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Chapter 36 Captain
Night fell over the abandoned factory in the western suburbs.

Four men were kneeling on the cement floor, their hair disheveled and their clothes covered in dust, looking utterly wretched.

The captain stood in front of them, hands in his pockets.

"So, who wants to talk to me first?"

No one answered.

All four of them kept their heads down and remained silent.

The captain slowly squatted down and reached out to pat the leader's cheek.

The man was in his thirties, with dark skin and a crooked nose, clearly broken in his younger years.

"what's your name?"

The man gritted his teeth and remained silent.

The captain shook his head and stood up.

The corporal standing nearby immediately stepped forward, swung his crowbar, and without saying a word, smashed it down hard on the man's calf.

"Click——"

The sound of bones cracking was exceptionally clear in the empty factory.

The man's eyes widened suddenly, he let out a scream, and collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

The captain looked down at him, his expression indifferent.

"Answer me, what is your name?"

The man was breathing heavily, and his body was convulsing.

But this time, he dared not remain silent any longer and uttered his name in a trembling voice.

"Ka, Cardozo"

“Very good, Cardozo.” The captain nodded. “Tell me, where do your goods come from?”

Cardozo pressed his forehead against the cold concrete floor, his lips moving as if he still wanted to struggle.

"We're just the ones receiving the goods. The goods are given to us by others, and we never interfere."

"Others?" The captain raised an eyebrow.

The corporal instantly understood, raised his boot, and stomped hard on Cardozo's broken shinbone.

"Ah!!!" Cardozo screamed in agony, almost fainting from the pain.

"Don't lie to me," the captain said coldly.

Cardozo howled in pain, almost fainting, and slammed his forehead on the ground, leaving a bloodstain.

At this moment, another military policeman stepped forward, suddenly put the plastic bag over his head, and tightened it with both hands.

As the feeling of suffocation overwhelmed him, Cardozo struggled helplessly, his strength nearly causing the military police to drop him.

Fortunately, he finally gave in two minutes later.

“Many people, a lot of people. Most of them were introduced by Lopez.”

"We also have our own development programs, but they are nowhere near as good as the Mexicans'."

"Mexican?"

The captain finally heard the information he wanted.

"When did they come?"

About a year ago, there were five people.

Cardozo was out of breath and tried to cover his broken leg bone.

But because his hands were tied behind his back, he could only writhe wildly on the ground like a stranded fish.

"continue."

"They have their own informants who can tell you where the good stuff is and when to buy it. Therefore, the goods they supply us are of good quality."

"What are their names?"

"I...I don't know, people in this line of work never use their real names."

Cardozo's voice trembled slightly, as if afraid his answer wouldn't be satisfactory: "But...the leader...tells us...to call him Spring."

We're on the right track.

I'd better perform well this time; maybe I can use this opportunity to climb the ranks.

The captain thought to himself, but his expression remained calm.

Meanwhile, seeing that the captain had no reaction, Cardozo didn't dare to stop and forced himself to continue:

"He drove a yellow taxi and brought the target here to handle all our transactions—"

The captain waved his hand to interrupt the confession, drew his sidearm, and released the safety.

Do you know where his base is?

After a moment of silence, Cardozo felt a bitter taste in his mouth, and sweat kept dripping down his face.

"I do not know."

"boom!"

The bullet pierced his forehead, blood splattered, and the body collapsed limply to the ground.

"Record this as resistance to arrest," the captain casually ordered, then looked at the second person.

The man was trembling uncontrollably when he noticed the stares.

"And you?" the captain asked calmly.

"I...I..." The man's mind raced, but he couldn't say anything.

"boom!"

Another shot, and a second body fell.

When the third person saw the captain's gaze fall on him, he didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately opened his mouth to shout:
"Wait! Don't...don't kill me!"

"I know! I know where they are!"

The captain slightly raised his chin, signaling him to continue.

"My sister! My sister, she's a stripper. Three months ago, one of Spring's fat henchmen wanted to celebrate something, and I recommended her."

The captain's expression revealed a hint of impatience.

Seeing this, the man dared not waste any more words and quickly got straight to the point.

"They...they are outside the city, at 27 San Antonio Road."

"There's an old villa there, in the woods, very difficult to spot—"

Just then, footsteps came from the door.

A second lieutenant strode in, stood at attention, and saluted.

"Captain, we just caught two homeless men who were spying nearby, and they've confessed."

"tramp?"

"Yes, Captain."

“They kept loitering around, and my men found them suspicious, so they brought them back for questioning.”

"I didn't expect them to admit it so readily. They said they saw an Asian man arrive here in a yellow taxi four days ago, stay for a moment, and then drive away."

Four days ago, a spring, a yellow taxi, an Asian.

The captain felt that he was incredibly lucky today.

Everything was progressing even more smoothly than he had expected.

You should know that this was a task personally assigned by the colonel, the kind that required immediate reporting of any progress.

He slowly exhaled, suppressing the excitement surging within him, and calmly ordered his men to take all those involved in the case back to the station for detention.

He then walked out of the factory and dialed the colonel's number.

The phone was answered after only two rings, as if the other party had been waiting for his message.

"Sir, this is Carvalho. There has been significant progress on the mission you assigned me."

"speak."

The captain straightened his back and quickly reported.

"Based on intelligence provided by Corporal Otavio two days ago, we raided an abandoned factory and dismantled a gang that was selling stolen goods. Two people were killed and two were arrested."

"During the interrogation, they revealed the location of the Mexicans' hideout."

"At the same time, witnesses also confirmed that the last time the Asian was seen was when he was with him."

"Where is the exact location?"

27 San Antonio Road

"An abandoned villa in the suburbs, in a secluded location, surrounded by abundant vegetation."

For some reason, the other end fell silent.

The captain dared not urge him and could only hold his breath and respectfully wait for instructions.

Finally, after more than ten seconds, the colonel's voice rang out again.

“You’ve done a great job, Carvalho. You’ll get what you deserve once this is over.”

Upon hearing this, the captain was overjoyed, and a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.

However, before he could even express his loyalty, the colonel abruptly changed the subject:
“But from now on, I need you to suspend the investigation of the villa until further instructions, understand?”

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)