Hong Kong Comprehensive World Champion

Chapter 334 Police Conflict

"Beep beep."

The call machine on the customs inspector's waist rang.

The customs inspector instinctively picked up the phone and saw a string of numbers.

"29472"

Follow the radio translation.

This "retreats"/"snaps back" within the customs rep.

The customs inspector was silent for two seconds, and then inserted the call machine back into his waist.

"Keep moving!"

The Customs Inspector gave the order aloud.

"Yes, sir."

The customs members answered in a low voice.

At this time, two customs members carried Guan Li to the exit of the building.

The rest of the customs members held guns in both hands, and their expressions became very serious.

They know it's a matter of victory and defeat.

"Go up and call the door!"

"If you dare to move around, I will kill you!"

At this moment, the customs inspector raised his gun and preached against Guan Li's back.

And Guan Li raised his hands high.

Step by step to the "kitchen".

The customs police officers have not been dispatched for the time being, but are distributed at the entrance of the corridor, aiming at Guanli with guns, ready to rush out at any time.

"Liao sir."

"Is there anything wrong?"

The customs police officers held guns one by one, and their palms were sweating.

Don't look at their strong soldiers.

But a little guilty.

After all, it is a serious violation of the regulations that they continue to beat and extract confessions when they know that the other party is an undercover agent.

What's more, the relationship between the customs and the police force is not good.

This situation is likely to bring more trouble!

In addition, the other party is Zhuang sir's undercover agent!

Who is Mr. Zhuang? The customs members have all heard of it!

This time, everyone and Mr. Zhuang took the credit, almost doing things with their heads.

Compared with the two, the danger of catching drug dealers is a trivial matter.

The potential "police-official conflict" behind it is the big deal.

After a customs sergeant questioned the inspector, Liao sir, a senior customs inspector, narrowed his eyes and showed a ruthless expression: "I just finished fighting before I knew the origin of the other party! It will be too late to stop!"

"We can only do one thing and keep going! The drug manufacturing den has been successfully destroyed! Only then can the director protect us!"

"So, this operation must be successful!"

The customs inspector's voice was very low.

"Yeah." The sheriff stood beside him and nodded slightly.

Immediately another police officer asked aloud, "What should we do after that?"

Even if they successfully destroy the drug production den.

As long as the undercover police officers file a complaint with the police force, they may also be able to escape the police force's retaliation.

This kind of revenge does not have to be overt, it may also be private.

The customs inspector raised his palm, put it on his neck, and made a fierce gesture of slashing a knife.

Everything is self-evident.

kill!

Put the undercover cops among the criminals to kill them!

In this way, it can be regarded as an unwitting operation, and killing the undercover agent is just a manslaughter.

The impact of manslaughter is much smaller.

At that time, as long as the operation is good, the police force may not retaliate privately, and it is very likely that they will only condemn publicly.

Of course, the premise of all this is to successfully destroy the drug manufacturing dens, which is supported by a major contribution. And he had to be ruthless enough to make the living shut up.

"Hiss!" The customs police officer gasped.

"Da da da." Guan Li was walking to the kitchen door and knocked on the door lightly.

The atmosphere of the entire team of customs personnel was a little depressed, and the crippled master once again supported his knees and limped towards the door.

"Things you dare not."

"I'll do it!" whispered the customs inspector.

"Why are you back again?"

asked the lame master.

Guan Li lowered his head and explained: "The buyer asked for more goods."

"Give me two more sets."

Guan Li lay down in front of the door, sweating profusely.

The cripple opened the door and said, "Ten minutes is enough for two sets of goods!"

"You don't have to run sweating, do you?"

At this time, the customs inspector next to the corridor waved his hand, and the customs members raised all kinds of weapons and began to slowly approach the kitchen along the wall, approaching the iron gate step by step.

But at this moment, Guan Li put his head on the door, squinted at Sir Liao, his eyes were full of resentment.

"Click." The moment the crippled master opened the iron door, Guan Li suddenly rushed forward, bang, and quickly pulled the inner steel door behind his back.

"Customs!!!" Guan Li roared, rattling, and quickly fastened all the turn locks on the steel door.

The entire factory kitchen was in chaos in an instant.

The lame man and a few helpers hurriedly moved all the semi-finished products and raw materials on the table into the bathroom and quickly flushed them down the toilet.

They were scrambling in the kitchen to destroy as much evidence as possible.

But the customs inspector roared outside the door: "Duo Lei, your mother!"

"Bang bang bang!" After the customs inspector kicked the inner door three times, he waved vigorously: "Bump the door for me!"

Two policemen carrying all-steel ramming poles stepped forward, banging on the steel door again and again.

"Small the lock!" The customs inspector roared loudly, and the customs police officer immediately shifted his target and smashed towards the door lock.

This is a life-threatening action by the customs inspector. If the action fails, catastrophe will be imminent.

Can the customs inspector not be irritable?

However, after several impacts on the steel door, the door lock hadn't been knocked open yet, but a pane was snapped off.

This is a small space that criminals usually put down to observe the outside.

This time it became an opportunity.

The customs inspector immediately stepped forward and put his hand into the window pane, trying to unlock the door from the inside to speed up the customs' attack.

"Hold!"

Guan Li happened to walk out of the bathroom.

He saw a hand fumbling for the lock, and recognized at once that it was the same hand that had just struck him with a stick.

How long have you been playing.

How deep it will be remembered!

Guan Li's face turned fierce, he picked up a hammer by the door, raised the hammer and slammed it down on the palm of his hand.

"Boom!"

The hammer hit the palm.

"ah!"

The customs inspector let out a heart-piercing scream.

"Bang bang bang!"

Guan Li hammered three times.

The entire palm was immediately bloody, twitching and trembling, almost turning into a piece of rotten flesh.

The customs inspector was so painful that he almost fainted outside the door.

Afterwards, Guan Li threw down the hammer, turned around and ran, rushing all the way to the bathroom, decided to take advantage of the angle difference, and jumped directly to the balcony downstairs to escape.

When he came to the kitchen for the first time, he had already analyzed the escape line at this critical moment.

There is no way, people who hang around outside must know how to run!

Moreover, after he made the confession, he already understood that the person who was tortured to extract the confession was not a colleague of the police force, but a customs officer.

If he falls into the hands of the customs officers, I am afraid he will be treated as a drug dealer, and there will only be a dead end.

Therefore, Guan Li decisively chose to escape and continued to hang out with drug dealers.

Although this is very risky, he may be killed by Lin Kun as a traitor, but it may also go further and directly find out the entire methamphetamine factory!

This is how the underworld works. Risks and opportunities coexist. If you are not dead, you are waiting for the upper hand.

He has no choice now!

"boom!"

"boom!"

five minutes later.

Customs knocked open the steel gate.

"boom!"

A dead body fell from the sky.

Killed at the bottom of the building.

The inspector saw that the scene was chaotic and empty, and he threw himself directly to the window, looking at a corpse on the ground and the rest of the people who had disappeared, with anger in his eyes.

"Search the scene!" The customs inspector turned and kicked the cabinet.

A line of police cars parked at the bottom of the building.

Zhou Huabiao got out of the car with his men and horses, with an angry expression on his face, he ordered the police to seal off the scene, and strode upstairs.

...

"Xiaoliang."

"Have you called yet?"

At the same time, the customs office area.

Minnie pushed open the office door and asked a policewoman by the phone.

The policewoman shook her head: "Sir Liao didn't call back."

"good!"

"I see."

Minnie nodded, closed the door and returned to the office to sit down. An ominous premonition flashed in her heart, and she finally picked up the car keys and decided to go out.

...

half an hour later.

Wan Chai, Director's Office.

Zhuang Shikai is reviewing quarterly funds.

"Ding ding ding."

At this time, the office phone by the desk rang.

Zhuang Shikai closed his pen, picked up the phone and said, "Who is there?"

"Sir Zhuang."

"It's me, Zhou Huabiao." Uncle Biao was standing in the room of the building, making a phone call with the drug dealer's landline.

Hearing Uncle Biao's voice, Zhuang Shikai immediately asked, "What's the matter?"

"I caught a large number of customs personnel!" Uncle Biao stared at a dozen or so wearing suits, squatting in the corner, and a row of customs personnel stood up and reported.

"Click!" Zhuang Shikai pressed the pen with his thumb and snapped the pen in two.

Is there a customs guy in the kitchen?

Things are going up!

Uncle Biao added: "There is also a senior customs inspector stopped downstairs."

"I'm afraid it's inconvenient to do things."

"Didn't let her come up."

Zhuang Shikai nodded, and asked in a cold voice, "Is someone's palm smashed?"

Uncle Biao looked around, fixed on Sir Liao, the customs officer, and replied, "There is someone."

alright.

Zhuang Shikai can now fully judge what the customs people have done.

Depend on! I will go to customs to notify myself! Or make it like this?

Master Zhuang's first feeling was that he had cheated Guan Li, and the second feeling was that he had lost face.

Master Zhuang said sharply, "Break all their legs!"

"Pa-ta!" Then Master Zhuang hung up the phone angrily, and Uncle Biao waited for a while, put down the phone slowly, and turned to look at the customs crowd by the wall.

Although there are a lot of customs personnel and weapons, how did the customs beat the police?

Zhou Huabiao had just rushed into the building with a large number of police forces. When the two sides first met, they acted decisively and unloaded each other's guns.

Afterwards, the police handcuffed the customs in a corner, just like treating criminals, and then took over the scene.

At this time, Uncle Biao approached the corner step by step, and an ominous premonition appeared in the hearts of the customs officers and horses.

The customs inspector immediately shouted: "What do you want to do!"

"Our customs is also a disciplined force!"

"Tsk!" Uncle Biao sneered disdainfully, raised his hand and said, "Break all their legs!"

A dozen or so police officers who had already had a premonition, stood beside them and were gearing up, each bent down to pick up some tools, and gradually surrounded them: "Yes, sir!"

"You dare to move around!" The customs inspector roared, and several sticks hit his legs hard.

"Ah!" The customs inspector screamed again.

After that, more than a dozen customs officers and horses in the room all huddled in the corner and screamed loudly, and there was a scene where the father taught his son a lesson. Uncle Biao is not interested, because these customs don't even have the qualifications to resist. I really don't know where the guts are to dare to provoke Sir Zhuang.

"Crack!" Suddenly, a police officer broke a wooden stick, simply picked up a steel pipe again, and greeted the customs inspector fiercely.