Three hundred and twentieth chapters counterattack
Yang Chen thanked him.
The four of them thought this was an angry remark made of them.
In fact, it was not the case. Yang Chen thanked them from the bottom of his heart. He thanked them for tormenting him with new injuries. The military was about to use him to take over the rescue mission. If this happened, the relevant personnel would be held accountable. The person who framed him could not escape.
Military investigation.
Unless the mastermind behind the scenes was covering the sky with one hand in Sijiu City, Yang Chen concluded that this possibility was slim. Otherwise, how could he not know that he had a military background when he was framed.
Know yourself and the enemy.
This is how it is necessary to fight a war, and it is also how it should be done when harming and punishing others.
At night, Yang Chen was imprisoned in the detention room of the Anti-Narcotics Brigade. The conditions were much better than those in the Xijing Detention Center. It had a single bed, clean bedding, an independent bathroom, and the ability to take a shower. It should be considered a great privilege.
Yang Chen sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at the new injuries on his body. Although they were all skin injuries, the people who did it were quite experienced. They specialized in picking the acupuncture points where the pain nerves are the most sensitive but cannot hit the person. For an ordinary person, let alone two people.
Hours, if he can hold out for twenty minutes, he is a tough guy.
It seems that the Capital Anti-Narcotics Brigade is accustomed to using torture and forced confessions.
Yang Chen sneered and sneered. In fact, he knew something about the special nature of the anti-narcotics brigade. His watch and mobile phone were confiscated, and he had nothing to check the time with. He walked to the glass window covered by the iron fence and looked at the sky outside. He roughly judged that it was almost ** o'clock in the evening.
The way he looked, thinking that old Wu Wei Ziwen must be worried about his disappearance.
Who is it?
Yang Chen frowned and thought.
His visit to the capital this time was very sudden, and the timing was definitely not a coincidence. There were only a few people who knew he was coming to the capital, including Lao Yu, Wu Jie and Wei Ziwen, so there was no need to doubt him.
Liang Yu...Yang Chen's eyes narrowed and he shook his head slightly, convinced that he had a good eye for recognizing people. Could he be someone from Wu Jie and Wei Ziwen's circle?
It's possible!
Last night, Wei Ziwen informed people in the circle to pick up the wind for him tonight.
When Yang Chen thought of this, he subconsciously touched a cigarette, his trouser pockets were empty, he laughed at himself, and stopped thinking about it, the answer would soon emerge.
Xishan.
The small building where Lao Yu works.
"You also know the situation of Chief Yang Chen. I believe that he killed a hundred people and trafficked drugs. I don't believe that Jin Xinyue's drugs are all under his control. Yes, yes, someone must have framed him, and he chose to
When the rescue mission is about to begin, the mastermind behind the scenes has ulterior motives."
Beside the desk, Lao Yu stood upright and spoke a few words into the phone. After a brief silence, the chief agent in charge of the 11th Bureau said yes again and again.
At this moment, Wu Jie was also in Lao Yu's office. Lao Yu hung up the phone and said to Wu Jie: "This is from your dad."
"What did my dad say?" Wu Jie asked.
"Get to the bottom of it." Lao Yu smiled sinisterly. Even if Yang Chen didn't have the care and love of the Wu family, he would frame the person who framed the 11th Bureau. He would never give up to protect his shortcomings. He lit a special cigarette and took a deep puff.
, said to Wu Jie: "Now follow me to the anti-narcotics brigade to pick him up."
Wu Jie nodded aggressively.
A few minutes later, two Audi A6s with military plates and a lot of scary license plates on their windshields drove away from Xishan and headed straight for the city at lightning speed.
Anti-drug squad.
Pang Tao, who had just arrived at work early in the morning, received an order from his superiors to suspend any form of interrogation of Yang Chen.
Captain Pang looked restless after receiving the order. He was pacing back and forth in the office with a thermos of water in his hand. The phone on his desk vibrated twice. There was a text message. He quickly walked to the desk and flipped through the text message: Yang Chen
, a native of Xijing, currently studying at Ningxi University, his parents were laid off.
Pang Tao felt a little more at ease after reading the text message.
At this time, two Audi A6s had broken into the courtyard of the Municipal Bureau's Anti-Narcotics Corps. Several majestic soldiers got out of the car and walked into the office building with their heads held high.
Lao Yu, with his neat military uniform and the eye-catching senior colonel's shoulder insignia, and with several tough subordinates like Wu Jie following him, his aura is extremely strong.
"Excuse me..."
"We come to your leaders."
Lao Yu's secretary, neither humble nor overbearing, faced the people who came to interrogate him and explained the purpose of his visit, which reflected the excellent qualities of a soldier. Even Wu Jie tried his best to suppress the anger and not let his personal emotions affect the image of a republican leader.
The person who asked the question happened to be the deputy director of the anti-narcotics brigade office, Zhao Chuan. He hurriedly invited Lao Yu and his gang into the reception room, and then quickly informed the brigade leader and political commissar. Even though Lao Yu, the leader, didn't say a word, Zhao Chuan also heard from the other party.
I felt an indescribable invisible pressure on my body.
momentum.
An idea suddenly flashed in Zhao Chuan's mind, and he thought of this word.
The captain went to the municipal bureau for a meeting. Political commissar Huang Limin and deputy captain Pang Tao rushed to the reception room one after another. After Huang Limin introduced himself, he wanted to say a few polite words.
Lao Yu, who was sitting at attention, waved his hand, interrupted Huang Limin, and said with an indifferent expression: "You arrested someone yesterday, but you arrested the wrong person. I'm here to identify him."
"Comrade of the People's Liberation Army, I'm really sorry. We didn't receive a notice from our superiors, so we can't help." Huang Limin smiled and declined. He took out a good cigarette and handed it to Lao Yu. Lao Yu waved his hand and refused.
"Please show me your ID first. There are too many scammers pretending to be soldiers now." Pang Tao looked around coldly at the soldiers in the reception room. He was not as pleasant as the political commissar Huang Limin.
One plays a red face, and the other plays a bad face.
Lao Yu sneered, calmly took out his cigarette, and slowly lit one. The cigarette holder was very long, taking up two-thirds of the entire cigarette.
Huang Limin's smile was a little stiff, not because Lao Yu didn't ask for his cigarettes or didn't give him face, but as a senior smoker, he recognized that these were cigarettes that were not available on the market and were specially supplied to Zhongnanhai and Xishan. It is said that this kind of cigarettes
The tobacco leaves are all specially cultivated high-quality varieties and grown without pollution.
"Your superiors will be here soon." Secretary Lao Yu stood by the sofa and stared at Pang Tao. Although his face was expressionless, anger was already showing in his eyes.
The anti-narcotics police are trying to embarrass the people from the 11th Bureau of the Second Department of the General Staff and want to die!
It's not that Secretary Yu is arrogant. For example, when Yang Chen was arrested yesterday, as an agent of the Sixth Division of the Eleventh Bureau, that guy killed people without taking any responsibility.
In dangerous and critical situations, the Sixth Branch's special agents can handle matters on their own based on their own judgment. Therefore, the Sixth Branch's murder license is by no means a show-off to scare people.
Pang Tao hit a snag and looked a little ugly.
At this time, the door of the reception room was pushed open, and Feng Zecheng, the head of the municipal bureau, Tong Shuxin, the executive deputy director, and many accompanying personnel poured into the reception room.
"Director..."
Huang Limin, Pang Tao, and Zhao Chuan all said in unison, and their immediate boss actually showed up. Feng Zecheng smiled and nodded, and then walked quickly to Lao Yu: "Colonel Yu, hello, hello."
"Director Feng, hello."
Lao Yu waited for Feng Zecheng to come up to him, then slowly stood up and shook hands with him.
The senior colonel of the army, that is, the division commander, has the same level as the local department and bureau level. Those who transfer to the local area must be half a level lower. Under normal circumstances, the top leaders of the municipal public security bureaus have a psychological advantage over the division-level cadres of the army.
The postures shown by Lao Yu and Feng Zecheng are exactly the opposite, because Lao Yu's status is too special. For example, Dai Li during the Republic of China was only a major general in terms of military rank. He was promoted to lieutenant general after his death, but he was deeply feared by the big bosses.
