Song Zijie looked at the bald head being pushed out on the mobile hospital bed by the doctor, his eyes fell on Ji Bu, and he said in surprise: "You are a doctor with the best skills in beauty lines and suturing just now. If you don't know, you really think you are a doctor."
expert."
"Really?"
Ji Bu shook his head slightly reservedly, and the hair hanging down on his forehead trembled twice: "Get ready to interrogate him. I guess it will take some time. I'll arrange for someone to buy two cups of coffee and bring it up. Some are ready."
"Already arranged."
Song Zijie made an OJK gesture, pulled out the stools and sat down on the balcony. He took out a cigarette, lit it and took a sip. He turned to look at Ji Bu: "I find that I can't see through you anymore.
The foundation is established.”
As the exchange deepened, Song Zijie felt more and more that Ji Bu was unfathomable, and his abilities in many areas exceeded his expectations, which also made him sigh.
If Ji Bu still stayed in the police force, his rise would definitely be faster than his own.
"hiss"
Song Zijie squinted his eyes and took a puff of his cigarette. He squinted at the neon lights of the city under the black screen in the distance. He mentally reviewed Ji Bu's interrogation tonight and learned from it.
first.
After Ji Bu preemptively asked about the relationship between the bald head and the gang of robbers, he first used violent means to make the bald head suffer physical pain. Under the huge pain, he also gave a plan to ease the situation.
Ji Bu must have studied these people and knew what they needed. Giving him a Hong Kong ID card was far more tempting than giving him a sum of money.
He seemed to know these people very well.
Then.
With his own support, the bald man finally relented and agreed to cooperate with them. Through this step-by-step process, he understood the other party's thoughts very clearly.
"It seems that I need to go to some cram school to study psychology."
Song Zijie reviewed the entire process and admired Ji Bu more and more. Whether it was interrogating Azhen, the gang who assassinated Lao Xiang's wife, or the bald man, Ji Bu seemed to be able to do it with ease.
Ji Bubi himself knows how to interrogate.
"how?"
Ji Bu seemed to have seen what Song Zijie was thinking. He blew out the smoke with a smile and looked at him sideways: "You are quite thoughtful. You are learning and summarizing your experience silently in your heart. With your ambition, I feel that the future of the police force will be better."
There will definitely be a new star, and that is our Song Zijie and Song Sir."
"cut"
Song Zijie sighed and curled his lips: "Okay, Abu, please stop booing me. How can I compare with you?"
There was a pause.
He continued: "But I'm a little curious. When you finally discussed the sentencing with the bald man, how did you categorically and without hesitation guarantee to him that he would not be imprisoned for more than five years?"
"If he really spends more than five years in prison, we will be really embarrassed."
"If he spends more than five years in prison, what does it have to do with me?"
Ji Bu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, spread his hands and shrugged with an innocent look on his face and said, "Just saying casually, you must not hesitate at this moment, you just have to show the greatest confidence."
"Besides, I'm talking about being imprisoned for more than five years. He took off my head and played it with a ball instead of me taking off my head and playing it for him. If the sentence is more than five years, there's nothing he can do about it. He has
Just come to me if you can."
"ah"
Only then did Song Zijie suddenly realize, and looked at Ji Bu's expression becoming complicated again.
To say that Ji Bu promised a thousand pieces of gold is really a promise of a thousand pieces of gold. To say that he was cunning and cunning, he was very cunning and cunning.
The long history, breadth and depth of Chinese characters are vividly reflected at this moment. Just changing the order, the meaning is immediately different.
"Hahaha"
Ji Bu looked at Song Zijie's expression, leaned back on his seat and laughed.
The two of them were smoking cigarettes on the balcony. Not long after, the guy below bought coffee from outside and brought midnight snacks with him. Everyone ate and drank together. When the bald head fully woke up after the anesthesia, it was already past one o'clock in the evening.
In the ward.
All three of them lit cigarettes. The window exhaust effect was not very good, and blue-green smoke filled the ward.
"Let's get down to business."
Jibra opened the stool and sat down beside the hospital bed, his eyes falling on the listless bald head:
"I won't pave the way for you. Let's go straight to the topic. I'll ask you questions and tell you the most authentic information I want. We'll catch them as quickly as possible. Then nothing we promised you before will be the same.
It will be less."
"Zi"
The bald man took a hard puff of his cigarette and nodded.
"very good!"
Ji Bu nodded with satisfaction and gestured to Song Zijie beside him. Song Zijie was already ready and opened his notebook to start recording.
The guys next to him were all dumbfounded. They already knew that Ji Bu was the foreign aid invited by Superintendent Mo, but his boss Song Zijie tacitly cooperated and took charge of recording under Ji Bu's look. It was really rare.
"Who arranged for you to come?"
Ji Bu sniffed, narrowed his eyes, and looked a little more serious: "If you want to kill Lao Xiang today, you must have already stepped on it in advance, right?"
"yes."
The bald head nodded: "It's what Li Yuliang arranged for us to do."
"Do you know Lao Xiang's identity?"
"Superintendent, of course you know."
The bald man nodded again, stretched the fingers holding the cigarette to the ashtray, flicked it, and curled his lips: "Just a superintendent, nothing surprising."
"Oh."
The two guys standing behind sneered when they heard this. Isn't the superintendent nothing? Are people nowadays so arrogant?
Song Zijie quickly sketched and recorded with the pen in his hand. He also glanced at the two waiters next to him, signaling them not to talk too much.
"Li Yuliang!"
Ji Bu frowned when he heard this and pinched his eyebrows: "Why are the clues leading to Li Yuliang? He arranged both things."
"It's indeed him."
The bald head seemed to hear the dissatisfaction in Ji Bu's tone and continued: "We are very familiar with Li Yuliang. There is a boss standing behind him. He is the microphone in the middle. He is the one who contacts us.
.”
"If anything happens in business, I always communicate with the boss behind him through Li Yuliang."
"Business?"
Ji Bu raised his eyebrows.
"Didn't I just say that?"
The bald man looked at Ji Bu incredulously: "As for the arms business, they have their own arms business, which specializes in overseas business, and sometimes also does local business."
"The five of us brothers work there. Sometimes we are responsible for transactions and shipments, and sometimes we help them with dirty work."
"When the dirty work that is difficult to handle cannot be done by the people in the club and must be solved with guns, or when it is a very urgent matter and there is no time to plan and solve it slowly, we are in this situation."
"For example, Lao Xiang?"
"Um."
"Tell me about your situation."
"The five of us who escaped from Hong Kong Island have been hanging out here for several years. We met them by chance, and then we started hanging out with them."
The bald man had organized his language a long time ago and took the initiative to continue: "The second child and the fifth child were injured and ran away. Today's matter is so big. I guess they won't have the chance to change their place of stay in a short time. They should have no choice but to
Hiding in the warehouse."
"The location of the warehouse is inside Changhui Industrial Building, in the parking lot on the basement floor, in the warehouse behind parking space C201 in Area C."
"oh?!"
Ji Bu narrowed his eyes when he heard this: "The five of you live in the warehouse? The location of Changhui Industrial Building is so bold. You dare to send arms here."
"Is it weird?"
The bald man took a strong drag on the cigarette, put out the burned cigarette butt in the ashtray, and looked at Ji Bu while puffing out the smoke:
"I remember you, Ji Bu, right? Didn't Lin Kun also put his white powder processing kitchen in Changhui Industrial Building?"
"There are so many houses and companies there, and the warehouses below are many and large. Many companies are stuffing goods in there. It's not unusual for arms to be shipped in."
"That's true."
Ji Bu nodded, looked at the location information that Song Zijie had recorded, and then asked: "Tell me about the situation in the warehouse, what is the layout, the situation, and how many people there are, so that we can have a good idea so that people can do an on-site assessment."
.”
"A group of people can get it done by just going over there."
The bald man once again reached out and touched the cigarette box on the table, shook the cigarette box and put one in his mouth:
"It's not the situation you imagined at all. There aren't many things in the warehouse. There are no flammable and explosive materials, and there aren't any good guns. It's all rubbish."
"As for the personnel, there are only five of us and no one else."
"Eh!"
When Song Zijie wrote this, he couldn't help but frowned, and tapped the tip of his pen on the notebook: "You are being dishonest again, leading us in circles, right?"
"I'm telling the truth."
The bald man shrugged disapprovingly: "That's the situation. If you have the patience to listen to me, I will continue. If you don't have the patience, I won't say anything."
"Sir Song."
Ji Bu looked back at Song Zijie, who then said nothing.
"I have already said that we are just a small team doing dirty work. The serious arms business is mainly for areas outside Hong Kong Island."
The bald man blew out a puff of smoke and looked up at the ceiling: "The reason why this information is useful to you is because you have no idea what we are selling."
"oh?"
Ji Bu raised his eyebrows.
"Police firearms, bulletproof vests, etc."
A slight sneer appeared at the corner of the bald man's mouth: "Can't you guess? The person standing behind Li Yuliang should be someone from the police force. Some of the discarded firearms from the police force were secretly produced without knowing how they operated them."
"Of course, it will definitely not be a .38, shotgun, submachine gun, etc., erase all the serial numbers, remove the main features, and then you can buy it."
"In addition, we are working on some big black stars and so on, and the business has just stalled."
Speaking of which.
The bald man sneered again: "There's another interesting thing. Every time someone comes to us to buy arms, it's no surprise that every time these buyers make a move, they go out on the street and are caught by the police."
"If I'm not wrong, these sold items will come back to us as soon as they are resold, and these people who buy arms will, if nothing else, become their stepping stones."
"I estimate that there is something wrong with the bulletproof vest. There should be a tracker inside it. Every time someone comes to buy it, a bulletproof vest comes with it, and our seller chooses the buyer. It looks like it
It's a good business for small gangs to fight, what the hell."
"hiss"
When Song Zijie heard this, he couldn't help but take a breath and turned to look at Ji Bu, and then continued:
"If that's the case, I actually remembered that among the lists of criminal policemen we have, the personal resumes of several of them seem to be related to armed robbery cases."
"Look, isn't this what it is?"
The bald man sneered and continued: "Every once in a while, a group of people will come out, change their appearance, and then die out. Then they will appear again after a while and continue to look for the next target."
The bald head took a hard puff of the cigarette, exhaled a puff of strong smoke, and fell into endless memories:
"In the past few years, we brothers have been hunted down by these enemies. Damn, the money was given to us, but damn, their tricks are really damaging."
"oh?!"
Ji Bu clicked his tongue when he heard the words and narrowed his eyes: "Good guys, they still have something to offer. Use this set to get some credit here! The whole game of infinite matryoshka dolls keeps pulling people's heads and stacking buffs."
When he heard this, Ji Bu also couldn't laugh or cry. Cai Yuanqi's move was still effective. It's no wonder that he was able to quickly pull up the people under him and successfully get into position.
It turned out that the arms business supported these five people, and then they specialized in free-for-profit business, using one robbery case after another involving arms to provide a stepping stone for the people below.
Just follow Cai Yuanqi's routine, and you can get promoted even if you tie up a dog.
No wonder there are so many people under my command. It turns out that this is the routine, and anyone is willing to change it. In the shortest possible time, under the pull of the relationship between merit and superiors, it is impossible not to climb up.
"That's all I know."
The bald man looked at the expressions of Ji Bu and Song Zijie and shrugged: "The role of the five of us brothers is limited to this. Usually we only occasionally participate in the transfer of their arms business, and we don't know anything else."
"But this article is already very beneficial to you, right?"
"Yes."
Ji Bu nodded noncommittally: "I will promise you no less. Thank you for your cooperation."
"Okay, I believe you."
The bald head looked at Ji Bu who turned around and went out, as if he wanted to say something else, but Ji Bu had already walked away. Song Zijie stood up, closed the book and followed behind him:
"Don't worry, Yinuoqianjin's reputation is not for nothing. Your clues are very useful to us, and we will not miss you if we promise you."