Detective: From the Police Academy

Chapter 535 Who are you trying to out-ruthless with?!
Han Fei huddled in the corner, her face pale and her shoulders trembling.

Wu Xue crawled barefoot toward her, and the two women embraced tightly.

Their hair was loose, and they wore only vests on top and shorts on the bottom.

In the previous month, they endured inhuman torture, including being whipped, shocked with stun guns on their backs and thighs, locked in iron cages, and even forcibly...

In the past month, their treatment has improved slightly. At least they have enough to eat and clean rooms to live in, and they are no longer bullied.

But they knew that endless demons were about to appear.

I just didn't expect that day to come so soon.

Lin Cong looked at an armed leader and asked, "Have you had a physical examination?"

The other party replied, "It's been checked, there's nothing wrong?"

"Are you sure?" Lin Cong pushed up his glasses. "Let me tell you, if the goods don't match the description, and sending them over causes more trouble and losses, you'll have to pay for it!"

The armed leader laughed and said, "Boss, we've all been wearing small umbrellas, there are still two left."

As he spoke, he took out two printed documents from his pocket and handed them to Lin Cong: "Look, this is the medical examination report issued by the doctor. There are indeed no problems."

Lin Cong took it in his hand, examined it carefully, nodded, and handed it back to the other party: "Put it in the car and send it to Laem Chabang."

"Yes."

The armed leader folded the medical report in half and put it in his shirt pocket.

At this moment, Lin Cong looked at the two women huddled at the head of the bed, especially their snow-white thighs, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"It's really good."

The armed leader chuckled, "Boss, would you like to try some?"

"Okay."

Lin Cong reached out and took off his glasses, then instructed him, "Work overtime, close the door, and hold them back."

He laughed wildly as he worked overtime: "Yes, boss."

Immediately afterwards, the door closed, and heart-wrenching cries, along with the sounds of men laughing and cursing, came from inside.

Half an hour later, the door opened.

Lin Cong put his glasses back on and wiped his hands with a tissue: "Work overtime. Be careful on the road. Don't do anything reckless, and don't fight. These two pieces of pork offal are quite valuable."

"valuable?"

Lin Cong nodded: "There's a big shot in the Philippines who wants these two women to replace 'Yu'. This old guy has a weirdo; he doesn't like foreigners, he only likes Chinese people."

"Once you arrive in Bangkok, Miss Hu will send someone to meet you."

"I understand."

Lin Cong patted him on the shoulder and walked outside.

Immediately afterwards, Han Fei and Wu Xue were handcuffed and pushed out.

Upon arriving at the parking area in the park, they were pushed into an SUV.

A moment later, the park's iron gate opened, but only one gate was open, and the SUV drove into the night.

Han Fei and Wu Xue were squeezed in the back seat, their faces still wet with tears.

There were four people sitting in the back seat, with two armed men squeezing them in the middle and staring at them with wicked grins.

Wu Xue swallowed hard, raised her handcuffed wrists, wiped away the tears on her face and the blood flowing from her nose, and whispered to the armed leader sitting in the passenger seat.

"Big... big brother..."

He turned around, grinning wickedly, and said, "What's wrong? Haven't you had enough fun yet? Want to try out my rocket launcher?"

Wu Xue hurriedly shook her head, her lips trembling as she said, "Big, big brother, we can give you money, please let me go, okay? We'll do anything."

"Haha..." Jiaban laughed, "You're rich? Even my boss wouldn't dare ask your family for money. Do you think I have that kind of ability? Let me tell you the truth, the two people who brought you here have already been arrested by the police over there."

Otherwise, our boss wouldn't have sold you out.

Upon hearing this, Wu Xue's pupils shrank: "Please, please, let us go."

He turned around and stared intently at her: "I'm telling you, don't try anything funny. Stay in the car and behave yourselves. If anything goes wrong, I won't let you off the hook."

Seeing the vicious look in his eyes, Wu Xue immediately lowered her head and dared not continue speaking.

An hour later, a bridge appeared ahead.

The customs house is located in the middle of the bridge, blocked off by iron railings. On both sides of the bridge, bright yellow lights illuminate the murky river water.

The other side of the bridge is Mae Sot, which is part of the Thai territory.

By this time, the customs officers had long since gone off duty, and only the border guards were patrolling outside to prevent anyone from breaking through the checkpoint.

"Drive over there!"

He gave the driver an order and took out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket.

As soon as they stepped onto the bridge, six border guards armed with long guns rushed over, raising their rifles and pointing them at the front of the vehicle.

One of the leaders walked over, his eyes sinister and his face fierce.

As he reached for the car door, a gun was immediately pressed against his head.

The other person shouted in Thai: "Don't fucking move."

He raised his hand, holding a cigarette case, and said, "Sir, my boss is Lin Cong."

The leading officer narrowed his eyes and walked to the car window: "Go back and come back in five minutes."

"Okay, okay!"

He swallowed hard and instructed the driver, "Reverse back."

After the SUV drove off the bridge, I checked my watch and counted the time.

At the same time, the officer on the bridge nodded to his subordinate, who put away his gun and quickly ran to the duty room.

Then, the surveillance of the entire bridge was cut off.

Five minutes later, Jiaban said to the driver, "Drive over there."

The off-road vehicle returned to the bridge, and this time, the officer approached with a smile.

He quickly handed over the Zhonghua cigarettes he was holding. The officer took them with a smile, opened the cigarette pack, and saw a roll of US dollars inside, all in hundred-dollar denominations. He smiled even more broadly.

At that moment, Wu Xue, who was sitting in the back seat, suddenly shouted out.

"Help! Help! We are from country Z! They've kidnapped me! Help!"

Han Fei also cried out, "Help! Please, please save us!"

He noticed the officer frowning slightly as he worked overtime, and was about to explain.

The officer laughed and said, "Next time, shut your mouth and don't shout."

He immediately nodded, "Yes, yes."

Seeing that the other party didn't care, the two armed men in the back seat reached out and slapped Han Fei and Wu Xue across the face, the slaps were loud, until blood flowed from Wu Xue's nose again.

The officer waved his hand, and the gates on the bridge opened, and the railings were raised.

The SUV driver sped across the bridge and then drove along the muddy road beside the Moai River.

After driving for more than ten minutes, the car stopped. Jiaban got out, took out the Thai license plate from the trunk, changed it, and the car continued driving towards Bangkok.

The next day.

9:30 p.m.

Laem Chabang Port, Pier 2.

All around were stacked containers, some over ten meters high, like mountains surrounding a few tiny figures.

Bao Tianqiang and Yang Zixiong followed a group of people to a shipping container. Several Southeast Asian men holding iron bars stood on either side of the container, but what was inside was even more shocking.

There were more than twenty people hiding inside the cargo, including men and women, young and old. They carried large bags of luggage on their backs, had their arms around children's shoulders, and looked lost and frightened.

The man with the mustache shone his flashlight inside, and the people quickly covered their faces with their arms so he couldn't see them.

Bao Tianqiang took a deep breath and asked, "Will it be able to breathe after it's sealed up?"

A man with a full beard next to him replied, "It has ventilation holes, so it's safer than before."

"Safe?" Yang Zixiong smiled.

How can this be considered safe?
Bao Tianqiang looked at the man with the mustache: "Can you guarantee that nothing will happen if they go there?"

The man with the mustache shook his head: "Boss Zeng, if anything goes wrong, our boss will refund your money."

Bao Tianqiang pointed at his nose: "This is a lot of money. If something really happens, don't fucking try to renege on your promise!"

The man with the mustache smiled and said, "I guarantee it."

When will the goods arrive?

"almost there."

Bao Tianqiang took out a cigarette and handed one to Yang Zixiong. The two walked over and lit each other's cigarettes.

The two men looked at each other, their eyes filled with horror.

They had already seen what was happening inside the container; these people were simply inhuman.

These illegal immigrants couldn't stay in their home countries and thought the outside world was wonderful and that they could easily make money, but in reality, the outside world is even more cruel than their hometown!

Yang Zixiong took a drag of his cigarette to suppress his emotions.

After a while, a black SUV flashed its headlights three times in front of it.

Upon seeing this, the man with the mustache walked over and pressed the flashlight three times.

Immediately afterwards, an SUV drove up, followed by a pickup truck.

The man with the mustache led his men forward, and the passenger in the SUV, Jiaban, got out of the car.

The two knew each other before, and after meeting, they hugged each other and exchanged a few witty remarks.

"Is the goods okay?" the man with the mustache asked.

"It's okay." Jiaban walked to the back seat and opened the car door.

Two armed men dragged Han Fei and Wu Xue out of the car. The two women were so frightened by what they saw that they collapsed to the ground.

Bao Tianqiang and Yang Zixiong stepped forward, their eyes slightly narrowed.

It wasn't until the armed men dragged them up that Jiaban reached out and pinched Han Fei's chin, brushing the hair from her face.

"Which one is the boss? Come over and check if the goods are correct."

Bao Tianqiang stepped forward and saw those desperate eyes.

He nodded: "The other one."

Jiaban grabbed Wu Xue's hair and lifted her face up. There was dried blood in her nasal cavity, and her eyes were also lifeless, like a goat waiting to be slaughtered.

These two women traveled from Haidong Province to Ruijiang by plane a few months ago, but they were tricked into going to Litian Village, where they were subjected to inhuman torture before being taken to the industrial park.

Inside the park, they suffered all sorts of torment before being taken to Lao Tai.

Looking at the collection boxes in front of them, they knew in their hearts that they had a slim chance of survival and would never be able to return to their families.

Bao Tianqiang waved his hand: "Don't waste time, load it onto the ship."

The man with the mustache politely asked, "Mr. Zeng, what do you think of this fee..."

Bao Tianqiang said impatiently, "According to the rules, we give you half first, and then the other half when the goods arrive, right?"

The man with the mustache nodded: "Yes."

"Give me the account details." Bao Tianqiang took out his phone.

The man with the mustache handed him a note. Bao Tianqiang took the note, picked up his phone, walked twenty meters away, and dialed a number.

A moment later, the call connected, and he whispered into the phone, "I've picked her up. You can transfer the money now. Tell Mr. Luo that if I don't call you in the next few days, then Xiongzi and I have probably hooked up with Hu Jing."

A woman's voice came from the other end: "You and Zixiong be careful, your safety is the most important thing!"

"Understood, Captain Cai." Bao Tianqiang nodded, hung up the phone, and even deleted the number.

Ten minutes later, the man with the mustache's phone vibrated. After answering it, he walked over and extended his hand to Bao Tianqiang: "The money has arrived. It was a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Zeng."

Bao Tianqiang didn't shake his hand, his eyes slightly narrowed, and asked, "Where is Boss Hu? Our boss has a big business deal with her. Is she interested?"

The man with the mustache smiled and said, "Mr. Hu was also looking forward to seeing you. Please come with me."

“Okay.” Bao Tianqiang nodded and waved to Yang Zixiong.

As Yang Zixiong passed by the two women, he gave them a deep look.

Immediately afterwards, Han Fei and Wu Xue were pushed into the centralized container.

The tail panel of the collection container rose up, and the light outside gradually disappeared, shrouding them and the twenty-odd people in darkness.

The man with the mustache and several subordinates, along with Bao Tianqiang and Yang Zixiong, wandered through the alleyways of the central storage area.

Ten minutes later, they came to a narrow passageway where a container was placed horizontally.

Half of the box was cut open, revealing a spacious area.

A row of incandescent light tubes was installed on the ceiling, and inside there was a table, two chairs, and a woman sitting in one of the chairs with her legs crossed and a cigarette between her fingers.

She had long brown hair, wore a dark green tracksuit, and white sneakers. She was smiling as she stared at Bao Tianqiang and Yang Zixiong.

The man with the mustache and his companions quickly stepped forward and stood behind the woman.

Bao Tianqiang smiled slightly, but he remained standing in the same spot, without moving an inch.

The two sides stood about ten meters apart, just watching each other.

The woman put her leg down, stood up, and took two steps forward.

Bao Tianqiang then stepped forward and extended his hand.

"You must be Mr. Hu?"

Hu Jing squinted slightly: "Mr. Zeng, your accent sounds like it's from Hong Kong?"

Bao Tianqiang nodded: "Yes, I was born in Hong Kong. When I was young, I offended some big shots in the underworld and couldn't make a living there, so I went to the Philippines to hide for a while. I never expected that more than 20 years would pass by in this hiding place."

Hu Jing squeezed his hand, then looked at Yang Zixiong standing to the side, a smile playing on her lips.

Bao Tianqiang quickly introduced, "This is my henchman, his name is Zhang Xiong. Boss Hu can just call him Xiongzai."

Hu Jing narrowed her eyes: "Xiongzai? Is he really that 'male'?"

Bao Tianqiang touched his nose, while Yang Zixiong said in a serious tone, "Boss Hu, you can give it a try."

"You motherfucker!" The man with the mustache and his gang immediately pulled out their pistols and pointed them at Yang Zixiong: "Watch your mouth, you son of a bitch."

Yang Zixiong couldn't understand what they were saying because they were speaking Thai.

At this moment, Yang Zixiong put his hands behind his back, narrowed his eyes slightly, quickly drew the pistol from his waistband, pulled the safety off, and raised his right hand forward.

"Bang, bang!"

Two bullets hit right in front of the man with the mustache, on the metal plate of the collection box.

"Come on, try shooting!"

Yang Zixiong glanced sideways, tapped the muzzle of his gun, and stared coldly at the man with the mustache.

(End of this chapter)