Breaking Through the Clouds: 128.Chapter 128

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"It's not easy." The king of spades moved his cervical spine, seeming to be a little emotional, and smiled: "Just to hear this from his mouth, three years ago we almost made a fire and Come... Just admit it early."

Yan Xiu opened his mouth, but only his chest was ups and downs with trembling gasps, and his throat was like a sour lump. After a while, he exhausted all his energy to squeeze out a voice:

"...Of all the things you have said to me, only this sentence I hope is lying."

"Nonsense!" Uncle Bo, who was finally let go of his mouth, yelled at this moment: "Nonsense, you just discussed to pour dirty water on Wu Tun! Wen Shao! You are now full of wings and want to kill you. We old men are afraid of being discussed first, so we just want to find excuses to attack Wu Tun! You are unfilial!"

The king of spades does not move his eyes: "Oh, is it?"

"When did Wu Tun kill you? He was not good enough for your son?! We old people will give way sooner or later, and now we dare not let go of power, nothing more than worry about the safety of the family. ! We actually—"

"Wu Tun just wanted to kill him."

Uncle Bo's bitterness was interrupted, his expression was very funny for a while, and he stared at Jiang Ting.

But Jiang Ting didn't look at him or anyone. With his jet-black eyelashes drooping, his gaze fell on the blood-dried grass in front of him, his face was alienated and cold, and he continued: "Although Operation 1009 was not directly planned by Wu Tun, he did give me the order to kill the king of spades. Instructions. The entire anti-drug case in the plastic factory was a murder that I committed against the king of spades in order to execute his orders."

Uncle Bo jumped forward abruptly. Because of the lack of support from his subordinates, he almost stumbled and stumbled on the grass: "You shut up! You forgot who adopted you from the orphanage back then? You forgot about yourself. How did you wag your tail and beg for food like a dog?! Wu Tun raised you, so you worked with outsiders to slander him?!"

Jiang Ting closed his eyes and drew a sigh, and pressed the corners of his trembling lips.

K of spades scoffed: "Talking, what do you say you are so excited for?"

The old man still scolded, but Jiang Ting had already controlled his emotions and said: "I understand, but everything I say is true. You can choose not to believe it."

Uncle Bo was furious: "Fact? You didn't say that when confronted in public three years ago!"

Yan Xiu's eardrum hummed, and he subconsciously cast his eyes on Jiang Ting.

But Jiang Ting didn't have any flaws, and he didn't even show the slightest anxiety or anxiety. He still calmly said: "That's because I'm afraid of being killed by you after I admit it."

The old man was taken aback.

"As long as I bite to death and do not confess Wu Tun, you will try to rescue me from the king of spades. This is my purpose. As for the relationship between Operation 1009 and Wu Tun, you can really check it. Find out the clues."

Speaking, Jiang paused, and those jet black eyes looked at Yan Xiu: "I didn't want to admit it in front of you, because I hope that no matter what happens, I can keep a little bit in your heart. Not that bad image. But now it seems that this should be an extravagant hope. No one thought you would appear in Yuanlong Gorge, so this should be God’s will."

Yan Ji looked at him in a daze, and even a humble thought flashed in his heart at that moment: then don't say it--

As long as you don’t even say it--

But that cowardice was forced to death by him as soon as he appeared. Yan Xi stood there straight, looking back at Jiang Ting's calm face blankly.

"Every step of the preparation for Operation 1009 has been reported to Wu Tun through encrypted emails." Jiang Ting said indifferently in the sudden change of Uncle Po's eyes, "This should prove that Wu Tun supported the murder. ."

"...You are talking nonsense, it's impossible..." The old man's face went purple with anger, and he roared: "It's impossible!"

Jiang Ting ignored his incoherent roar: "A few years ago, the king of spades came back from the United States and brought back the latest fentanyl compound formula. At that time, Wu Tun's body was not that bad, so when he discovered that black When Tao K began to get rid of the control of the old people and develop an independent market, he felt threatened and ordered me to watch closely. I followed the blue and gold line for a year or two, and finally found an underground system on the edge of Gongzhou. Poison factory, but unfortunately the whereabouts were exposed and encountered the king of spades."

Speaking of him, the conversation turned: "Yan Xiu, I mentioned this to you, should you remember it?"

——The gloomy underground factory was washed away by heavy rain, and countless valuable "blue gold" just piled on the ground casually. These drugs that bring the supreme joy to addicts will pass through Yuanlong Gorge, through the border of Yunnan, and be sold to Southeast Asia and even North America; the profit of this plant alone will bring six billion for the king of spades.

Jiang Ting finally opened his mouth hoarsely in the face of the dark blue light that flickered like hellish eyes: "...So are you going to kill me now?"

"You are my only brother. It hasn't changed in more than ten years. All wealth and authority can be divided equally with me." The king of spades replied with a smile, and his gentle tone and muzzle became extremely ironic. Contrast: "Don't sell your life for Wu Tun, Red Heart Q, I will always have your place here."

"But at that time, the king of spades did not have the upper hand in the fight between father and son, so I did not completely cut off the connection with the ace of grass flower. Within the organization, the disputes of various interests are extremely complicated and slightly wrong. You may be crushed by a single step. This dangerous balance lasted until three or four years ago, when Wu Tun finally decided to get rid of his heir completely. What was lacking was just an opportunity."

Uncle Bo couldn't help but yelled: "There is nothing like this! We old people are just for the good of the family, Wu Tun has never had that idea!"

The old man’s fierce rebuttal was so sharp that he even stunned the birds in the forest not far away, but Jiang Ting’s narrative was not affected: “Three and a half years ago, Wu Tun decided to store hundreds of kilograms of bulk goods. Get it away, I am responsible for coordinating and arranging the work. The King of Spades will personally participate in this transaction. I realized that this is the best opportunity to murder the King of Spades, so I simultaneously conceived Operation 1009."

"In those one or two years, the penetration of the King of Spades in Gongzhou became deeper and deeper, and the news became more and more informed. In order to prevent the 1009 project from being leaked out by his insiders, I deliberately made several arrangements. First of all,'Red Heart Q'conveyed this piece of information to the police through several undercover agents such as'Rivet': Drug dealers will adopt the method of separating people, money, and goods, and the place where firepower is armed and hundreds of kilograms of drugs are traded in the suburbs of Gongzhou. In the ecological park, the buyers and sellers stay in the plastic factory; therefore, as a response, the Gongzhou Municipal Bureau should send most of the elite firepower to the ecological park to attack the tough, while a small part of the police force is dispersed to the plastic factory. 'The buyer and seller, including myself."

"So on the day of Operation 1009, except for me and Yue Guangping, the entire Gongzhou City Bureau thought that I took a command vehicle and brought a large number of special police anti-narcotics police to the ecological park. My arrangement is to ensure that In the case of someone inside the police being infiltrated by the King of Spades, the confidentiality of the entire plan is still maintained."

Yes, the last sensibility in Yan Xi's mind tells himself that Jiang Ting can do this.

He is not only the planner of Operation 1009, but also the heart Q within the drug cartel; he knows exactly who is the police undercover in the organization, so he can easily pass false information to the Gongzhou Municipal Bureau through these undercover agents.

"At the same time within the organization, I must ensure that the transaction goes smoothly, so I made the opposite arrangement." Jiang stopped swallowing, but did not relieve the hoarse voice, and continued: "I told them that on the day of 1009, I Will bring a large number of elite police to the ecological park, so the buyers and sellers, firepower and hundreds of kilograms of bulk goods are determined to be in the plastic factory, and only a part of the ecological park will be left scattered and broken. Of course, this information is only a very small number of participants. The high-level operation knows that low- and middle-level personnel like the'rivet' will not be contacted. Therefore, even if the king of spades uses the inside line he buried in the Gongzhou City Bureau to inquire about the news, he can only detect the police. The plan to encircle and suppress the ecological park, so he should not doubt my arrangement for this transaction."

"...Only Yue Guangping knows the real action plan," Yan Xiu heard his own voice slowly saying, "Yue Guangping cooperated with you and transferred all the elite police forces to the plastic factory just before the action..."

"Yes, my ultimate goal is to kill the King of Spades. Even if Operation 1009 is successful, the police will seize a large number of drugs and both buyers and sellers. This loss is nothing compared to removing the King of Spades. It was prepared for Operation 1009. Every step was reported to Wu Tun via encrypted email, and he also said at the time...cough cough cough..."

Probably because of falling into the water, Jiang Ting coughed when he said these words. The king of spades turned around, and saw Jiang Ting barely stop his coughing, and looked up at Yan Xiu: "...He expressed his understanding."

Yan Xi's ears are darkened, and he looks straight at him.

Jiang Ting looked at him expressionlessly.

After a few breaths, he withdrew his gaze and turned to the king of spades, his pale lips were slightly curved, revealing a trace of ridicule:

"The only flaw in this murder is that I didn't expect the murdered target to personally run as his undercover agent."

The King of Spades smiled and nodded: "It's easy to say. If it weren't for Yue Guangping, Operation 1009 would be successful. It's a mistake."

"But you didn't say that at the beginning!" I saw Uncle Bo stumbled forward a few steps. The bodyguards guarded him vigilantly to prevent any changes. The old man's fingers stopped at Jiang a little bit in the air. Spit Xingzi almost sprayed onto his icy side face: "When Wen Shao asked you to confront him in court, if it weren't for the old men of us, could you be let go?! If the truth is like you said. Like that, Wu Tun wanted to kill his own son. Then why didn’t you just drag Wu down to the water according to Wen Shao, but wait until now?!"

Uncle Po is impatient, but this is a point.

The king of spades wanted a reason to turn his face with his father, and Jiang Ting could only give this confession. But the king of spades is not the kind of person who will leave his opponent alive as long as he obediently does things according to his will. If he was, Jiang Ting could tell the truth and tell the truth three years ago.

Then three years later, Jiang Ting suddenly retorted and dragged the Wu Tun sect into the water, and his credibility was naturally compromised.

"Do you really believe him? Wen Shao, after so many things, you still don't know how much he is worthy of being trusted?!" Uncle Bo pointed at Jiang Ting, hating iron and steel and pointing at the king of spades: "He seems to be honestly coming back to take refuge in you now, but if he really didn't cheat, why did he run out of life and death three years ago!"

The king of spades wanted to say something, but Jiang Ting interrupted him: "Because Yue Guangping was not dead at that time."

The voice of this sentence is not high, but it is very clear, blocking the old man into a choke: "What can it explain..."

"Yue Guangping is alive, it means that my retreat from the city council is not cut off. As long as I get rid of the king of spades, I can smoothly return to the police camp." Jiang Ting's eyes flashed, and his undisguised self-deprecation was even more obvious. "And now that Yue Guangping is dead, Gongzhou thinks that I am the murderer of'rivet'; Lu Ju in Jianning knows that I am a red heart Q; as for Yan Xiu——"

He turned his gaze to Yan Xiu, silently like a feather passing by in the wind.

Yan Xi closed his eyes.

"I don't think I have any credibility in Team Yan." Jiang Ting said softly, "In other words, all the facts now prove that I am a traitor. Except for the king of spades, I will There is no way out."

The king of spades folded his hands in front of him, and his usual smile appeared in his eyes. Three years ago, he also said the bet with the same expression——

"No matter how perfect your tongue is, no one will trust it, no one will listen, because all the facts have proven that you are a traitor."

"As long as there is one policeman who is willing to believe you--even if there is only one, I have lost the game."

"Do I need to say more?" Jiang Ting finally turned his face and stared at the old man mockingly: "I thought such a simple logic didn't need to be explained at all."

The expression on Uncle Po's face is really wonderful. If no one stopped him, it is estimated that he would have rushed to tear Jiang Tang alive.

But the ferocious look didn't stop Jiang Ting. His physical strength and spirit have been overdrawn to a limit. It seems that he really has no strength, and he has completely given up struggling. He shook his head lazily and laughed mockingly:

"Back then, you wanted to fish me out of the king of spades. Wasn't it the idea to send me back to the city office, Uncle Bo? Your old people didn't call me "open to help". That's just use, you and I know it very well."

That was what happened within the drug cartel within a few months after the 1009 bombing--

Yan Xiu doesn't know why he can still think. His soul seemed to be drowning in the ice hell, and at the same time tormented in a boiling oil pan; but his brain refused to give up, still running at high speed uncontrollably.

The part of the thinking that belongs to the criminal investigator seems to be out of the body, stripped of feelings, suspended in mid-air, cold and mechanically pulling all clues deep in the brain, separating and analyzing them one by one, regardless of whether the heart is undergoing tearing Despair and pain.

Jiang Ting's hoarse voice is clearly sounding from not far away:

"If you are older, how about I repeat the scene three years ago to you, right to remind you to remember?"

The old man's yellow pupils trembled in his eye sockets, and his face couldn't help twitching. He realized that this young man was right. Whether it was Wu Tun who sent him to the police in the first place, or later fished him out of the king of spades, it was actually just because Jiang Ting’s utilization value was restored. in.

Now that Wu Tun's power is declining, Jiang stops and goes to the king of spades to fight back. To a large extent, it means that these old people are finally gone--

In other words, the disaster of extinction is coming.

Three years ago, January 9th.

Sino-Myanmar border, Xiaomengla.

There is a long table in the huge hotel suite hall, and there are no fewer than twenty people sitting on both sides. Most of them are elderly people on the left. The oldest beards and hair are all white, and the lighter ones have passed their fate; on the right, most of them are young and middle-aged, all dressed neatly and talking in low voices, and quite a few of them have typical Southeast Asian looks. Pedigree characteristics.

The waiting person hasn't arrived for a long time, and the voice of discussion gradually rang. Just when someone couldn't help but wanted to ask, the doorknob suddenly clicked and turned, and then it was pushed open.

All the sounds were strangely silent for an instant.

Ajie pushed the door to scan the room, and ably pulled away and nodded, indicating that there was nothing unusual, and then took a half step back.

In that quiet and suffocating atmosphere, the king of spades walked in the door, handed him open the armchair at the end of the long table, and sat down where all eyes were focused.

"Boss..." Someone on the right side of the long table thought of getting up and greeting. Before he could speak, the king of spades casually pressed his hand down:

"I came here today to make things clear, no more trouble."

The few people sat back cautiously, only to see the ace of spades move outside the door: "Bring in."

Ajie left at the order, and for a short while, he personally escorted a young man and appeared in the hall while staring at him.

Whoever sees the young man will immediately notice at the first glance that his complexion is extremely bad, very weak, and his physical and mental condition has been weakened to the lowest point. What's more unusual is that his eyes are covered with a black cloth. I don't know how long it has been since he took it off. The contrast makes his face paler, and at first glance he even feels a little bit pierced.

"If you confront, just confront, why do you blindfold him?" An old man on the left side of the long table opened his mouth dissatisfied: "Is it necessary for you?"

The young man was escorted into the room by Ajie, pulled an armchair and sat down. The blindfold was quite dark and dense, and the expression on his face seemed blank, facing the people on the long table.

The king of spades didn't say a word, until he sat down, he turned to the old man who took the lead: "Of course it is necessary."

"You..."

"Sensual deprivation is the softest interrogation method I can think of, otherwise the other methods will be more intense." The king of spades looked at the old people on the left, and slowly smiled: "--not to this day. Let him confess the truth."