Rebirth of Hong Kong Variety Show
Chapter 323 On Surgical Sutures
"what?"
"Cai Yuanqi reported Li Yuliang?!"
When the news of Song Zijie came, the few people present couldn't help being surprised, which they didn't expect.
"Oh?"
Ji Bu frowned, and his eyes fell on Song Zijie: "Reported Lao Xiang? Also reported a police superintendent and two senior inspectors?!"
In this regard.
Ji Bu was not surprised. After guessing that Li Yuliang might be a pawn, Cai Yuanqi's next actions must be self-protection.
These eight people disappeared for so long, if nothing happened, it must have been an accident, so Cai Yuanqi chose three people to come out as scapegoats without hesitation.
Anyway, it has been investigated, so it is better to use it as a foreshadowing, and things that go with the flow will not surprise people.
"Yes."
Song Zijie nodded, and added again: "Three of the eight people who disappeared."
"Not to mention, this Cai Yuanqi is ruthless after all. It's fine to report the old Xiang. Is it really just this assistant who has been with me for more than ten years as a scapegoat? The other three are not much better."
He shrugged his shoulders and muttered in a low voice: "He really isn't afraid of doing this by himself, will there be no one around to use?"
"Hehe, no no no, it's not surprising at all."
Ji Bu shook his head in denial, and didn't think this kind of operation was unreasonable: "For Cai Yuanqi, he only sees absolute interests. Interests."
"As long as a person has enough rights and interests, he can drive the people around him. Everyone has interests, and there will be no shortage of interest chasers around him."
"Very brilliant."
Lao Xiang expressed his agreement from the side. Lao Xiang was not surprised that Cai Yuanqi reported himself together, or he had already made psychological preparations, but these were all matters of sprinkling water.
Compared to being reported, it is better to be alive now, his wife and children are safe, he is already very satisfied.
"Then what shall we do next?"
Song Zijie raised the question again.
Now that Cai Yuanqi has resorted to the trick of getting rid of the golden cicada, since he dares to report Li Yuliang, he must be prepared. Li Yuliang must be a real ghost for the dead.
If there is no accident, all subsequent investigations will be directed towards Li Yuliang, and in the end all matters will be borne by him alone.
"Old Xiang."
Ji Bu's eyes fell on Lao Xiang, and he shook the confession and evidence in his hands: "Apart from what you explained, are there any other clues?"
According to Lao Xiang's account, they are nothing more than providing Cai Yuanqi with some job convenience. For example, the white powder business at the beginning, the information they currently have can only pull out Cai Yuanqi's minions.
"What will happen to you next must have been expected by yourself, so I won't say more about it."
Ji Bu pondered for a while, and then said: "If you can provide any other useful clues, I will revitalize your wife's machining factory for you."
"Even if you go in later, your wife still has an estate in her hands. During the process of the child's growth, the family conditions must not be worried, what do you think?"
"Really?" Old Xiang narrowed his eyes immediately upon hearing this.
"Of course." Ji Bu couldn't deny it.
"One promise and a thousand dollars."
Song Zijie chimed in and said, "Go out and inquire about it. Lao Ji's reputation on the road, when he was an undercover agent next to Lin Kun, was based on his reputation."
"it is good!"
Lao Xiang has nothing to hesitate, it is good for him to confess more, not to mention getting a promise from Ji Bu.
"arms!"
After thinking for a while, Lao Xiang came up with an idea: "I have always suspected that Cai Yuanqi has his own arms channel. He once provided firearms to several gangsters under his control."
"I suspect that he has been in contact with an arms group in Mexico all the time. I remember one time, when he shipped the goods, the goods were not white powder but arms, which came in together in the cargo compartment of the car."
He looked up at the ceiling, showing an expression of reminiscence: "About half a year ago, there were two cargo ships going to Yuenan during the typhoon that had problems, and the one that couldn't survive the typhoon temporarily stopped here. It was the formalities that Superintendent Liu of the Customs and I helped him handle."
"During the ship change, when the workers were carrying the cargo, the container turned over and turned white. I saw it all. It was a one-water AK. The workers explained that it was a model, and no one would actually check it."
"arms?!"
Ji Bu squinted his eyes when he heard this.
This business has never been mentioned by Ali. Could it be that this arms business excludes Ali?
If this is what Lao Xiang said, then the group of people who blocked them at the entrance of the community at Lao Xiang's house today has something to do with Cai Yuanqi's arms group?
Replay what happened in front of Lao Xiang's house during the day today.
The group of gangsters who assassinated Lao Xiang had a very strong professional quality. It looked like they were well-trained killers. From the route planning or action plan, they had calculated in advance.
Looking at the weapons in their hands, Yishui's AK rifles and grenades are all standard equipment. It is obvious that they are not ordinary gangsters, but more like well-trained repeat offenders.
Seemingly seeing what Ji Bu was thinking, Lao Xiang followed up and answered: "I think the group of people who came to shoot me today may have some tricks. Didn't you arrest someone? I think it can be used." He makes breakthroughs."
"If something can break through from him, then at least Cai Yuanqi can shed another layer of skin."
He sniffed and shook his head: "Damn it, this group of people is really fierce today."
With lingering fear, Lao Xiangxin said with flickering eyes: "If you hadn't arranged to modify and thicken the 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."
"Your suggestion is very good."
Ji Bu nodded and agreed with what Lao Xiang said, and immediately patted Lao Xiang on the shoulder, turned around and left.
soon.
A police car drove out from the gate of the police station, and Song Zijie took a policeman to drive Ji Bu towards the hospital.
"It's a bit difficult."
Song Zijie took out a cigarette from his pocket, shook out one and handed it to Ji Bu, and lit a cigarette himself:
"The gangsters are well-trained. Even if they are caught, I don't think we can pry his mouth that easily."
Recalling the scene at that time, the bald man who was caught could run away by himself, but he still insisted on sending the baby-faced man to the car first, and Mark Lee left him at the scene.
"Ha ha."
Ji Bu squinted his eyes and took a puff of the cigarette, stretched out the hand holding the cigarette a little bit out of the window, the soot was blown away by the wind: "Look."
soon.
The police car drove to the hospital.
There were police officers at the hospital to guard the bald heads. When they came out of the elevator at the door of the ward, they immediately greeted them:
"Song Sir, it's just in time." Then he looked at Ji Bu again and said hello: "Ji Sir." Then he lowered his voice:
"What about the guy inside? The doctor said that although the guy was shot in the thigh and stopped the bleeding in time, if the operation is not done in time, it may worsen and spread. The bullet remains inside, and it is estimated that the thigh will not be able to survive."
While speaking, he turned his head and looked around again: "Just now, the reporter who didn't know where they came knew we were here, and wanted to come to interview, but we coaxed them away."
"But I guess they didn't go far. He can be treated in the hospital now. There are doctors. If we delay, I'm afraid that the reporter will find out by then, and it will be troublesome."
Song Zijie frowned when he heard the words, and looked around displeased, but he still didn't express his opinion, but looked at Ji Bu.
Now he feels that Ji Bu can do whatever he says, and he has no opinion, just listen to him.
"Um"
Ji Bu pondered for a while, and then said: "Then arrange to treat the wounded first. If the hospital is not busy and conditions permit, then the wounded must be treated first."
"Arrange for a doctor to operate on him and take out the bullet first."
The police officer nodded when he heard the words and went straight to contact the doctor to arrange the operation.
"Do it first?"
Song Zijie looked around with flickering eyes: "I think, why don't we try first? The bullet left in the thigh may cause necrosis and amputation. This will also benefit our negotiation."
"Didn't I tell you that a reporter followed me?"
Ji Bu waved his hand lightly: "Do it first, don't be in a hurry, don't leave any tongues for yourself, it's not safe, and you'll be all over the place when the time comes."
"Ok."
Song Zijie didn't say anything more when he heard the words, he glanced at Ji Bu gratefully, if Ji Bu insisted on doing this, then he would be the one who would feel uncomfortable if he was really caught by these reporters.
The two came to the fire exit and sat smoking. About an hour later, the police came over:
"The person has woken up, and the processing is over."
"Ah."
The two stubbed out the cigarette butts and came to the ward. The smell of disinfectant in the single room was very strong. The bald robber was lying on the bed, his left and right hands were handcuffed to the iron railing bracket of the bed.
He was still awake, the bullet in his thigh had been taken out, the wound was sutured and bandaged, wrapped in white gauze, faintly stained red by the infiltrated blood.
"Looks like he's in good shape."
Jibra opened the stool beside the bald head and sat next to the bald head, beckoning the policeman to uncuff the bald head's left hand, took out the cigarette in his pocket to light it, wrapped a mouthful of smoke and stuffed it into the bald head's mouth.
The bald head cast a sideways glance at Ji Bu, bit the cigarette butt and took a strong sip, exhaling a puff of thick smoke that lingered over the hospital bed.
"hiss"
Ji Bu himself lit a cigarette, squinted his eyes and took a puff, and the blue-green smoke stretched out in front of him, forming a long smoke line:
"Do you know why I came to you?!"
"know."
With his bald head wrapped around a cigarette, he tilted his head to look at Ji Bu who was sitting beside him, and grinned:
"Come find me, hope I tell you the whereabouts of my runaway brothers, right?!"
"clever."
Ji Bu snapped his fingers and nodded in satisfaction, lit the cigarette held 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 my cigarette." cigarette."
"It's the so-called cannibal whose mouth is soft but whose hands are short. You smoked my cigarette, so it's okay for me to cooperate with you?"
"You're right. That's the truth."
Hearing the words, the bald head nodded in agreement, then stuffed the cigarette he was holding into his mouth and bit it, squinted at Ji Bu, and stretched out his hand to stroke his shiny bald head:
"There are five brothers in our group. I am the boss, and I have four younger brothers. Two of them ran away in the car, and the other two were killed on the spot."
He bit his cigarette and squinted at Ji Bu: "Tell me, why is this man a big brother? A big brother has to look like a big brother. The four of them are my younger brothers. You killed two of them and asked me to take the rest The two of you told you?!"
The bald man squinted his eyes and looked at Ji Bu who was wearing a gentle shirt: "A negotiator, right? Go back, you are not good for a role like yours, smoking you a cigarette and telling you so much is already giving you face." gone."
His tone was very calm. After he finished speaking, he looked at Ji Bu as a matter of course, sneered and curled his lips in disdain, stopped talking to Ji Bu, and continued to smoke.
"Brother?"
Ji Bu laughed when he heard the words, leaned back and looked at the bald head: "The four are all your own brothers?!"
"what?"
The bald man was taken aback when he heard the words, glanced at Ji Bu and didn't speak.
"That's not my real brother."
Ji Bu saw the answer from the expression on the bald head, and waved his hand to look at Song Zijie:
"Song Sir, I want to talk to him alone, let the guys wait at the door, just stay with me inside."
The two guys on the side immediately closed the door with interest and retreated.
"Ha ha."
With a chuckle, Ji Bu stood up on his knees, stretched out his hand to remove the stool behind him, then raised his hand to lift off the quilt covering his bald head, focusing his eyes on the freshly stitched wound on his injured thigh.
Song Zijie frowned, watching Ji Bu's movements, and under his watchful eyes, he lifted off the gauze wrapped outside, revealing the wound just after the operation inside.
The cut surface of the wound was very neat, and the suture lines overlapped stitch by stitch.
"It seems that this doctor's skills are good."
Ji Bu raised his hand to snuff out the cigarette in his mouth, and calmly looked at the bald man: "Did you know that a person's life is very short, looking back at only 80 or years, and if it is longer, it will only be a hundred years. "
"So, people must constantly enrich themselves in this short period of time, and constantly let themselves learn new skills, so as to make their lives more fulfilling."
"what"
Not only was he bald, but Song Zijie also looked at Ji Bu in a daze, looking at Ji Bu who was serious and suddenly came online like a great professor, speaking the truth with eloquence.
“I’m just the type of person who keeps filling himself up.”
Ji Bu grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth, smiling all over his face:
"So, recently, I have been studying things like "On the Postpartum Care of Sows" and so on, and I also learned the surgical precautions and so on according to the books."
"Theoretical knowledge is enough, but I have never had the opportunity to practice. Today your wound looks good, but it is not far from the ideal state. So, I want to practice."
talking room.
Ji Bu took out a disposable sterilized rubber glove and put it on, and inserted it directly into the freshly stitched wound on the bald thigh, with his index finger and middle finger sticking to the stitched place and flicking to both sides.
"what"
The screams of the bald head resounded in the ward, and a white cloth was stuffed into his mouth to stop him.
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