Detective: From the Police Academy

Chapter 534 Hidden Clues!

three days ago.

Bangkok.

Inside a bar.

Neon lights shone on the stage, making the two upright steel pipes on the stage gleam.

Also glittering were four scantily clad, beautiful women with curvy figures and thighs that snaked like snakes, flexibly coiled around the steel pipes.

The two halves below the waist held a white pearl necklace that was thinner than a finger.

These four women came from different places, one of whom was a Western woman with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a figure as well-proportioned as the elves in Lord of the Rings.

"He fucking likes this kind of thing!"

A middle-aged man wearing a sun hat smiled as he spoke from the bar counter.

He picked up his whiskey on the rocks, took a small sip, pulled out a hundred dollars from his pocket, and waved to the blonde woman.

The blonde woman smiled slightly and, to the rhythm of the upbeat music, swayed to the edge of the stage.

The man stuffed money into her bra and took the opportunity to grope her.

This is very common; patrons around the bar are all giving tips to the dancers, they just put them in different places.

There are very few Thai people in this bar; most of the customers are Chinese or blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners.

Of course, there are also Southeast Asians with dark skin and shorter stature.

But these guys are definitely not good people. They come here without staring at the pretty girls, and they don't even pay the dancers. What kind of good people are they?
Having been in the underworld for so many years, Bao Tianqiang knew this all too well.

He nudged Yang Zixiong, who was sitting next to him, with his shoulder and whispered, "Don't just watch, give me some money."

Yang Zixiong is no longer the naive young man he once was. Several years ago, when he was working with Bao Tianqiang, he would have been hesitant and embarrassed in the face of the current situation.

But things are different now. He understands that he should have a certain personality to play the role of.

This is a summary he made after reflecting on his past experiences during his six months working at the Haijiang branch.

A month ago, when he was sweeping fallen leaves in the yard with a large broom from the Haijiang branch office, Bao Tianqiang approached him.

"Xiongzi, are you willing to work with me again? This time we're going to be undercover agents for King Yama!"

Do it! Of course we'll do it!
Yeung Chi-hung understood that he was no longer a law-abiding person; in the years he had spent in Hong Kong, he had become a different person.

If back then, I had refused to take on the undercover mission after graduating from police academy.

He is now probably an ordinary police officer at a local police station or county bureau.

However, he made his choice; no one forced him, it was all driven by his own heart.

After returning from Yuncheng, ending his undercover career, he became an ordinary guard at the Haijiang branch, marking the end of his life.

He was resentful. He felt that he had been struggling through storms and faced life-or-death situations many times over the years, and he thought he would receive different treatment.

But they were just mere guards!

For the past six months, his mind has been completely blank.

But now he understands that the past six months have been more like a period of enlightenment.

He needs to be clear about what he needs and who he is!

When Bao Tianqiang asked him if he was willing to continue working there.

He was almost in tears.

From self-emptiness, I found a meaning to my existence.

His life went from a full stop to a colon, and everything became unknown again. He liked it that way!

Yang Zixiong took out his wallet, pulled out a hundred dollars, and waved to a Chinese girl on the stage.

When the Chinese girl saw the US dollars in his hand, her knees slid like snakes from the center of the stage to the bar.

Yang Zixiong stuffed US dollars into her pocket and took the opportunity to grab a handful.

We have to catch you. If we don't catch you, you're not being proper, you have ulterior motives.

This is what Yang Zixiong realized through enlightenment.

Bao Tianqiang saw that he was gripping even harder than he was, and that the other man was unwilling to let go.

“Xiongzi, I felt you were different the moment I brought you here. Where did you learn this sleazy look from? Are all the detectives at Haijiang Branch like you?”

Yang Zixiong picked up his wine glass and clinked it against Bao Tianqiang's glass: "Brother Qiang, I've thought it through. I can't be a cop."

"Don't."

Bao Tianqiang waved his hand, looked around, and seeing that no one was paying attention to him, whispered, "One of us has to become a policeman. I don't have a chance, but you can't give up. I'll still have to rely on you when I get old."

Yang Zixiong shook his head: "Brother Qiang, I didn't ask you on the way here. You finally got out of poverty and could enjoy your retirement peacefully in the inland, so why did you still come out to do this?"

Bao Tianqiang took a sip of wine, smacked his lips, and said, "Luo Yanwang gave me too much. The money I've saved over the years is enough to live comfortably until I die, but I also have children."

Brother, I've kept one thing from you all these years: besides that slut from Hong Kong cheating on me and the fact that our daughter isn't mine.

I actually have a family here inland. Besides my wife, I also have a son and a daughter. I have both a son and a daughter.

But the twins are still young, only five years old, while I'm already in my fifties. By the time they grow up, I'll be in my coffin. My children have no one to rely on; I have to fight for their future.”

Yang Zixiong looked at him in surprise: "Five years old? I've been following you for five years now."

Bao Tianqiang nodded: "Do you remember, back then I would go to Shenzhen every month?"

"Yes."

Bao Tianqiang sighed, "That year, the twins had just been born. As their father, I couldn't let a woman take care of the newborns."

Besides, my wife had just graduated from university at that time. She didn't know anything and didn't dare to tell her parents.

So, there was no other way; I could only take care of her for a few days, feeding the two babies, changing diapers, and cooking. And let me tell you, that's when I learned to cook! I'm really good at making lactation-boosting soups. If you ever get married, learn how to make those soups from me!

Yang Zixiong rolled his eyes. "I've been fighting alongside you to the death, and you old bastard have been keeping a mistress behind my back, and she's even a college student!"
Where the hell can I go to seek justice?

Bao Tianqiang continued, "When I was at the Beishan Tea Plantation, I was really afraid that I would die. If I died, what would happen to my wife and children?"

Yang Zixiong asked, "Then why did you take a bullet for me?"

Bao Tianqiang shook his head: "These are two different things. You're my brother."

Yang Zixiong pursed his lips and said seriously, "If you fall this time, I will take care of your wife and children."

"Get lost!" Bao Tianqiang shoved him.

Yang Zixiong chuckled: "By the way, have you had a great time these past six months?"

Bao Tianqiang nodded: "Yes, I bought an apartment in Shenzhen, 2,000 square feet, and the property is registered in my wife's name."

"Did you get your marriage certificate?"

Bao Tianqiang sighed: "We originally planned to hold the ceremony on my wife's birthday this year, so that our wedding anniversary and her birthday would fall on the same day and we could celebrate together."

But that day, it just so happened that someone from King Yama's gang came knocking on their door.

My wife is very unhappy, but I think it's better not to do it. What if, like you said, I back out this time and it would just delay them?

Anyway, all my assets are in her name, so she can live a good life from now on.

After taking a sip of his drink, Yang Zixiong asked, "Anything else?"

Bao Tianqiang nodded with his finger: "You're truly my brother, only you understand my thoughts! Xiongzi, you know who we've been dealing with on this trip."

This is not like Hong Kong. In Hong Kong, unless you are a mortal enemy, those gangsters will stab you a few times, but they will avoid vital organs and won't kill you.

Unless there is a major conflict of interest, at most it will result in the loss of a leg or an arm.

But what we're about to do is quite different; it's extremely dangerous.

We're dealing with DKBA members and all sorts of unidentified armed groups. I'm genuinely scared. If—and I mean if—I really die, my wife doesn't need your help, but you have to take good care of my two daughters, okay?

Looking at Bao Tianqiang's expectant eyes, Yang Zixiong shook his head: "Take care of yourself, what does it have to do with me?"

"Damn it, you ungrateful bastard!"

"Ha, you only realize that now?"

Yang Zixiong picked up his wine glass, raised it high in front of Bao Tianqiang, and then drank it in one gulp.

There are some things you can't say; you have to see what he does.

Yang Zixiong's meaning was clear, and Bao Tianqiang also drank the wine in his glass completely.

"Good brother!" Bao Tianqiang patted him on the shoulder.

Just as Yang Zixiong put down his wine glass, he suddenly noticed two men who looked like they came in from Southeast Asia.

Both men had beards on their chins, and although they were not tall, their eyes were fierce.

Bao Tianqiang noticed it too, his expression returned to normal, and he called the bartender to add more wine.

But he kept glancing at the two people out of the corner of his eye.

After glancing at him and Yang Zixiong, the two men went around to the side and sat at the bar where there were fewer people.

It was already 10 p.m., and the bar was crowded.

The generous drinkers were already embracing the hostesses, making out on the sofa.

When things get really heated, and the money is right, the customer will take the hostess out. If he's in a hurry, the restroom can also solve the problem.

Interestingly, there were symbols of unknown meaning pasted on the wall outside the restroom, near the washbasin.

A lizard with a red X marked on it.

A sheep also had a red cross marked on it.

The warning sign is self-evident.

Bao Tianqiang and Yang Zixiong sat for half an hour, but no one came.

So Yang Zixiong whispered, "Brother Qiang, should I go out for a bit and see if they take the bait?"

"No need." Bao Tianqiang picked up the glass and finished the drink.

Seeing this, the bartender came over and was about to refill his drink when Bao Tianqiang waved his hand.

Yang Zixiong finished his last bit of wine, and just as the two of them were about to get up, Yu Guangzhong saw the other two get up and walk over.

"Are you Boss Zeng?"

"it's me."

The man with the mustache stared at Bao Tianqiang, looked him over carefully, and then said in broken Chinese, "I am Boss Hu's man."

"Oh, she didn't come by herself?" Bao Tianqiang looked left and right. "I've been waiting for hours. Isn't that impolite?"

"Excuse me, Mr. Zeng, our boss, Mr. Hu, has something to attend to. He asked me to tell you that if you need those two piglets, we can load the goods directly onto the ship for you."

"Damn it, I'm here to do your bidding, and you think I'm joking? Your boss, Mr. Hu, has no sincerity at all. Fine, fine, when are you going to deliver the goods?"

"This time tomorrow."

"How will the goods be transported? By smuggling boats?"

The man with the mustache said, "Tomorrow night at 10 p.m., Laem Chabang Port, Pier 2."

“Okay.” Bao Tianqiang nodded: “Tell your boss that we came all the way from the Philippines not for this one deal, but for some big business. If she won’t show her face, then we’ll find someone else.”

"Boss Zeng, we will pass on the message."

Bao Tianqiang patted him on the shoulder and said to Yang Zixiong, "Let's go, let's find a couple of girls tonight."

After leaving the bar, the two quickly got into a car and left.

At that moment, a woman stood up from the shadows of a booth in the bar and picked up a red handbag from the sofa.

Several blond, blue-eyed foreigners nearby tried to strike up a conversation, but a man next to the woman grabbed their heads and pressed a gun against them.

"FUCK!"

The woman didn't even glance at the foreigners. After leaving the bar, the two men with the mustache followed closely behind her.

Hu Jing turned around and asked in Thai, "What did that person say?"

After the man with the mustache answered, Hu Jing sneered: "Big business, let's see if they can handle it. Deliver the goods on time tomorrow, help them load them onto the ship, and after you get the money, help me arrange a meeting with this person in this bar."

"Yes."

After giving her instructions, Hu Jing said to the man with the gun, "Ah Cai, put the gun away."

"Okay, boss."

Hu Jing walked to the parking lot, got into a red Porsche, but instead of driving away immediately, she took out her phone and dialed a number.

After the call connected, she held the phone to her ear: "Lin, I'm on the other end. Tomorrow night at 10 PM, Lin will be delivering goods to Chaban Port."

By the way, could you have someone investigate this guy named Zeng Da to see if he's actually a matchmaker in the Philippines?
If their identity is genuine, then cooperation is possible.

On the other end of the phone, Lin Cong stood below the high wall, smoking a cigarette as he answered the call.

"Okay, I'll check. By the way, have you taken care of customs yet?"

"We'll just try this out. If everything goes smoothly, we won't need human traffickers anymore; we can transit through the Philippines."

"Okay, I'll ship the goods here. They should arrive in Bangkok by tomorrow afternoon."

The other person hummed in agreement and then hung up.

Lin Cong threw the cigarette butt into the puddle below the high wall, and it went out with a hiss.

He strode toward the building and glanced up at the armed men on the tower.

A few minutes later, he walked into the small building of the staff dormitory.

Outside the small building, there were also several iron cages, inside which several people were huddled, their hair disheveled, and their faces pale.

Lin Cong didn't even glance at them. He walked to the steel door, and the guard opened it and nodded to him.

When the men sitting on the sofa in the hall, who were playing cards, saw him, they quickly threw down their cards and stood up.

"Deliver now!"

One person asked, "Where should we send it?"

"Bangkok."

"Should we use human smugglers, or cross the bridge directly?"

Lin Cong glared at him: "How much money do I give to the other side every year? Do I need to wade across the river?"

"Yes, yes," the younger brother nodded hurriedly.

"Where are the two women?"

"They're treating you to delicious food and drinks in your room."

Lin Congmai went upstairs to a room on the second floor, where all the doors and windows were locked.

He removed the latch and pushed the door open.

The two women in the room were Han Fei and Wu Xue. They were sitting on the bed with their legs tucked behind the headboard.

Lin Cong smiled and said, "You're lucky. I'm taking you abroad. You won't have to stay here anymore."

With a wave of his hand, the armed men outside immediately rushed into the house...

(End of this chapter)