Rebirth of Hong Kong Variety Show

Chapter 325 Infinite Matryoshka Stack BUFF
"Wow, isn't it?"

Song Zijie looked at the bald head who was pushed out by the doctor on the mobile hospital bed, his eyes fell on Ji Bu, and he said in surprise: "Just now you are a doctor with the best cosmetic lines and the best suture skills. Those who didn't know really thought you were a doctor." expert."

"right?"

Ji Bu shook his head a little reservedly, and the hair hanging on his forehead trembled twice: "Get ready to interrogate him, I guess it will take some time, arrange for someone to buy two cups of coffee, some of them have."

"already arranged."

Song Zijie made an OJK gesture, pulled away the stool, and the two sat down on the balcony, took out a cigarette and took a sip, he turned to look at Ji Bu: "I found out, now I can't see through you more and more." The bottom line."

As the exchanges deepened, Song Zijie felt more and more that Ji Bu was unfathomable, and his abilities in various fields exceeded his expectations, which also made him sigh.

If Ji Bu had stayed in the police force, he would definitely have risen faster than he wanted.

"hiss"

Song Zijie took a sip of his cigarette with squinted eyes, squinted at the neon lights of the city under the dark curtain in the distance, and replayed Ji Bu's interrogation tonight in his heart to learn from it.

First of all.

After Ji Bu preconceived and asked about the relationship between the bald-headed gang of robbers without any warning, he first made the bald-head suffer physical pain by violent means, and under the cover of the huge pain, he gave a mitigation plan.

Ji Bu must have studied these people and knew what such people need. Giving him a Hong Kong ID card is far more tempting than giving him a sum of money.

He seemed to know these people well.

then.

With his own support, the bald head finally let go and agreed to cooperate with them. In this step-by-step process, the whole process was very clear about the other party's thoughts.

"It seems that I need to go to tutoring for psychology."

Song Zijie recounted the whole process, and he admired Ji Bu more and more. Whether he was interrogating the gang who assassinated Lao Xiang's wife, A Zhen, or the gang with a bald head, Ji Bu seemed to be handy.

Ji Bu knew better about interrogation than he himself.

"how?"

Ji Bu seemed to have seen what Song Zijie was thinking, smiled and puffed out the smoke and looked at him sideways: "You are quite thoughtful, and you have learned and summed up experience silently in your heart. With your self-motivated, I feel that the future of the police force There will definitely be a new star, and that is our Song Zijie Song Sir."

"cut"

Song Zijie sighed, curled his lips: "Okay, Abu, don't boo me, how can I compare with you."

Paused.

He continued: "I'm just a little curious. When you finally told the bald head about the sentencing, how did you categorically and without hesitation promise him that you won't spend more than five years in prison?"

"If he really has been in prison for more than five years by then, then we will be embarrassing."

"If he has been in prison for more than five years, what does it have to do with me?"

The corner of Ji Bu's mouth twitched slightly, and he spread his hands and shrugged innocently, and said, "Let's just say it casually, you must not hesitate at this moment, you just have to show the greatest confidence."

"Besides, what I'm talking about is more than five years in prison. He took my head off and kicked it as a ball instead of me taking my head off and giving him a ball. If the sentence is more than five years, there is no way. He has Just come and find me.”

"what"

Only then did Song Zijie come to his senses, and seeing Ji Bu's expression became complicated again.

If you say that Jibu promises a thousand gold, he really promises a thousand gold, and if you say he is insidious and cunning, he is really very insidious and cunning.

The long history of Chinese characters is vividly reflected at this moment, but the meaning is immediately different if the order is changed.

"Hahaha"

Looking at Song Zijie's expression, Ji Bu leaned back on his seat and laughed.

The two were smoking on the balcony. Not long after, the guy below bought coffee from outside and brought a midnight snack along the way. Everyone ate and drank together. When the bald head fully recovered from the anesthesia, it was already past one o'clock at night.

In the ward.

All three of them lit cigarettes, and the exhaust effect of the windows was not very good, and blue-green smoke lingered in the ward.

"Speak the truth."

Jibula opened the stool and sat down on the side of the hospital bed, her eyes fell on the bald head who was dejected:
"I won't lay things out with you, let's go straight to the topic, I will ask you to answer, tell me the most authentic information I want, we will catch them as quickly as possible, then nothing that was promised to you before It will be less."

"Zi"

The bald-headed smoked a cigarette vigorously, and nodded.

"very good!"

Ji Bu nodded in satisfaction, nuzui gestured to Song Zijie who was beside him, Song Zijie was already ready, and opened the notebook to start recording.

The guys next to him were all dumbfounded. They already knew that Ji Bu was a foreign aid invited by Superintendent Mo, but under Ji Bu's eyes, his boss Song Zijie tacitly cooperated to take charge of the record, which is really rare.

"Who arranged for you to come?"

Ji Bu sniffed, narrowed his eyes and looked a little serious: "Today you are going to kill Lao Xiang, you must have stepped on it in advance, right?"

"Yes."

The bald head nodded: "What Li Yuliang arranged for us to do."

"Do you know the identity of Lao Xiang?"

"Superintendent, of course I know."

The bald head nodded again, stretched his fingers holding the cigarette over the ashtray and flicked it, curled his lips: "It's just a superintendent, nothing unusual."

"Ah."

The two guys standing behind sneered when they heard the words, the superintendent is nothing?Are people now so arrogant?
Song Zijie quickly sketched and recorded with the pen in his hand, and he did not forget to glance at the two guys next to him, signaling them not to talk too much.

"Li Yuliang!"

Hearing this, Ji Bu frowned and pinched the center of his brows: "Why are the clues leading to Li Yuliang? He arranged both of these things."

"It's really 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 intercom. He is the one who contacts us. .”

"If there is anything in the business, it is through Li Yuliang to communicate with the boss behind him."

"Business?"

Ji Bu raised his eyebrows.

"Didn't I just say that?"

The bald head looked at Ji Bu in disbelief: "The arms business, they have their own arms business, which specializes in overseas business, and sometimes local business."

"The five of us brothers work in it. Sometimes we are responsible for trading and shipping, and sometimes we help them with dirty work."

"The kind of dirty work that is difficult to handle, people in the club can't do it, and it must be solved with a gun, or it is very urgent, and there is no time to plan and solve it slowly. In this case, we will do it."

"For example, old Xiang?"

"Ah."

"Tell me about your situation."

"The five of us who escaped from Hong Kong Island have been here for several years. We met them by chance, and then we followed them."

The bald head had already organized the language, and he took the initiative to say: "The second and fifth children were injured and ran away. Today's matter is so big. I guess they will have no chance to change their foothold in a short time. They should only Hide in the warehouse."

"The location of the warehouse is in Changhui Industrial Building, the parking lot on the basement level, and the warehouse behind parking space C201 in Area C."

"Oh?!"

Ji Bu squinted his eyes when he heard the words: "The five of you live in the warehouse? The location of Changhui Industrial Building is quite bold. You dare to send the ammunition here."

"Is it strange?"

The bald head took a deep breath of the cigarette, stubbed out the burnt butt in the ashtray, and looked at Ji Bu while exhaling the smoke:

"I remember you, Ji Bu, right? Lin Kun also put his white powder processing kitchen in Changhui Industrial Building?"

"There are so many house numbers and so many companies in there, and there are many and large warehouses below. Many companies are stuffing their goods in it. It is not unusual for arms to come 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, how many people are there, so we can have a good idea, so that someone can make an on-site evaluation. .”

"A group of people can handle it in the past."

The bald head reached out to touch the cigarette box on the table again, shook the box and put one in his mouth:

"It's not the situation you imagined at all. There are not many things in the warehouse. There are no flammable and explosive materials, and there are no good guns. They are 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 the pen on the notebook: "You're dishonest again, are you leading us around in circles?"

"I am telling the truth."

The bald head shrugged disapprovingly: "This is the situation, you have to be patient and listen to me, I will continue to talk, if you are not patient, I will stop talking."

"Sir Song."

Ji Bu looked back at Song Zijie, and Song Zijie didn't speak anymore.

"I have already said that we are just a small team doing dirty work, and our serious arms business is mainly aimed at areas outside Hong Kong Island."

The bald head exhaled a puff of smoke and looked up at the ceiling: "The reason why this information is useful to you is because you can't imagine what we are selling."

"Oh?"

Ji Bu raised his eyebrows.

"Police firearms, bulletproof vests, etc."

The corner of the bald man's mouth twitched into a sneer: "You can't guess, right? The person standing behind Li Yuliang should be someone from the police force. I don't know how they operate some of the scrapped and obsolete firearms of the police force. They got them out secretly."

"Of course, it definitely won't be ., shotguns, submachine guns, etc., erase all the serial numbers, get rid of the main features, and then you can take them out and buy them."

"In addition, I'm doing some big black star or something, and the business has just sprung up."

Speaking of it.

The bald head sneered again: "There is another interesting thing. As long as people who come to us to buy arms, it is no surprise that these buyers will rush to the street every time they act, and then they will be caught by the police."

"If I'm not wrong, these sold items will come back to us as soon as they change hands, and these people who bought arms, if nothing else, have become their stepping stones."

"I reckon that there is something wrong with the bulletproof vest. It should be a tracker inside. Every time someone comes to buy it, it will come with a bulletproof vest, and it is our seller who picks the buyer. Look at it. Small gangs are good business, fuck it."

"hiss"

Hearing this, Song Zijie couldn't help but took a deep breath and turned to look at Ji Bu, and then said:

"If this is the case, I really remembered that in the list of black police officers in our hands, the personal resumes of several people seem to be related to the armed robbery case."

"Look, isn't this what it is?"

The bald head sneered, and continued to say: "Every once in a while, a group of people will come out, then change their appearance and die, and then pop up again after a while to continue looking for the next target."

The bald head took a strong puff of the cigarette, exhaled a puff of thick smoke, and fell into endless memories:
"In these years, our brothers have been chased and killed by these enemies. Damn it, the money was given to us, but their fucking move really hurts."

"Oh?!"

Ji Bu clicked his tongue when he heard this, and narrowed his eyes: "Good guy, they still have something, and they can use this method to earn credit points here! The whole round of infinite nesting dolls keeps pulling people's heads and stacking BUFF."

Hearing this, Ji Bu couldn't help but cry. Cai Yuanqi's trick is still useful, and it's no wonder he was able to quickly pull up the people under him and succeed in taking the position.

It turned out that with the help of the arms business to support these five people, and then specialized in the free-for-all business, one after another robbery involving arms was used as a stepping stone for the people below.

Just play according to Cai Yuanqi's routine, even if you tie a dog, you can fucking get promoted.

No wonder there are so many people under his command. It turns out that everyone is willing to change it. In the shortest time, under the pull of the relationship between the credit and the superior, it is impossible not to climb up.

"That's all I know."

Looking at the expressions of Ji Bu and Song Zijie with a bald head, he shrugged his shoulders: "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."

"However, this article is already very beneficial to you, right?"

"Yes."

Ji Bu nodded irresistibly: "You will not be missed if you promise, thank you for your cooperation."

"Okay, I believe you."

The bald head looked at Ji Bu who turned to go out, and seemed to want to say something, but Ji Bu had gone far away, Song Zijie stood up after him, closed the book and followed behind his back:
"Don't worry, the reputation of promise is not for nothing. Your clues are very useful to us, and you will not be missed if you promise."

(End of this chapter)