"Beep beep beep."

The call machine on the customs inspector's waist rang.

I saw the customs inspector Ben Ben picked up the call machine and saw a series of numbers.

"29472"

Follow the radio translation.

This is a "retreat"/"quick return" within the customs representative.

The customs inspector was silent for two seconds and inserted the call machine back into his waist.

"Keep moving!"

The customs inspector gave the order.

"yes, sir."

The customs members all replied in a low voice.

At this time, two customs members carried Guan Li to the exit of the building.

The remaining customs members held guns with both hands and their expressions became very serious.

They know victory or defeat depends on this.

"Go up and call the door!"

"If you dare to move, I will kill you!"

At this moment, the customs inspector raised his gun and preached to Guan Li's back.

Guan Li raised his hands high.

Step by step towards the "kitchen".

The customs police officers have not been dispatched for the time being, but are distributed at the entrance of the corridor, aiming their guns at Guan Li, ready to rush out at any time.

"Sir Liao."

"Is everything going to be okay?"

The customs police officers all held firearms in their hands, their palms sweating.

Don't look at their strong soldiers and horses.

But he felt a little guilty.

After all, when they knew that the other party was an undercover agent, they continued to beat him to extract a confession, which was a serious violation of the regulations.

What's more, the relationship between Customs and the police is not good.

This situation is likely to cause even greater trouble!

In addition, the other party is still an undercover agent of Sir Zhuang!

All the customs members have heard about who Sir Zhuang is!

This time everyone is competing with Mr. Zhuang for credit, almost taking advantage of their own brains.

Compared with the two, the danger of catching drug dealers becomes a trivial matter.

The potential "police conflict" behind the scenes is the big deal.

After a customs sergeant asked the inspector, Senior Customs Inspector Liao Sir narrowed his eyes with a ruthless look on his face: "I didn't know the origin of the other party until I had beaten him just now! It was too late to stop by then!"

"We can only do it without stopping! We can successfully destroy the drug manufacturing den! Only then can the director protect us!"

"So, this operation must be successful!"

The customs inspector's voice was very low.

"Yeah." The police chief stood beside him and nodded lightly.

Immediately, another police officer asked: "What should we do after that?"

Even if they succeed in destroying the drug manufacturing den.

As long as the undercover officers report to the police, they may be able to escape police retaliation.

This kind of revenge is not necessarily explicit, it may also be private.

However, the customs inspector raised his palm, placed it on his neck, and made a fierce slashing motion.

Everything is self-evident.

kill!

Put the undercover police officers among the criminals to kill and silence them!

In this way, it can be regarded as an unknowing operation, and the killing of the undercover agent is just a manslaughter.

The impact of manslaughter is much smaller.

At that time, as long as the operation is done well, the police force may not necessarily retaliate privately, but will most likely just condemn it openly.

Of course, all this presupposes that the drug manufacturing den has been successfully destroyed, which is supported by a great achievement. And it must be ruthless, so ruthless that people can shut up.

"Hiss!" the customs officer gasped.

"Da da da." Guan Li walked to the kitchen door and knocked gently on the door with his hand.

The atmosphere in the entire customs team was a little depressing. The crippled master once again held his knees and limped toward the door.

"Things you don't dare to do."

"I'll do it!" the customs inspector whispered.

"Why are you back again?"

The lame master asked aloud.

Guan Li lowered his head and explained: "The buyer asked for more goods."

"Give me two more sets."

Guan Li was lying in front of the door sweating profusely.

The lame man opened the door and said, "Ten minutes are enough for two sets of goods!"

"You don't have to run so sweaty, do you?"

At this time, the customs inspector beside the corridor waved his hand, and the customs members raised various weapons and began to slowly approach the kitchen along the wall, approaching the iron door step by step.

At this moment, Guan Li put his head against the door, squinting at Sir Liao, his eyes full of resentment.

"Click." The moment the lame master opened the iron door, Guan Li suddenly rushed forward, with a bang, and quickly pulled the inner steel door shut with his backhand.

"Customs!!!" Guan Li roared, clicking, clicking, and quickly fastened all the twist locks on the steel door.

The entire factory kitchen was instantly in chaos.

Lame Zi and several helpers quickly moved all the semi-finished products and raw materials on the table into the bathroom and flushed them down the toilet quickly.

They were busy in the kitchen destroying as much evidence as possible.

But the customs inspector roared outside the door: "Dului, your mother!"

"Bang bang bang!" I saw the customs inspector kicking the inner door three times and waving vigorously: "Bang the door!"

Two police officers carrying all-steel crash posts came forward and banged on the steel door again and again.

"Break the lock!" the customs inspector roared loudly, and the customs police officer immediately changed his target and smashed towards the door lock.

This was a life-threatening operation for the customs inspector. If the operation failed, disaster would be imminent.

Can a customs inspector be irritable?

After the steel door was hit several times, the door lock had not yet been opened, but a window pane was knocked off.

This is a small space that criminals usually put down to observe the outside.

This time it became an opportunity.

The customs inspector immediately stepped forward, reached into the window pane, and tried to twist the door lock from the inside to speed up the customs attack.

"Hold!"

Guan Li happened to walk out of the bathroom.

He saw a hand groping for the door lock, and immediately recognized it as the same hand that had just beaten him with a stick.

How long did it take for you to fight just now?

How deeply you will be remembered!

Guan Li's face turned fierce, he picked up a hammer by the door, then raised the hammer and slammed it down on his palm.

"Bang!"

The hammer hit the palm.

"ah!"
To be continued...