Attending ex-girlfriend's wedding, arresting the groom's officer on the spot

Neighbor Aunt Wang seemed to be familiar with Liu Jun's situation. According to her, Liu Jun often stayed overnight in an Internet cafe downstairs.

Soon Wang Shuai and his friends came to the bar downstairs. After going to the bar and talking to the front desk, they confirmed that Liu Jun was hanging up the phone inside.

Wang Rui immediately deployed a capture operation. It was daytime in the other party's Internet cafe and there were not many people, so several people went through different passages and soon came to the seat where Liu Jun was sitting with the computer turned on.

The damp smell of cigarettes mixed with the smell of instant noodles hit me in the face. Liu Jun was leaning on a gaming chair playing games, a cigarette in his mouth, and a big hole in his camouflage pants at the knee. It was not until the cold handcuffs were buckled around his wrists that he widened his eyes in horror: "Who are you? Why are you arresting me?!"

"Is it Liu Jun? If so, nod your head."

Liu Jun looked at the black muzzle of the gun and nodded quickly.

Under the fluorescent lights in the interrogation room, Liu Jun's shadow twisted and deformed on the wall. He rubbed the corners of his clothes repeatedly, and there were oil stains from the keyboard in the cracks of his fingernails: "The man told me to call him 'Brother Dao', gave me 17 yuan, and said to send the black password box to No. Binhai Lane." He suddenly coughed violently, and saliva splashed on the iron table, "I swear I didn't open it! He said if I dared to peek, he would chop off my fingers and soak them in wine!"

When Wang Shuai inquired about the identity of "Brother Dao", Liu Jun suddenly curled up like a shrimp: "I don't know! He wears a black mask every time we meet, and his voice sounds like sandpaper." He suddenly grabbed the iron railing, "But I heard him make a phone call and mentioned that 'Bald Qiang hasn't been dealt with yet!'" This sentence made the air in the entire interrogation room freeze instantly. Wang Shuai and Xiao Zhang looked at each other and saw the same excitement in each other's eyes.

At three o'clock in the morning, the interrogation record was filled with dense handwriting covering 12 pages. Liu Jun slumped in his chair, staring at the ceiling with a dull look in his eyes, while Wang Shuai was already planning a new operation. The police car roared out of the police station.

The next morning, in the meeting room of the Criminal Investigation Brigade of Haizhou City, a projector projected "Tang Jian's" personal information onto a whiteboard. The man in the photo had sinister eyes and a centipede-shaped scar on his left cheek that ran diagonally from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth. He was the "Brother Dao" as people on the street called him. Lu Chuan circled his current position - "Dihao KTV" security manager - with a red pen, and turned to look at the arrest team that was ready to go: "Tang Jian has been entrenched in Dihao KTV for many years, and has more than a dozen thugs under his command. This operation must be quick and clean to avoid alerting the enemy."

The operation was deployed at dusk. The first assault team led by Wang Shuai was lurking in the alley behind the KTV two hours in advance. The team members were dressed in plain clothes and hid their bulletproof vests under loose coats. The smell of oil smoke wafted from the barbecue stall at the entrance of the alley. Wang Shuai pretended to look through the menu, but in fact he kept a close eye on the movement at the back door. Xiao Zhang mixed in the traffic in the parking lot and used a micro camera to record the vehicles entering and leaving. Lu Chuan was in the command car and kept in touch with each team through the intercom.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the neon lights of Dihao KTV lit up, and luxury cars were lined up in front of the door. Tang Jian, wearing sunglasses and a black leather jacket, stood at the door, followed by two burly bodyguards. Wang Shuai lowered his baseball cap and staggered closer with three team members pretending to be drunk guests: "Boss, open a big box!" Tang Jian glanced at them, said something in dialect into the intercom, and stepped aside to make way. Just as everyone was about to step over the threshold, there was a sudden sound of glass breaking from the second floor. "Don't make trouble!" Tang Jian's face changed, and he turned around and led people to rush to the stairs. Wang Shuai seized the opportunity and stepped forward to grab his wrist: "Tang Jian, police! Don't move!" Tang Jian reacted very quickly, suddenly threw off the shackles, and pulled out a switchblade from his waist. "Be careful!" Wang Shuai quickly leaned back, and the blade brushed past the tip of his nose. Team member Xiao Li took the opportunity to pounce on him, and the two wrestled on the ground.

The KTV was in chaos, and the bodyguards rushed over with steel pipes. The support team led by Zhang Hui arrived in time, and the sound of batons and steel pipes colliding one after another. Tang Jian tried to escape to the fire escape in the chaos, but Wang Shuai chased him and knocked him down at the corner of the stairs. Tang Jian's sunglasses shattered to the ground, revealing bloodshot eyes: "Let me go! What law have I broken?"

On the way back to the police station, Tang Jian remained silent, his nails digging deep into his palms. In the interrogation room, Lu Chuan and Zhang Hui sat down on the left and right, slapping the switchblade and surveillance screenshots seized from the scene on the table: "What was in the black password box that you asked Liu Jun to deliver on the night of March 3?" Tang Jian snorted coldly: "I don't know what you are talking about."

Zhang Hui pulled up the interrogation video of Liu Jun: "Your subordinates are all dead. Liu Jun confessed that you threatened him that if he dared to reveal a word, you would chop off his fingers." Tang Jian's pupils shrank slightly, but he still forced a sneer: "Words are not enough, do you have any evidence?" Lu Chuan suddenly pushed Li Jianfeng's autopsy report over: "The cinnabar in the stomach of the deceased is exactly the same as the ingredients used in the aromatherapy in your KTV box."

This sentence made Tang Jian's face pale instantly. He stared at the photo in the report, his Adam's apple rolling up and down: "I just asked him to deliver a box, who knew that someone would die!" Lu Chuan pressed on: "Is there drugs in the box? Is it related to Bald Qiang?" Tang Jian suddenly jumped up, and the handcuffs hit the iron table with a loud noise: "I want a lawyer! I won't say anything without a lawyer!"

When the interrogation reached a stalemate, the technical department sent a message: the deleted chat history was restored in the cloud of Tang Jian's mobile phone. Lu Chuan projected the conversation between "Bald Qiang" and Tang Jian on the wall of the interrogation room: "On March 3, Bald Qiang said, 'Li Jianfeng wants to work alone,' and you replied, 'You dare to break the rules, you are tired of living.'" Tang Jian stared at the screen, and veins popped on his forehead.

"Li Jianfeng sold drugs for you and wanted to embezzle the goods, so you want to get rid of him, right?" Lu Chuan's voice was as cold as ice. Tang Jian suddenly covered his face, his shoulders shaking violently: "It was Bald Qiang who did it! He said Li Jianfeng stole two kilograms of methamphetamine and must be cleaned up." When he raised his head, the scar on his face looked even more hideous because of his distorted expression, "I am responsible for the aftermath and transferring the goods to Pier 17!"

"What is Bald Qiang's real identity?" Zhang Hui asked. Tang Jian wiped his face and was silent for a long time before speaking: "His name is Zhou Qiang. He used to be a dock porter. He was imprisoned for five years because he got into a fight and disabled someone. After he was released from prison, he got the source of goods from somewhere and became famous in the underworld." His voice became smaller and smaller, "His left leg was broken by a prisoner in prison, so he walks with a limp."

Lu Chuan opened his notebook: "Where is Zhou Qiang hiding now?" Tang Jian gritted his teeth, his nails pinching his palms to draw blood: "I don't know! His whereabouts are secretive, and he changes places every time we meet." He suddenly grabbed Lu Chuan's wrist, "But I know he has a lover who runs a nail salon in the west of the city. Her name is Xiaomei. Maybe she" (End of this chapter)