Chapter 48: The Narrow Gate
Guan Yingjun said slowly, "Land in Hong Kong is very expensive, and there are no drug cultivation sites, so many drug dealers in Hong Kong have rented land in foreign countries, grown the crops, made them into semi-finished products, and then shipped them back for refining. This is less risky for them."
Chen Jincai suddenly realized something. "Oh~~~The drug lord in Bangkok has some connection with us, so you were able to get this picture?"
Jian Ruochen curled her lips, amused by his artificial tone.
The tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed.
In the evening, 17:25.
On the verge of sunset.
Jian Ruochen looked back.
Kowloon Bay is right behind us. Beyond the bay, the setting sun hangs over the towering buildings, illuminating the Victoria Harbour not far away that connects to Kowloon Bay.
Every drop of water in Victoria Harbor seems to be a grain of gold, tempting everyone who comes to Hong Kong to work hard. But the sun never fell on Kowloon Bay, and the water there was dark and deep.
Turning around, the Kowloon Walled City in front of me was gray and shrouded in mist. High-rise buildings with concrete exteriors stood there, leaning against each other, illegally stacked up on top of each other. I counted silently and found that the highest one had 15 floors.
Further away, part of the low-rise buildings on the edge of Kowloon Walled City had been demolished, leaving only a pile of broken bricks and tiles.
The demolition of Kowloon Walled City has begun.
Jian Ruochen opened the magazine and checked the gun. After confirming that it was correct, he put the gun into the holster of his bulletproof vest. He closed his eyes slightly and exhaled.
It would be a lie to say that he wasn't nervous. After all, pursuit is a game of chess with others. He clenched his fingertips, turned to Guan Yingjun and said, "Sir Guan, lend me your phone."
Guan Yingjun took out his phone and handed it over, "What's wrong?"
"Call Ji Bailou." Jian Ruochen flipped through the address book and found Ji Bailou's name and dialed the number. He explained during the busy tone, "We are too few. There are only three people from Group A, and there are only 15 people including Group C. If Lu Qian really uses this place as a backup storage point, there must be a lot of things in it, and we can't get rid of them alone."
The call was connected quickly.
Ji Bailou said in a weak tone: "Guan Yingjun? What's the matter?"
"Sir Ji, it's me, Jian Ruochen."
Ji Bailou took out his phone and looked at the caller ID, and was stunned for three seconds. Guan Yingjun is in deep trouble.
This person with such advanced paranoia would actually lend out such a personal item as a cell phone?
Jian Ruochen couldn't wait for the next words and immediately continued, "There are a lot of drugs in Kowloon Walled City. We need your help to hand them over."
Ji Bailou let out a short "ah" and sounded quite energetic. "What—"
"There's no time to explain." Jian Ruochen interrupted him and said quickly, "Lu Qian's people are very alert and can move at any time. Let's go in first. The call will be open. You can talk to Guan Sir if you have anything to say."
Such a decisive tone stunned Ji Bailou who was on the other end of the phone.
Chen Jincai touched his chin and glanced at Guan Yingjun. These two people have a strange aura when they command people.
Jian Ruochen threw the phone back into Guan Yingjun's arms and said, "Wait a minute."
He unfolded the map in his hand.
This 3D floor plan clearly shows what is on each floor.
The city was densely packed with small houses divided by squares, which appeared vividly on the paper. Jian Ruochen quickly scanned the map, converted it from two-dimensional to three-dimensional, and imprinted it in his mind.
Although his knowledge of criminal investigation and reasoning methods was average, his ability to memorize text was not outstanding in the school.
But the ability to memorize images is second to none.
This is also the reason why he can remember micro-expressions faster than ordinary people. It is not difficult to memorize the map of Kowloon City in one minute.
40 seconds later, Jian Ruochen closed the map and recited it silently. After confirming that it was correct, he returned the map to Guan Yingjun: "I've finished reciting it."
Chen Jincai: …
The member of Group C behind Chen Jincai: …
It's different. It's different.
The brains of those who could be admitted to the Li Ka Shing Faculty of Medicine of Hong Kong University are truly extraordinary.
"If I had this kind of brain, I wouldn't have been beaten by my mother when I was studying!"
"Yeah, although I know that Consultant Jian is not the type to brag, I feel uneasy when I see him reciting so quickly."
"Brother, what should I do? I'm so scared.ddd..." The clever boy who helped Guan Yingjun kick off the video cable was so scared that he was shaking and couldn't speak clearly. The gun in his hand kept making noises.
The police officer who was called brother slapped him on the shoulder and said, "What are you afraid of? If anything goes wrong, it will be me first. That's how the police station works. The old ones take care of the young ones."
"But the Kowloon Walled City is so big, do we have to search floor by floor?"
Chen Jincai walked over and tapped his forehead. "Stupid, there are ordinary residents here too. Criminal gangs only account for 49%. Can we go ask for directions?"
Jian Ruochen's pupils trembled.
It accounts for half, but we can still use "只" as a quantifier.
Is this called just occupying?
That is to say, if you step on a fly to death in Kowloon Walled City, there is a 1 in 2 chance that it has eaten human flesh.
Chen Jincai took the lead and entered the Kowloon Walled City from the main gate, heading straight to a pancake shop in the corner of the first floor. "Uncle, have you seen a group of thugs driving a van just entering from this side? Where did they go?"
The uncle rolled his eyes, glanced at Chen Jincai, and sneered, "I don't know."
Boom!
The long pancake-cutting knife in his hand was chopped on the chopping board, as if he could pick it up and chop someone in the next second.
Chen Jincai was a little embarrassed.
Jian Ruochen stepped forward, took out a 500 Hong Kong dollar bill and handed it over, placing it in the corner next to the chopping board.
He smiled with his eyes curved, put his hands together and bowed to the old man, "I'm sorry, uncle, I saw your sign was broken by someone, maybe it was the ICAC who broke it when they came to collect taxes? This 500 is an apology for your crime."
Chen Jincai took a step back in amazement and looked down at the pancake sign at his feet. It was black, with a crack in the middle, revealing brand new sawdust inside.
It was indeed just broken. If this kind of thing were at a crime scene, it would actually be easy to notice.
The Independent Commission Against Corruption is in charge of the clearance and demolition of this place, and all the criminal police can easily deduce this conclusion.
But at this time and place, only Jian Ruochen saw the gap on the wooden sign.
The old man pursed his lips, quickly touched the money, put it back in the pocket of his apron, and muttered, "What tax? The government is trying to force us to death. Hong Kong needs to do urban planning, develop Kowloon, and demolish the walled city. The compensation is so little. Where can we live?"
Jian Ruochen was anxious, but his eyes were still full of smiles, "Uncle, what kind of cakes are you selling?"
"Maltose sandwich."
"Give me a pack." Jian Ruochen looked at the price tag, took out a 50-yuan bill, and bought 10.
This pancake is only half the size of a palm. The stove in the store is quite clean. The old man is wearing a balloon-shaped sweater, but his face and body are clean. This pancake is edible.
Jian Ruochen shared the hot pancakes with others, took the smallest one and took a bite, his eyes lit up, "Delicious!"
The old man was stunned. The boy in front of him was very contagious when he laughed, and his eyes were full of admiration. He did not have the expression of disgust that the others had, and they were at a loss as to where to start and did not dare to bite at all.
Jian Ruochen finished eating in two or three bites, smacked his lips and said, "Uncle, I'm not lying to you, this is really delicious."
Guan Yingjun ate the cake cleanly, "Yes, it tastes like old Hong Kong."
Jian Ruochen said to the old man again: "Whether you are willing to tell us where the van is going after it comes in or not, I am willing to buy your maltose biscuit recipe after the matter is over. I will discuss the business with you in detail then."
The old man smiled and said, "It's hard to say, it's hard to say, you guys should leave quickly."
He didn't say it before because he couldn't stand the policeman's self-righteous look.
He didn't say anything this time because he wanted Jian Ruochen to leave here quickly.
It's too messy here and it's not safe.
It’s better not to let such a good child in.
He waved his hand and said, "I don't want you to come buy my formula, just go home."
Jian Ruochen patted the crumbs on his hands and said, "Okay, then I'll go ask someone else."
He had just turned around and headed for the barber shop not far away when a voice came from behind him, "Young man!"
Jian Ruochen paused and turned back slightly.
The old man said, "Don't go there alone!"
He glanced at Guan Yingjun and Chen Jincai who surrounded Jian Ruochen, and sighed slowly, "Let me tell you, the man driving the van is called Yao Yingzhe, a henchman. These people usually live around the inner courtyard of the village."
The old man waved his hand and sent them away, "Go away."
Jian Ruochen took two quick steps inside, then suddenly turned back and looked at the trembling young man, "What's your name?"
"I, I, I call," the little clever ghost trembled and couldn't speak clearly.
Chen Jincai looked at it and felt inexplicably embarrassed.
He, the new guy in Group C, is so scared, but Jian Ruochen, who is even newer than him, is leading Group A!
"Take this old man to the police car. Everyone here saw what we asked him. We can't leave him here alone, or he will hate him." Jian Ruochen patted his shoulder.
Liang Xinyue hesitated for a moment, "If I'm the only one in Group C and I don't go, will it be counted as my performance?"
Chen Jincai smiled angrily, "Of course! Go quickly. Watching cars is not an easy task. If someone approaches, drive away immediately."
"Yes, sir!" Liang Xinyue saluted and turned to ask the old man, "Let's go, old man..."
Jian Ruochen finally felt relieved and quickly followed Guan Yingjun into the Kowloon Walled City.
After running a few steps, I heard Liang Xinyue say from behind: "Yes, yes, yes, pack this cake. Oh, I have money."
Chen Jincai stumbled...
Although there were only 3 people in Group A and 13 people in Group C, he still felt that he had lost face in front of Guan Yingjun.
As Chen Jincai ran, he racked his brains to divert everyone's attention. "Thanks to Jian Ruochen, otherwise we might have to grope around in the city like headless flies for half an hour."
Everyone murmured in agreement, "Yeah, it saves dozens of minutes of work."
"How do you know that if you buy the old man's cake, he will say it?"
Jian Ruochen smiled and whispered, "Working people, they are very soft-hearted."
The experience of socialism.
Everyone seemed to understand, and walked quickly through the dark and narrow alleys of Kowloon Walled City.
There is no garbage sorting here. The courtyard surrounded by four buildings is gray and smells terrible.
Guan Yingjun took out a mint ointment from his pocket and rubbed it on his philtrum.
His nose just couldn't stand it.
Standing in this courtyard, you can faintly hear the sound of metal colliding.
Jian Ruochen listened for a few seconds and asked, "Is there a metal processing factory here?"
"You can even tell that?" Chen Jincai was surprised. "Indeed, there are quite a few. Most of these factories are in basements."
Jian Ruochen murmured: "No wonder Lu Qian wanted to set up a backup point here."
There are extremely complete conditions for making drugs here.
He glanced at the surrounding buildings and suddenly realized something was wrong. "Sir Guan, are you sure your map is correct?"
Chen Jincai raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean?"
"The small raised building on the fifth floor to the west is not marked on the map." Jian Ruochen raised his hand and pointed, then moved back in that direction, "This floor is marked wrong on the map."
Guan Yingjun unfolded the map and took a look. Apart from the small building, he did not find any obvious mistakes. "What's wrong?"
"The area is wrong." Jian Ruochen whispered, "According to the scale, this map is 8 square meters short."
It’s nothing if one floor is missing eight square meters, but if the entire building is missing eight square meters, it would be very intriguing.
Guan Yingjun said: "The map cannot be wrong. The person who drew this map... has been here in person. He is a small leader, unless..."
Unless he deliberately hid some of it.
The part that criminals tacitly agree to.
"The more you try to hide something, the more obvious it becomes." Jian Ruochen curled his lips and said, "Maybe we just need to find the two missing parts on the map."
"Divide into two teams." Chen Jincai directed Group C, "No. 1-3 follow me, and No. 4-12 go check the small building."
The small building stands abruptly on the edge. The illegal construction should not have been there for long, so there is probably no danger inside.
The danger lies in the part that disappears into the building.
Guan Yingjun picked up the mint ointment and rubbed it under his nose again, then took Jian Ruochen and Song Xuyi upstairs.
Chen Jincai followed closely behind.
This building is clearly made of concrete, but when you step on it you feel as if it is about to collapse.
Jian Ruochen lowered his hands, tightly gripping the gun, with some sweat on his forehead.
The side with windows from the outside is actually a concrete wall when viewed from the inside of the building.
Sure enough, there is a room hidden in the building!
Chen Jincai moved the small cabinet in the corridor, revealing the passage inside.
It is only half the size of a person and very narrow, so you have to turn sideways to pass through.
Jian Ruochen narrowed his eyes, "Yao Yingzhe should not have entered from here, he is wider than this gap."
Guan Yingjun: …
Chen Jincai: "Then shall we go in?"
Guan Yingjun sniffed and said in a low voice, "It smells like poppy. It must be in there."
Chen Jincai rolled up his sleeves, trying to regain the ground that had just been lost by his team members: "I'll take the lead!"
He walked in sideways and took a few steps.
After three steps, he disappeared into the darkness.
One second.
Two seconds.
There is no sound.
Five seconds later, Jian Ruochen raised his voice and asked, "Brother Chen?"
Guan Yingjun's forehead twitched, and the corner of his eyes swept across Jian Ruochen's slightly bulging cheek.
It turns out that this little fox can call anyone "brother".
Some water welled up in his mouth, and he swallowed it with his Adam's apple rolling.
Not far away, Chen Jincai's voice came, "I'm here."
His voice was a little tense, "Come on."
Jian Ruochen turned around and asked, "I'll cover your retreat?"
Guan Yingjun said "hmm".
·
At the same time, at Lu's house.
Lu Qian dropped the documents on the table, his hand shaking as he held the phone. "What did you say? The police followed us to Kowloon Walled City? Where's Yao Yingzhe?"
"...Who leaked the news! Where is the old man selling cakes? Kill him!...He is gone?"
Lu Qian sneered, "A bunch of trash."
He has more than one backup point in Kowloon Walled City, but it is obviously too late to move now.
Lu Qian lowered his eyebrows and said softly, "Protect the goods and kill them."
Although Jiang Hanyu gave a lot of money, without the goods, his cash flow would be cut off!
·
Jian Ruochen was the last one to pass through the narrow gate.
He walked in sideways and felt his heart beating violently.
Something is wrong, why is there no sound from the people who passed by?
He walked a few steps sideways, and suddenly, the crisp sound of a shotgun being loaded was heard.
Jian Ruochen felt a chill on his forehead.
The bartender Ying's sinister voice sounded beside my ear, "Good evening, little rich man."
He paused, and with a strange emphasis, he said in a nonsensical way: "Have a crazy night?"
Jian Ruochen raised his eyes and saw that all the members of the serious crime team were being guarded one by one and pointed at with guns.
One on one?
Jian Ruochen's Adam's apple rolled.
He glanced back.
Yingge held the shotgun in one hand and grabbed his shoulder with the other.
It’s not that I can’t break free…
Jian Ruochen was about to move, but saw Guan Yingjun shaking his head slightly at him, so he stopped moving, like a wooden sculpture.
Brother Ying asked, "Why are you mute? Aren't you very talkative?"
He smiled smugly and tilted the muzzle of the gun slightly away.
“Boom—”
A crisp sound fell to the ground.
Before Jian Ruochen could react, he was suddenly pushed to the ground, and a figure pressed down heavily on him.
One hot hand covered his mouth and nose, the other covered his eyes.
Guan Yingjun held the person tightly in his arms.
Next came the sounds of flash bombs and hypnotic bombs exploding.
30 seconds later, Jian Ruochen patted Guan Yingjun's side.
Don’t cover it anymore. If you keep covering it, he will be knocked unconscious by the hypnotic bullet if he is not knocked unconscious.
Guan Yingjun slowly loosened his hand and turned over to move away.
The light in the room dimmed. Yingge didn't expect that they had hypnosis equipment. He inhaled it without realizing it and fell to the ground.
Jian Ruochen kicked his gun away, raised his pistol, and said in return: "Good evening, bartender."
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