Bang.
In the kitchen of 1106, the lights suddenly dimmed.
The lame uncle who was working was startled. He covered the ingredients in a panic and glanced at the three helpers around him. The two cooks silently took out pistols from under the cabinet and pointed them at the door.
There are no fools who dare to do this business. Any disturbance can touch their sensitive nerves.
Boom, boom, boom.
There was the sound of fists banging on the door, and then someone shouted: "Uncle Lame, it's me, Ali."
"There was a power outage in the building just now. I'm afraid I'll come back to see you if something happens."
Hearing Ali's voice, Uncle Lame breathed a sigh of relief, nodded to the cook, walked to the door and opened a window: "Brother Li, don't play with me next time. I'm too old to withstand being scared."
The lame uncle was a bit presbyopic and felt that Ali was a little dirty, but he didn't see the scars on his face clearly.
Even more invisible, the muzzle of a gun was firmly pressed against Ali's temple from the side.
The guys from the West Side gathered around the door, waiting for it to open before they swarmed in.
As for Li Shaoze, he would not give Ali any chance to be naughty. If Ali talked nonsense, he would really eat this peanut.
And when the guys have reached this point, they have already entered a state of high tension. If anything goes wrong, they will be the first to shoot.
Ali seemed to be aware of this, and hesitated for a moment, but finally did not dare to shout.
The lame uncle quietly breathed a sigh of relief, put down the ax in his hand, lowered his head and unlocked the heavy door.
Unexpectedly, the moment the door was opened, a group of police officers rushed in.
Li Shaoze immediately let go of Ali, kicked the old man in front of him down, raised his gun and shouted: "Police, don't move."
"Put the gun down!"
Bang bang bang, he was answered by continuous gunshots.
The guy was in a small space with no chance of hiding. However, although the three assistant cooks had guns, their marksmanship was not very good. In the panic, they did not even suppress the recoil.
The funniest thing is that after one of them fired the gun, the gun fell directly from his hand, so it was not even accurate. After several shots were fired, there were several more bullet holes in the wall, but none of the guys fell.
By the time they each fired a shot, the guys' bullets had already been loaded into their chambers, killing them instantly.
"Goods, goods, goods..."
Uncle Lame got up in the rain of bullets, grabbed a package of finished products and rushed to the bathroom.
Now he no longer wants to escape, he just hopes that his sentence will be reduced by a few years and that he will not die in Stanley. But this act of destroying evidence simply does not allow the guys to merit merit.
Chen Jin stepped forward and picked up the old man, nodded to Li Shaoze and said, "Tou, everything is done."
"Um."
Li Shaoze discovered that Jin Zai had been promoted to sergeant and was now becoming more and more efficient in his work. He contributed a lot to this case today, so I should mention his name when writing the report.
Another scan of the scene showed that although it was a mess, the battle was resolved quickly and the evidence of the goods was all there. Li Shaoze then said: "Baoqiang, you and Chief Liang left behind to clean up the scene. Is there any problem?"
"No problem." Liu Baoqiang agreed immediately. After all, this is just a chore, and anyone who is not a newbie knows how to handle it.
Li Shaoze grabbed Ali from the ground: "Thank you, the kitchen is done. Is there any problem in the warehouse?"
"No."
Ali shook his head, how dare he say there was a problem?
"Jin Zai, follow me." Li Shaoze took Chen Jin away. After parking underground, he pushed Ali into the back seat of the car and took out a bottle of mineral water from the side of the seat: "Would you like to drink it?"
"drink!"
Ali reluctantly opened the bottle cap, mixed with the blood in his mouth, and Gululu took a long sip before saying: "The warehouse is in a fishing village on the coast of Kowloon."
There was a look of understanding in Li Shaoze's eyes, indicating that this guy knew what was going on. However, the gangster guarding the warehouse was obviously much more ferocious than the chef in the kitchen. Of course, he would not kill just two people.
He took out his mobile phone from his coat pocket and called back to the crime squad. He heard Ajie's voice beeping twice: "Western District Crime Squad, who are you calling?"
"Ajie, bring the guys over to Kowloon Fishing Village, where Lin Kun's warehouse is."
"Yes, sir." Song Zijie's eyes suddenly lit up, and he felt an opportunity to make a contribution. However, he was just a small police officer and did not have the right to lead a team. After hanging up the phone, he immediately turned around and found Chen Jiaju.
Chen Jiaju was very excited after hearing this, and secretly planned to regain his place in this operation.
He quickly took his assistant to get the gun, and a group of people set out from the police station loaded with guns and ammunition, and merged with Li Shaoze's car on the main road in Kowloon.
A group of cars stopped on the path in front of the fishing village. Li Shaoze opened the door and got out of the car. He took a bulletproof vest from Chen Jiaju and put it on.
As for Ali, he was handcuffed with two hands and placed in the back seat of the police car, with no chance to get out of the car.
"Sir Li."
Chen Jiaju and Song Zijie looked excited, each buttoning their bulletproof vests tighter than the other.
"According to the suspect's confession, everyone should be careful in the room in the third row. The criminal in charge of the warehouse probably has high-power weapons."
"Jiaju, you take six people with me. Ajie, you take the remaining five guys and hide outside. Guard the two intersections in front and behind, don't let anyone escape."
"Don't worry, sir." Song Zijie chuckled, having gained several operational experience. He was no longer the newbie he was back then. Looking around in a blink of an eye, he found that the two intersections at the front and back had excellent hiding places.
He took five old guys and walked over quietly. He pointed his finger and said, "Lao Zhang, A Qiang, you hide behind this car."
"You, lie down in two corners."
"What about you, Ajie?"
"Huh huh huh, I'll wait and touch over and lean next to the window. There will definitely be a fool climbing out of the window and not looking back." Song Zijie showed a proud smile, always feeling that he would make a great contribution.
At this time, Li Shaoze, with Chen Jiaju and other assistants, approached the warehouse from the front and leaned against the door while holding his breath. Faintly, you can already hear the sound of a group of people bragging and spanking inside.
Just as he was hesitating whether to break in through the window or head-on, the gunmen in the warehouse seemed to sense something was wrong.
Brother Qiu threw away the cards in his hand and grabbed an AK rifle on the ground: "I feel uneasy. I'll go out and take a look."
"Brother Qiu, let's play cards first."
"What are you afraid of? No one dares to come here to cause trouble."
The faces of the gunners under his command all looked indifferent, but after all, after working with Brother Qiu for so long, they also trusted his intuition. Silently put down the poker in his hand and picked up the gun from the ground.
With a click, Brother Qiu turned the door lock.
Before he could react, a black shadow rushed towards him.
Li Shaoze jumped forward and knocked Brother Qiu to the ground. His speed and strength were far superior to Brother Qiu. After knocking him down, he didn't hesitate at all. The gun in his hand was pressed against Brother Qiu's stomach, and there was a series of muffled sounds.
