Chapter 99 Ascension, Lin Kun’s underground workshop

"this"

Wuying was speechless for a long time, looking at Ji Bu with admiration in his eyes:

"Boss, your little thoughts are just like that little sow's bad omens, one after another!"

"puff"

Ji Bu almost choked on his cigarette: "Pushing, are you praising me or scolding me in a roundabout way?"

"real."

Wuying glanced at the crowd of people watching in the rearview mirror, stepped on the accelerator and drove away: "If it were me, I would have lost my temper."

"If I had known that Liangkun was the traitor when I was in Wanwan, I would have killed him immediately."

"Learn slowly."

Ji Bu said the next sentence lightly.

The two of them galloped along, first contacting Aji, and after confirming that the scene was over, everyone dispersed.

One o'clock in the evening.

When Ji Bu returned home, A'e was already asleep.

After briefly washing up, he ordered some noodles for himself, sat down by the phone with the noodles in his hands, and dialed Miao Zhihua's phone number.

The call is connected.

The two communicated with each other in secret codes.

"Push to the street!"

Miao Zhihua spoke anxiously: "What happened at Baishawan Pier tonight, wasn't it too outrageous?!"

previously.

Ji Bu had called him to inform him that there was a small operation at Baishawan Pier tonight and asked them to come over later.

Miao Zhihua agreed without much thought, but who knew what would happen when he arrived at the scene.

"How can such a small scene be called outrageous?"

Ji Bu shook his head and denied it. He casually stuffed the instant noodles into his mouth and sucked the noodles very smoothly:

"It's such a small thing, is it so difficult to lose the seedlings, Sir?" Then he muttered: "Oh, there is too much salt, it's a bit salty."

"How about I call you boss..."

Miao Zhihua patted his forehead speechlessly: "I've been busy this evening. I just returned to the police station and haven't sat down yet. You, old man, are quite leisurely."

"Go back and take a look at the traces of the battle on Baishawan Pier yourself, including the bullet casings left at the scene."

The more he talked, the more speechless he became: "The bullet casings we collected from the scene, if you don't know, you would think that you are going to knock down the Hong Kong Island Police Department. Is this a trivial matter?"

"Do you know that I am sitting on the stool now and don't know how to write the report on this case tonight? I have a headache."

Having said that.

But Miao Zhihua still controlled his tone very well. It was just that it was difficult to express himself, and he did not blame Ji Bu.

"hehe."

When Ji Bu heard Miao Zhihua's "It's hard for me" tone, he felt a little cute for no reason, and couldn't help but laugh:

"Okay, okay, I know Sir Miao has worked hard, so I specially left a tail for you at the scene."

He took out the cigarette, wiped his mouth first and then lit the cigarette:

"At the dock next to the unloading area, I sank a bag of flour in a waterproof bag into the sea. You go back and find someone to hook up the bag of flour."

"ah?"

Miao Zhihua responded suspiciously. Listening to Ji Bu's words, he couldn't get his point right away.

"There were so many dead on the pier, right?"

Ji Bu took a puff of his cigarette and continued talking: "One of them is called Mencha. He is the son of the big drug lord from northern Myanmar, the Eight-faced Buddha."

"The son of a major drug lord, the flour found at the scene, and the brutal fighting scene. This is obviously a drama between two gangs who were trading flour, and then the two sides fought."

"Then, our team, Sir Miao Zhihua Miao, rushed to the scene and started a fierce fight with the two groups of criminals. Finally, the two groups of criminal gangs were shot dead at the pier, so the general public please do not panic."

At this moment, Ji Bu seemed to be an experienced news spokesman, speaking very quickly:

"Look, all the evidence chains are listed neatly, and a case report on "combating drug traffickers in northern Myanmar" has come out."

"Tsk"

When Miao Zhihua heard this, he patted his head and said subconsciously: "It seems that this is really the case."

He only felt that it made sense, so he quickly took out his pen and started writing on the report what Ji Bu had just said.

The sound of a pen rubbing against paper could be heard on the other end of the phone.

"but."

Miao Zhihua seemed to have remembered something: "That Jingkun, Jingkun ran away. He ran to the downtown area and was beaten to death by a uniformed patrol policeman."

"If I say that this operation is completely within our plan, how can this Jingkun explain it?"

"He ran over with a gun. Although he was beaten to death by this military uniform, with so many people watching, it was inevitable that someone would complain."

Miao Zhihua was wondering in his mind whether he should go talk to this uniformed policeman.

"Ouch"

Ji Bu sighed, put out the cigarette butt, and continued eating noodles: "This will be easier to handle."

"The man in military uniform with glasses looked stupid. He shot Liangkun in the head, and he looked like he couldn't believe it."

He slurped the noodles and said vaguely: "You specially arranged for two reporters to interview him, and media outlets such as Asia Weekly were called over."

"You can say that you arranged this military uniform there, and you can figure out how to operate it yourself."

"He's not in Wan Chai's military uniform. Just give him the title of "Wan Chai Gunslinger" and give him the treatment of being on the cover of "Asia Weekly". It doesn't matter what you say."

"Yes."

Miao Zhihua slapped his forehead and called him an expert: "You can do it, kid. Why didn't I realize that you see so clearly before?"

"Hey, it's a trivial matter."

Ji Bu paused for a moment, flicked the ashes on the ashtray, and advised:

"Sir Miao, let me ask you, can we not just focus on Lin Kun's case? We should be more transparent."

"You, the chief inspector, made a mistake and were demoted. Although you can be promoted if you solve Lin Kun's case.

But in the process, if you solve many other cases, wouldn’t your resume be enriched instantly?”

"Pounce on the street."

Miao Zhihua couldn't help laughing and scolding after listening to Ji Bu's words, but there was an inexplicable ripple in his eyes, and warmth flowed in his heart:

"You brat."

Ji Bu, like his brother Ali, is the kind of person who looks cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

"Sir Miao, let me tell you, you have to thank me for giving you the credit."

Ji Bu listened to Miao Zhihua's tone and took the initiative to change the topic:

"Okay, last time for your daughter's birthday, I lent you five hundred to buy toys. It just so happened that you gave me five hundred to thank me for helping you get some credit, so we offset it."

"Go to the street."

Miao Zhihua laughed when he heard this and cursed: "You owe me what you owe me. You can't escape these five hundred mosquitoes."

"hehe."

The two chatted for a few more words and then hung up the phone.

At this time.

The bedroom light in the room is turned on.

A'e walked out of the room in her nightgown, probably preparing to go to the bathroom. When she saw Ji Bu appeared, her tone was surprised, with light in her eyes:

"Abu, are you back?!"

She ran over with her slippers on, realized the speed of her car and braked forcefully:

"When did you come back? Why didn't you tell me?"

In the past few days after returning from Wanwan, Ji Bu did not go home because Liangkun's matter had not been settled properly, and he stayed temporarily at Aji's place.

"Just came back today."

Ji Bu smiled and nodded: "You can rest, I will go to bed soon."

"ah"
To be continued...