eurekapd Chapter 128 Ali
Chapter 128 Ali
Lin Kun (Dehua) covered his forehead, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.
Ah Li (Yan Zu) kept staring at him, trying to glean something from the other man's face.
Lin Kun (Dehua) looked up at Ali and asked, "What, do you know the flour-sucking people?"
Ah Li (Yan Zu) shook his head repeatedly and said, "No, I was just curious."
Lin Kun (Dehua) said earnestly, "Let me tell you, those who smoke flour are the best at playing the victim. When their addiction kicks in, they'll say and do anything, even kill their own mothers. Never get involved with these people!"
Otherwise, you'll feel like you've done something wrong, as if you've harmed them.
It's entirely their own fault, entirely their own fault.
"If they don't smoke, we can't do anything; if they don't smoke, we can't accomplish anything!"
Seeing Lin Kun's agitated appearance, Ali (Yan Zu) patted him on the shoulder: "Why are you so angry?"
Lin Kun (Dehua) looked up at Ali (Yanzu) and said, "I'm not angry! Isn't it their own fault? I'm not angry at all... You're crazy!"
Just saying.
Lin Kun's cell phone rang.
Lin Kun answered the phone: "Hello? No need, no need, I'm looking for someone, that's all."
hang up the phone.
Ah Li (Yan Zu) asked, "What's wrong?"
Lin Kun (Dehua) said, "Master's eldest disciple has been hospitalized. Someone has ordered 40 sets. Find a trustworthy foot to pick up the goods."
Ah Li (Yan Zu) had a sudden thought and immediately said, "No need, I'll go myself."
Lin Kun (Dehua) unscrewed the thermos, took a sip of rock sugar pear soup, and said, "Alright, I'll add some rat poison to it another day and kill those bastards!"
. . . . . . .
Mongkok.
Inside a car downstairs.
Liao Qizhi and his group sat in the car, staring at a building across the street.
Liao Qizhi said into the earpiece, "Amei, what's going on?"
upstairs.
Amei, who was holding binoculars, said, "The windows on the ninth floor are covered with reflective paper. Something looks wrong."
One of the team members in the co-pilot's seat asked, "Why hasn't anything happened yet? Are they going to refuse to deliver because they think it's too little?"
A teammate next to him complained, "That's still not enough! They ordered 40 sets!"
Liao Qizhi tore open a bag of potato chips, grabbed a handful, and stuffed them into his mouth: "Give them another beating, ask them if they want to do business, and tell them to deliver the goods right away! My butt is sore from sitting so long, we're going to raid their hometown today!"
Liao Qizhi looked towards the driver's seat: "Ask what's going on up there?"
The driver spoke into his headset, "Ninth floor, what's the situation up there?"
At that moment, a person was standing outside a unit door on the ninth floor. Upon hearing this, he immediately replied, "There's no movement. It doesn't look like anyone is there."
at the same time.
8th floor, Block C.
Ah Li (Yan Zu) pressed the doorbell.
The door opens.
Through the security door, a young man in his twenties looked around warily and asked, "Is there any sand on your shoes?"
Ah Li (Yan Zu) said, "It's clean, open the door."
Entered the room.
The master chef looked at Ali and said, "My eldest apprentice has gastroenteritis and is so constipated he can't stand up. Sit down for a while, he'll be fine soon."
Ah Li (Yan Zu) said, "Alright, no rush, where's the toilet?"
The master chef pointed casually.
Ali walked into the restroom, glanced around, picked up a roll of toilet paper, tore off a piece, and hung it on the restroom window.
Amei, who was on surveillance across the street, noticed the anomaly and quickly reported: "There's something going on in Block C on the 8th floor. Someone has hung a piece of white paper outside the window."
The co-pilot asked in confusion, "8th floor, C? Isn't it the ninth floor?"
Liao Qizhi said into his headset, "Keep a close eye on them. The upstairs and downstairs floors might be connected."
At this time, the customs officers on the 9th floor had already arrived on the 8th floor.
I watched helplessly as Ali walked out of the factory.
He quickly said into the headset, "Someone is coming downstairs from 8C. Male, around 30 years old, wearing a brown shirt and khaki pants, carrying a brown paper bag."
The people inside the car saw Ali.
The driver said doubtfully, "The bag is so small, it doesn't look like it's for delivery."
The passenger in the front seat said, "Now they even give away the parts when they break up, otherwise how could the original have collapsed?"
"What should I do?"
Liao Qizhi stuffed a handful of potato chips into his mouth and mumbled, "Go find out what he's got in common. What's there to be afraid of?"
Two plainclothes customs officers who were wiping the car nearby immediately followed.
"Customs, stop right there!"
Upon hearing this, Ali didn't even turn his head and ran away.
But after running only a few steps, several customs officers suddenly appeared and tackled Ali to the ground.
Male on top of male.
He was covered in burly men.
A customs officer snatched the paper bag from Ali's hand, looked inside, and immediately fell silent.
Liao Qizhi slowly got out of the back seat and asked, "What are you spacing out for?"
The chubby customs officer said, "Boss, we have a few sets of size 4."
Liao Qizhi was delighted and said casually, "What film? Tell him to take us to the factory."
The chubby customs officer immediately arrested Ali.
clap clap clap!
Bang bang bang!
Boom boom boom!
Before Ali could say a word, he first felt the iron fist of the customs.
If Jimmy sees this, he'll definitely give Ali a thumbs up.
Ali screamed in agony as he was beaten.
Liao Qizhi grabbed Ali's hair, pressed his mouth against Ali's face, and roared, "How much cargo is in the warehouse? How many people are there?"
Ali finally caught his breath.
Suddenly, Liao Qizhi became fierce and swung his fist, delivering two powerful punches to Ali's abdomen.
While hitting him, he shouted, "Speak! Speak! Speak!"
It was as if she wanted to vent all the anger she felt from being humiliated by Li Jian.
Ali raised his foot and kicked Liao Qizhi in the groin.
Hey!
Liao Qizhi never imagined in his eight lifetimes that the other side would dare to resist despite having so many of his men.
Ali seized the opportunity and suddenly darted out.
Liao Qizhi yelled, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and chase after them!"
Poor Ali, after being brutally beaten for more than half an hour, was covered in injuries and had no chance of running away.
He hadn't run more than a few steps when he was pinned to the ground by burly customs officers.
Liao Qizhi grabbed a wooden stick and limped over, shouting, "Run! You're tired of living!"
Whoosh!
Liao Qizhi struck him down with a stick.
Ali (Yanzu), who had been silent just moments before, suddenly let out a scream: "Stop hitting him! Stop hitting him! He's one of us!"
The customs officers immediately stopped.
As Ali raised his hand, he shouted, "I'm from the Narcotics Investigation Department. This operation has been going on for many years. This warehouse can't be ransacked. If it is, the whole operation will be over!"
Ali struggled to sit up, sweating profusely, and said, "My boss is Inspector Miao. I'll give you his phone number; you can call him."
Liao Qizhi's face was contorted with rage, and he spat as he spoke: "I'm asking you, is the eighth floor a factory or a warehouse!"
"talk!"
Liao Qizhi kicked Ali, sending Ali tumbling to the ground.
The teammate next to Liao Qizhi quickly pulled him back: "Boss, boss, he said Miao Sir, it might be true."
Liao Qizhi said with a hideous expression, "You believe him? People like him will say anything! He made the call to tell those people to escape."
The team member hesitated and asked, "What if it's true?"
Liao Qizhi glared at him with his small eyes: "Are you kidding me? You're going to pretend it's fake even if it's real? Can't you handle it? Hand it over to the Narcotics Investigation Department, don't you want a promotion?"
Liao Qizhi turned his head and roared, "Beat him! Beat him until he tells us!"