Chapter 58: A Great Victory
As soon as the words fell, the robber's eyes were red with anger, "You gave that 50 million on purpose!"
"No."
Jian Ruochen spoke innocently, "Faced with the threat of guns, I had no choice but to buy the hostage's life from you for 50 million. All the victims can testify for me, but who can testify for you?"
He squatted down to look the robber in the eye and said word by word: "I was forced."
Gong Yingjie: What a forced feeling!
What a pretty face, and such a talkative mouth.
The robber gritted his teeth.
He knelt on the ground, and a muffled sound like the growl of a trapped animal came from his throat.
The scar on the man's face was extremely hideous. "You said you would help me make it bigger..."
"Don't I?" Jian Ruochen smelled the delicious aroma of the red oil hot pot and sighed, "The entire STN news department is focused on this incident. The prime-time news has a total of ten minutes, and five minutes are given to you."
He tilted his head and asked back, "How big of a fuss is considered big?"
The robber was speechless for a moment.
He dropped his eyes and weighed the pros and cons.
The Hong Kong police have recently launched a massive anti-gang campaign. Those in prison are either drug dealers or gang members. There must be people from their superiors in there.
Anyway, life imprisonment is a foregone conclusion, so it’s time to talk about the previous owner.
Not only will he have no one to protect him in prison, he will also be targeted by his boss's thugs who are already in prison.
Life can't possibly be easy.
No, you absolutely cannot say that!
Gong Yingjie sighed, "This kind of person is very stubborn. It will take three or four days to break him down."
He looked to his side and said, "Sir Guan, why don't you take the man back for questioning?"
Guan Yingjun said: "Wait a little longer."
Gong Yingjie hesitated.
What can you expect by waiting? Could Jian Ruochen still figure it out during the on-the-spot investigation?
Is Guan Yingjun a little too blindly trusting of Consultant Jian?
The robber had a numb expression.
He slumped on the ground, his face red from the alcohol, and laughed crazily, "Sir Jian, although we did get paid to do this...but the person who paid has never shown up, I really don't know who he is."
Gong Yingjie shouted: "You're lying! I'll embarrass you..."
He swallowed back the curse words that were about to burst out of his mouth and glanced at Jian Ruochen, who seemed out of place in this environment.
Talking dirty in front of the little god of wealth... is a bit indecent.
Gong Yingjie turned his head and pointed at the robber: "Try to tell me another lie!"
The robber laughed, "Sir, are you trying to scare me? Do you think I don't know that it's hard for Hong Kong police to shoot? It's outrageous for you to just hit my hands and feet, do you dare to hit my head?"
He put his head under Gong Yingjie's gun and said, "Come on, shoot."
Gong Yingjie cursed inwardly, put his finger outside the trigger guard, and tightened his grip on the gun.
The suspect has lost the ability to fight back.
He literally couldn't shoot.
Jian Ruochen reached out, grabbed the muzzle of the gun and pressed it down, "Gong Sir, it's okay, forget it if he doesn't say anything."
Gong Yingjie: "How can this be possible!"
The robber also turned his head in surprise and doubt.
Jian Ruochen laughed briefly, "You don't think you can live peacefully in prison if you don't reveal the name of your boss, do you?"
The robber widened his eyes slightly.
Was his thoughts seen through?
But what if it’s revealed?
As long as he refuses to tell the truth, the Hong Kong police will not torture him to extract a confession.
The police here don't have that right!
Jian Ruochen half-closed his eyes and spoke calmly, "Your equipment is camouflage uniforms, military bulletproof vests, and automatic rifles. To put it in a bigger way, you are pretending to be a soldier to carry out organized robbery, which is an aggravated crime."
He reached out and tore off the fake epaulettes on the robber's shoulders. "Do you know what the next level above life imprisonment is?"
Two words popped up in everyone's mind - death penalty.
After the execution date of Jiang Mingshan was announced, Hong Kong's death penalty system was no longer in name only.
From now on, the bullets on the execution ground will really be fired.
Jian Ruochen said coldly: "You now have a chance to reduce your sentence. Do you want to end it all by dying, or live in prison? It's all up to you."
Gong Yingjie stroked the handle of his gun and his blood boiled as he listened.
He even had some sweat on his back.
As we were chatting that day, it came to pass that the criminal's sentence had expired.
As time went by, the performance of their criminal investigation department started to rise rapidly.
It feels so good, I can win even if I just lie down.
He turned to look at Guan Yingjun, "Have you been living this comfortable life every day in the past few months?"
Guan Yingjun glanced at him sideways and took a step forward. "From your accent and taste, you don't look like Hong Kong people."
The red oil hotpot was still bubbling, and the piece of tripe had been burnt to the point of being old and curled up, shrinking to the size of a hair tie, looking like a gray rubber band.
The robber swallowed.
The frustration and horror of the plan being completely exposed almost made people collapse.
Guan Yingjun asked: "Did they sneak here from the mainland?"
Jian Ruochen continued, "The illegal immigrants colluded with local gangs to murder Hong Kong citizens, and also pretended to be soldiers to rob more than 50 million."
"Wow." He exclaimed, "You are so good at choosing. It's enough to be shot twice."
Jian Ruochen smiled and said, "Are you really going to die without telling me?"
The robber wanted to weigh in, but his men couldn't wait.
"Boss, tell me! We follow you to make a lot of money, not to die!"
"Brother... I beg you, brother, I don't want to die yet..."
The aroma of hometown food still lingers in the air.
The whole world was celebrating the previous second, and they had even thought about what house to buy, what car to drive, and who to marry when they got home.
At this moment, I have fallen into a situation where I have no control over myself.
This month's debauchery and sensual pleasures turned out to be nothing but a dream.
"Brother, I beg you, just think of it as saving your brother."
"We have come here from the inland areas, crossing mountains and rivers, and have been with you through thick and thin. We have long been prepared to be caught, but we don't want to die!"
The robber's eyes were red and a shiver of fear crept up from his tailbone to his neck.
Jian Ruochen seemed to be talking to him, but in fact he was putting pressure on five people at the same time!
He listened to his brother's crying and finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Compared to death, what is being targeted in prison?
Life imprisonment means life imprisonment, and if you behave well you can get a reduced sentence!
The robber said dejectedly: "We cooperated with the Leopard Head of the Chaoyi Gang, took on the mission, and did the work for money."
"My boss is the Chaoyi Gang, but I'm not sure who the Chaoyi Gang belongs to."
The man laughed miserably, "That's all the news."
Jian Ruochen was thoughtful.
Not far away, the police officer in charge of searching the room dragged a woven bag and said, "Mr. Gong, we found the stolen money from their trade with the gang."
The zipper of the woven bag was pulled open with a "hiss".
The pounds inside were revealed.
GBP?
Jian Ruochen turned to look at Guan Yingjun and asked quietly, "The last time I took Lu Qian's job to kill my taxi driver, I think he got paid in pounds as well?"
Guan Yingjun lowered his head and whispered in a low voice, "Yes. According to my informant, the Chaoyi Gang is related to the Lu family. Do you remember Huang Youquan?"
An image of a yellow-haired man happily counting money in the Longting Bar emerged in Jian Ruochen's mind.
He nodded.
When the boy nodded, his long tied hair swayed with his movements, making him look particularly well-behaved.
Guan Yingjun followed the swaying hair, "He is my undercover agent in the Chaoyi Gang."
He paused, "According to his information, the Chaoyi Gang took action several times, ostensibly for gang expansion, but actually to help Lu Qian clear obstacles in the market."
Jian Ruochen murmured: "Lu Qian?"
He gritted his teeth and said, "It's him again... This guy is very cautious and hard to catch."
What a scum who is causing chaos in Hong Kong!
There was anger flashing in the boy's eyes, like a raging fire, scorching and intimidating, but his face was so ethereal that even when he was angry, he had a unique charm.
Guan Yingjun retracted his gaze, "That's why the Kowloon West Regional Police Department would want to eat their flesh alive."
The two spoke a few words side by side.
On the other side, Gong Yingjie had already dealt with the robbers at the scene, put them in the car, and even found most of the stolen goods hidden around the house.
The pile of gold had not yet had time to be soaked in the sea, and it was still dry and shining with golden light.
It's so dazzling that it makes people's eyes dazzled.
Gong Yingjie narrowed his eyes and dragged the sack over. "Mr. Guan, Mr. Jian, here are your things."
Jian Ruochen grabbed a row of gold bills and stuffed them into Gong Yingjie's arms, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Gong."
Gong Yingjie held the money, feeling a little overwhelmed.
Where is the hard work?
He felt that he was just following Jian Ruochen to support the situation.
They just fired guns and shouted, but did nothing.
Jian Ruochen smiled and said, "What I said to the media was just a temporary measure. I'm sorry for not discussing it with you. Now that the man has been caught, you can report to the media."
"There must be a lot of reporters gathered in front of the West Kowloon Regional Police Station. You can hold a press conference to publicize the progress of the case and let the people of Hong Kong see the strength of Kowloon."
Sir Gong sighed.
Jian Ruochen actually thought of all the opportunities for him to become famous.
Jian Ruochen clasped his hands together and bowed again, "If you run into our STN reporters at the press conference, remember to take care of them and let them ask more questions."
Gong Yingjie looked at the young man with a "please, please" expression on his face, but he knew in his heart that this was a way to give him a way out.
Not only did it give them a way out, it also gave the Criminal Investigation Division face and achievements. Even the interrogation was conducted on the spot, which was just a matter of feeding them food.
He stretched out a hand and patted his chest loudly, "No problem, when we hold case press conferences in the future, we will definitely let STN Media be the official media of Team B of the Criminal Investigation Department!"
Jian Ruochen smiled and said, "Thank you, Sir Gong!"
Gong Yingjie looked at Jian Ruochen who was smiling like a flower, and then looked at Guan Yingjun who was packing up the money and banknotes beside him.
Oh, what a cheerful little god of wealth.
Why did you end up in Group A?
However, when they were arresting the criminal just now, Guan Yingjun and Jian Ruochen cooperated very well.
During the last joint investigation, Sir Guan acted on his own, but now he actually listens to others.
It is true that there is always something that can defeat something else.
Gong Yingjie thought and said, "Are you going back to the police station with us, or..."
"I won't go back." Jian Ruochen scratched the side of his face, "We are on vacation."
If he hadn't run into robbers, he would be at home wrapping red envelopes now.
"Okay." Gong Yingjie patted Jian Ruochen on the shoulder and said goodbye in a tough way, "Then see you in two days when we go to Wong Tai Sin Temple!"
Other members of the Criminal Investigation Division also came to say goodbye.
"Thank you, our little God of Wealth, for bringing us our first performance of the new year!"
"Yes, yes, if it weren't for you, we don't know how long it would take to investigate this case!"
Someone joked: "I must have gone from house to house with the robbers' escape route map. I might have run myself ragged and even missed the Spring Festival. Thanks to you, we can have a happy New Year."
Jian Ruochen felt embarrassed by the compliment and waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no. It's Gong Sir who is willing to trust me."
Gong Yingjie's hand holding the gold banknotes trembled, and he suddenly felt that the New Year's money was too hot to hold. After thinking about it, he forced himself to find a reason to give back: "Okay, leave the anti-gang thing to us. I will call you as soon as there is any news from the Chaoyi Gang."
Jian Ruochen smiled sincerely, "Okay, okay, let's share the news, Sir Gong is so generous!"
Gong Yingjie was flattered by the praise.
Guan Yingjun put away the two suitcases and reminded, "Mr. Gong."
"Oh, oh, oh, it's time for me to leave too." Gong Yingjie clasped his fists towards Jian Ruochen, "Have a good new year, and consider joining our group after the new year."
Jian Ruochen replied with the second half of the sentence, imitating Sir Gong's martial arts posture and clasping his fists, "Bye, have a good new year."
After the investigation department retreated.
Jian Ruochen immediately ran out of the red brick house, sat on the rocks and took off his shoes.
During the interrogation just now, the sand and stones in my shoes irritated my feet.
He almost failed, but luckily he held on.
Jian Ruochen took off his sneakers and fell onto the beach, patting his sides again and again. Fine yellow sand and pebbles fell out and landed on the beach.
This is the disadvantage of low-top sneakers, but Sir Guan doesn’t have this problem when he wears leather boots.
How about buying a pair of leather boots?
Guan Yingjun stood far away, his eyes fixed on Jian Ruochen.
The boy sat on a rock near the sea, with the endless sea behind him.
The waves rolled as if they wanted to take away the little fairy riding the wind.
The evening sea breeze was filled with a salty smell, and he felt a little panicked and dizzy.
"Jian Ruochen..." Guan Yingjun shouted.
Very light.
After Jian Ruochen poured the sand on his left foot, he moved on to his right foot, making the sides of his shoes bang loudly, but he didn't hear anything at all.
The sound was blown away by the sea breeze.
Guan Yingjun looked at it for a while, and finally turned around and went to a small supermarket near the seaside square.
Jian Ruochen finished dealing with the sand, and then he felt relaxed. He turned around and said, "Sir Guan..."
Where are the people?
Two suitcases were placed side by side, and there was no one around.
The sea breeze blew his hair up. He raised his hand to fix the frizzy ponytail, combed it smooth and put it aside.
Jian Ruochen walked a few steps carefully along the edge of the beach. When he looked up, he saw Guan Yingjun standing not far away holding a red plastic bag. He felt like he should restrain himself and return to propriety, and not look at anything inappropriate.
Guan Yingjun turned his back to the sea, his eyes fixed on the Kowloon-Canton Railway sign in the distance. The iron traditional Chinese characters had rusted and looked dilapidated and decadent.
He looked at the words, but his mind was full of Jian Ruochen, like the rolling waves, making him feel uneasy and irritable.
His last indulgence was an overstepping of his bounds, and he couldn't do that again and again.
Jian Ruochen is a boy with independent judgment, inner toughness, clear goals, fairness and perseverance.
To offend him seemed like blasphemy.
Love is sometimes like a game. He has already lost once. Being impulsive again will only discourage people. He must not be impatient.
Guan Yingjun took a breath.
His eyes closed and slowly opened again, "I'll catch you."
Jian Ruochen heard this as soon as he walked in, "Who are you going to arrest?"
Guan Yingjun turned around when he heard the voice, but did not answer directly, and asked, "Are you done?"
Jian Ruochen hummed, his eyes fell on his hands, "Is there a small shop here?"
"Yes." Guan Yingjun opened the plastic bag, and two pieces of red oil hot pot base wrapped in plastic were sunk in the bag. "I saw them eating, so I knew there might be a small shop nearby selling it. Although this is the way people eat it in the mainland, it's not like the one in Guangzhou. I'm afraid it won't work if you just bring it with you, as it will easily go bad, so they must have bought it on the spot."
"The labor force from the mainland is cheap. The area near the Kowloon-Canton Railway is full of mainlanders who come to work, so the kiosks here have this."
Jian Ruochen looked at the two pieces of red oil, and a tumbling tripe appeared in his mind. "Where is the store? I want to buy some, too."
Guan Yingjun closed the bag and handed it forward, "Here, I don't eat spicy food."
Jian Ruochen took it, looked at the hot pot base and then at Guan Yingjun.
It’s not good to take it for nothing…
"It's a pity that you don't eat spicy food, otherwise we could eat together. How can I thank you? How about I burn a stick of incense for you at the Wong Tai Sin Temple?"
Guan Yingjun paused and was about to speak when the pager in his pocket rang.
Jian Ruochen moved closer.
There was a line of words on the green pixel screen: [Lu Qian’s entry and exit to Tianquandu Entertainment City has been closed, and there are no other abnormalities. 】
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At this time, in Tianquan City.
Lu Qian was enjoying himself in the constant temperature hot spring swimming pool, with Jiang Hanyu sitting beside him in a one-piece swimsuit.
Lu Qian touched Jiang Hanyu's face and asked softly, "Jian Ruochen was robbed of 50 million but he made such a big fuss. Isn't it too deliberate... Do you think he is just hyping up STN or does he want to do something else?"
Jian Ruochen is really too smart, we have to be on guard against him.
Jiang Hanyu felt creepy when he was touched.
He shuddered slightly, and buried his head in Lu Qian's shoulder to hide his expression. "I don't know either, brother. Why don't you sell my property? If you sell it, you won't have to work so hard. I have to come to Tianquandu to work before the New Year."
Sold it...those gray industries are no longer in his hands.
Jiang Mingshan’s death penalty is too scary, he can’t do anything that will kill him.
Lu Qian shook his head, "What your father left behind are all cash cows."
He touched Jiang Hanyu's hair and said, "By the way, the blood source has been found. It's up to you whether you want a blood transfusion or a blood exchange in the future."
Jiang Hanyu's breathing stagnated, "I knew you were the best to me."
He looked up softly, "After the New Year... can you take me to the financial party? I want to eat the cake there."
Lu Qian seemed to be smiling, and grabbed the neck of the person beside him, and gently held his fingers, flirting and threatening: "Xiao Han, I just helped you find the blood source, and you want to go to the financial party to meet a new man? Honey, you can't have it all, don't be so obvious. In terms of acting skills and intelligence, you are not as good as Jian Ruochen."
Jiang Hanyu's eyes widened in horror, and he heard Lu Qian whisper in his ear: "I told you, as long as you behave, I can give you everything. Xiaohan, why don't you love me as much as before?"
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Jian Ruochen sneezed in the sea breeze, "Ah Qiu——"
He said in a muffled voice: "The Tianquan has already been closed, why is Lu Qian still going there?"
Could there be some other mystery in there?
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