Ji Bu glanced at the Eight-faced Buddha and his group who had already boarded the boat and left, and quickly called to Ma Zai to bring over the things he had prepared earlier.
Before the Bayan police arrived, he needed to do something in advance.
He called Song Zihao to him, motioned Song Zihao to lie down on the ground, took the box handed over by Ma Zai and started to take things out:
"Brother Hao, I will wrong you first."
Song Zihao was confused. He didn't know what kind of medicine Ji Bu Gourd was selling, but he had no choice but to let him go.
Ji Bu picked up the paintbrush he had prepared in advance, tore open Song Zihao's trousers on his thighs, and began to draw.
It didn't take long.
A highly simulated wound was presented under his pen. The 3D effect was well drawn and it looked just like the real thing.
Follow.
Ji Bu brought the plasma pack that he had prepared a long time ago, poured it on Song Zihao's thigh, and began to treat the wound.
"Tsk"
Wuying came up and raised his eyebrows to see Song Zihao, who had been "seriously injured" due to Ji Bu's operation, and couldn't help but click his tongue:
"Boss, when did you still have the skill to draw like this? When did you practice it? If you didn't keep in touch for two and a half years, you definitely wouldn't be able to achieve this effect."
"Get out!"
Ji Bu rolled his eyes angrily: "Don't mention two and a half years to me. Two and a half years is a derogatory term."
"Forehead"
The fly doesn't know why.
"Brother Hao."
Ji Bu raised his hand and patted Song Zihao's shoulder: "The next step depends on your acting skills. Act authentically and don't reveal your secrets."
soon.
Ji Bu started to finish work, and just as he packed up his things, the police arrived.
soon.
The piercing siren sounded on the Surabaya Pier, and the red and blue flashing police lights flashed in the dark night.
It didn't take long.
Inspector Wu Yusen led his large force to the scene. Many police officers filed out of their cars and surrounded them, and then they saw the tragic scene.
They have been working as police officers for many years, and at most they have witnessed gangsters stabbing each other with knives, but they have never seen such a bombed-out scene.
"vomit"
I don’t know who took the lead in vomiting, and then there were sounds of retching and vomiting all around.
"Ahem."
Inspector Wu took out the mouth cloth from his suit pocket and covered his mouth, and was led by Song Zijie to the center of the pier.
"Sir Wu."
Ji Bu stood up and went to meet him. He pointed at Liu Jian who was shot to death over there and spoke quickly:
"You came just in time. Liu Jian has been killed by us, and a large amount of white powder and arms were found from the scene."
"oh?!"
Inspector Wu's eyes suddenly lit up as he looked at the things that his men had moved out of the warehouse. They had all kinds of white powder weapons, and the quantity was astonishing.
"very good!"
Inspector Wu's eyes shone brightly and he nodded with satisfaction.
At the beginning.
He was also worried that because there was too much movement at the scene, there might be consequences that he could not bear.
But when he saw the things seized at the scene, he knew that tonight's matter was just for him, with only credit and no responsibility.
"Nice job."
After a short wait, Inspector Wu smiled happily as he listened to the inventory of the scene reported by his subordinates.
"Sir Ji, your actions tonight are really good."
He pushed up his thick black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and said, "I will explain to the Hong Kong Island Police that your actions were perfect."
Tonight, the Wanwan police successfully eliminated Liu Jian's gang without losing a single person. It is a myth to say so.
"Where, where."
Ji Bu waved his hand with a smile: "Although our performance is good, it is still thanks to the cooperation of Inspector Wu. Without your heroic efforts, we would not have been able to handle this matter so easily tonight."
Regarding these scenes, Ji Bu was very easy to grasp. In just a few words, he put all the credit on Inspector Wu and praised him to the heavens.
"Hahaha"
Inspector Wu's mood immediately improved, and he once again had a better impression of the young man in front of him.
Able to speak and behave.
Not bad, not bad.
It seems.
In the next half period, my position promotion and transfer will be confirmed.
He had heard of Liu Jian's name a long time ago, and he was also a high-ranking figure in the police station, but there was no way around him, so he had to let him go.
But it's fine now.
Everything was caught, and there were still a few left alive.
"Take the people down!"
Inspector Wu waved his hand and said with high spirits: "I will give them a confession all night long, and I will make them spit out everything without missing a word before dawn."
"yes!"
The police officer took the order and went down with the people.
"Sir Song!"
Inspector Wu saw that he got the greatest benefit without having to pay anything, so his attitude towards Song Zijie naturally became better:
"Thank you for your hard work for this operation. Without your advice, our joint operation would not have been so easy."
He was in a happy mood and started talking to Song Zijie about the scene.
"Ahem..."
Wuying watched from the side as they were almost done talking. He had already said everything he needed to say, and he ran out of the warehouse in a hurry with a serious expression:
"Boss, there's something going on"
"Um?"
Ji Bu turned to look at Wuying: "What's going on?"
"It's not bad anymore!"
Wuying gasped for air, first looked at Ji Bu, and then at Song Zijie:
"Sorry, Sir Song, something happened to Brother Haohao."
"What?!"
Song Zijie's eyelids twitched, his face changed, and he jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He stretched out his hand and tugged Wu Fei's collar to pull him to him, spitting:
"What did you say?!"
"Brother Haohao was shot."
Wuying reached out and grabbed Song Zijie's hand and tried to break free: "It's quite serious. I just discovered it."
"The Yan family shovel!"
Song Zijie's expression changed, he pushed the crow flies away, and ran toward the warehouse in a hurry.
In the warehouse.
Song Zihao's whole body was covered in blood, especially the lower body. There was a lot of blood, and two hideous wounds on his thighs were visible.
"elder brother!"
Song Zijie trembled, took two steps back, then rushed forward and threw himself on Song Zihao:
"How are you?!"
His palms were trembling, and he looked at Song Zihao, who was sweating on his forehead and turned pale. He wanted to reach out and touch his wound several times but didn't dare.
"Ajizai"
Song Zihao had a painful expression and looked at Song Zijie in front of him, speechless.
"Bai Che, call it Bai Che!"
Song Zijie turned around like he was crazy and yelled at Inspector Wu who was following behind:
"Hurry up and call Bai Che!"
"Quick, quick, quick!"
Inspector Wu quickly waved his hand in agreement and frowned.
It was originally a good thing, but why did Song Zihao get involved? Now it's a bit boring.
The white car was prepared in advance.
Two doctors ran in and immediately took over and performed a simple bandage on Song Zihao to stop the bleeding.
Song Zijie stood there with a livid face, gritted his teeth and looked at the doctor who was bandaging the wound, feeling that something was wrong.
The two doctors took gauze and messed around with it, but no blood came out of the so-called wound.
Song Zihao was the same, his face was pale and bloodless, and the "cold sweat" on his forehead slid down his cheeks, but the sweat was slightly white.
Looks like makeup foundation
He raised his eyebrows and subconsciously looked at Ji Bu beside him.
Ji Bu smoked a cigarette leisurely, winked at Song Zijie, and secretly made an "OK" gesture to Song Zijie with his back to Inspector Wu.
In order to achieve the most realistic effect, Ji Bu deliberately did not tell Song Zijie about this plan, so that Song Zijie could have the most instinctive reaction.
The more real and appropriate his reaction is, the more likely it will be to help Inspector Wu believe it.
Then consider how Song Zihao's outstanding contribution in handling tonight's matter should be reflected in the document.
When Song Zijie saw Ji Bu's gesture, he felt like he was waking up from a dream.
Good guy.
yes.
I was confused just now. Although the wound looked real, no blood flowed out, and there was no change under the doctor's touch.
Ji Bu asked him to arrange a white car in advance, and the two doctors had always been taken care of by them.
Looking at the two doctors, they also looked serious. They turned to Inspector Wu and said:
"Song Zihao was seriously injured. His thigh was injured. He must be treated immediately, otherwise there is a risk of paralysis."
"Um"
Inspector Wu would definitely not stop him. He quickly motioned for them to take the person down for treatment, and specifically warned:
"He deserves credit for treating Song Zihao with the best medical conditions!"
"yes."
The doctor called for a stretcher and put Song Zihao on a white car and took him away. The next step was to "treat" Song Zihao and then issue an injury assessment. Song Zihao was injured and his lower body was paralyzed.
Of course.
Doing these operations is nothing more than paving the way for Song Zihao to be released from prison early. As for the intermediate process, Liu Jian's credit for this matter has become the key to him.
These are all things for later.
"Sir Song."
Inspector Wu pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, briefly brewed his emotions, showed a heavy and serious expression, looked at Song Zijie and comforted:
"I know your relationship with Song Zihao. We, the Bayan Police, are very grateful for his contribution to this operation. However, things are unpredictable. We, the Bayan Police, are saddened by his injury."
He then changed the topic, patting his chest and promising: "But please don't worry, Sir Song, we will definitely arrange the best medical conditions to treat Song Zihao."
As an inspector general, Wu Yusen is quite qualified in expression management. His tone is heavy and his expression is serious, with no trace of regret.
"call"
Song Zijie let out a heavy breath after hearing this, but he was reasonable and did not blame the Wanwan police:
"I know all about this kind of thing. My brother came out of Daliao Prison with meritorious deeds so that I could have merit. I didn't expect that."
"If something happens to him, he will continue to spend the next few years in prison, which will definitely be a very difficult situation."
"ah"
Inspector Wu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then he came to his senses and nodded:
"Don't worry, Song Zihao only has one year left in prison. Our police will evaluate his actions tonight and may be able to commute his sentence and release him early."
"Don't worry, I won't let him pay for it in vain."
Inspector Wu's words were very high-level and he didn't make any immediate promises. The underlying meaning behind his words was to see how much credit this case would have in the end.
If the credit is great enough, then there is still hope that Song Zihao will come out directly.
"good."
Song Zijie nodded: "Then there will be Inspector Lao Wu."
The two parties had reached an exchange of interests in a few words. Inspector Wu urged his men to clean up the scene and took out his mobile phone to call the troops.
"Eh."
Ji Bu looked at Inspector Wu who was conducting on-site command and stepped forward:
"Inspector Wu, there is one more thing you have to do before the police force arrives."
"oh?"
Inspector Wu raised his eyebrows in confusion.
"To clean up the scene without firing a single shot seems a bit too mythical, doesn't it?"
Ji Bu gave a reminder: "The Hong Kong Island police have made great efforts, and the Wanwan police led by Inspector Wu are also indispensable."
"ah"
Upon hearing this, Inspector Wu clapped his hands and nodded repeatedly, becoming even more pleasing to Ji Bu:
"Yes, yes, what Sir Ji said makes sense."
If Ji Bu didn't remind him, he would have forgotten this incident.
Liu Jian's gang is so fierce, it would be outrageous if they didn't fire a single shot.
Now.
He quickly called his subordinates together, and they lined up in a horizontal line, holding police guns and started shooting at the calm sea.
"Bang bang bang."
There was another burst of gunfire on the pier.
After finishing a few rounds of magazines, the large force finally arrived at the scene and began the handover.
Next.
The scene was handed over to the Wanwan police, Inspector Wu handled it himself, and Ji Bu left with his own people.
Lean Pier.
By the time Ji Bu arrived with Wuying and the others, the Eight-faced Buddha had already taken over the pier.
Ji Bu was not interested in participating in the next thing. The cooperation between the two parties was over and that was the end of it.
"Brother Ji!"
The Eight-faced Buddha looked at the busy men at Li'an Pier and said to Ji Bu with a smile:
"How about it? Are you interested in us working together again to make the site bigger and stronger in Wanwan?"
"Forget it."
Ji Bu shook his head: "I'm not interested in these things. You can take your time with the rest."
"hehe."
The Eight-faced Buddha smiled and shook his head, but he did not insist any longer:
"Brother Ji, you are really a strange person."
During the conversation.
He waved to Minna and called her to his side:
"My daughter lacks experience, so why not just let her follow you from now on."
"OK."
Ji Bu nodded and agreed: "Wuying, I'll leave Minna to you. You have to take good care of me."
"No, no, no, no."
Wuying quickly shook his head and refused: "Boss, please let me go. I'll take care of her? I'll be thankful if she doesn't hit me."
"Hahaha"
Everyone raised their heads and laughed, but Minna was so angry that she looked at Wu Fei with murderous intent.
"alright."
Ji Bu waved his hand and put away his smile: "No more kidding, Mian Na just forget it."
Of course he guessed the Eight-faced Buddha's thoughts: "I'm really not interested in this business, and I definitely won't do business in Hong Kong Island. There's no need for Menna to come to me and try to convince me."
"Okay."
The Eight-faced Buddha chuckled and did not persist any longer. He looked at Li'an Pier and said with a smile:
"Next, the situation in Wanwan will definitely become very interesting."
This time, the cooperation between them was relatively perfect and successful, with both sides getting what they needed.
Following Liu Jian's death tonight, in the next few days, the Bayan police began a series of raids on Liu Jian's territory.
As more and more core underlings were arrested, several black collar workers also surfaced.
Inspector General Wu seemed to be the biggest winner. He basically gained the maximum benefit without spending any effort.
Song Zihao's injury assessment has also come out, with a diagnostic certificate issued by a third-party medical institution that cooperated with the police.
Song Zihao was shot three times in the thigh, one of which hit a nerve. His lower body was paralyzed and he could no longer stand up.
For this result, the Wanwan police could only express regret. At an internal seminar, Inspector General Wu gave a work report.
With the huge fruits of credit, his superiors, who also had the same credit, accepted Inspector Wu's suggestion and made the decision to commute Song Zihao's sentence.
He is a paralyzed cripple anyway, and there is no point in being locked up in jail. It would be better to commute his sentence and let him out, which would also reflect the great importance that the Bayan Police attaches to the suspects who provide clues.
Half a month later.
At the gate of Daliao Prison, Song Zihao, who had been released from prison, was sitting in a wheelchair and was pushed out of the prison gate by prison guards.
"elder brother!"
"Brother Hao!"
Song Zijie and Mark Li, who were already waiting at the door, came forward and took Song Zihao from the prison guard.
"Let's go back to Hong Kong Island!"
Set off.
After reappearing on Hong Kong Island, Song Zihao stood up from the wheelchair, feeling the land of Hong Kong Island under his feet, and felt quite sad for a moment.
"Abu."
Song Zihao's eyes fell on Ji Bu: "Thank you for helping me. If there is anything I, Song Zihao, can do for you, just ask."
"Forget about killing people. I'm old and can't carry the sword anymore."