Breaking Through the Clouds: 129.Chapter 129

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In the eyes of these drug dealers, big and small, the king of spades is the kind of person who is usually reluctant to speak, but has an extremely strong sense of presence. As soon as he said this, it was as if a basin of cold water was splashed into the oil pan, and the whole pan was about to explode in an instant.

Several old people on the left changed their colors at the same time: "What did you say?"

The forces with the king of spades on the right got up one after another: "What is the truth?" "Boss, what is going on?!"

"On October 9th last year, we traded 200 kilograms of bulk goods in Gongzhou City. Ten minutes before the transaction, the location was urgently changed from the plastic factory to the ecological garden cultivation base. At the same time, it was originally said that it was only in the plastic factory. The police officers who were'behaved' arrived with more than a dozen vehicles, and special police officers were all ready. Half an hour later, a series of explosions occurred in the plastic factory."

The ace of spades is not loud, but when he speaks, everyone is silent, only listening to his steady voice resounding throughout the room:

"Red Heart Q betrayed me and wanted to kill me. But to be honest, it's not surprising that he wanted to do this. All I want to know is one thing."

"——Who instigated him?"

The last few words were faintly exerted extra force. On the left side of the long table, a man in his fifties wearing a bright yellow Burmese sarong frowned and said: "Instigate? What do you mean?"

The Burmese woman in cheongsam lowered her eyebrows and took the tea. The K of Spades lowered her head and grinds the lid of the teacup, then said in a slight heat:

"Wu Tun wants to murder me."

The explosiveness of these short six characters is simply the geometric power of the previous one. The whole room froze, and then it exploded, denying, ranting, roaring, the sharp friction of the tables and chairs moving on the ground... all Mixed together, the eardrums hummed.

"How is it possible, don't be silly!" The Burmese man who spoke just now dissatisfied: "Wu Tun has been getting worse and worse in the past two years. How can you have the energy to plan this? You are simply slander! Evidence? Evidence? Where is it?!"

The king of spades took a breath.

Boom!

The hand|The gun was slammed on the table, the loud noise made the surrounding quiet. A Jie's eyes were cold, sweeping across everyone's face, until several people hushed and silenced.

"Jiang Ting," the king of spades called back: "What you told me before, tell them to them as they are."

Jiang Ting’s face may be due to the fact that there are few expressions in normal times. His skin is smooth and clean, and he is still in his twenties at first glance. Dressed thickly in winter, his neck, shoulders, arms, and hands resting on his thighs are extremely thin, and a chilly whiteness emerges from his skin, sitting there alone in the line of people's attention.

When the Burmese man saw that the situation was wrong, he scolded first: "Why does he say it counts, isn't he a traitor? How do we know if he is taking the opportunity to stir the muddy water, taking the opportunity to pull Wu Tun into the water, and slap us on our heads. ! I don’t think there is any need to interrogate, just pull it out——"

"Jiang Ting," the tone of the king of spades was still unexpectedly gentle, but it aggravated slightly.

"...I disclosed the transaction in October last year to the police."

Jiang Ting's voice is very dumb, and his voice is unstable. That should be the reason why he is so weak that he cannot maintain his breath.

Then in dozens of eager, nervous, or eye-catching sights around him, his pale red lips opened again, and he said, "It was my idea, and Wu Tun didn't know it."

After a brief silence, the boiling emotions on the left and right sides of the long table suddenly reversed. All kinds of clamors abruptly, and this time he turned into A Jie, and even the king of spades was taken aback.

"What...what's going on? What do you say now?" The Burmese man quickly recovered his confidence: "You heard the king of spades, what do you say now?!"

An old man tremblingly got up and asked Jiang Ting, "Is the king of spades forcing you?"

"He forced you to identify Wu Tun, didn't he?"

……

Ajie stared at the left side of the long table, a cruel expression appeared between his eyebrows, and asked in a low voice: "Big Brother?"

The King of Spades raised his hand to stop his unspoken words.

"The purpose of disclosing the information to the police is only to organize Operation 1009, so as to accumulate merits, and to climb up. I have been marginalized for a long time in Myanmar and hardly know anything about what happened inside, so if I want to grab more power , Can only increase my bargaining chip within the police. This is my motivation."

Jiang Ting's narrative came from the noise, as if he had exercised it many times in his heart, smooth and calm without any muddle, every word and every pause was natural.

"This plan is my own claim. I have not asked Wu Tun for instructions in advance, and there is no evidence to prove his knowledge. As for the idea of ​​murdering the young owner, it has never happened before. I don’t know that he will appear in the plastic factory. , I didn’t even know that he would personally participate in this operation..."

A loud question from someone on the right side of the long table was overwhelmed: "How could you not know that Young Master was at the trading site?!"

"I thought it was Jin Jie who was betting the dart." Jiang Ting did not hesitate, A Jie's cheeks twitched immediately, only to listen to him indifferently: "I don't think it's a big deal to kill him."

Judging from Ajie's expression, he really restrained and restrained, so he didn't make a dirty word on the spot.

But no one noticed this anymore. The Burmese man stood up and directed at the king of spades: "I said why Wu Tun would want to kill you. As expected, you were the first to pour dirty water on Wu Tun's head. !"

Many people couldn't help the stimulating transfers like a roller coaster. They stood up and accused each other, defended, yelled and even verbally abused each other. Suddenly, the crowd in the house was so angry that several waitresses shivered against the wall with fright.

The oldest old man on the left stood up with a cane and seemed to want to persuade the Burmese man in his fifties to calm down, but the latter was anxious to find the place where he was beaten by the king of spades. Taking advantage of this time, he pointed to the whole long table one by one: "Everyone heard it, right? What is the idea in the heart of the king of spades. Is the evidence now conclusive? He just wants to make the first move. To deal with us, today is just missing an excuse, maybe tomorrow we don’t even need an excuse!"

The King of Spades originally leaned back in the armchair, with his hands in his trouser pockets, his posture was very casual and relaxed, but he took a breath and stood up forward.

"Where are we sorry for you, obviously everyone is going to one place, begging for money but not for life. You are better, since you came back from the United States, you have been doing things all the time, and we don’t put our old men In my eyes..."

The king of spades walked behind the emotional Burmese man, but the man was still talking loudly and didn't feel the slightest danger. The expression of the king of spades is too flat, even a little careless, no matter who sees it, he will think that he is just walking away and saying a few words.

"If you go on like this, our two groups can't cooperate, we can't cooperate at all. You like to stabbing a knife in the back, don't talk about the loyalty of the older generation, you--"

A reprimand from the Burmese man.

Everyone around was stunned.

——I saw the king of spades standing behind the man, reaching out to pick up the knife in front of him, and stabbing his backhand deeply into his windpipe!

Puff--blood spurted crazily, as if a reservoir was opened, and the pressure caused it to splash half of the table in an instant. After just two seconds of silence, a circle of people staggered to their feet amid the sharp rubbing of tables and chairs, and the waiter screamed in horror!

"Gluck..." The Burmese man made an inflated sound in his throat, his eyes widened open. As soon as the king of spades drew his sword, he fell to the table amidst the thumping sound.

"If you have something to say, don't yell." The king of spades calmly said, throwing away the **** knife with a clear cry, drew out a tissue and wiped his **** hands.

There was no sound in the house, except that the blood fell from the edge of the table drop by drop, and the people from all directions gasped for depression.

Hei pick K turned around and walked to Jiang Ting, looked at him from a downward angle for a long time, and then asked: "You know what you did just now is called turning back against the water, right?"

Jiang stopped speaking, because he was blindfolded, and he couldn't see whether there was any expression of fear.

The king of spades thought for a while, and suddenly asked: "I sometimes feel that you are so sure that you will not be killed by me, is it because..."

Because he was interrupted by Jiang Ting before finishing what he said, the corners of his lips turned slightly: "You kill me now, don't you just sit down and force me to frame Wu Tun?"

These words were so invincible that the king of spades was stunned for a while.

"...You are..." After a long time, the Spades K laughed and shook his head and exclaimed: "If you stand by my side sincerely, then it is really..."

Jiang Ting said: "Then you are really dreaming."

Everyone in the room gradually recovered from the shock and panic, and once again there was an extremely small and suppressed voice of discussion. The old man who had just tried to dissuade the Burmese man sighed helplessly, tapped the ground with his cane, and issued a loud voice: Boom! Boom!

After attracting the attention of everyone, he turned to the king of spades, pointed to Jiang Ting and said in a deep voice: "He has indeed been far from the core of the group in the past few years. It is not surprising that this kind of thought will arise. But. It is not easy to bury his nail in Gongzhou. Wu Tun’s matter should be just a misunderstanding, so stop worrying about it."

Ajie's eyebrows were jittery, as if he wanted to say something, but the king of spades said "Huh?"

"I see what happened in October last year. Since it did not cause any loss, it is better to put Heart Q back. The position inside the police is very important to us, especially..."

"Is it important to your people?" The king of spades looked back and smiled.

The old man helplessly pointed to the corpse lying prone on the table with a cane, meaningfully: "The cooperation between the two groups of us is also very important. It's better not to tear our faces."

The king of spades seems to be lost in thought.

Since last October, two groups of people have disputed this matter no less than five or six times, but none of them have been able to figure out the treacherous attitude of the king of spades. Everyone anxiously signaled to each other and looked at him squintingly, until even Ajie became a little uncomfortable, only to see the king of spades suddenly speak: "Okay."

The old man's wrinkled face loosened.

"I can put him back as you have always requested, and even send him back to Gongzhou myself. But I can't be sure whether he has turned against the police, whether he has completely betrayed our entire group in order to rely on the police. So in order to prove this, I have to ask him to do one thing."

"What's the matter?" the old man asked subconsciously.

The king of spades smiled at him, but said nothing, turned around and paused in Jiang Ting's ear.

"It's not that easy," he said softly, "You can't go back."

Jiang Ting's face under the black cloth moved, and in the next second he only asked the king of spades with a smile:

"Do you remember the'rivet'?"

Jiang Ting suddenly raised his head, as if he heard a spell, he froze there--

But the king of spades didn't say much anymore, smiled and straightened up, watching him make a gesture to Ajie, turned and left the room.

·

It was January 9, and three months have passed since the shocking explosion of the 1009 Plastic Factory. No one knows how life-and-death confrontation took place in this small city on the border.

A few hours later, Jiang Ting was blindfolded and brought into the car. When he got out of the car the next day, he finally opened his eyes. In front of him was the gray sky at the junction of Gongzhou and Jianning. Not far away was a dilapidated house standing in the wilderness——

"Rivet" is in the dark, waiting for his arrival.

All the betrayals, conspiracies and blood, fires in the sky, car accidents spinning around the world, ups and downs and treacherous murders... all started with the bullet shot from Jiang Ting’s gun, and then everyone was caught off guard and quickly returned. Long sleep.

For more than a thousand days and nights, no one thought he could wake up.

Until one morning, in a ward in Jianning City, Jiang Ting opened his eyes without warning.

"Yan Xiu, Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, please don’t block the scene and give us shoe covers—what’s your name?"

"Lu Chengjiang."

"You have unusual attention and participation in this case, why?"

……

In the late night when returning from Jiangyang County to Jianning, in the dark and lively night market stalls, Jiang stopped and drank the last sip of beer while Yan Xiu watched.

"You can doubt anything else, but there is no doubt about it... the name of the new drug is ‘Lan Jin’, Yan Xiu, the person who wants to destroy it most in this world is me."