced Buddha, I'm here, open the door!"

in front of you.

Ma Zai had already pulled out the pistol from behind his waist, and the added silencer made the shadow of the pistol cast on the ground by the light a lot longer.

After a short pause.

"coming."

in the room.

Someone responded first, and then footsteps sounded.

Outside.

Tan Cheng and the others left only one person standing in the cat's eye position at the door.

The equestrians standing on the side hid on both sides of the threshold and stood against the walls, their fingers already on the trigger, and their guns aimed at the hotel entrance.

As soon as the people inside open the door, they can shoot in an instant, shoot them to death with a headshot, and then rush into the room to kill other people and hold down the eight-faced Buddha.

this is.

The door is not open yet.

"biu"

"biu"

The pistol with the silencer installed made a dull sound.

The sound of the gun was very abrupt.

"Fuck!"

Tan Cheng's eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously wanted to curse: "Who the hell told you to shoot now!"

door panel.

The blood spattered from his horse's body sprayed on the door panel, making Tan Cheng stunned.

The bullets were fired from the room.

The jet shot through the door of the hotel's wood composite board easily, leaving holes in the sputtered sawdust, and easily shot into the chest of the horse boy standing at the door.

Ma Zai let out a muffled grunt, and fell backwards straight.

Everyone reacted.

I got caught!
"shot!"

In fact, without waiting for Tan Cheng to issue orders, just at the moment of the gunshot, the horsemen almost reflexively shot at the door.

"Biubiu"

The suppressed pistol fired wildly.

Two gangs.

Shooting wildly across the door.

Bullet holes followed one after another on the door, and sawdust flew around.

only.

Just when everyone's attention was on 1808.

Suddenly the door of the next room opened.

Suddenly the door of the room behind him opened.

"biu"

"Biubiu"

Two pistols with silencers protruded from each door, and the triggers were pulled frantically.

Flames were spraying from the black muzzle of the gun, and the bullets from the muzzle were easily harvesting everyone in the aisle.

The few people in the corridor had no cover at all.

After being attacked in the room, they shot back one after another. They didn't notice the movement in the room next to them, so the gunmen who emerged from the room next to them basically took one down with one shot.

Shot after shot, they hit.

In the dull gunfire.

Ma Zai, who was shot, twitched, and blood holes burst out in his body, and the blood spattered on the walls and carpets in the corridor.

Under the light of the lamp post on the ceiling of the corridor, a little smoke can be seen faintly, and the warm light is extraordinarily cold at the moment, which makes the blood splashed in the air more colorful.

on the wall.

The bullets that penetrated the wall from time to time left deeply embedded bullet holes in it.

It's just a few seconds.

The dust settles!

A group of seven people fell on the carpet in disarray, and the oozing blood with a little scorching breath soaked the carpet dark red.

in the air.

There was a faint smell of blood.

on the ground.

Tan Cheng fell on the pile of corpses with his eyes wide open, the blood splattered on his face made his expression look a little more ferocious.

He covered his neck that was bleeding out from the bullet with his palm, his Adam's apple twitched and made a sound of "ho ho," and blood foam came out of his mouth.

"Ha ha."

The Eight-faced Buddha came out of the room in 1808, stepped in front of Tan Cheng, and looked down at Tan Cheng:

"Boss Cheng, you are quite thoughtful, and you know how to come and arrest me to make a deal with Ji Bu."

Tan Cheng tightly clutched the bloody neck from the gunshot wound, and looked at him convulsively.

"It's just a pity, you met my eight-faced Buddha."

Eight-faced Buddha raised his foot and kicked Tan Cheng's body: "You don't know me at all, Eight-faced Buddha. Who am I? Since I dare to stay in a hotel, why do I only have one room?"

"Besides, you can't even play with a little Ji Bu, why would you want to come to me and find me Eight-faced Buddha, how do you have the confidence to catch me?!"

"Ha ha."

He laughed hoarsely, looked at Tan Cheng who was only exhaled but not inhaled, shook his head and said, "How dare you!!"

Done.

The Eight-faced Buddha took his daughter Mienna and walked towards the elevator with her head held high.

Behind.

The six bodyguards who were intact followed up one by one, and the last one raised the pistol with the silencer in his hand and pointed it at the head of Tan Cheng who was still alive.

Tan Cheng subconsciously struggled to move backwards.

"biu"

The bullet pierced through the eyebrow.

Tan Cheng twitched his body, but there was no movement.

in the elevator.

Eight-faced Buddha took his daughter, plus six bodyguards, and a group of people took the elevator downstairs, walked through to the lobby, and the pistols in their hands were eye-catching.

The bodyguard walked in front and was responsible for clearing the way, and the Eight-faced Buddha walked behind with his daughter.

Seeing their ferocious appearance, the waiter at the front desk didn't dare to stop them, and hid behind the counter trembling and dared not show their faces.

A group of people walked quickly through the hall towards the outside, and one of them came to the front desk.

The bodyguard didn't talk nonsense, raised the pistol in his hand and fired a shot at the wall of the front desk, and then said in a not-so-fluent Mandarin: .

"Take me to the CCTV control room, now!"

The waiter had been stunned by this shot for a long time, how could he dare to refuse, and while begging for mercy, he led the bodyguards to the control room over there.

On the parking lot outside.

The boys who were originally arranged by Tan Cheng to wait downstairs were squatting on the ground, smoking cigarettes, chatting with each other from time to time, waiting for Tan Cheng and the others to come down from upstairs.

Hall entrance.

The five-member bodyguard team surrounded the eight-faced Buddha and Mienna, father and daughter, and they saw this group of people when they went out of the glass door of the hall.

They raised the pistols in their hands one after another, kept walking, and the guns had already been aimed at several people.

Ma Zai also spotted a few people at the door and pointed at them: "Come down!"

"Biubiu"

The bodyguards directly pulled the trigger with no expression on their faces, and shot as they walked, spreading out in a battle formation with a clear division of labor.

The bloody mist erupted from the chest of Ma Zai who was shot, and he fell down on the car. The bright red blood stained the entire front windshield.

Gunshots rang out.

It was only then that the smoking ponies outside came to their senses and ran for their lives in a hurry.

The five bodyguards shot down several of them in one round, and also dispersed their team, suppressing them to hide behind the car and dare not show their heads.

Intense confrontation.

There were shattered and splashed glass, and the sirens of cars buzzing one after another.

The fireworks sprayed from the muzzle are particularly conspicuous.

moment.

The six boys who stayed downstairs waiting for Tan Cheng were also dealt with.

Eight-faced Buddha took his daughter and got into the car that was driving unhurriedly, and the bodyguard in charge of handling the CCTV in the hotel also came out.

A group of two cars kicked the accelerator and then drove away.

During the whole process, they were unhurried and orderly. It only took more than two minutes from going downstairs to getting on the car, and their combat quality was not comparable to that of Tan Cheng.

Room on the eighteenth floor.

Shortly after the eight-faced Buddha and the others left.

The residents in the next room heard that there was no movement outside, so they opened the door cautiously, wanting to see what happened.

When he saw the corpses piled up in the corridor and the blood all over the floor, he was so frightened that he screamed and rushed back to the room.

Immediately.

There were constant calls to the police through the hotel's telephone.

A few more minutes passed.

Two men wearing masks and peaked caps and carrying large backpacks rushed out of the fire escape of the hotel.

The two quickly walked through the corridor, directly ignoring the corpses of Tan Cheng and his party, and entered the room where the eight-faced Buddha and the others stayed just now.

The two put on the rubber gloves prepared in their pockets while walking, and quickly checked the room, with a clear goal.

They observed the details of the room, started finishing work, and wiped out the traces of the Eight-faced Buddha and the others.

Even the cigarette butts in the ashtrays were all poured into the prepared bags, and then all were taken away.

The two quickly checked these rooms carefully, and after confirming that no clues or abnormalities would be left behind.

The two put their packed things into their backpacks, picked up their backpacks, left the scene very quickly, and disappeared into the fire escape.

5 minute later.

The police who received the alarm rushed to the scene, looked at the corridor where the corpses were piled up, called for backup immediately, and blocked the scene at the same time.

Soon.

A large force from the Saigon Police Station arrived, searched and inspected both inside and outside, and notified the traffic police to set up checkpoints.

Starting from the eighteenth floor, every room on every floor was searched to find traces of the possible murderer.

soon.

After Song Zijie received the letter, he brought people here, and it was Song Zijie's immediate boss, Mo Sir, who was in charge of the on-site command.

"Mo Sir."

Song Zijie hung his ID on his chest, passed the inspection of the police, and then raised the cordon and got in.

He first looked at the bullet holes and blood splatters left on the wall, and then looked at the corpse that was being photographed for evidence.

"Tan Cheng?!"

After seeing Tan Cheng, Song Zijie's expression was obviously stagnant, and then he quickly walked in front of Tan Cheng, and confirmed his identity again:
"Mo Sir, why is Tan Cheng here?!"

After receiving this information, he who was in a stalemate with the big brother Ji at the police station rushed over immediately, and expressed disbelief at the information.

It is clear.

He was very surprised by Tan Cheng's death, and he followed him just a few hours ago.

How could he be shot dead in the hotel all of a sudden?

"I don't know, it's still under investigation."

Mo Sir looked at his subordinate and shrugged helplessly: "We still have a preliminary understanding."

Song Zijie was his subordinate, and he had been trying his best to follow Tan Cheng's case of the counterfeit banknote group before.

at the moment.

Tan Cheng is dead, let's share the information.

"According to the feedback from the front desk staff, a group of seven of them arrived here half an hour ago. Not long after they came up, another group went down. This group also shot at the door and the group outside the door. Shoot back and forth."

"After killing the group of people at the door, they quickly drove away from the scene. At present, colleagues from the Ministry of Communications have been asked to cooperate with our investigation."

"By the way, whether it's Tan Cheng's group or the group that left last, both sides use silencer guns."

Mo Sir looked at the bullet holes splashed on the ground: "It seems that these two groups should have planned and prepared long ago, and one of these two groups will always fall down."

The silencer gun is a very clear signal, just to deceive people's eyes and ears.

"Black eat black?"

Song Zijie gave his own judgment and asked: "Have you checked the information?!"

"fake."

Mo Sir shook his head and said: "Not only that, they all registered with fake identities, and the closed-circuit TV was specially processed before they left. It has been damaged and no useful information can be obtained."

"Oh?"

Song Zijie looked at the bullet holes and bloodstains on the wall again, and went to the door of the room to look inside at the police officer who was trying to collect evidence:

"So careful? The closed-circuit TV has been dealt with before leaving?!"

"Yes."

Mo Sir nodded, and then added: "Not only that, so far, we haven't extracted any useful information in these rooms."

"The room, likewise, has been dealt with, leaving nothing at all."

"So professional?!"

Song Zijie asked unexpectedly, but not unexpectedly.

When he came up just now, he saw the situation in the parking lot outside. Before they left, this group of people had a gun battle with the guards downstairs.

Even in such a tense situation, they still arranged people to handle the CCTV in an orderly manner, with a clear division of labor and cooperation.

This group of people should not be any ordinary characters.

"Push the street."

Song Zijie muttered softly, and came to the police officer who was squatting on the ground to pick up bullet casings in the evidence bag, and reached out to take the evidence bag in his hand to look.

The shell casings were the same model as the firearms left by Tan Cheng and the others at the scene, and both sides were using the same type of firearms.

"Tan Cheng and the others arrived here half an hour ago with men and guns equipped with silencers, ready to attack."

He gave the same deduction and judgment as Mo Sir: "It seems that their goal is very clear."

"These two groups should know each other."

"Clashes between buyers and sellers of counterfeit banknotes?"

"Black eats black?"

Song Zijie gave a judgment with some uncertainty, but what the specific situation is, we still have to wait for the relevant departments to extract it on the spot before giving a reasonable conclusion.

The death of Tan Cheng made Song Zijie, who had been investigating the counterfeit banknote case, lose his clue at once.

and so.

His eyes were on the big brother Ji who was pulled back by him tonight, and now he could only see if he could get any clues from this population.

According to his understanding, the big brother Ji should be a peripheral person who has cooperated with Tan Cheng and the others, so there is no guarantee that there will be any useful information.

only.

Ji, the boss in the interrogation room, was very calm, but firmly denied that the white fans in the nightclub did not know, did not know, and did not admit these things at all.

As for the others, I won't say a word, and I have a lot of experience.

····
the other side.

Ji Bu, who originally predicted it was three o'clock in the morning, picked up the phone and called Tan Cheng, but no one answered, and he continued to call again.

"problem occurs?"

Ji Bu couldn't help frowning: "Shouldn't it? Even if Tan Cheng lost a big fool, his other horses shouldn't be so weak in fighting power, right?!"

Just now.

Miao Zhihua's call came in: "Abu, I have some bad news."

"Just now, I heard the news from the Saigon Police Station that there was a shooting in the Yuandu Hotel in Saigon District. Tan Cheng and his gang died at the scene."

Miao Zhihua on the phone quickly told Ji Bu what he had learned.

"what?"

Ji Bu frowned when he heard this, and said with a trace of surprise in his tone, "All? Tan Cheng is also dead?"

Tan Cheng died too?
This is what Ji Bu didn't expect.

Silly.

Intuition told Ji Bu that there must be something tricky about this matter!

"Yes."

Miao Zhihua nodded to confirm: "We don't know the specific situation at the scene, this is their jurisdiction."

"okay, I get it."

Ji Bu nodded, and was going to ask Miao Zhihua to greet and operate the big brother Ji who was captured by them, but since he was not in the same area, he should go by himself:

"It's okay, I'll hang up first."

After hanging up.

He picked up his coat, got up and went out, put it on and called Mark Li: "Come on, come with me to the Saigon Police Station? See Song Zijie?!"

"Row."

Mark Lee thought for a while, and agreed.

"Here."

Ji Bu got into the car, and casually threw the counterfeit banknote tape under his arm to Ma Keli, the co-pilot: "Hold it well, it's thanks to your Brother Hao."

The reason why Ji Bu was going to the Saigon Police Station to find Song Zijie, and brought the counterfeit banknote tape, was to make a deal with him, with two purposes.

the first:

The white powder incident in the Big Brother Ji nightclub was nothing more than a trick played by Tan Cheng and the others. They had to fish out Big Brother Ji and solve the issue of the nightclub being blocked by the way.

second:

He thought Tan Cheng's death was very strange!
In the shooting case at the Yuandu Hotel, the person who killed Tan Cheng and the others must be the Eight-faced Buddha, there is no doubt about it.

According to the information Miao Zhihua gave him, Tan Cheng and his gang all died at the scene, and none of them escaped. This was the complete opposite of the original expectation:

Tan Cheng took Ma Zai with him, planning to capture the Eight-faced Buddha by sneak attack and kidnapping without anyone knowing it, and then handed it over to him for a deal.

Even if the Eight-faced Buddha and the others were vigilant and were discovered during the sneak attack, and the two sides fought, it is impossible for Tan Cheng's people to die.

A group of people all died.

what's going on.

The black police involved in the death of his brother Ali had a bribery and collusion relationship with the Eight-faced Buddha. This strange situation tonight made Ji Bu keenly detect a trace of something unusual.

The black police are likely to participate and do something tonight! !

and so.

In order to verify his conjecture, Ji Bu had to ask Song Zijie to help him enter the shooting scene, make favorable inferences and judgments based on the clues of the scene, and restore the situation at that time, so as to determine what was going on at that time!
and.

We must take advantage of the time when the shooting scene has not been cleaned up.

otherwise.

After the police officers finished cleaning up the scene, they might not be able to analyze any useful clues and give the correct direction, but instead destroyed the scene.

It's not that I look down on them, but that Ji Bu has enough confidence in himself.

I am a person from the future who graduated from the police academy with excellent grades. Whether it is the theoretical education and training or participation experience, it will be much better than the education of this shit Royal Police Force.

Only by entering the scene to restore the situation at that time, and seeing everything through your own eyes, can you make a correct judgment.

"In such a hurry?"

Mark Li was sitting on the co-pilot, leaning his left arm against the car window, frowning and smoking a cigarette, watching the soaring value of the stopwatch, and squinting at Ji Bu: "Little boy, drive slowly, you will be fined for speeding."

"Am I driving too fast?"

Ji Bu raised his eyebrows and glanced at Mark Li, with a half-smile: "It's not that I drove fast, but you dare not face Song Zijie, right? You should have met."

"Ah!"

Ma Keli was exposed by Ji Bu's words, and he snorted coldly and refused to answer.

soon.

The car arrived at Saigon Police Station.

"You wait for me in the car."

Ji Bu opened the door, went into the police station and asked someone to call Song Zijie, while he lit a cigarette outside.

in the interrogation room.

Song Zijie was still having a hard time with the big brother Ji. He was notified by the police that someone was looking for him. After a warning, the big brother Ji came out and whispered:

"It's more than three o'clock in the morning at night, who will come to see me?"

"Sir Song."

Ji Bu exhaled a puff of slender blue smoke, and waved to Song Zijie who was familiar with him: "Here."

"you are?"

Song Zijie tossed his hairstyle three to seven cents, walked in front of Ji Bu, looked him up and down quickly for a while, but there was no information about Ji Bu in his mind:

"What's the matter with me?"

PS: Biubiu's gunshots are the sound in the movie, but in fact the sound is still very loud with the silencer installed, not biubiubiu, we respect the fact that the movie does not respect.

The tapes for making counterfeit banknotes are played in this way in The True Colors of Heroes. The core hardware is the tape. We don’t take it seriously, after all, we don’t make counterfeit banknotes.

Thank you for the book friends who gave rewards/laugh and cry, and those good brothers who voted monthly, thank you everyone.

Jia Shuyou, sitting alone on the beach watching the sunrise, oh, hot, you are faith, Jin Xiaoya Nei.

A'e character card is online.

(End of this chapter)