The news about Song Zijie shocked several people present. This was something they had not expected.
"oh?"
Ji Bu raised his eyebrows and his eyes fell on Song Zijie: "Reported Lao Xiang? In addition, he reported a superintendent and two senior inspectors?!"
Regarding this.
Ji Bu was not surprised. After guessing that Li Yuliang was probably a chess piece, Cai Yuanqi's next actions must have been to protect himself.
These eight people had disappeared for so long. If nothing else happened, there must have been an accident, so Cai Yuanqi chose three people as scapegoats without hesitation.
Since everything has been investigated anyway, it would be better to lay it out and let things take their own course, which will not surprise anyone.
"Yes."
Song Zijie nodded and added again: "They are three of the eight people who disappeared."
"Not to mention, this Cai Yuanqi is really ruthless. Even if he reports Lao Xiang, is this his assistant who has been with him for more than ten years the scapegoat? The other three are not much better."
He shrugged and murmured in a low voice: "Is he really not afraid of doing this himself? There will be no one around him to help him?"
"Haha, no, no, no, that's not strange at all."
Ji Bu shook his head in denial and did not think this operation was unreasonable: "For Cai Yuanqi, in his eyes there are only absolute interests. He is a hero-level figure. In his eyes, there is only pursuit."
interests."
"As long as a person has big enough rights and big interests, he can drive the people around him. Everyone is interested in interests, and there will be no shortage of profit pursuers around him."
“Very insightful.”
Lao Xiang expressed his agreement from the side. Lao Xiang was not surprised that Cai Yuanqi reported him together. In other words, he had been mentally prepared for it, but these were just minor matters.
Compared to being reported, being alive now is better than anything else. His wife and children are safe, and he is very satisfied.
"Then what should we do next?"
Song Zijie raised the question again.
Cai Yuanqi has now resorted to the trick of "Golden Cicada Escapes Its Shell". Since he dared to report Li Yuliang, he must have been prepared. Li Yuliang must be a real scapegoat.
If nothing else happens, all subsequent investigations will be directed towards Li Yuliang, and in the end he will be responsible for everything.
"Lao Xiang."
Ji Bu's eyes fell on Lao Xiang. He shook the confession and evidence in his hand and asked, "Besides what you told me, are there any other clues?"
According to Lao Xiang's explanation, they were just providing Cai Yuanqi with some job conveniences, such as the original white powder business. The information they currently have in their hands can only extract Cai Yuanqi's minions.
"You must have already predicted that something will happen to you next, so I won't say more about it."
Ji Bu pondered for a moment, then continued: "If you can provide any more useful clues, I can help you revitalize your wife's machine shop."
"Even if you go in later, your wife will still have a share of the industry. When the children are growing up, there is definitely no need to worry about family conditions. What do you think?"
"Seriously?" Lao Xiang immediately narrowed his eyes upon hearing this.
"Of course." Ji Bu couldn't deny it.
"A promise worth a thousand gold."
Song Zijie spoke up and said, "Go out and ask around. Lao Ji's reputation on the road was based on his reputation as an undercover agent next to Lin Kun."
"good!"
Lao Xiang had nothing to hesitate. It would be good for him to explain more, not to mention getting a promise from Ji Bu.
"arms!"
After a brief moment of pondering, Lao Xiang came up with an idea: "I have always suspected that Cai Yuanqi has his own arms channels. He once provided firearms to several gangs controlled by his men."
"I suspect that he has always been in contact with an arms group in Mexico. I remember one time, when he was taking goods away, the goods were not white powder but arms, mixed in with the cargo of the car."
He looked up at the ceiling with a recalling expression on his face: "About half a year ago, there was a problem with two cargo ships going to Vietnam during the typhoon. The cargo ships couldn't survive the typhoon and temporarily stopped here. It was me and Superintendent Liu from the customs who helped him handle the procedures."
"When we were changing ships, the cargo box turned over and was exposed when the workers were transporting the goods. I saw it. It was a Yishui AK. The workers explained that it was a model, but no one would actually check it."
"arms?!"
Ji Bu couldn't help but narrow his eyes when he heard this.
I have never heard Ali mention this business. Could it be that this arms business excludes Ali?
If this is what Lao Xiang said, then is the group of people who blocked them at the gate of the community at Lao Xiang's house today related to Cai Yuanqi's arms group?
Let’s review what happened in front of Lao Xiang’s house during the day.
The gangsters who assassinated Lao Xiang were very professional. At first glance, they were all well-trained killers. They had calculated everything from route planning and action plans to checking out locations in advance.
Looking at the weapons in their hands, AK rifles and grenades are all standard. It is obvious that they are not ordinary gangsters, but more like well-trained recidivists.
As if he could see what Ji Bu was thinking, Lao Xiang followed and said: "I think the group of people who came to shoot me during the day may be behind the scenes. Didn't you arrest someone? I think it can be used He makes the breaking point.”
"If something can be broken out of his body, then at least Cai Yuanqi can shed another layer of skin."
He sniffed and shook his head: "Damn, this group of people is really fierce today."
Lao Xiangxin was still frightened, and said with twinkling eyes: "If you hadn't arranged to modify the thickened car in advance, I guess I would have been beaten into a sieve long ago, and I would have no chance to sit here alive."
"This suggestion of yours is very good."
Ji Bu nodded and agreed very much with what Lao Xiang said. He immediately patted Lao Xiang on the shoulder, turned around and went out.
soon.
A police car drove out from the gate of the police station, and Song Zijie took a police officer and drove Ji Bu towards the hospital.
"It's a little difficult."
Song Zijie took out cigarettes from his pocket, shook out one and handed it to Ji Bu, and lit a cigarette himself:
"This group of gangsters are all well-trained. Even if they are caught, I don't think it will be easy for us to pry his mouth open."
Recalling the scene at that time, the arrested bald man knew that he could run away, but he still insisted on sending the baby-faced man into the car first, and then Mark Lee stayed at the scene.
"hehe."
Ji Bu squinted his eyes and took a puff of the cigarette. The hand holding the cigarette stretched out the window a little, and the ashes were blown away by the wind: "Let's see."
soon.
The police car drove to the hospital.
There were police officers guarding the bald heads at the hospital. When they saw them coming out of the elevator at the door of the ward, they immediately greeted them:
"Sir Song, you came just in time." Then he looked at Ji Bu and said hello: "Sir Ji." Then he lowered his voice:
"What should we do about the man inside? The doctor said that although the gunshot wound to the thigh stopped the bleeding in time, if surgery is not performed in time, it may worsen and spread. The bullet will remain inside, and the thigh may not be saved by then."
As he spoke, he turned around and looked around: "Just now, the reporter who came from nowhere knew we were here and wanted to come over for an interview, but we coaxed him away."
"But I guess they haven't gone far. He can be treated in the hospital now. There are doctors. If we delay it, I'm afraid that reporters will find out by then, which will cause trouble."
Song Zijie frowned when he heard this, and looked around unhappily, but still did not express an opinion, but looked at Ji Bu.
He now felt that whatever Ji Bu said was whatever he said, and he had no objections, just listen to him.
"Um"
Ji Bu pondered for a moment and then said: "Then we will arrange to treat the wounded first. If the hospital is not busy and we have the conditions, we will definitely treat the wounded first."
"Arrange the doctor to perform surgery on him and remove the bullet first."
The police officer nodded after hearing this and went straight to contact the doctor to arrange the surgery.
"Do it first?"
Song Zijie looked around with flickering eyes: "I think, why don't we try it first? If the bullet is left in the thigh, there is a possibility of necrosis and amputation. This will also be beneficial to our negotiations."
"Didn't I tell you that a reporter is coming?"
Ji Bu waved his hand calmly: "Do it first, don't be in a hurry, don't leave any excuses for yourself, it's not safe, and you'll be in trouble when the time comes."
"OK."
When Song Zijie heard this, he didn't say anything more. He glanced at Ji Bu gratefully. If Ji Bu insisted on doing this, he would be the only one who would be uncomfortable if he was really photographed by these reporters.
The two came to the fire escape and sat and smoked. About an hour later, the police officers came over:
"The person has woken up and the processing has been completed."
"Um."
The two of them pinched off their cigarette butts and came to the ward. The smell of disinfectant was very strong in the single ward. The bald robber was lying on the bed, with his left and right hands handcuffed to the iron railings of the hospital bed.
His man was still conscious, and the bullet in his thigh had been removed. The sutured and bandaged wound was wrapped in white gauze, faintly stained red by the seeping blood.
"Looks like he's in good physical condition."
Jibra opened the stool beside him and sat next to the bald head. He waved to the police officer to open the handcuffs on the bald head's left hand. He took out the cigarette in his pocket and lit it. He wrapped it in a puff and smoked it before stuffing it into the bald head's mouth.
The bald man glanced sideways at Ji Bu, bit the cigarette butt and took a strong sip, exhaling a mouthful of thick smoke that lingered over the hospital bed.
"hiss"
Ji Bu himself lit up a cigarette, squinted his eyes and took a sip. The blue smoke stretched out in front of him into a long smoke line:
"Do you know why I came to you?!"
"Know."
The bald man wrapped his mouth around a cigarette, tilted his head and looked at Ji Bu sitting next to him, and bared his teeth and smiled:
"Come to me and hope I can tell you the whereabouts of my brothers who ran away, right?!"
"clever."
Ji Bu snapped his fingers and nodded with satisfaction. He lit the cigarette in his left hand and shook off the ashes: "So, I'm here now, so you have to cooperate with me, right? After all, you smoked mine.
cigarette."
"As the saying goes, eating people's mouth is soft and their hands are short-handed. You smoked my cigarette. Is it okay if you cooperate with me?"
"You are right, the truth is this."
The bald man nodded in agreement upon hearing this, then put the cigarette in his mouth and bit it, squinted at Ji Bu, and reached out to rub his shiny bald head:
"There are five of us brothers in total. I am the eldest, and there are four younger brothers below me. Two of them ran away in the car, and the other two were killed on the spot."
He chewed his cigarette and stared at Ji Bu with squinted eyes: "Tell me, why is this man the eldest brother? The eldest brother must behave like an elder brother. The four of them are my younger brothers. You killed two of them and asked me to keep the rest."
Two people told you?!"
The bald man's eyes narrowed together and he looked at Ji Bu, who was wearing a shirt and was polite: "A negotiator, right? Go back, you can't play a role like yours. I've already given you a lot of face by smoking you a cigarette and talking to you so much."
Already."
His tone was very calm. After he finished speaking, he looked at Ji Bu matter-of-factly, sneered and curled his lips in disdain, stopped talking to Ji Bu, and continued smoking.
"Brother?"
Ji Bu laughed when he heard this, leaned back and looked at the bald head: "The four of them are your biological brothers?!"
"ah?"
The bald man was stunned when he heard this, looked at Ji Bu and said nothing.
"Then he's not his biological brother."
Ji Bu saw the answer from the expression on his bald head, then waved his hand and looked at Song Zijie:
"Sir Song, I want to have a few words with him alone. Let the guys wait at the door. You can just stay with me inside."
The two waiters on the side immediately closed the door and backed out.
"hehe."
Ji Bu chuckled lightly and stood up on his knees, reaching out to remove the stool behind him, then raising his hand to lift the quilt covering his bald head, focusing his eyes on the newly stitched wound on his injured thigh.
Song Zijie raised his eyebrows and watched Ji Bu's movements. Under his gaze, he peeled off the gauze covering the outside, revealing the wound inside that had just been operated on.
The cut surface of the wound is very neat, and the suture lines overlap each other stitch by stitch.
"It seems that this doctor's skills are good."
Ji Bu raised his hand to put out the cigarette in his mouth, and his eyes fell calmly on the bald man: "You know? Human life is very short. Looking back can only last for seventy or eighty years, and any longer can only last for a hundred years.
.”
"Therefore, people must continue to enrich themselves and learn new skills in this short period of time, so that their lives can be more fulfilling."
"ah"
Not only the bald man, Song Zijie also looked at Ji Bu in confusion. Looking at the serious Ji Bu who suddenly came online as a scholar, he talked like a great professor and talked about the truth.
"I am the kind of person who constantly enriches myself."
Ji Bu grinned, showing his white teeth and smiling broadly:
"So, I have been studying things like "On Postpartum Care of Sows" recently, and I also learned surgical precautions based on books."
"I have learned enough theoretical knowledge, but I have never had the opportunity to practice it. Your wound looks well sutured today, but it is still far from the ideal state, so I want to practice it."
Talking room.
Ji Bu took out a disposable sterilized rubber glove and put it on, inserted it directly into the newly sutured wound on the bald thigh, placed his index and middle fingers on the suture and moved it to both sides.
"ah"
The bald man's screams echoed in the ward, and he was stuffed into his mouth with a piece of white cloth to gag him.