Detective from The Future

Brother Liao showed a sneer, these black eggs...

Most Chinese restaurants really pay attention to harmony and make money, and seldom go hard with the old black.

The stick was bullied, some tolerated, some shot with a gun, and once or twice happened, the old blacks became honest.

To put it bluntly, this is a group of lazy, lazy, bullying rascals.

The more you forbear, the more he bullies you.

"Brother Liao, the claypot rice is ready." Xiao Lei carried the dinner plate and put a steaming claypot rice on the table.

Brother Liao said in English, "Sit down."

"Brother Liao, why did you speak English suddenly."

"You also speak English now."

Although he didn't understand the reason, Xiao Lei still responded, "OK, you are the boss."

Brother Liao stirred with a spoon, "How is the business in the store these days?"

"It's not bad, there is a profit."

"Has it been deposited on the account on time?"

"Have."

"I'm going to use money recently. I'll go to the bank with me soon to get tens of thousands of dollars."

Xiao Lei showed a look of confusion, "Brother Liao, why do you withdraw so much money at once?"

"Don't ask, I have an urgent need. I will leave it in the store tonight, and I will pick it up tomorrow morning."

"Is it safe to leave money in the store?"

Brother Liao took a bite of the meal, "You leave someone to watch, anyway, it should be fine for one night."

Xiao Lei nodded, "I don't worry about others, I will stay in the store tonight."

Brother Liao patted his arm, "Go ahead."

Xiao Lei got up, "There is soup stewed in the pot, and I will serve you a bowl later."

"Okay." Brother Liao responded and continued to eat.

The black foreigner wearing a golden chain winked at his companion, and then snarled at Liao Ge.

The dirty braided black foreigner grinned and ate a large piece of braised pork.

After the two blacks finished eating, the black man wearing a golden chain walked to Brother Liao and patted him on the shoulder, "Hey, man, is this restaurant yours?"

Brother Liao looked up at him, "Yeah."

"Look, the food in the restaurant is good. My brother likes it very much. We will come often."

"Thanks"

The black man with the gold chain clenched his fist and patted his chest, "I will cover you, you know, this is my territory."

"Yeah, thanks"

The black foreigner wearing a gold chain made a fist-fist movement, then whistled at the waitress, and walked out of the shop with another foreigner on his shoulders, without any intention of paying.

When they left the door, the two of them touched their fists and laughed presumptuously, seeming to be laughing at the restaurant...

The other side of the Pacific Ocean.

Qindao Public Security Bureau, Office of the Captain of the Municipal Criminal Investigation Brigade.

Ding Xifeng was sitting behind his desk. The desk was filled with files of various cases. The top one was Project 131.

After understanding the situation of the case, Ding Xifeng immediately reported to his superiors. The leaders of the municipal bureau attached great importance to the case and immediately called an emergency meeting. Several major leaders attended the meeting.

Ding Xifeng attached great importance to this case from the beginning, otherwise Ma Jingbo would not be allowed to set up a joint task force, but the importance of the case once again exceeded his estimation.

"Boom." There was a knock on the door outside.

Ding Xifeng put on a mask, "Come in."

"Crack..." Ma Jingbo walked in when the door rang.

"Captain."

Ding Xifeng pointed to the sofa next to him, "Sit down."

Ding Xifeng leaned on the table, "This time the case is well handled. Several city bureau leaders are very optimistic about you. Your boy is one step closer to the title of deputy captain."

"Hehe." Ma Jingbo smiled, "Captain, how to deal with this case next, can you still investigate Song Xinhai's line?"

"Humph."

Ding Xifeng sighed, "Song Xinhai is a foreigner. Most of his previous activities were in other places. His online activity is probably not in Qindao. The case is beyond the jurisdiction of Qindao Public Security Bureau. It is very difficult to investigate. , With half the effort, the superiors decided to transfer 131 cases to the Provincial Criminal Investigation Corps."

Ma Jingbo nodded. The donor intermediaries at the bottom of this organization are all very difficult to investigate. The more they go up, the more difficult it will be. Once they leave Qindao City, they don't even have independent law enforcement rights and must ask the local police for assistance.

This is also the significance of setting up higher-level criminal investigation teams. There are two main criteria for cases transferred from district and county branches to the city bureau. One is the difficulty of detecting the case, and the other is the scope of the case.

If it is a series of fleeing cases, the scene of the case is not in a district or county, and cross-district law enforcement is difficult. At this time, the branch will transfer the case to the city bureau, and the city criminal investigation team has law enforcement powers throughout Qindao City.

The 131 case has now only torn the tip of the iceberg. According to Yang Zhichao, there is more than one donor intermediary, and there are other donor intermediaries in other places, and the higher-level acceptor intermediaries have wider tentacles.

According to Ma Jingbo’s estimation, it has exceeded the scope of Luzhou Province, and the case may spread to many provinces and cities across the country. Investigation, evidence collection, and interrogation will become very difficult, which has greatly exceeded the jurisdiction of a criminal investigation team of a municipal bureau. .

There is no other way but to hand over to higher-level departments.

Ma Jingbo could understand and didn't say more.

Moreover, from the perspective of Song Xinhai and Yang Zhichao, the organization is relatively tight, and Ma Jingbo is not sure whether he can move.

If the bones didn't move, and they knocked their teeth, it would be worth the loss.

Ding Xifeng changed the subject, "How does it feel to work with Han Bin this time?"

"The young man is good, very capable, it's a pity to stay in the sub-game."

Ding Xifeng asked, "I want to transfer him to the Criminal Investigation Team of the Municipal Bureau, what do you think?"

"Okay, just transfer to our second squadron. This kid gets along well with me, so I can take it." Ma Jingbo said quickly.

Han Bin joined the second squadron, which is equivalent to one more general, and he can also save a lot of worry.

Ma Jingbo had seen it during the Yuhua branch. Although Zeng Ping was the squadron leader, he was only catching the head. The case was completely led by Han Bin, and the squadron leader was very relieved.

Think about it, too, there is a subordinate who has a strong ability to solve crimes, who would not want to save snacks.

"This Han Bin can be regarded as an individual talent, and it is very important in Yuhua branch. Are they willing to let go?" Ma Jingbo said.

Ding Xifeng opened the window and looked at the street in the distance, "Qindao recently had several tricky cases. The Criminal Investigation Team of the Municipal Bureau also needs some elite soldiers. I believe that the leaders of the Municipal Bureau will also have this idea. The leader nodded. This matter is not difficult to handle. After all, the city criminal investigation team is the face of Qindao Public Security."

"Okay, go ahead, just have a number in your mind, and finish the file of the 131 case as soon as possible."

"Yes."

...

The other side of the Pacific Ocean.

Ten o'clock in the evening.

Near the Chinese restaurant on Hickel Street.

At this time, Chinese restaurants have closed. Foreign countries are no better than domestic ones. At night, public security will be worse, especially Chinese restaurants generally close earlier.

The back door of the restaurant was in an alley, and the light was a little dim. Two dark shadows came over, as if they were showing white teeth out of thin air, "Hey, Tony, are we really going to do this?"

"Oh, man, what are you afraid of? We have guns. Those Chinese are like lambs, do you understand?" Tony patted the gun on his waist, showing a relaxed look.

"Yeah, I know, but..."

"Wow, what are you hesitating, let me listen, my brother."

The man with dirty braids licked his thick lips, "Yeah, I heard the Chinese boss say that he might stay in the store at night."

"Oh Maga, are you scared, my brother, you are actually scared of the Chinese, look at the gun you are going to take, and pat your chest, tell me if you are scared."

The voice of the man with dirty braids suddenly raised, "No, I am not afraid, I just don't want to hurt others, you know."

"OK, no one wants to hurt other people, I am not too killer, but we need money, money can have girls. Hey, I remember you like big pi stock girls, huh."

"Yeah, I like it..." The dirty-braided foreigner showed excitement and made an indecent gesture.

"OK, man, we are brothers, huh." Tony raised his fist.

"Of course." The man with dirty braids touched Tony.

The two walked to the back door of the Chinese restaurant, took out their pistols, and looked around vigilantly.

At Tony's gesture, the man with dreadlocks tugged at the door, "Tony, I can't pull it, it's locked."

"Fuck, don't call my name again, OK, man."

The man with dirty braids spread his hands, "What should I do now?"

Tony pushed him away, "Let me come, I can open this door, but I will get 60%."

"OK." The man with braids shrugged.

Tony took the unlocking tool and started to tinker around the lock, and the man with dirty braids took out his phone to light him.

Tony is not very professional. After several minutes of tinkering, the door lock still didn't open.

"Fuck, Tony, can you do it?"

"Shut your mouth, it's ok immediately." Tony scolded.

After another few minutes, the lock rang and the door opened from the outside.

Tony whispered, "Fuck, I said, I can do it."

"Yeah, hurry up, the police will come soon." The man with braids worried.

"Don't worry, I know this very well, and there are very few police patrols."

The man with dirty braids took a deep breath, "As long as we get the money, let's go, OK."

Tony patted him on the shoulder, and the two walked in from the back of the hotel together.

"Tony, this is the first time I have come to the back of the restaurant. How do we go? Where do you think they will hide their money."

"Go straight, let's go to the counter first. If it's really like the Chinese boss said that there are tens of thousands of dollars, we will send it out." Tony bared his white teeth, showing an expression of excitement.

"No, don't turn on the phone lights."

The two of them walked into the restaurant and found the counter.

Tony licked his black lips and put the pistol on the counter, "You stare, I'll find it."

"OK, hurry up." The man with pigtails took a deep breath, holding the gun in both hands, looking a little nervous.

Suddenly, a figure flashed on the right side of the restaurant, and then a voice rang out, "Hello, welcome!"

"Fuck!" The two old blacks were taken aback, picked up their pistols and fired at the figure on the right.

"Bang bang bang..."