Shangguan Jin woke up from his deep sleep and found himself covered in cold sweat, covered with a woolen blanket, the curtains were tightly closed, and a dim small lamp was lit alone on the bedside table.
He touched the area where he was shot in his waist and it had been bandaged. At this moment, his memory suddenly blurred. Where was this place? A home in Beijing? A base dormitory? Shangguan Jin felt a splitting headache and his stomach growled.
Suddenly the door opened a crack, and a dark figure walked in, holding a tray in his hand.
"Who?" Shangguan Jin asked warily.
"I, you must be hungry. I'm bringing you food." The person who came was none other than Liu Ziguang. On the tray in his hand were a steak, potato bacon pasta, a cup of hot milk, as well as knives, forks and chopsticks.
"Thank you." Shangguan Jin reached out and took the dinner plate, put it on the bedside table, and asked, "I didn't expect you to do surgery. I really want to know if there is anything in this world that you don't know how to do."
Liu Ziguang smiled and said: "I am only at the level of a battlefield medic. I can't do this by scraping bones, treating poisons, removing bullets, and connecting nerves and blood vessels."
"Where is Jin Xudong? Have you asked him?"
"I've already gone through the interrogation. This guy was so scared that he almost peed. Oh, I'm sorry, you are eating."
Shangguan Jin stopped his knife and fork and asked, "What's the harvest?"
"The harvest is great. This kid Jin Xudong is the orchestrator of the whole incident and serves as the think tank for both sides. He planned all the cooperation intentions. In addition, he also cheated and sold information to the Japanese, that unlucky guy named Naoto Araki.
, I had dealings with him in the Philippines, and he was shot by me, but he didn’t die.”
"Okay." Shangguan Jin interrupted Liu Ziguang politely, "Stop talking about your great achievements and continue talking about Jin Xudong."
"It's like this. Jin Xudong and Thorpe used to work together in Leituo Mining's Asia-Pacific region. The two had a good relationship, and they were both particularly shrewd types, so they got along well and became friends. With Thorpe's financial support, Jin Xudong expanded
Within my social circle, I have made friends with high-class people including Zou Wenzhong and Ma Fengfeng, and I have maintained good relationships with them. This is one of the reasons why this information trafficker has never been brought to justice."
"Thorpe was not reconciled to the failure in Western Saddamoa and reached out to the country. He tried to obtain part of the equity of Wood Iron Mine through bribery. The specific operation procedure was that Brayman Mining provided a small iron ore in Western Australia with reserves of approximately
That kind of useless stuff with about 50 million tons, Ma Fengfeng and the others secretly controlled this iron ore through international financing channels, and then Zou Wenzhong came forward to acquire this iron ore in the name of Huaxia Mining. You know, the country’s demand for iron ore
It has always been urgent to acquire an iron ore mine in overseas markets, especially in Australia, the home base of Leituo and BHP Billiton. This would not only solve an urgent problem, but also win a card in international politics. Zou Wenzhong's career would be guaranteed. Ma Fengfeng
His wallet swelled a lot, and the middleman Jin Xudong also ended up with a lot of money."
Shangguan Jin nodded, thoughtfully: "The exchange condition is the Wood Iron Mine."
Liu Ziguang continued: "Yes, Ma Fengfeng and the others are not fools, nor are they servile traitors. They are proud red nobles who will not do anything unless they suffer a loss. For them, generosity to others is very simple and cost-effective.
The thing is, the Wood Iron Mine does not belong to them anyway, so I was killed and hunted, all for the sake of the iron mine."
"I understand. This is serious corruption and malfeasance. Zou Wen used the country's resources to enrich his own pockets and obtain political capital. He committed a heinous crime. Ma Fengfeng and Tan Zhihai are the same as him. This is also the original crime for which you were framed. No one is innocent.
Bi Qisin, the Wood Iron Mine has brought you wealth, but it has also brought disaster."
Shangguan Jin sighed and looked at Liu Ziguang with pity.
Liu Ziguang said with a smile: "Actually, there is nothing wrong with them doing this. After all, our ancestors sacrificed their lives and blood to conquer the country. We can destroy it as much as we want. The people can't care about it at all. But I conquered the Wood Iron Mine, and
They have nothing to do with me, so it would be unkind to use my property to borrow flowers and offer them to Buddha."
"Now the situation is basically clear. The only thing we need is evidence. Ma Fengfeng, Zou Wenzhong, Tan Zhihai and the leaders, departments, and companies behind them are a complex collection of interest groups. To bring them down, hearsay and gossip will not work. We must implement them."
Real evidence, evidence that can be obtained." Shangguan Jin said.
Liu Ziguang sneered: "If we want evidence, wouldn't we just let them sign this contract?"
"Of course, otherwise it would be impossible to clear your...our grievances based only on the testimony of witnesses."
Liu Ziguang shrugged his shoulders: "Don't just say, eat, it will be cold later."
"Okay." Shangguan Jin picked up the knife and fork and started cutting the steak. Liu Ziguang continued: "Today's robbery and murder incident was beyond my expectation. I originally thought it was from the Ma Fengfeng faction, but those killers were very good at it.
It looks British, I suspect it was sent by Thorpe."
Shangguan Jin stopped his knife and fork and said, "Not necessarily. You can't tell who the killer is because of what kind of firearm he uses. He may also be a killer arranged by Director Tan."
Liu Ziguang said: "Hong Kong is a free and open city, but for Director Tan, the political cost of making trouble here is too high, so even if he takes action, he will not choose Hong Kong, and to them, I am just a scabies victim."
It's just a problem, but to Thorpe, I'm a serious problem."
"Okay, we don't need to discuss the issue of what level of harm you are. The question now is how to get the evidence?" Shangguan Jin cut into a piece of beef and tasted it, obviously a little surprised.
"It's hard to say this question. If the robbery fails, they may change their plan. Let's take it one step at a time. How about it? The beef is delicious?"
"It's okay, how did you do it?"
"That's right. During the operation, I helped you remove some excess fat from your waist. I thought it was a pity, so I used it to fry steaks."
"Maybe you think it's humorous, but I don't think it's funny at all." Shangguan Jin continued to cut the steak and said, "Six people died on the street, and hundreds of shots were fired with heavy weapons. Do you think Hong Kong is really like a movie?
Is there such lawlessness in Hong Kong? The security of Hong Kong is better than that of any mainland city. If something like this happens, the Commissioner of Police will report to the Chief Executive, and the Ministry of National Security will also intervene. And you, and I, are the two suspects in the shooting case.
The protagonist is still sitting here talking about frying steaks in human fat. I think this is the most ridiculous part."
Shangguan Jin finished the steak while scolding Liu Ziguang.
"Okay, I apologize to you. You need to rest now. Good night." Liu Ziguang picked up the empty plate and walked out. When he reached the door, he turned back and said: "There is a change of clothes in the closet, and the bathroom is next to it.
Yes, the butter is imported from New Zealand, the kind with golden packaging, so there is no excess fat under the skin on your waist."
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In Jiangbei City, after Che Dayong lost face at the Peace Hotel, he did not go home directly. Instead, he, Xie Liang and others found another barbecue stall that was open all night, and ordered a bunch of meat skewers, kidneys and lamb balls, while drinking.
While scolding Bei Xiaoshuai, he unknowingly drank a box of warm beer.
"Brother Yong, the days are long. Don't look at them being crazy now. They may ask for us in the future."
So late?"
Che Dayong wiped his mouth and said: "Don't mention it, those drivers under me are causing me trouble. Li Wei hit someone with his car today. As you know, his driver's license was suspended and he is now driving without a license. That car is
If he doesn't have a sign, it will be a serious crime if he is caught. I gave him three thousand yuan and asked him to go home and hide from trouble. I will spend the night dealing with this matter."
Xie Liang was startled: "Where can I bump into someone?"
Che Dayong said: "I didn't ask in detail. Anyway, you know the route. It's just that one line."
Xie Liang said: "It can't be such a coincidence. My cousin was hit by a dump truck today and is still lying in the hospital."
Che Dayong was also stunned: "You can't joke about this, otherwise we'll go to the hospital and ask. If it's really Li Wei who hit him, I'll make him lose all his money to pay for your cousin. This little kid is just disobedient and says
I have to be careful when driving so many times, but my mother won’t listen!” As he spoke, Brother Dayong became filled with righteous indignation and threw the bottle of wine onto the road in the distance, causing a crash and glass shards all over the ground.
Xie Liang was very calm: "It's too late today. Let's talk about it tomorrow. Brother Dayong, you should go back and rest quickly. It's time for me to go home."
"Okay, you go slowly and I'll settle the bill."
After paying the bill, Che Dayong took a taxi back to his home in Nan'an, a small self-built building in the urban-rural fringe area. His parents lived downstairs and he lived upstairs. His wife had left long ago and he lived alone in a large room.
It's quite spacious.
At 1:30 in the morning, a group of men in black came to the downstairs of Che Dayong's house. The leader shined a flashlight on the house number, directed his men to climb over the wall, and opened the iron door from the inside.
Che Dayong's dog barked wildly. Seeing that the surprise attack was in vain, the men in black simply turned on their flashlights and rushed upstairs. While Che Dayong was still sleeping, someone took off the quilt and pinned him to the bed. The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against his head, and he tried his best.
I struggled to look back, and all I could see was the dazzling flashlight light and the black tactical vest with the word "POLICE" on it.
"What's your name?" A voice rang in my ears.
"Che Dayong."
"Where's the gun?"
"In the bag."
The policeman took out a leather handbag from under the bedside table, opened it and saw that there was indeed a May 4th pistol hidden inside, with three bullets in the magazine.
"Take away!" the leading police officer ordered, and Che Dayong was handcuffed behind his back, pulled up from the bed, his undershirt turned up from behind to cover his head, and dragged out without even wearing any clothes or shoes.
All the lights in the village turned on, and Che Dayong's parents also got up. They were surprised to see their son being taken away by heavily armed police.
The streets were also filled with special police officers wearing steel helmets, their submachine guns flashing coldly under the dim street lights on a winter night.