Hong Kong variety show, I am a charming cop.

Chapter 435 Satay

Li Dongshun cursed, "You bastard, I still have grandparents, parents, uncles, aunts, and great-aunts..."

Gao Jianxiang asked, "Why is Chen Changmin looking for Zhang Chen?"

Li Dongshun said, "I don't know, how can I say it? I don't know, just let me go."

Gao Jianxiang nodded and said, "Okay, I'll let you go."

After saying that, Gao Jianxiang untied a rope.

Li Dongshun was left with only one foot dangling from the rooftop. A gust of wind made his testicles cold. "No, no, no, I'll talk, I'll talk!"

Gao Jianxiang said coldly, "Speak!"

Li Dongshun said, "Zhang Chen, Zhang Chen stole Jin Yongde's key."

Gao Jianxiang asked, "What key?"

Li Dongshun said, "It's the key to the warehouse."

Gao Jianxiang really wanted to ask about the warehouse, but he knew Li Dongshun probably didn't know, so Gao Jianxiang continued, "What is the relationship between Chen Changmin and Zhang Chen?"

Li Dongshun said, "I don't know."

Gao Jianxiang nodded, and then prepared to untie the other rope.

Li Dongshun shouted, "I'll talk, I'll talk, it's flour!"

"What kind of flour?"

Gao Jianxiang realized that there might be a huge conspiracy involved.

Li Dongshun said, "Chen Changmin, relying on Zhang Chen's intelligence, swept up all the flour in East Kowloon."

"Then, while the anti-drug squad was destroying the flour, Comrade Jin Yongde collected the poison. The three of them monopolized the flour market in East Kowloon. Unexpectedly, Zhang Chen stole the key to the flour warehouse." Li Dongshun felt his head was about to explode.

Gao Jianxiang casually asked, "Where's the warehouse?"

Li Dongshun roared, "How should I know?"

Gao Jianxiang believed the statement to be true and asked, "Then where's the key?"

Li Dongshun said, "Zhang Chen and his group sell flour. They put the important ingredients in the fried dough sticks, or in the satay."

Gao Jianxiang asked, "Who is the satay?"

Li Dongshun said, "Satay is a sheepdog owned by Zhang Chen."

Sheepdog?

Gao Jianxiang immediately thought of that used car recycling station, where there seemed to be a black and white sheepdog.

present.

Gao Jianxiang immediately set off for Zhang Chen's lair.

. . . . . .

Gao Jianxiang's home.

Li Jian, who has lost count of how many times he's had sex, is smoking a cigarette afterward.

The smoke rings flickered in the darkness, like the red dots on a camera.

His hand slid across the other person's silky back when suddenly the phone rang again.

Lin Xiaoye said with considerable dissatisfaction, "Why are there so many phone calls?"

Li Jian stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table, patted her smooth back, and said, "I'm a policeman, on call 24 hours a day."

Lin Xiaoye squirmed in dissatisfaction, but Li Jian pressed her head down and pulled her into the quilt.

Li Jian answered the phone, and it was Yang Zhen's voice again: "Brother Jian, it's a big case!"

Then, Yang Zhen told Li Jian the information she had just heard.

"The entire East Kowloon flour market? That's almost catching up to Lin Kun's scale! Keep following him, and let me know immediately if there's any news."

Yang Zhen said, "This Officer Gao is really working hard. He's driving to Zhang Chen's hometown in the middle of the night without sleeping. I guess he's going to work through the night. By the way, Brother Jian, should we protect Officer Gao?"

Li Jian glanced down at Lin Xiaoye, who was working, and said, "No need. Life and death are predestined, and wealth and honor are determined by fate. Since he has chosen this path, he has to bear the risks."

"I understand." Yang Zhen hung up the phone, carefully pondering Li Jian's words. "He really is the boss; his words are always philosophical."

. . . . . .

Gao Jianxiang's fingers trembled slightly as he held the flashlight, the pale beam of light tracing an uncertain path in the dark junkyard.

The abandoned cars, like steel corpses, were piled up in bizarre shapes, their windows shattered into a spiderweb pattern, gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

His footsteps sounded particularly jarring in the deathly silence, the soles of his shoes making a teeth-grinding "crunch" as they rolled over the broken glass.

As I approached each car, the flashlight beam first swept across the dark interior—the moldy fabric on the seats peeled off like rotting skin, cobwebs hung on the steering wheel, and occasionally a rat would dart past, bringing with it a chilling, rusty smell.

"Woof...woof..."

A faint whimpering sound suddenly came from under the chassis of a wrecked van.

As Gao Jianxiang crouched down, a chill suddenly swept across the back of his neck—something seemed to flash past in the rearview mirror.

He whirled around, the flashlight beam swaying violently, illuminating only his own distorted shadow, projected onto a car without wheels, its open door resembling a gaping maw.

The sheet metal creaked and groaned in the night wind, while the crisp sound of metal clashing echoed from afar.

Gao Jianxiang swallowed, the sound of his Adam's apple bobbing clearly audible in the silence.

He then realized that the white breath he was exhaling was trembling at an abnormal frequency.

"Uuuuuu——"

Gao Jianxiang suddenly heard a sobbing sound. He immediately ran over and, with the light shining on it, saw inside an old, abandoned car.

A black and white sheepdog was curled up inside the car.

"Satay".

Gao Jianxiang gently leaned over and slowly opened the car door. "Satay, be good."

Gao Jianxiang rummaged through the car and found a black wallet.

Pick up the wallet, and inside is something that looks like a bank card, except that this card is missing a round part in the middle.

Just as he was wondering, a sound of footsteps came from behind him.

Gao Jianxiang immediately turned around.

"Ah Xiang, it's me, Liu Hao." Liu Hao walked over wearing a raincoat.

Gao Jianxiang asked in surprise, "Haozi? What are you doing here?"

Liu Hao shone a beam of light on Gao Jianxiang's face and said, "How many more things are you hiding from me?"

Gao Jianxiang looked around and said, "This isn't the place to talk. Let's get in the car and talk."

Two people got into the car.

Liu Hao slapped the vehicle processing slip onto Gao Jianxiang's face: "You had an accident before you hit the police car, how do you explain that?"

Gao Jianxiang looked at the vehicle accident report.

Liu Hao said, "If I hadn't kept this accident report, you would have been eating steamed buns in the detention center by now."

Gao Jianxiang said, "I was framed by Chen Changmin."

Hearing Gao Jianxiang say this, Liu Hao said, "Chen Changmin? Hasn't he been helping you all along?"

Gao Jianxiang gave a bitter smile: "The person I hit that day was Zhang Chen, but Chen Changmin killed him and framed me for it."

Liu Hao asked, "Why did Chen Changmin kill Zhang Chen?"

"For the sake of flour."

Gao Jianxiang said, "Chen Changmin took advantage of his position to cooperate with Jin Yongde and Zhang Chen to sell flour. They mixed the flour into alcohol and sold the alcohol through Jin Yongde's hotels and nightclubs."