Chapter 49: Jian Ruochen's evil thoughts are gurgling
"Heh." Brother Ying sneered, and fell to the ground helplessly. His expression changed again and again, and finally became expressionless. "You policemen can't just shoot casually. Holding a gun is just a pretense."
Jian Ruochen smiled, "But I'm not a policeman."
He put away his smile, touched the butt of the gun with his thumb, turned on the safety, and took a step forward.
The expression on Yingge's face changed slightly, but Jian Ruochen still saw hesitation and fear on his face.
Jian Ruochen looked at him coldly, and suddenly thought of the car that was blown over in front of the quarry gate.
...I don't know what happened to the police inside.
Brother Ying hardly dared to look Jian Ruochen in the face. His eyes moved very quickly, and his peripheral vision swept across the room.
All the cops who had been held hostage before suddenly switched to the offensive.
No, maybe there was no turning point at all. The cop's weakness when he first came in was fake!
Now, all the thugs in the room were handcuffed. Those who were in better health squatted with their heads in their hands, while those who were in worse health could only lie down.
Jian Ruo held the gun steadily, and suddenly moved the muzzle slightly, and fired a shot at the side of Ying Ge's thigh.
The bullet accurately tore through Yingge's pants, leaving a medium-sized wound on the side of his thigh.
The sound of gunfire echoed through the building.
The air was silent for a moment.
Chen Jincai raised his eyebrows. Jian Ruochen's skills with guns are no worse than any of them!
A shot was fired, and the bullet was like a light cut into a person.
What kind of precise control is this?
Brother Ying stared blankly at the wound on the side of his leg gradually oozing blood.
A hint of red spread along the edge of the jeans.
He seemed to feel the pain at this moment, and suddenly curled up, covered his legs with his hands, and screamed hoarsely with his mouth wide open: "...Ah...Ah!"
Jian Ruochen lowered his eyes and looked at him, "What's your name? What are you doing here? What's here? Where are the goods from the factory hidden?"
Jian Ruochen will always remember the words on the wallpaper of the mobile phone that was sent back to her after her mother’s death: being kind to criminals is committing a crime against the people.
He turned the gun and pointed it at Yingge's head.
"Yao...Yao Yingzhe..."
Yao Yingzhe finally felt the fear of death.
He curled up on the ground, half of his lower body was numb, and he could only lean back dragging his injured leg. The narrow gap was easy to enter but difficult to exit, turning the entire space into a fish basket that was only accessible but not exitable.
The means that were previously used to restrain the enemy have now become a tool to entangle oneself.
You could hear a pin drop in the room.
Everyone was shocked by Jian Ruochen's aura.
Chen Jincai swallowed his saliva.
Rationally, he knew that Jian Ruochen would not shoot and kill the suspect at will.
But emotionally, I felt that Jian Ruochen might really kill Yao Yingzhe in a rage.
Yao Yingzhe remained silent for too long, and Jian Ruochen raised his left hand to pull the bolt. The previous empty shell was thrown out and fell to the ground with a ding sound.
As if urging.
Everyone knows that once the shell is ejected, the second shot can be fired.
Yao Yingzhe was almost driven crazy by this sense of urgency between life and death. He turned to look at the other two policemen who were well-known on the street.
Chen Jincai was standing in the corner of the room, with his thugs squatting at his feet.
Guan Yingjun stood behind Jian Ruochen, his gun loaded and tightly held in his hand, like a furious statue of the King of Hell.
Yao Yingzhe closed his eyes slightly and said very quickly: "Hide the goods here, Brother Lu... Brother Lu asked me to move the goods and hide the lunch boxes here."
Jian Ruochen didn't hear the whereabouts of the drugs, so he lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "You are so ridiculous. You have fallen into this situation and still help Lu Qian hide the drugs? Do you think he will be grateful to you?"
Yao Yingzhe felt cold all over. He opened his mouth but shook his head desperately. Tears streamed down his face and he looked extremely miserable.
How could Lu Qian be grateful to him? That person would only think he was useless.
Jian Ruochen curved her eyebrows, smiled softly and asked, "Will you tell me or not?"
The room was surrounded by a sense of majesty and oppression, but the expression on Jian Ruochen's face was no different from usual.
When he smiled, his eyebrows were curved, his brow peaks were pressed down, and the ends of his eyebrows drooped. If you ignore those captivating eyes, this face can be described as gentle.
Guan Yingjun's eyes fell on Jian Ruochen, as if he was nailing him.
Under the heavy pressure, Yao Yingzhe finally collapsed. "The lunch boxes were all on the fifth floor, pork and watermelon were scattered between the 8th and 12th floors, eggplant and grass were on the 13th floor, and some golden eggs and fruits were on the top floor."
Jian Ruochen: ...
What vegetable market?
I don't understand any of them except pork.
Actually, it was Guan Yingjun who taught him what pork represents...
The old-fashioned pistol is quite heavy and it is tiring to lift it.
Jian Ruochen put down his gun.
Yao Yingzhe immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but there was still a tiny glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that the people in the room would disperse because of the information he gave.
This way, maybe I can escape when no one is paying attention.
Chen Jincai also breathed a sigh of relief.
Jian Ruochen made it look as if it were real; he was really afraid that the criminal would be killed.
This was the first time he saw Jian Ruochen judging someone. The sense of oppression was the same as what was said, but Jian Ruochen didn't say much...
He walked to Guan Yingjun's side and nudged him with his elbow, "Ai, this little god of wealth seems to be interrogating people in the same way as you. Aren't they both forcing confessions? Shoot one, ask one question."
Guan Yingjun glanced at Chen Jincai with pity.
Chen Jincai:?
What's that look?
What does this fleeting disdain mean?
Guan Yingjun said, "Jian Ruochen's questions were very rhythmic, and his seemingly useless actions were also useful. He had a good time to throw away the shell just now. The room was very quiet at that time, and the sound of the shell falling to the ground had a psychological effect. If it were you, you would definitely eject the shell immediately after firing the first shot."
Chen Jincai: …
The teachers at the police academy repeatedly told us to eject the shell immediately and be ready for the next bullet at any time...
You speak as if you are not like that.
He felt that Guan Yingjun was so strange, so strange that it made him feel uneasy all over.
Chen Jincai changed the subject, "You guys stay here and watch over them, I'll take the others up there to hand over the goods?"
Jian Ruochen shook his head, "There are a lot of people in the building, let's not separate, let's wait until CIB and the others arrive."
When it comes to delivering goods, Ji Bailou and Guan Yingjun are the professionals. But Sir Guan is now almost like a commander without troops, with only him and Song Xuyi by his side.
There is no place to display all my talents.
Yao Yingzhe, who was leaning against the wall in the corner, had a gloomy look in his eyes. The last glimmer of hope in his heart was shattered by Jian Ruochen's words. He sat in the corner in a daze.
He was just a small boss in the underworld with a low status. He had sold too many items and was caught in the act. Now that he was in the hands of the police, he would not have a good ending.
What's even more shocking is that...someone from CIB actually came...
But what about the ghosts they buried in the police station?
Why didn't you pass on the message?
Could it be that the ghost was caught?
But why was their undercover agent in the police station exposed?
Yao Yingzhe thought of the lunch box lost in the 1892 Bar.
As soon as Jian Ruochen and the faceless poison boss arrived, their transit station was exposed.
Jian Ruochen had just made a big noise in the hall, and they dropped a lunch box when they were retreating.
During the retreat, Lao Ba was obviously lazing around outside, but the people in the kitchen said that the window was opened because Lao Ba felt hot...
If you think about it carefully, more than half a month ago, the man in black who claimed to be the drug master next to Jian Ruochen had almost the same figure as Guan Yingjun.
There are not many Asians in Hong Kong who are 1.95 meters tall!
The more Yao Yingzhe thought about it, the more shocked he became, and the more he looked at Jian Ruochen and Guan Yingjun, the more he felt that they were like evil spirits seeking his life.
His defeat today was all because of the young man in front of him who was not even twenty years old!
Everyone waited there for a while, during which time Guan Yingjun applied mint ointment on his philtrum twice, which made Jian Ruochen curious.
He moved closer and felt that the thing looked like a Thai nasal cannula, a small plastic tube, simple but familiar.
There is peppermint oil on one side and a tube-shaped inhaler on the other.
In my previous life, before college exams, the library was full of people smoking this.
When a 70-year-old retired senior came to the China Criminal Police College to give a lecture on drug control, he was almost frightened to death by a male college student born in the 2010s in the front row.
This thing really tastes like...
Jian Ruochen thought about the taste of the mint and felt that it only smelled cold. The mint oil on the back didn't seem to have any smell. Could it really deodorize?
Maybe this one from the 90s can deodorize...
The long silence was really exhausting.
Chen Jincai, who likes the hustle and bustle, couldn't help but say to Jian Ruochen: "Today, thanks to Mr. Guan, he is lucky that he still kept the habit of CIB and brought all the equipment, otherwise I really don't know what to do."
Jian Ruochen said "hmm" and didn't say anything else.
Guan Yingjun stood straight, as still as a mountain.
But in his mind flashed the image of Jian Ruochen leaning against the car door and praising someone a month ago, and also the image of Jian Ruochen being businesslike in recent days. His breathing stagnated slightly, and he turned around to handcuff Yao Yingzhe. He pulled his hands outward slightly, and the handcuffs were immediately locked tightly.
Jian Ruochen looked at it and curved his lips.
Sir Guan is quite interesting. He actually competes with himself.
Hong Kong is an open place. Even in the 1990s, few people were single until the age of 26.
So when the Sham Shui Po police officer squatted outside and said that Kwan Ying-kwan had never dated anyone, he just thought it was a joke.
But looking at it now... Sir Guan doesn't seem to have talked about it before.
Jian Ruochen had the urge to tease Guan Yingjun.
He turned his head and said to Chen Jincai, "Mr. Chen reacted very quickly. He followed Yao Yingzhe as soon as he said he would, and he also helped us to stop the car. If it weren't for Mr. Chen, we might not have been able to follow him here."
Chen Jincai felt so excited by the praise.
Good at talking.
He scratched his head, "Would you consider working with me?"
Guan Yingjun pulled out a piece of black tape and put it over Yao Yingzhe's mouth with an expressionless face.
Jian Ruochen curled his lips.
Chen Jincai: …
He looked at Jian Ruochen and then at Guan Yingjun, feeling more and more itchy all over, and fell into awkward silence.
Fortunately, Ji Bailou arrived very quickly.
He moved so quietly that he didn't even make any sound.
Ji Bailou also brought a team of police officers from the Narcotics Investigation Division, a large group of them, all armed with guns.
For a moment, Jian Ruochen only heard the roars coming from his ears:
"Don't move, don't move!"
"Hold your head with your hands!"
“Get down!”
With a "bang", no one knew who fired the first shot.
Immediately afterwards, a series of "thump, thump, thump" sounds rang in my ears.
Jian Ruochen stretched his neck but could not see anything. He could only see the flickering light coming from a compartment not far away.
"Ji Sir! Someone is chasing the dragon on the 13th floor!"
Ji Bailou glanced at Jian Ruochen's bewildered face and explained, "Chasing the dragon means sucking."
Jian Ruochen suddenly realized and asked curiously, "What about the eggplant, watermelon, fruit, golden eggs and grass?"
Guan Yingjun whispered, "It's ketamine, heroin, ecstasy, a gold watch, and marijuana."
Ji Bailou: ...
Look at yourself, who asked you?
Isn’t it him that Xiao Chen is asking about?
How can brothers interrupt each other?
Jian Ruochen looked at Guan Yingjun, who was both trying to compete and enduring hardship, and his bad thoughts started bubbling out.
He turned his head and asked Ji Bailou: "Is it true?"
Ji Bailou felt relieved immediately.
The water is so evenly distributed! The little god of wealth is really good at distributing rain and dew equally.
He smiled and said, “It’s true.”
Guan Yingjun licked his upper lip, and the tip of his tongue was stung by the peppermint oil that fell on his upper lip.
"Sir Ji! Level 5 cleared!"
"Sir Ji! The 6th floor has been cleared!"
"…12th floor cleared."
"The 14th floor has been cleared, and the entire building has been confirmed to be complete! Please give instructions!"
Jian Ruochen looked around and saw that Ji Bailou had brought at least 30 people, divided into five teams of 6 in each group.
He looked up, feeling inexplicably lost.
Oh, if only Lu Qian wasn’t so careful, if only Lu Qian came to transfer it himself.
If Lu Qian was there, he might have been forced to the rooftop and heard others say to him: Stop it, Brother Lu. There are police officers everywhere below.
Jian Ruochen walked beside Guan Yingjun and followed Ji Bailou down from a distance.
When they reached the fourth floor or so, there was a small balcony nearby. Yao Yingzhe, who was sandwiched between Song Xuyi and another young police officer, unexpectedly broke free from the shackles, stretched his body out with all his might, and flipped out onto the balcony!
Jian Ruochen's pupils constricted.
But Guan Yingjun suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Yao Yingzhe's collar with one hand and dragged him back, then used both hands to gain leverage, lifted him up hard, and threw him to the ground.
He was angry, but he couldn't tell anyone, so he said to Yao Yingzhe in a sinister tone: "You can only die when the court says so."
"You can't make the decision yourself."
Yao Yingzhe stared blankly at the dim sky of Kowloon Walled City. It was already completely dark outside.
He suddenly sobbed and dropped a tear.
Jian Ruochen knew that these were not tears of regret for committing a crime, but tears of fear.
Late January, 1993.
The three teams of the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit were dispatched to clear out the Kowloon Walled City together with the West Kowloon Criminal Intelligence Bureau and the Narcotics Investigation Bureau. The police officers arrested 60 drug dealers and thugs in the west wing building and took them all back to the detention center.
Fortunately, the detention center of the West Kowloon Regional Police Station is large enough, otherwise it might not be able to accommodate so many detainees.
Superintendent Lin Yazhi of the West Kowloon Criminal Investigation Division stood upstairs, looking at the criminals who were being pushed back in droves, and glanced to the side, "Liu Qishang, Guan Yingjun and Ji Bailou are clearing drugs, what are you doing?"
Liu Qishang: …
"I am responsible for the follow-up clearance, I have no part in the front line."
He placed the bouquet on Lin Yazhi's desk. Before he could speak, he heard Lin Yazhi say, "Then the follow-up clearance of Kowloon Walled City will be handed over to you. Is the ICAC so lax in management? Kowloon Walled City will be demolished soon, and there are still so many forces entrenched in it! Are you doing your job well? You must complete the work within a month, otherwise I will go to the ICAC Superintendent's Department and file a complaint against you."
Lin Yazhi rolled her eyes and muttered, "All you think about is falling in love all day long."
Liu Qishang surrendered immediately, "Okay, okay, yes madam."
Lin Yazhi smiled and said, "If it weren't for Jian Ruochen, I wonder when you would be able to complete the task of clearing out the Walled City! You must go and thank our West Kowloon God of Wealth!"
Ever since Jian Ruochen came along, everyone in the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit, from bottom to top, had hopes of getting promoted and getting a pay raise.
The little god of wealth was not at all secretive. Even though we had only met a few times, it was very comfortable to get along with him.
Liu Qishang said: "Okay, madam, can I invite you to dinner?"
Lin Yazhi's expression changed immediately, "Sorry, I have to work, can we have dinner another day?"
When Jian Ruochen came back, he happened to see Liu Qishang walking out dejectedly.
Liu Qishang said: "Oh, thank you for helping our ICAC to remove a cancer!"
Jian Ruochen: Hmm?
Ji Bailou: "You really should thank him. We all should thank him."
If this performance drops and is converted into money, it would be enough to make my head hurt.
"Yes, yes." Even the team leader of the Narcotics Investigation Division came to shake hands with Jian Ruochen and thank him.
Jian Ruochen shook hands with them one by one until his hands were sore.
Looking back, Guan Yingjun was outside the crowd with drooping eyelids. He didn't say anything and didn't take any credit.
The evil in his heart began to bubble up again. The more Guan Yingjun remained silent, with an appearance of forbearance and restraint, the more people wanted to tease him.
Jian Ruochen smiled with ease and said, "Ah, actually I have to thank Guan Sir this time. It was only thanks to the map that Guan Sir brought that I was able to find out that something was wrong with the building! Not only did he have the ability to get the three-dimensional map of Kowloon Walled City, he also brought all the equipment, including flash bombs, hypnotic gas, etc. I could never have imagined it."
After a string of words came out, everyone's attention immediately drifted to Guan Yingjun.
Everyone looked at each other. They have always known that Sir Guan is capable, but Guan Yingjun has a bad temper and his methods are a bit extreme. He is a well-known troublemaker in West Kowloon.
Guan Yingjun is well-known for not liking to be praised by others.
"How does that sentence go?"
Some police officers were whispering to each other.
Another person imitated the words perfectly, folded his arms and said, "Instead of wasting your time here, why not go finish the report you owe?"
Ji Bailou thought to himself, can people be the same?
His brother has been waiting for this compliment all the way!
Ji Bailou turned and looked at Guan Yingjun.
Guan Yingjun looked at Jian Ruochen's smile, and his heartstrings were deeply touched.
He stared straight at the bright white smiling face under the light, as if he wanted to carve it into his head.
He suddenly took a step forward, and before he could say anything, a sentence came from the TV in the hall -
"Congratulations to Jane's Electronic Technology Group for coming from behind and becoming the most promising stock. It is hard to get a single share now! Today we have invited the expert who developed this portable computer to introduce this epoch-making product to us."
The expert had gray hair on his temples and could barely stand steadily. He bowed immediately as he stepped onto the stage.
He said: "First of all, I would like to thank Mr. Jian Ruochen for his insightful eyesight."
Everyone turned around at once, looking at Jian Ruochen with burning eyes.
who?
The expert looked very socially anxious and spoke haltingly: "Originally, when we were at Jiang's, our research and development was once unable to proceed. It was Mr. Jian Ruochen who bought this company at a critical moment and invested another 200 million yuan to help us complete the project."
His eyes moistened, and he choked up and said, "This is my lifelong goal, but Jiang's Group only operates an electronic technology company to evade taxes. We have never had enough funds until the people sent by Mr. Jian took over the company. Thank you, Mr. Jian Ruochen, for handing me the last section of the stone platform."
Jian Ruochen touched the tip of his nose under the gaze of his colleagues, this..."
He actually didn't know that 200 million had been invested.
Stocks have become difficult to buy... which probably means you can make a lot of money.
But he didn't know how to earn it...
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