Breaking Through the Clouds: 103.Chapter 103

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"Yan Xiu, I know about you. Our brothers have spent so many years, and I don't need to say anything else, I also understand...Is it right?"

"Yan Xiu, I know all about you. When Lu Ju and the others came to ask me, everything told the truth. You know that Fang Detachment is my direct leader, so it's still wrong."

"Yan Xiu, I already know about your poisoning and car accident. Although Fang Detachment is my direct leader, our brothers have been in charge for so many years..."

"What are you doing, Brother Qin?" Ma Xiang crossed the corridor with his colleagues, and saw a familiar figure standing outside the door of Yan Xiu's office whispering. When he came closer, he saw that it was Qin Chuan. He slapped his shoulder: "Where do you chant spells? Brother Yan is not here, yo is this for food?"

Qin Chuan was startled and turned back suddenly: "What?"

Ma Xiang has already skilfully opened the plastic bag, took out a peach, took a bite on the clothes, and laughed: "Brother Yan said that he had a fight with Lu Ju yesterday, but today he said he didn't come. Go to work. Are you looking for something to do with him? Would you like to go to his house?"

Yes, the belly draft for a long time was in vain.

Qin Chuan instantly felt that he wasted two tons of precious feelings: "Quarrel? What are you arguing?"

"Where do I know this, it should be--" Ma Xiang lowered his voice and pointed towards the anti-drug detachment: "It's your boss's business. Hey, don't take it to your heart. It doesn't matter to you anyway, let them Go and fight with the great gods, and play Benha together tonight."

"...following line." Qin Chuan stuffed the fruit into Ma Xiang's hand, and waved his hand dumbfoundedly: "Go, when will Yan Xi come back and call me."

"Hey! Good!" Ma Xiang happily returned to the office with the bag of fruits.

·

Gongzhou.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the lights feast.

The corridors of the second floor of the nightclub are dimly lit, and the decoration is exaggerated. The pale gold wallpaper and the thick red patterned carpet on the ground complement each other, successfully creating the cheap luxury in the bones of the old nightclub.

Qi Sihao wore sunglasses and low-key casual clothes. Under the guidance of his mother, Sang Yin, he opened the door of the largest box. A man who was voicing in the clouds immediately stood up: "Oh, here comes the old man. !"

The girls followed one after another: "Brother Qi!"

"Brother Qi!"

……

Qi Sihao waved his hand and ordered two bottles of Macallan to come up in 18 years. Mother Sang immediately laughed and went out with twists and turns.

In the box, I have obviously had a round of drinks. Empty wine bottles are lying on the coffee table. Four or five "Champagne Princesses" are wearing strapless mini skirts, all with excitement and slight drowsiness on their faces. Qi Sihao quickly swept away. Through the makeup that their thick mothers didn’t recognize, he vaguely recognized the girls who were familiar with each other, and then relaxed a little bit, and whispered to the man who was headed by the potbellied man: "You are really good, old man. Liu, it’s the second time this month! What did I say at the beginning?"

"Yes, yes—but how could I expect the goods to sell so well?" Old Liu smiled and stretched out his hands exaggeratedly with a cigarette between his stubby fingers: "Look, it's not yet winter, mid-year The goods just disappeared and the supply exceeded demand! What can I do?"

Qi Sihao sat drinking, his face seemed unhappy.

"However, I also raised the price by 30% as you said, and just went'wholesale'." Old Liu made a gesture and tapped his shoulder to lower his voice: "Old rules, You have already made a call to your son’s foreign account, don’t worry!"

Qi Sihao's face looks better now: "Hey, what kind of friendship is between us, don't worry about money..."

Lao Liu hurriedly followed him in courtesy and praised him for his hard work.

"It's not that I'm tightly refusing to approve it, it's because the wind is tight these days." Qi Sihao sighed: "A while ago, Jianning broke a 502 drug trafficking homicide case, which somehow alarmed the Ministry of Public Security. There is now a rumor that there will be a new type of drug investigation, maybe a new round of nationwide crackdowns a year ago. You said that this day is going to be turbulent, in case someday...hey, I don’t feel very good anyway."

Sure enough, he had only survived his age, and he was born with no life as an official. If he made a small fortune, it would be too hot for money. No wonder the man surnamed Jiang didn't even dare to fart when he was in power.

Old Liu was dissatisfied with his frustrated appearance, but on the surface he couldn't say anything, so he had to persuade him in a nice way: "What are you afraid of? Once the goods are transported from your police to the waste disposal company, no one will count it again. The quantity is there. Besides, the people from the notary office of our province will do the inventory before the final destruction. I have already confessed to the top and bottom to make arrangements, and there will be no more omissions-what else is worth worrying about?"

This is also very reasonable, Qi Sihao's expression seems to be a little loose: "But we have just started this business, and we will start to fight hard. This coincidence is too..."

"I said, man, what are you going to do? Severe crackdowns are available every year! Those tens of kilograms and hundreds of kilograms are all right. Where can the country have so much time to stare at us? You seem to be too careful. Come and come and make a toast to Brother Qi!"

Several "champagne princesses" all came up with a smile to persuade them to drink, the red flowers and the green ring were fat and thin, and Qi Sihao's face was beating with a few glasses, and a girl was hugged in his arms, and finally all that little caution was thrown to the horizon.

"I will bring out another batch of goods this week," Qi Sihao said to Lao Liu with a half glass of wine, "But you should also pay attention. While walking..."

Old Liu kept perfunctory: "Know! Know!"

The two of them drink well, sing and throw dice with the girl in their arms, Qi Sihao pats Lao Liu with a cigarette, drunk and said: "It's good to know-hey, I'll go and solve it."

The box door opened and closed. Qi Sihao walked towards the end of the corridor dizzyly. He didn't see the dark part of the corner behind him.

"Brother Jiang," Yang Mei said softly, "He is out."

The positive red velvet dress wraps Yang Mei's bumpy figure, her hair is pulled up feminine and lean, revealing a slender neck like fat, and the diamond necklace shines brightly in the deep concave career line. She lifted the slightly curled sideburns around her earlobes, and pressed the small button contactor in her ears along the way, only listening to Jiang Ting’s calm voice:

"No need to follow, continue to observe."

Yang Mei is nervous and anxious: "He won't find out that he is planning to run away, right?"

"..." There was a moment of silence across the headset, and then Jiang Ting said calmly: "According to what I know about men, it should be to go to the toilet after drinking too much."

Yang Mei: "..."

At the same moment, at the back door of the nightclub.

Jiang Ting wears a Bluetooth headset, with one hand supporting his head and the other on the Phaeton steering wheel. Suddenly the passenger door was opened, and Yan Xiu sat in with the cold wind outside the car, his face turned blue for some reason, and he seemed to be with unspeakable secret pain.

"Huh—" Yan Xiu sat down and let out a long sigh of relief.

Yang Mei over the headset obviously heard the movement: "What's the matter? The surname Yan went to the toilet again?"

Yan Xi rolled his eyes implicitly and decently.

"I said Deputy Yan Detachment, we don’t know each other for a long time, and I don’t know if your body has a'slightly hidden illness', but if you look exhausted every time you go to the toilet, is it necessary? Go to the hospital and have a look." Yang Mei gloated: "After all, you are only in your thirties, and you haven't found a wife yet. The next few decades of marriage and life are--"

Driving from Jianning to Gongzhou, Yan Xiu swallowed his breath all the way, but this time he finally didn't plan to bear it anymore.

"Hi, it's okay," he drew a wet tissue to wipe his hands, and lazily said: "Actually, I never told you that this pot should belong to Han Xiaomei."

Yang Mei: "?"

Jiang Ting pressed his forehead.

"I blame her for bringing me scrambled eggs with leeks — leeks, boss Yang, you know. In addition, your brother Jiang is very enthusiastic. As a responsible man, I can’t let my spouse down, no matter how strong it is. Sometimes it’s squeezed dry.” Yan Xiu modestly said: “It’s okay, don’t worry about your brother Jiang, I’ll be fine tonight, he understands.”

Yang Mei: "………………"

Yang Mei's face was blank, and she suffocated for a while: "Brother Jiang?"

Jiang Ting affirmed: "Well, it is indeed Han Xiaomei's fault."

Yan Xiu sat on the co-pilot and lifted his thigh triumphantly.

"The scrambled eggs with chives and chives that Han Xiaomei brought him did not contain any chili. Yan Xi didn't think it tasted, so he had to cut the chili pepper and stir-fry it. After cutting the chili pepper, he suddenly became anxious and went to the toilet before he could wash his hands... …"

Yan Xi found that something was wrong and flew over to cover Jiang Ting's mouth, but it was too late.

"He will be like this when he comes back," Jiang Ting said with a smile: "In short, it is...burn it, Firebird!"

Yang Mei's professionalism as an informant for many years saved her at this moment. If she were not performing a stalking mission, she would definitely laugh out the most frenzied laugh in her life.

Firebird Yan Xiu covered his face with one hand, and his horrible expression could be seen between his fingers.

"You should know that I will not keep this secret," Jiang Ting jokingly said, "From when you passed the high-speed toll booth, you took the initiative to tell people that you were almost drained by your wife last night."

Yang Mei hid in the corner, observing the corridor of the box with a small mirror for makeup, while covering her mouth and babbling, suddenly seeing something in the mirror reflection, she quickly whispered: "Qi Sihao is back!"

"Don't be in a hurry, pay attention to cover."

"No, wait." Yang Mei suddenly realized something was wrong: "It's not Qi Sihao, it's the foreman with the other two men... weird."

A new visitor came, but mother Sang did not have the slightest enthusiasm or flattery on her face. On the contrary, she lowered her head, shoulders and back, and walked quite stiffly. She seemed to be trying to hide a trace of... fear?

Why should she be afraid?

Yang Mei had the courage to probe a little, and saw that his mother Sang took the two men in black into the box of Qi Sihao, and after a while, she came out with a few exposed princesses, shivering and bringing them to the door. Not daring to stop, they immediately greeted the girls to go out in a hurry.

Who is the comer?

Yang Mei looked suspiciously at the closed box. However, the nightclub's walls and doors were all soundproofed, preventing all information from leaking out, so she couldn't find out what was going on inside.

Jiang stopped in the headset and asked: "What's the matter?"

"The situation is not right," Yang Mei whispered and quickly reported what had just happened, worrying: "Why hasn't Qi Sihao come back?"

In the Phaeton, Jiang Ting and Yan Xi looked at each other.

"Wait, he is back!"

Qi Sihao has a red head and full face. He is full of alcohol. He didn't notice any abnormalities around him, and he didn't know that he was about to suffer a catastrophe. He strode to the door of the box and pushed it, the next moment, Yang Mei clearly saw his back stiff.

"Who are you?!"

Before speaking, he was pulled in by the people in the box, bang! The door slammed shut!

"Brother Jiang!" Yang Mei lost her voice: "The situation has changed!"

"——What are you doing? What do you want to do?" In the box, Qi Sihao's face was completely drunk, and his cry was so sharp that he went out of tune: "Stop, who are you?!"

Yingying and Yanyan are nowhere to be seen. Lao Liu's face is red and purple, and a black-clothed man stepped on his chest with one foot on his chest. He stubbornly struggled against the back of the sofa, making a whining sound in his mouth. The man restrained Old Liu Yi like a backhand, and at the same time he took out the paper bag from his pocket, poured the white powder into the mouth of the wine bottle and shook it a few times, then leaned forward and grabbed Old Liu's chin, forcing him to open the whole bottle of wine. It poured into the throat.

"Stop! Come, come! Help!"

Qi Sihao turned around and rushed towards the door. He just turned around and ran into another man. The latter hit his stomach with an iron fist and fell heavily to the ground, making a screaming scream.

Lao Liu was struggling to die, but was unable to break free from the killer’s well-trained restraints. In the chaos, half a bottle of wine was spilled on his body and on the sofa, and most of it poured into his throat. The deadly high-purity hero|Yin quickly melted into Blood.

The man let go of his hand, and Old Liu's fat body was unable to slide down, his pupils spread rapidly, and a "cuckling" puffing sound was made in his throat.

"It's over." The man knelt down and rolled his eyelids, and said coldly: "Drug overdose causes death, and the rest of the police will deal with it."

Qi Sihao was already limp to the ground, his whole body trembling with fear: "I, I am a policeman, how dare you..."

"You return the police," the man who punched him sneered, "How come you can't remember that you are a sliver when you secretly sell our boss's goods?"

Qi Sihao was caught by thunder instantly, and he forgot to tremble.

The man didn't know what he thought of, and muttered contemptuously: "It's all police, why are your bones so soft."

"Okay, let's just say a few words." The black-clothed man who had killed before stepped forward and easily dragged the dog-like Qi Sihao from the ground and said: "Let's go."

"You, you, you, where are you going to take me, you--"

"Shut up!" The black-clothed man yelled impatiently: "Dare to talk more, I will kill you on the way!"

Qi Sihao was like a stone in his throat, his knees were so soft that he couldn't even stand up. The two assassins nodded to each other, and opened the box door while holding him on the left and right.

"They are out." Yang Mei was completely hidden behind the large vase, trying to make herself sound more calm: "What should I do now, Brother Jiang?"

"Follow up."

Yang Mei paused.

The next second she heard a bang from the communication device. It was the Phaeton car door being slammed. Jiang Ting strode into the back alley while pressing the wireless headset with one hand, his jacket rising with the night breeze behind him.

"Yan Xiu and I are walking in," his instructions are always concise: "Prepare to meet."

·

Qi Sihao didn't dare to say anything, or even raised his head to see people. However, the visitor had obviously made preparations in advance, and the entire corridor of the second floor box was empty, and there was no ghost shadow.

He was so violently held, he staggered through the corridor and plunged into the safety fire corridor. He didn't notice what the two assassins seemed to feel the moment the door closed, and quickly exchanged glances with each other.

"The fire exit on the second floor, they should have gone down." Yang Mei took off her high heels, stuffed it into the corner trash can, followed behind her barefoot and silently like a cat, whispering: " I'll go in and have a look. You must be careful, Brother Jiang. I guess that the director of the notary office surnamed Liu has been killed, and 80% of this nightclub has something to do with drug trafficking..."

Jiang Ting said: "I see, you are also careful."

Just as Yang Mei was about to answer, another awkward voice came from the communication device: "Be careful."

"?" Yang Mei couldn't help asking: "That was Deputy Yan Detachment just now?"

Jiang Ting: "..."

Yan Xiu: "..."

"Who did Deputy Yan tell you to be careful?" Yang Mei was as shocked as she had discovered the New World: "Am I? Is it me?"

"Yes, it's you!" Yan Xiu gritted his teeth and said: "You are a firework with a different color! You are the strongest foam! Any questions?!"

Yang Mei: "………………"

Jiang Ting sighed: "I will never take you two out to do errands at the same time..."

Yang Mei cat hid in front of the fire door, silently counting to twenty, then gently pushed the door open.

Squeak--

The incandescent light penetrated, and there was no movement. The footsteps of the man in black holding Qi Sihao down faintly echoed in the corridor.

Yang Mei sighed silently, pressing the contact device in her ear: "I'm going in now." Then she swiftly stepped into the fire escape.

The last time she and Jiang Ting came to Gongzhou to investigate, she had already touched the nightclub that Qi Sihao had used as a secret stronghold, and she had also found out the basic terrain here. In addition to the first and second floors, the nightclub also has a basement as a warehouse. The elevator is not accessible. You can only get in through the corridor. The man in black obviously intends to take Qi Sihao into the warehouse.

So, what's in the underground warehouse?

Are they planning to kill people?

Yang Mei's soft toes stepped on the concrete steps and went downstairs lightly and quickly, without making any sound. When she walked to the corner on the first floor, she heard the sound of the warehouse door being pushed open on the first floor. She was about to continue to follow, but she suddenly noticed something. Her scalp exploded, and cold sweat came out on her back. Up--

Why are there only two people in the footsteps ahead?

The two men in black wear high-top short boots, and Qi Sihao also wears hard-soled shoes. The movement in this kind of echoing corridor is very obvious, unless Qi Sihao has fainted and was carried away, otherwise The sound of footsteps going downstairs and entering the negative floor should be three.

So what about another person?

Where is another person——

Yang Mei raised her head subconsciously, her pupils suddenly tightening.

Beside the armrest of the corridor above, a black-clothed man was looking down at her condescendingly, and slowly took out a short knife from his trouser pocket, showing a deep smile.