stjorthotic Chapter 1150 Spreading Throughout the City
Chapter 1150 Spreading Throughout the City
Chapter 1150 Spreading Throughout the City
Fujin Building.
In the building of more than twenty floors, only a few rooms have lights on. The lights in the elevator downstairs are dim. The security guard at the gate is concentrating on reading on his mobile phone. No one knows what he is reading. There is a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he is looking down on all living beings.
squeak……
A car stopped at the door, and the sound of brakes was deafening.
The security guard's attention was still on the mobile phone screen. He didn't even lift his eyelids, silent and cold.
"What's your name?" Someone stood opposite the security guard and asked rudely.
The security guard frowned and raised his chin reluctantly.
"Police?" He was stunned at first, then quickly stood up, holding his cell phone, a little panicked.
"Police inspection, are you from Lixing International?" The police took the security guard's cell phone while asking.
"No, I'm not... I was hired by Fujin's property management."
"Have you received the money from Lixin International? Don't move, and don't make yourself a partner with Lixin International."
"I don't dare." The security guard didn't know what kind of police they were. He just whispered, "I'm just a security guard. It has nothing to do with me."
"How many doors are there? Are there any secret doors?"
"I know of six doors. There is a back door that leads directly to the shopping mall next door. Go through the fire escape and after passing two doors of the fire escape you will reach the shopping mall. There is also a door inside the shopping mall that you can go out..." The security guard explained hurriedly and wanted to draw a picture. He really only makes 6 yuan a month and there is no need for him to work so hard for anyone.
The policeman opposite just nodded slightly and took out a floor plan to check with him.
The doors mentioned by the security guards were consistent with the information they had, but they still had to be careful to prevent the nightclub from secretly opening small doors. Those in the entertainment industry were all well-behaved on the surface, but they were actually slutty.
Yuan Bomin was wearing a police uniform, with a gun on his waist, and he was full of murderous intent. He set up a temporary command post on the first floor, watched all the doors be arranged, and then ordered his men to rush in.
Not a single one escaped.
Whether it was the nightclub's management, employees, or the freelancers and players inside, they all accepted the inspection obediently.
Of course some people wanted to run away, but as soon as they saw the police officers at the door, most of them wisely stopped.
"We found someone."
As soon as Yuan Boming's walkie-talkie rang, he picked it up immediately.
"Bring all of them out. Don't separate them yet to avoid being discovered. We'll put hoods on them later and then strip 'Nightclub Skinny' out." Yuan Boming had repeated this plan more than once, fearing that his men would make mistakes and be discovered by others, leading to the tip-off.
Although this possibility is very small, Yuan Bomin still tries to control the risk as much as possible. Those who have been in this industry for a long time know that no matter how well the plan is made, problems will definitely arise if the execution is full of loopholes. In the end, whether a thing can be successful depends on making as few mistakes as possible, rather than as many excellent performances as possible.
"Yes. We took them out on the pretext of drug use and are on their way out." The subordinates reported quickly on the intercom.
Yuan Bomin suddenly became excited: "Did you find the drugs?"
"No, no drugs were found at the scene."
Yuan Bomin was stunned: "He disposed of the drugs?"
"I don't think so. We've been watching him for a while. He should be here just for fun today and he doesn't bring any drugs."
"He came to the nightclub without drugs, what's the point of playing!" Yuan Bomin was a little angry, but he suppressed his temper in an instant and said, "It's okay, let's do a quick drug test on him first to see what he usually smokes..."
Yuan Bomin spoke a few words quickly, ended the call, and turned to ask, "Has the team that's searching for Ye Gang Shou arrived? Tell them that Ye Gang Shou didn't have any drugs with him, so the drugs are most likely in his residence."
"Night Club Slim" is a Level 2 drug dealer, the outermost of the entire drug gang system, a typical consumable drug dealer who sells drugs to support his drug use. For a small drug dealer like him, his income must be deducted from the cost of the drugs he uses, and he rarely rents more than a few houses to make a cunning rabbit have three burrows.
Of course, this is also what Yuan Bomin expected. He hoped that Ye Club Shou was an ordinary, unambitious small-time drug dealer who sold drugs to support his addiction, the kind who would be satisfied as long as he could get something to smoke every day.
The subordinates understood Yuan Bomin's thoughts very well and responded quickly.
At this time, it is not just about how well each person does. Whether it is a team that arrests people or a team that collects evidence, whether you can catch people or find evidence depends on your efforts, but more on whether the target is there. It is just like fishing. The technique is basic, but if there are no fish in the pond, there is nothing you can do.
For team leaders, getting feedback quickly is more important. Yuan Bomin is not afraid of a single event being out of control, but is afraid of not being able to control it when it is out of control.
A few minutes later, "Nightclub Thin" was taken into the prison van first, followed by the anti-drug detachment's own interrogation expert.
Yuan Bomin hesitated for a moment and did not go in.
There are interrogation techniques, especially this kind of sudden on-the-spot interrogation, which aims to catch the person off guard. Some people are highly skilled and use pure psychological warfare, while others just rely on luck.
Yuan Bomin occasionally participated in interrogations, but on this occasion, his interruptions would only disrupt the progress of the interrogation.
"Call Captain Jiang, the guy in the nightclub has been found and is being interrogated." Yuan Bomin breathed a sigh of relief and reported to Jiang Yuan immediately.
……
4 points in the early hours.
The nightclubs that were not packed also began to close.
"Nightclub Skinny" shrank his neck, wandered under the Pentagon overpass, and began to walk north intentionally or unintentionally.
The Wujiaoge Interchange was a good place. There were many lanes on the bridge, and they were chaotic. They led to the main roads such as the city's elevated roads, and to the highways and elevated roads. It was very convenient to escape. The area under the bridge was dark and chaotic because of the cover of the bridge deck. It was an excellent trading location newly developed by local drug addicts.
However, it was also because the overpass was in such a good location that drug dealers and drug addicts in the Wujiaoge area liked to come here, and it was a public territory for drug dealers. From the overpass to the north was Brother Li's territory.
The "nightclub slim" approach is cautious.
He was not afraid of Brother Li Si, because there was a policeman watching him from behind - thinking of his future fate, "Nightclub Slim" had to think hard: Is there any chance that he could escape without being wanted by the police and hated by drug dealers?
In other words, being wanted and bearing a grudge doesn't matter, as long as you can escape it's fine.
"Nightclub Thin" thought, looking around.
He didn't have the strength to flee physically. His long life of nightclubs and drug abuse had completely ruined his body. If he wanted to run, he would definitely need a means of transportation...
"Hey." Someone saw "Nightclub Skinny" and came over and shouted.
The nightclub guy looked into each other's eyes, and after a few seconds, they confirmed each other's identities.
"Do you want it?" the nightclub guy asked him.
The other party nodded slightly.
"Do you have money?" The nightclub owner is not asking casually. Those who come out to buy drugs at this time are all impatient drug addicts. It is not certain whether they have money or not, but they must have a knife.
The other person kept raising and lowering his feet, opening his clothes and showing some red banknotes.
The nightclub guy nodded, then took the other party all the way to a bridge pile before doing business with him.
According to Yuan Bomin's request, the nightclub owner took 3% of the money.
After inspecting the goods on the spot, the drug addict turned around and ran away with a look of surprise on his face.
"Nightclub Thin" continued walking north with a blank expression.
News spreads extremely quickly among drug addicts. As long as they have something cheap, there is no need for advertising and it can spread throughout the city overnight.