You're supposed to be a security officer, what case are you solving?

Chapter 233 Is there really no way to get you to talk?
Inside the Goldfish Garden Villa.

In the lobby on the first floor, sixteen people were squatting against the wall. Even if you picked out any one of them, they would be a "respectable" person in Jiaxing District.

But tonight, nobody dares to be arrogant!
They obediently lowered their heads, their hands handcuffed behind their backs, and their belts were removed. If they dared to stand up, their pants would fall down.

Of course, there were also two female gang leaders and Lao Cui's sisters, who were also pinned to the corner and dared not move.

They had all witnessed what happened on the second floor. The young detective in the brown jacket, who looked very polite, shot Old Cui with two shots without any mercy.

They had never seen such a ruthless detective before.

Old Cui had already been taken downstairs by two police officers. His two gunshot wounds on his right arm were wrapped in towels. He was not taken to receive treatment for the gunshot wounds immediately. He was still squatting in front of the mahjong table, guarded by the armed police downstairs.

A short while later, the young detective slowly walked down and instructed the people around him: "Old Yao, have a few people identify the gambling money on the table, take a couple of photos, and then collect all the gambling money."

Yao Weihua understood immediately and had Maozi and Qi Bin grab a few timid people, change their handcuffs, and make them identify the scene.

To allow for future maneuvering, he whispered to Cai Ting, who was taking photos, "Don't photograph all the money on the table."

Cai Ting understood immediately and pressed the shutter button several times from a distance.

Immediately afterwards, Yao Weihua and Maozi found plastic bags and put all the cash on the table into them.

After the installation was completed, Yao Weihua said in a low voice, "Captain Yang, I counted it silently, it's about 300,000."

Yang Jinwen nodded, remaining silent.

At this moment, a person who was squatting in the corner tried to stand up, but was immediately held down by the armed police.

Yang Jinwen stared at him: "You have something to say?"

"Um... Officer, can I ask you for a favor?"

"You speak."

"Could you take a look at my hand? Do I have three Aces?"

Hearing this, Yao Weihua pointed at him and said, "Hey, I'm telling you, you really haven't changed your gambling ways. What time is it? And you're still thinking about gambling?!"

"I...I'm just curious. I lost all night and didn't win a single game."

Yang Jinwen smiled and asked, "Where were you sitting at the time?"

“Right there.” The man gestured with his chin.

Yang Jinwen walked to the table and pointed to the chair: "You're going to sit here?"

"Yes Yes."

Yang Jinwen turned around and picked up the cards face down on the table: two Aces and a 4 of Diamonds.

He narrowed his eyes, casually picked up an Ace of Clubs from the table, formed a three-card hand, and turned to show it to the man.

"Three A's."

The man glanced at it, swallowed hard, and looked excited.

"I knew it! It was definitely going to be three Aces! Damn, I was supposed to win this game!"

It's easy to imagine that whether he's in detention or after his release, this will be a lifelong regret, and also something he'll brag about.

Yao Weihua and Maozi both smiled. They had both seen that there was no less than 100,000 yuan in bets in the middle of the table. If they really won this round, it would be equivalent to at least ten years' income for an average person.

A moment later, Jiang Bala and Fu Yun came down from the second floor. There were eight of them in total, and they were all carrying things.

Just now, when the search was ordered, Yang Jinwen called the criminal police from the Jiaxing branch to search. The purpose was obvious: these people had followed him to do what he did tonight, and it was in their jurisdiction. It was already quite good that they didn't secretly notify their superiors.

Maozi, Qi Bin, and Cai Ting also wanted to participate in the search, but they were stopped by the seasoned veteran Yao Weihua. The three of them didn't understand, but Yao Weihua knew perfectly well what was going on.

"Captain Yang, four guns, over a hundred rounds of ammunition! Eleven knives, all of them have been opened, and some of them still have bloodstains on their blades!"

Yao Weihua quickly threw away the cards on the gambling table, and Jiang Bala, Fu Yun, and others placed the cards on the table.

"In addition, there was a lot of cash hidden in the ceiling and in the laundry detergent."

Three sealed plastic bags were thrown on the table, each containing stacks of 100-yuan bills.

A rough estimate suggests at least 500,000 in cash!

Including the gambling debts, it totaled eight hundred thousand!

Upon seeing the money and the equipment, Old Cui, who was pretending to be dead, felt his heart pounding!
He quickly closed his eyes, pretending to have lost too much blood and was about to faint.

But someone tugged at the back of her neck.

"Stop playing dead, confess first, and then we'll take you to the hospital!"

Old Cui was pressed into a chair, his injured right arm hanging limply, and his face was completely pale.

Yang Jinwen dragged a chair over, sat down opposite him, leaned forward, pressed his fingers together, and asked with a half-smile, "Old Cui, Cui Wang, do you admit to illegally possessing firearms and a large amount of cash from unknown sources?"

Old Cui swallowed hard, but remained silent.

"I'm asking you a question," Yao Weihua nudged Old Cui's forehead.

But Lao Cui gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Yang Jinwen said to Jiang Bala, "Two hours ago, we found 20 grams of drugs on one of Cui Wang's underlings."

"Where did that little henchman get it from? Let's search again and see if there's anything else we can get him for free."

Jiang nodded and led a few more people upstairs.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Jinwen addressed the dozen or so people squatting in the corner: "Listen up, I don't care how much power Cui Wang has in this area, but after tonight, he will be gone!"
"Whatever you've done, it could be a big deal or a small one. Weigh it yourself. If it's nothing serious, and you report it to our police, it will be considered a meritorious service and a reduction in your sentence."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the dozen or so people immediately changed, their eyes darting around.

Immediately, Old Cui's two sisters stood up.

The armed police officers beside them shouted, "Squat down!" Yang Jinwen glanced at Cui Wang and gestured to the two women, "Please speak."

One of the women, dressed in a floral dress and wearing a small jacket, cried and said, "I know where he hid those things."

"Where?"

"There's a water pipe outside the second-floor bathroom balcony. That water pipe is where the water comes in, and it's full of things he's hiding!"

Maozi called out to Jiang Bala, who was going upstairs, "Captain Jiang, there's a water pipe outside the second-floor bathroom balcony!"

Jiang Bala gave an OK sign and told one of his men to stand in the stairwell and relay messages to him at any time. He and Fu Yun then led their men inside to search.

After the woman finished speaking, her younger sister, who was a little younger than her, also chimed in: "Old Cui raped respectable women!"

Yang Jinwen squinted and asked, "Who? What's their name?"

"I don't know what the woman's name is? Anyway, Lao Cui has done this more than once."

Where is it?

"Royal Water Club".

At this moment, the gangster who thought he had gotten three A's immediately explained when he saw Yang Jinwen hesitate: "It's the territory of the guy nicknamed 'Third Brother,' whose real name is Ding San."

He was Old Cui's sworn brother, and followed the big boss in the south of the city, "Mad Dog."

Yang Jinwen nodded: "Thank you."

He was so polite... The man pursed his lips, wanting to laugh, but dared not.

"You're welcome, this is what I should do."

Yang Jinwen stared at him: "What do you do for a living?"

"I run a pawnshop, officer. I haven't done anything wrong. I just like gambling."

Just then, Jiang Bala ran downstairs, carefully carrying a water pipe as thick as an arm.

He looked at Yang Jinwen, nodded, and then poured out the contents of the three-meter-long water pipe, pointing one end at the table.

A sealed bag, about the size of a thumb, was left on the table.

Everyone gasped in shock upon seeing these things.

Based on this alone, Lao Cui has no chance of escaping the death penalty!
Old Cui knew he was doomed. He closed his eyes in despair, no longer feeling the pain from his wounds.

Yang Jinwen pressed his palms together and raised an eyebrow: "Cui Wang, can we talk now?"

Old Cui swallowed hard, opened his eyes, and asked timidly, "Talk...talk about what?"

"It's the same question as before: do you admit to illegally possessing firearms and a large amount of cash of unknown origin?"

"I...I admit it."

"Do you admit to organizing gambling?"

"recognize."

"Just now, those two women accused you of committing several acts of rape against women's will. Do you admit it?"

"I think!"

"Organizing a criminal gang, oppressing others, and seriously involved in organized crime—do you admit it?"

"Don't ask, I'll admit it all!"

Yang Jinwen straightened up and pointed to the dozens of bags on the table: "What about this? Where did it come from? Who did you sell it to?"

Cui Wang gritted his teeth and shook his head.

Yang Jinwen asked coldly, "What do you mean?"

"They're all mine, don't ask anymore."

"You're talking about loyalty to me? Old Cui, do you really want to take all the blame yourself?"

"Since we're going to die anyway, I won't betray my brothers."

Yang Jinwen squinted, reached out his right hand, and grabbed his right arm, right where the gunshot wound was.

His tone was more stern than ever before: "You possess firearms illegally, you gamble, you organize criminal gangs—in my opinion, none of these are more heinous crimes than drug trafficking!"

Yang Jinwen tightened his grip, and Old Cui clenched his teeth, cold sweat pouring down his face.

Yang Jinwen continued, "Was Ding San involved? Was Mad Dog from the south of the city involved? Were they your suppliers or your suppliers? Where did these goods come from?"

Old Cui felt a burning pain in his wound, and this excruciating pain spread throughout his body, to the point that he was about to go into shock.

Yang Jinwen saw that he was covered in sweat and his lips were trembling, so he let go of his hand.

But then, it squeezed hard again.

"Speak! Where did these things come from?"

"Ding San, it was Ding San who told me to sell it!"

Where is the factory?

"I...I don't know, Ding San didn't tell me!"

"Did you cause trouble at Golden Age just to sell this stuff?"

"Yes, the three Cao siblings from Golden Age found out that my little brother was selling this at their nightclub, so they beat him up. That's why I went outside their nightclub to threaten him."

Yang Jinwen asked, word by word, "Look into my eyes and tell me, you've never killed anyone?"

(End of this chapter)