The night is like water, and the crescent moon is like a hook.
Along the river is a wide avenue. It is one of the ten major projects to improve the city appearance launched by the previous municipal government. It has ten two-way lanes, is spectacular and beautiful, and complements the Huaijiang River. On the south bank side, there are rows of large hotels.
High-end clubs, bathing centers, bars, etc., with feasting and entertainment, are the famous gold-selling caves in Jiangbei City.
What kind of person is Liu Ziguang? When he was beaten in the pre-trial department that day, he didn't miss a word of the conversation between Yang Feng and those scum. They were resplendent and always there. You can guess that these people often come here to spend money. This comprehensive complex
The club is also quite famous in Jiangbei City, but the quality is too high and most people don't dare to come and spend money there.
There is a large parking lot at the entrance of the splendid building. The security guards who greet guests to park are all wearing black suits and pure black shirts underneath. They are smart and smart, with walkie-talkie headsets hanging on their ears. Their movements are skillful and crisp, and they are commanding everyone.
Luxury cars were reversing in and out. At the door was a man dressed in a similar black suit. He had a shaved head and his eyes were shining. He was paying attention to what was going on around him from time to time.
He had already seen Liu Ziguang, but he did not doubt it at all, because this person was so ordinary, just like the ordinary people who passed by Binjiang Avenue every night who could never enter the magnificent shopping mall in their lives. They rode their bicycles and passed by the door.
Nothing more than normal.
In his eyes, Liu Ziguang was just a moving scene in the night background. What he needed to pay attention to were cars with familiar brands and some guests who were either welcome or not.
On the road, the night shift worker riding a bicycle got off the car naturally, squatted down and fiddled with the pedals and chain. It seemed that the bicycle had broken down. The foreman just glanced at it casually and didn't take it seriously at all.
He didn't know that there was a person hidden in the bushes in the isolation zone next to where Liu Ziguang was squatting.
The furry boy in camouflage uniform has been lying here for three hours. As a hunter, he has excellent patience and high concealment skills. The 87-style four-color jungle camouflage uniform has been modified into something similar to a sniper's ghillie suit.
Even if you look closely, you won't find anyone lying here.
Cars roared past, and the roar covered up the conversation between Liu Ziguang and Mao Hai.
"How about it?"
"It was the same people and the same car that went in at nine-twenty. There has been no movement until now."
"Well, continue to observe."
After that, Liu Ziguang got on his bicycle and left. This kind of investigation has been going on for a week. Every day, Mao Boy has to squat here to observe and record the whereabouts of Yang Feng and others. As expected by Liu Ziguang, the magnificent place is where Yang Feng and others come most often.
I actually came to a den four times a week. I had to play for three or four hours each time. Sometimes I even stayed up all night. Each time I had to drive a Passat with a Huaihe license plate. The only two participants were Yang Feng and Lao San.
Apart from the same things, there are different customers every day.
Although they have mastered certain rules, it is still inconvenient to start. Yang Feng and the others are no better than Sun Wei. They can manipulate them at will. These people are all bastards in the garb of law enforcers. They are very vigilant, their skills are not bad, and they always like to
When people move in groups, they rarely go alone, which gives Liu Ziguang a headache. What's more, they are probably carrying guns, which is no joke...
By the way, guns, this reminds Liu Ziguang of two movies, Johnnie To's "PTU" and Lu Chuan's "Looking for a Gun". It seems that we can put some effort into this.
Another day passed. In the early hours of the morning, Ma drove the car to pick up the fur baby. Today, Yang Feng, Lao San and the others played until twelve o'clock before leaving by car. They went back to their respective homes and were dropped off at the door of their homes. There was no attack on the way.
Chance.
As expected, Liu Ziguang was not discouraged. He took Mao Boy and asked Lao San carefully about their specific actions, not missing any clues.
Mao Boy's eyes were very sharp and his memory was surprisingly good. He recalled every detail of Yang Feng and others from getting off the bus to entering the magnificent place, and finally Liu Ziguang discovered the details that deserved attention.
The driver of this Passat is Lao San, the middle-aged man in plain clothes who tortured Liu Ziguang with handcuffs in the branch and helped Yang Feng establish relationships. According to Li Jianguo's intelligence, he is now a small boss in the escort company under the municipal bureau, which is a bit...
The kind of person with little power and wide connections.
Every time before the third child gets out of the car, he has to lock a black handbag into the glove box on the passenger seat. This detail is worth pondering. It is said that they are frequent visitors to the Golden Palace, so they can bring any valuables in.
Locked in his car and unwilling to bring in anything splendid, there was only one possibility, and that was a gun.
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Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, it is always good to give it a try. I have been holding this breath for more than ten days. When has such a strong person like Liu Ziguang ever suffered such a dumb loss? He has to deal with Lao San and others no matter what.
The next night, the Passat driven by the third child once again arrived at the magnificent door. The door opened, and three big men with red faces got out of the car. Their steps were a little staggered. The third child looked quite sober and took the handbag slowly.
I checked the combination lock, locked it in the passenger glove box, and picked it to make sure it was locked before opening the door and getting out of the car.
With a sound of "flute", the Passat was locked, and the four guests walked into the magnificent building with unbridled laughter. The security guard in black suits opened the door for them, and the reception girl in cheongsam smiled professionally. These are regular guests. They
It has long been commonplace.
Not long after Lao San and the others entered, two groups of young people also arrived at Jinjinghuihuang in taxis at the same time. They were staggering around and acting like they were drunk. When they walked to the door, they didn't know who bumped into whom. The two groups yelled and cursed,
Then the pushing and shoving started among the young people with bad tempers, and it quickly escalated to the level of a group fight.
If it were a normal group fight, the resplendent security guards would be happy to watch the excitement, but this group fight happened at the door of their own house, so there was no reason to ignore it. The foreman picked up the walkie-talkie and quickly called the brothers upstairs to come down for reinforcements, and then took the people at the door with him.
Several guys went up to break up the fight.
Who would have thought that this group of drunkards didn't even give them the honor of being resplendent in glory? They beat whoever they arrested. Under the push and shove, even the security guards in black suits joined the fray. The scene was so chaotic that no one paid attention. People appeared in the parking lot.
With the sound of the "pipe", the Passat's door lock quietly opened.
A figure lurked over like a ghost, opened a crack in the door, and got into the passenger seat. He lay so low that no one could be seen from the outside. The splendid parking lot was huge, with dozens of cars of all sizes.
Parked here, the security guards who were originally guarding the parking lot went to the door to reinforce, and no one saw what happened to the Passat.
Minutes later, before the security guards from upstairs could rush down, the two groups of drunkards fled. They were not drunk at all when they ran away, which made the security foreman very confused. He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain why.
Something is wrong.
After scratching his head and thinking for a long time, he subconsciously looked at the parking lot and saw that none of the cars were missing. Forget it, one thing more is worse than one thing less, the foreman thought to himself.
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On a remote road by the river, there was a white Jetta parked without a license plate. This was the car left by Zhang Biao. It could be driven after being installed with a new battery. In order not to attract attention, they specially
This humble Jetta was used. At this time, Liu Ziguang and Mao Hai were sitting in the back seat, and Ma was in the driver's seat.
The two groups of people fighting at the magnificent entrance just now were arranged by Liu Ziguang to attract the attention of the security guards and give Ma time to do his work.
Car theft is very common in Jiangbei City. They use decoders bought in Guangdong to steal people's car doors, especially mid-range cars such as Passat and Accord. Because they are easy to sell stolen goods, they are the most popular among car thieves.
The auto repair shop where I work also secretly does some business of helping people modify cars and selling stolen goods. Ma is no amateur at this.
As for the lock on the passenger seat, I can poke it open with any wire. It took Ma less than twenty seconds to do it. Now the black handbag that the third child regarded as a treasure was already in Liu Ziguang's hands.
in hand.
The bag was very expensive, made of genuine leather, with a Montagnard trademark on the front, and a combination lock on it. However, the lock was completely meaningless. Liu Ziguang weighed the weight of the bag and felt confident. He shook off the three-edged wooden scratch.
The skin was broken, and a heavy iron thing fell out.
Sure enough, it was a gun. A very large and heavy pistol. The blue color was already mottled and smelled of gun oil. There was a line of coding numbers engraved on the gun. Look at the bottom of the grip. It was empty. Pull down the bolt and eject the gun.
The bore is also empty. Looking at the muzzle again, the rifling is almost smooth.
Liu Ziguang played with the pistol, rubbed the black five-pointed star on the handle of the gun and exclaimed: "This is the big black star. The Hong Kong gangsters were beaten to death with this piece of crap. It is really getting stronger."
There was a gun but no ammunition, which was very unconventional. He checked the handbag carefully and found a heavy magazine filled with five yellow bullets. Liu Ziguang pushed the magazine in, skillfully pushed the bullet into the chamber, and then ejected the magazine.
Pulling the gun, the shining bullet jumped out from the ejection port, and he grabbed it.
Liu Ziguang was having a great time, but Ma was very frightened: "Brother Liu, this is a gun."
"Nonsense, isn't this a gun? Is it a dog?" Liu Ziguang said with a smile.
"Then, what are you going to do? Isn't it going to..." Ma's face turned pale. Gun-related cases are all big cases, and it won't be easy if you get caught.
Liu Ziguang smiled faintly: "Don't worry, this thing is hot, so I won't keep it, but if you put it in my hands, there are people who are more anxious than me."