Chapter 30 Super Change
Guan Yingjun took off his windbreaker and covered Jian Ruochen, who was shivering from the cold, and made a quick decision: "Let's go! There are so many goods here, these people must have wooden warehouses, we can't take any risks."
As Jian Ruochen was being carried towards the hall, he turned his head and glanced at the kitchen corridor.
The bartender's shadow was elongated by the light and imprinted on the gray and white tiles. His hand was hanging down, holding a long object.
The moment the figure peeked out from the corner, Jian Ruochen saw clearly what he was holding -
A shiny wooden shotgun shell.
The two of them stepped back into the hall before the bartender raised his eyes.
The revelry in the ballroom was coming to an end, and the crowd blocking the stairs gradually dispersed.
The two took this opportunity to climb up the stairs.
When the two stepped onto the second floor.
Lu Qian finally walked out of the crowd.
He looked around and didn't find Jian Ruochen on the first floor. He lowered his eyes and thought for a second, then immediately turned around and walked quickly towards the kitchen.
Jian Ruochen stood upstairs looking at Lu Qian's back, his heart pounding violently.
Fortunately... Fortunately, I was not greedy, fortunately, I did not take shortcuts.
If they hesitated for even a second, they might be caught in a dilemma and die.
Lu Qian is indeed a veteran in breaking the law. He has never used his intelligence and sharpness for good things.
Jian Ruochen closed his eyes gently, his fingers trembling slightly. Going to Lu Qian’s transfer station to investigate was even more exciting than defusing the bomb in the ferry robbery!
Guan Yingjun exhaled imperceptibly, "Let's go to the box."
"What number did the bartender give us?" Jian Ruochen touched the pocket of his windbreaker.
The pocket was deeper than he had imagined, and it was filled with a lot of things.
He felt for a matchbox, a cigarette box, a handkerchief, a portable evidence bag, and a workbook half the size of a palm, but he couldn't find the room card.
Jian Ruochen started to dig in the other side and took out a small flat curved wine pot...
Guan Yingjun silently opened the left half of his collar and took out the room card from his left inner pocket. "Here."
Jian Ruochen: ...
And an inner pocket?
He was speechless and just stared at Guan Yingjun.
This outfit looks like what the peddlers selling records and CDs in the 1990s wore.
These people are very familiar with the inside of clothes. When they see a potential customer, they will walk up to him, grab the collar of the clothes and open them neatly, and then eagerly sell him: Would you like to buy a movie?
There were three or four rows of CDs hanging in the coat, like a mobile treasure chest.
Guan Yingjun avoided Jian Ruochen's sight and looked down at the number on the room card, "2123, on the west side."
The coat's treasure pocket greatly alleviated the tension of being on the verge of death.
The two walked side by side towards 2123, and when they passed by the restroom they went in to take a look.
The second floor is not high. There is a steel water pipe next to the bathroom window, which goes directly to the ground, and you can see the incandescent light on the first floor.
"Incandescent lamp?" Jian Ruochen was puzzled.
He lay on the windowsill, half of his body leaning out, and listened with his ears perked up.
The music from the dance hall downstairs floated up faintly from the window.
The dance hall and booths are all neon lights, no white lights.
The only place on the first floor with incandescent lights is the kitchen.
This bathroom is actually right above the kitchen!
Guan Yingjun opened the door of the toilet cubicle and checked the water tank inside.
Everything is normal, nothing hidden.
Yes, the fact that the large quantities of goods were placed so openly in the kitchen showed that Lu Qian was extremely confident.
How could such rampant criminals hide goods in places like water tanks?
Guan Yingjun turned and walked out of the cubicle, met Jian Ruochen's shining eyes, and narrowed them slightly, "What are you planning?"
Jian Ruochen waved his hand, "No."
Guan Yingjun didn't quite believe it, and bent down to wash off the dust on his hands. "It's no use just looking at our own box. We have to go to other boxes to see. Generally speaking, there will be live smoking in the boxes above the transfer station."
"Oh." Jian Ruochen turned on the faucet again, reached out to scoop up some water and splashed it on his face, then used his wet fingers to smooth his hair.
The light in the restroom was dim and ambiguous, and the dark orange light fell on Jian Ruochen's cheek, making him look sweaty.
Guan Yingjun had a strange expression on his face. "What are you doing?"
Jian Ruochen made an OK gesture with her hand, "I'll pretend to be drunk and help you break open the doors of other boxes. Remember to rescue me."
He reached out and touched the right pocket of his windbreaker, and took out the small wine flask he had touched earlier, "Can I drink?"
Guan Yingjun's breathing stagnated slightly, and he politely refused: "I have drunk it."
Reason is clamoring and clamoring to cross the line.
But there was a voice inside saying: It is required by the mission, so what's wrong with giving him a sip?
Jian Ruochen shook the wine jug, and there seemed to be two or three sips left. "My face turns red when I drink. I look drunk even if I'm not drunk. If you want to pretend, you'd better drink a little. It's required for the mission, Guan Sir. At worst, I can buy you a new one later."
The boy spoke very quickly, deliberately trying to save time.
When you exhale, the fresh grapefruit scent penetrates into your nostrils.
As the lips opened and closed, the small lip beads trembled slightly, revealing a row of white teeth.
Guan Yingjun looked away, thinking that the bar was a weird and nerve-wracking place.
He waved his hand and said, "Drink it, no need to buy new ones. This is for emergency use, it has a high alcohol content, just take a sip."
Jian Ruochen immediately unscrewed the screw cap and took a sip.
The smell of juniper berries flows into the stomach along with the mellow wine, making people feel as if they are in a green pine forest. Then, the fragrance of citrus rushes into the nose, and the strong aroma is particularly refreshing.
He let out a breath, screwed the bottle cap back on, put it back in his pocket, took off his coat and gave it back to Guan Yingjun. When he looked up again, his face was already red. "What's the temperature?"
Guan Yingjun said: "55% gin, I brought it for emergency fire and disinfection."
I will drink some when I really can't hold it in and want to relieve the heat.
Alcohol can inhibit the brain's transmission of sexual impulses, which is very useful.
Guan Yingjun put his hands in his pockets, stroked the metal body of the wine bottle, and thought of the pink lips and teeth pursing the bottle mouth.
We just drank from the same bottle...
But he felt that the presence of those two lips was so strong.
Jian Ruochen felt his face burning, but he was extremely sober.
He took some more water and splashed it on his face. Then he made up his mind, took off his sweater and held it up, revealing the silk shirt underneath. Walk quickly towards the bathroom door.
He paused for a while at the doors of several less noisy private rooms, and finally chose the noisiest one. He reached out his hand to the door handle and turned it, then his foot misstepped and he stumbled in, bumping right into the coffee table.
The person sitting on the sofa got angry: "What about the security of 1892 now——"
His voice stopped abruptly and he stared at the person who was slumped over the coffee table.
It’s so beautiful, it’s not a face that a human can have.
He even thought he had sucked out the hallucinations.
This is a common occurrence, but this time the illusion was particularly beautiful.
Jian Ruochen glanced at the densely packed mineral water bottles with tubes inserted on the coffee table, and his stomach churned.
There are pictures of this thing in the police academy. It is the earliest simple drug-absorbing device.
so much!
The man saw him staring at the bottle and immediately misunderstood him, so he coaxed him, "Little beauty, hang out with me and you can play as much as you want. Come over here?"
Jian Ruochen stood up and took a step back.
This action angered the man in front of him, who had just finished sucking and was at his most excited.
He stood up and tried to grab the person, but his hand reached nothing.
Guan Yingjun held Jian Ruochen with one hand, his face hidden in the mask and hat, and said in a sinister tone, "Sorry, I went to the wrong room."
The man sneered, "Your family? Do you know who I am?"
Guan Yingjun turned around, and the hem of his clothes moved, revealing his wooden trunk just right. "Who are you?"
The man immediately stopped talking and stared at Guan Yingjun.
His fragile dignity would not allow him to bow his head at this time, but even in Hong Kong today, not everyone can hold their ground.
Guan Yingjun hugged Jian Ruochen and walked out of the door, continuing to walk forward.
Jian Ruochen reached out and pinched the soft flesh on his neck, shaking his dizzy head, "Call the police, he's taking drugs."
Guan Yingjun: …
Although I was a little drunk, I didn't forget my legal awareness at all.
But this is indeed a good idea.
Lu Qian is a cautious person. After today, he will definitely change the transit point and will no longer regard 1892 as the most important trading location.
Call CIB before they transfer all the goods.
Even if CIB cannot intercept this batch of goods, it can still capture a batch of drug addicts.
Never go home empty-handed.
Guan Yingjun took out his cell phone, found a number in his address book that he hadn't called for half a year, and dialed it, "Inspector Ji, it's me..."
Jian Ruochen turned sideways and eavesdropped with his ears perked up.
Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes and took a look, then let him go. "Hmm... not bad. We are also following Lu Qian. We have found out that the 1892 Bar on the West Kowloon Bar Street is a transit point for Lu Qian's drug trafficking. Most of the drugs in Hong Kong and West Kowloon go through here."
"Lu Qian's men bought it and then distributed it layer by layer. I'm afraid Lu Qian will have to move to another place after tonight. You bring people to investigate. Quickly, within half an hour."
"Well..." Guan Yingjun smiled, "After the matter is completed, you can share some of the performance with me."
The person on the other end of the phone cursed with a smile.
Guan Yingjun ignored him, hung up the phone, and quickly swiped his card to open the door.
The electronic door lock unlocks with a "click" sound.
Jian Ruochen raised his eyes, and before he had finished scanning the interior furnishings, his gaze met that of the man sitting in the middle of the seat.
It's a land trench.
Didn’t he go to the kitchen?
Why are you waiting here first?
Jian Ruochen's mind raced. He raised his hand to hook Guan Yingjun's arm, almost hanging on it. He said with disdain, "What are you doing here?"
"Come and see you."
Lu Qian clasped his hands and placed them at the base of his legs. He raised his left leg slightly and placed his knee on his right knee.
The posture of crossing his legs revealed a part of his ankles wrapped in black leather shoes and stockings.
Jian Ruochen snorted in his heart.
It's true that there are two different people sleeping in the same bed. Just like Jiang Hanyu, every move of Lu Qian is carefully planned and full of scheming! Scheming man!
"Why are you looking at me?" Jian Ruochen almost buried his head in Guan Yingjun's shoulder.
Lu Qian stopped laughing, finding this scene particularly annoying.
He didn't believe that a person could change so much.
This person has liked him alone for more than three years, and that sticky fire of love has burned Jian Ruochen's entire adolescence. Now he says he doesn't love him anymore?
Maybe it's playing hard to get.
Lu Qian frowned irritably, "What on earth are you doing? How did you find this place?"
He always felt that something was wrong. His eyes swept across Jian Ruochen's red face. His cheeks soaked with sweat looked shiny and smooth under the light.
His hair was damp and clumped together in strands, and there was a red and swollen mark on his neck.
The sweater was also slung over the man's arm, and a few buttons of the shirt were undone.
The two looked like they had just had a thrilling battle.
Lu Qian gritted his teeth and said sarcastically, "Don't you want to be someone else's bed partner?"
Jian Ruochen felt that Lu Qian was a little bit baffling.
He opened his mouth and said, "I just don't want to get entangled with cheap man. You don't think everyone is the same, right?"
Guan Yingjun lowered his head and looked at him, his pupils trembling, and the fisherman's hat on his head was slightly tilted.
Jian Ruochen is really brave. He dares to point at the drug lord's nose and call him a cheap man... This is the first time he has seen such a thing since he became a policeman.
But perhaps it was precisely because of this recklessness that Lu Qian did not doubt his intentions.
This should be the measure that Jian Ruochen has grasped well.
Lu Qian picked up the whiskey on the table and took a sip to suppress his anger.
He couldn't let himself down in front of his peers, so he smiled and said, "Brother, West Kowloon is my territory. It's not good to steal my business, right?"
Guan Yingjun raised his eyes and glanced at him.
A pair of sharp eyes swept over from under the brim of the hat, and Lu Qian shuddered all over.
This pair of eyes looks familiar, but the shape of the eyes is not very recognizable, and there are no facial features, making it difficult to tell the real identity.
Is it the Liu family on Lantau Island?
No, the Liu family seems to have retired.
Who is it?
Lu Qian lit a cigarette and bit the filter in his mouth, "Brother, we have to be sincere when we talk about business, right? We can't always cover our faces."
Guan Yingjun walked over to the sofa next to Lu Qian and sat down.
This was a single sofa. He crossed his legs. Jian Ruochen immediately understood and sat over sideways.
Lu Qian's face twisted for a moment.
What is this?
In front of him, she was chaste and resolute. In front of this man, she was obedient, gentle and kind. She was so soft that no bones could be found. There was no trace of the wooden look she used to have.
If Jian Ruochen was like this before...
Lu Qian couldn't help but compare the current Jian Ruochen and Jiang Hanyu.
These two people are always put on the scale.
In the past, Jiang Hanyu always won.
But this time, Lu Qian was surprised to find that Jian Ruochen, who was carefully taken care of, was graceful and elegant in public, and would give men enough face in private, and it was impossible to find any flaws in her.
Except that he's a bit tall.
But this is relative. Jian Ruochen is only about 1.7 meters tall, but he looks very small when he is nestled in the arms of the man in black.
Lu Qian thought of the inheritance that Jian Ruochen had inherited.
He couldn't help but calculate that if Jian Ruochen still liked him, Tianquandu Entertainment City would definitely not be as stretched as it is now.
It was a mistake to send the driver to kill people.
But since Jian Ruochen was sitting here, it meant that the driver had not succeeded, and he might still be able to hook Jian Ruochen like before.
However... we must first confirm the identity of the man in black.
It would be fine if he was a businessman like him, but I'm afraid he might be a cop.
Lu Qian stood up, walked to the sofa and looked down at the two of them, "Brother, you don't even dare to show your face? Could it be a cop? The thing in your arms has been inseparable from the cops recently."
Jian Ruochen was now very close to Guan Yingjun. Just as he was about to speak, his mouth was covered by someone, and his upper body and head were held in Guan Yingjun's arms.
He was stunned for a moment, then felt his chest trembling under his cheek.
"How do you know he's not an undercover agent I sent to the police station?" Guan Yingjun sneered, "Why? The biggest tycoon in West Kowloon, there won't be anyone in the police station, right?"
Jian Ruochen: ...
When it comes to being an undercover agent, it has to be Sir Guan.
If Lu Qian says yes, then they can start investigating after they return.
Lu Qian was silent for a while, "Are you deceiving me?"
Guan Yingjun smiled and said, "Let's exchange ideas. Boss Lu, don't be so reserved. I just heard that this little guy is cheating on me, so I came to check the rumors and have some fun. I don't have any other intentions."
Jian Ruochen glanced at his watch and saw that nearly 15 minutes had passed since they called the police.
cib is coming.
His heart beat faster and he thought of the bathroom right above the kitchen.
If I could get a lunch box...
Jian Ruochen stood up straight, reached out to wipe the sweat from his neck, and smiled at Guan Yingjun: "I want to go to the bathroom."
The boy looks genuine and good-looking when he smiles. Maybe it’s because he has learned micro-expressions, so when he smiles he pays special attention to the coordination of his eyes and facial muscles. His eyes are slightly curved and his zygomatic muscles are also raised.
Light and sweet.
Guan Yingjun stretched out his hand and smoothed his wet hair naturally, "Go ahead. Don't run too far."
Lu Qian clenched his back teeth tightly.
For a moment, the image in his mind was of the elegant Jian Ruochen being left far behind by him a year ago.
A moment later, Jian Ruochen was nestling in someone else's arms, looking soft and sweet.
Jian Ruochen stood up and glared at Lu Qian before leaving.
The door of the box slowly closed behind him.
As soon as the lock sounded, Jian Ruochen immediately ran to the first floor, took out the down jacket hanging in the access area and put it on, then went back to the second floor.
He had calculated it when he came to see it before. This window was directly behind the main door of the back kitchen, and was in the opposite direction of the back kitchen door.
If you are careful you won't be discovered.
He hung his down jacket on the hook in the bathroom stall, put on his shirt, put one foot on the windowsill, looked at the concrete floor below and took a breath.
Just the second floor.
They had practiced on the fifth floor before, so there was no problem.
Jian Ruochen slightly turned sideways and climbed down on the water pipe fixed on the outer wall.
The meat that Luo Binwen had grown by eating and drinking well during this month was enough to support him in climbing from the second floor to the first floor.
The cold wind hit my back, and the alcohol made me extremely excited and extremely calm.
Jian Ruochen panted, his feet somewhat weak as he stepped onto the ground on the first floor.
Sir Guan is right, it is time to exercise seriously.
As he thought, he turned sideways and hid in the shadows, looking into the window.
There are fewer aluminum lunch boxes, most of which have been moved. There were about 30 pieces in the last pile, scattered on the elevated wooden board.
There is no one in the kitchen at the moment.
Jian Ruochen stretched out his hand and pushed the window open a little. He pushed forward with his wrist and climbed in. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he heard a sound coming from outside the kitchen door.
"What's going on?"
"The black police have sent news that CIB is coming here!"
Jian Ruochen was startled.
Black police generally refer to people planted inside the police station by drug dealers.
Lu Qian actually placed an undercover agent in the police station!
He picked up a lunch box, put it in his waistband and fastened it with a belt.
The sound of footsteps getting closer and closer made people sweat. A second before the bartender and his henchman came in, Jian Ruochen climbed out of the window and left the kitchen, gently closing the window.
It was uncomfortable to have a cold box stuck to my stomach, and climbing up the water pipe was harder than climbing down.
Just as Jian Ruochen climbed onto the water pipe, he heard a voice from the kitchen:
"Huh? Who opened the window? Was the window open when we went out just now?"
"It's just a small gap. Are you overthinking it? Who would have thought that our boss Lu would put so many goods in such a place where every inch of land is worth a lot of money?"
Jian Ruo swallowed hard and climbed up the water pipe.
The water pipes are a bit old, so you have to climb on them gently, otherwise it will make noise.
Halfway up he heard the window being moved.
Jian Ruochen was almost completely afraid to move. In his mind, he could even imagine the bartender leaning out of the window, spotting him, and shooting him down with a shotgun shell.
One meter left...
Jian Ruochen took a breath and heard the people below say, "Boss, there's no one outside."
"Isn't Lao Ba afraid of the heat? Maybe he secretly opened a crack for ventilation."
"Never mind, the cops are coming, hurry up and move the last bit!"
The sound of the window pulley rolling was heard again.
Then there was the sound of the window frame hitting the window frame.
The window is closed.
Jian Ruochen suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, jumped up with all his strength, and grabbed the window sill of the bathroom on the second floor.
He looked around and made sure that there was no one in the bathroom before he climbed in. He slowly slid down to the ground, leaning against the wall, and took a breath.
Stimulate.
My lungs are about to burst.
It’s just that the toilet trip took a bit long, and I have to think of a way to fool Lu Qian later.
Jian Ruochen walked to the compartment where clothes were hung, took out his down jacket, put it on, and zipped it up meticulously.
The fluffy down jacket bulged over her body, immediately hiding her bulging belly.
Fortunately, the lunch box is flat and not very big, otherwise he really wouldn’t know how to carry it.
Jian Ruochen stood in front of the sink and washed the dust off his hands and face.
Lu Qian is even more suspicious than Guan Yingjun, so we have to find a reason that suits Lu Qian's wishes to fool him.
No matter what, Lu Qian's mind is as dirty as his heart. He probably thinks that he and Guan Sir have had an affair.
Jian Ruochen cleaned himself up and made sure there were no flaws before heading back to 2123.
It was 28 minutes after they called the police.
In a short while, the drug enforcement police will arrive.
He pushed open the door of 2123 and walked in with a slightly unsteady step.
Lu Qian narrowed his eyes and asked suspiciously, "What were you doing? Why are you wearing a down jacket?"
Jian Ruochen: "The bathroom is so cold."
Lu Qian's thoughts paused.
Yeah, what about staggering?
Do your legs feel sore after squatting for a long time? Even if he was going to relieve himself, it shouldn't take nearly a quarter of an hour, right?
He questioned: "Have you done anything wrong?"
Jian Ruochen wrapped himself tightly in his down jacket, propped up his lunch box with his belly, and muttered, "No one has done more bad things than you have."
He felt the lunch box was about to fall, so he reached out and picked it up.
Lu Qian: ...
He began to doubt his own judgment.
Would someone who has done something wrong be so arrogant?
"What are you doing holding your stomach?"
Jian Ruochen: ...
I hid evidence of your crime.
His mind raced, and he carefully buried his face in Guan Yingjun's neck, then said, "It's too deep, it's uncomfortable."
Guan Yingjun: …
Fortunately, he was wearing a hat and a mask, otherwise his shocked expression at this moment would definitely expose the innocent relationship between them.
Lu Qian stood up with a stern face. I couldn't ask any more questions and couldn't help but think about all sorts of things.
Faced with this man who had been dealing with him for more than ten minutes and still didn't take off his mask, he felt that he had completely lost.
It is impossible to lift a man’s hat now. If they are really in the same industry, doing so would offend him.
He could have offended them before, but now two of his sources of income have been cut off.
The ferry robbery case has been investigated and cannot be done again for the time being.
Jiang Mingshan is in prison, and the Jiang family can't make any money for the time being.
Although Jiang Hanyu obtained the inheritance rights, Jiang Mingshan's judgment had not yet come down, so he could not get all the property.
Now we can only rely on drug trafficking.
Lu Qian wanted to say something else.
But the sirens blared through the night.
Lu Qian pinched his knuckles and his heart began to beat violently.
Guan Yingjun cast a teasing look, "Boss Lu's security is so-so, did he attract the police?"
Lu Qian laughed and said, "Mind your own business."
He turned and walked out, leaving Guan Yingjun and Jian Ruochen behind.
As soon as Lu Qian left, Jian Ruochen immediately pinched Guan Yingjun's arm and breathed a sigh of relief, "Run!"
He stood up, holding the lunch box that was shaking in his stomach, "Hurry up and get in the car. I'll tell you after you get in. Sooner or later, Lu Qian will realize that it was us who called the police. Otherwise, we can't explain why the house was raided as soon as we arrived."
"Yeah." Guan Yingjun rushed out of the back door of the bar with Jian Ruochen, crossed a street and headed straight for the parking lot.
Jian Ruochen was carried on his shoulders, and he felt the parts of his body clanking and clanging. "I can run by myself."
"You're too slow." Guan Yingjun ran to the jeep in the blink of an eye, threw Jian Ruochen into the passenger seat, and drove to the door in one go.
He inserted the car key into the hole and was about to start the engine when a strong light shone over him.
Jian Ruochen immediately bent down and hid between the seat and the dashboard.
Guan Yingjun also let his upper body slide down, allowing the strong light to sweep through the car.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of a truck diesel engine was heard, and a red truck drove onto the road at lightning speed.
Jian Ruochen took a look at the car. The iron door behind the container on the car was open. Two thugs with wooden warehouses were clinging to the door, their eyes were fixed outside, ready to open the wooden warehouse at any time.
After the truck went far away, the two men came out from the blind spot of the outside vision.
Guan Yingjun started the car and was silent.
All the goods in the aluminum lunch boxes were transferred away, and I don’t know when I will encounter such an opportunity again.
Lu Qian was too alert.
Most people would never transfer immediately when they encounter a little doubt.
He is so decisive.
Guan Yingjun leaned back in the chair, raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, his forehead ached.
Every time this happens, I feel a deep sense of powerlessness.
These malignant tumors that have taken root in Hong Kong have killed hundreds of police officers.
“Knock, knock.”
There were two knocks on the window.
Guan Yingjun almost immediately picked up the wooden rifle and loaded it reflexively. He pointed at the person who knocked on the window and used his other hand to press down Jian Ruochen's erected head to protect him. "Who?"
The policeman outside the window was startled, "I..."
Guan Yingjun exhaled, "Inspector Ji."
Jian Ruochen's stomach ached because of the lunch box that hadn't been taken out yet.
He straightened up, holding his stomach and inhaling.
Inspector Ji looked at the white-haired mixed-race boy sitting in the passenger seat, "Jian Ruochen, right? I've heard of your name for a long time, little god of wealth."
Jian Ruochen:?
His name has been spread to CIBS?
Inspector Ji looked to be in his early 30s, with a sallow complexion, and it was obvious that he often stayed up late.
He was wearing a black hooded windbreaker and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and looked quite a gentleman.
Jian Ruochen greeted: "Good evening, Sir Ji."
Guan Yingjun glanced at him and said to the outside: "Ji Bailou, come up and talk."
Ji Bailou opened the door of the back seat, sat behind Jian Ruochen, and said with a smile: "I can't even sit in your passenger seat now?"
Guan Yingjun said: "This is Chen Jincai's co-pilot."
"As soon as I saw this car, I knew it was you who robbed Chen Jincai again."
Ji Bailou sighed, "Let Lu Qian's gang run away with the goods. This time we can only catch those who are addicted and those who sell to support their addiction."
Jian Ruochen glanced over from the rearview mirror.
Ji Bailou laughed, "What are you looking at? Am I good-looking?"
Ji Bailou, Chen Jincai and Guan Yingjun are three completely different kinds of men.
Ji Bailou is gentle and refined, Chen Jincai is outspoken, and Guan Yingjun handles things with a calm and indifferent attitude.
Anyone who is addressed by name by Guan Yingjun and invited to get in the car is likely to have a good relationship with him.
No one would have thought that these three were actually good friends.
Jian Ruochen weighed the relationship between the three people and praised politely, "It looks good."
Ji Bailou laughed and said the same thing as Chen Jincai, "You are really interesting."
Jian Ruochen: "What is your position in CIB? Is it highly confidential?"
Ji Bailou looked at him in amazement: "You are so straightforward with me? How can you be so straightforward in your inquiry?"
"Because asking directly is called chatting, and asking implicitly is called spying on the enemy."
Jian Ruochen smiled and said, "Mr. Guan is very suspicious. I guess all of you who come from the Criminal Intelligence Department are like this, so it's better to talk directly and save trouble."
Ji Bailou looked at Guan Yingjun, "Chen Jin just told me that you are lucky, and I thought he was bragging, but now I believe him."
After teasing his friend, he said to Jian Ruochen slowly, "My confidentiality level in CIB was similar to yours, Guan Sir."
Jian Ruochen nodded, he pulled the zipper and unbuttoned his clothes.
Ji Bailou was shocked. "What are you doing? We——"
His voice stopped abruptly, and his narrow eyes behind the lenses widened. "You?"
Guan Yingjun coughed in shock, "How did you get it?"
lunch box!
Oh my god, Jian Ruochen actually managed to manage a lunch box under such tight security!
Ji Bailou was even more shocked when he heard Guan Yingjun's question, "You don't know?"
Guan Yingjun: "I knew it with you."
He looked at Jian Ruochen, "So you hold your belly and say..."
"I almost got caught." Jian Ruochen exhaled, "Fortunately, I was quick-witted."
Guan Yingjun's ears felt hot.
Jian Ruochen opened the lid of the box, revealing the pink bricks inside.
Ji Bailou came forward to take a look, "It's a whole piece of pork, exactly one kilogram."
He lowered his eyes to look at the top of Jian Ruochen's head, and said the same thing as Chen Jincai again, "Guan Yingjun, I'm really jealous."
Guan Yingjun used a little force to hold the steering wheel.
"There's more." Jian Ruochen looked at Ji Bailou, "I'll go steal... um, take it emmm."
It's a bit law-breaking anyway.
Guan Yingjun changed the lyrics for him, "Change."
Jian Ruochen: "...When I went to change this, I heard from the people inside that the black police they planted in CIB told them that CIB had sent out police."
Ji Bailou's eyes suddenly turned cold, "You mean... I have an undercover agent here?"
Jian Ruochen touched his nose and said, "Yeah."
The three were about to say something when the rumbling sound of a sports car's engine was heard not far away.
Jian Ruochen didn't care about anything and rolled up his down jacket, wrapped the lunch box in it and threw it into the back seat. Then, he seemed to have lost his balance and fell into the gap between the passenger seat and the driver's seat.
He cried out in pain.
Guan Yingjun grabbed him with one hand and unlocked the car door with the other hand, "Ji Bailou, hurry up, we can't let anyone see you and me in the same place."
Ji Bailou looked at the balled-up down jacket but decided not to take it.
This is what Guan Yingjun got. If you didn't tell him it was given to him, he couldn't take it.
There was the rumble of a sports car pulling up in front of the jeep, and the sound of a door opening was heard.
Guan Yingjun's expression turned stern.
It's aimed at them!
He put on his hat with one hand, then helped Jian Ruochen up and put the tearful man on his lap, "Okay, it's okay, just cry if it hurts."
Jian Ruochen's tears that had just been held back were almost smothered by her laughter.
“Knock, knock.”
There were two more knocks on the driver's door.
Guan Yingjun tutted in annoyance and lowered the window halfway, "What are you doing? Can't you see you're doing something?"
Jian Ruochen's moist eyes appeared in the gap of the car window, and a tear fell on her eyelashes.
Lu Qian's breathing was a little hot.
He stared at it for a while, then suddenly sneered, "Did you take it?"
Jian Ruo hissed, "What do you mean I took it? What are you talking about?"
Lu Qian said rudely, "Don't pretend! Did you stuff it into your down jacket and take it away?"
He thought about it later and felt something was not right. There was a bulge in the belly of Jian Ruochen's down jacket.
It looks like something is stuffed in it.
Jian Ruochen looked at the down jacket in the back seat and felt the hand around his waist tighten.
Lu Qian's eyes were cold and gloomy. "We are missing a piece of pork."
Jian Ruochen: "If you want pork, go to the market and buy it!"
Lu Qian laughed sarcastically, "Your man is in this business. It's understandable that you don't know what pork is, but how could he not know what pork means?"
He couldn't wait any longer, so he kicked the rear lock of the jeep, raised his hand to grab the back door, and pulled it open with brute force.
Guan Yingjun placed his hand on the wooden box at his waist.
Jian Ruochen's tears also stopped.
Lu Qian looked at the bunched-up down jacket on the back seat, put one hand on his waist, held the wooden handle, and cast a playful look at Jian Ruochen, "I'll give you one more chance, get off that guy, and then tell me, is there anything wrong?"
He paused, as if tempting, "Follow me from now on, and I will give you a chance to survive."
Guan Yingjun tightened his grip on Jian Ruochen's fingers, and with his other hand he pulled out the wooden hatch and unlocked the safety.
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