"Brother Qiu!"
A group of gunmen in the warehouse eagerly raised their guns and wanted to kill all the police officers who rushed into the door.
How could the .38 in the hands of these policemen be better than their AK47?
Chen Jiaju and others are brave enough to push forward...
Li Shaoze saw this situation. After taking down Brother Qiu, he rolled into the middle of the gunners without any hesitation. Lying on the ground, he spread his legs and kicked, smashing the knees of the two gunmen twice.
They were just about to pull the trigger when their legs hurt and they fell to their knees.
The remaining gunmen were startled by Li Shaoze's rolling approach.
Although he did not move the muzzle of the gun, the speed in his hands was a little slower. The guys took the opportunity and shot them all to the ground with a burst of gunfire.
Unexpectedly, after the gunfire stopped, there was a sudden strange noise in the bathroom. It turns out that there is another person in this group of gunmen, who was hiding in the bathroom just now.
This guy was also a clever guy. After hearing the gunshots and screams, he opened the toilet window and prepared to escape, regardless of whether it was gangster or white.
"Someone ran away."
Chen Jiaju stepped forward and opened the bathroom door, looking at the shaking window and his face turned green.
When a prisoner slipped out from under his nose, it was like a slap in the face to him.
But Song Zijie, who was hiding behind the window, his eyes lit up. He had been waiting for the rabbit for so long, and he had indeed been waiting for the rabbit. Suddenly a gun was fired into the air, and the bang frightened the criminals who were about to escape.
"You, you, you...you are so insidious!"
The gunman raised his hands in the air and looked like he was crying.
Li Shaoze had just arrived behind the house and saw that Song Zijie had already handcuffed the fugitive. He nodded happily and said, "Ajie, you did a good job."
"It's all taught well by Sir Li."
Song Zijie touched his head with a green smile on his face.
This operation can be said to be a great success. The kitchen and warehouse have been completed, and there are no casualties in the West District.
As for the Central District? This has nothing to do with Li Shaoze.
And with a living witness and these physical evidences, the accusation against Lin Kun is accurate. Even if the Central District does not hand over evidence, the case can still be closed.
When Li Shaoze returned to the warehouse, he saw Chen Jiaju and others smashing open the wooden tiles on the floor and taking out bags of white powder. The purity of these white powders varies, each version is one kilogram, and ten versions are packed into a bag.
The guys have been paying for it for more than ten generations and they still have the goods. You can imagine how big Lin Kun's business is.
"Damn it, how many people will be killed if this leaks out? I really want to feed him peanuts."
Li Shaoze held the gun bag in one hand, and his teeth itched with hatred.
In his opinion, sentencing Lin Kun to life imprisonment is simply giving him a chance to retire in Stanley.
Have you ever paid social security? He is actually qualified to enjoy this kind of treatment.
But who let this be Hong Kong Island? There is nothing Li Shaoze can do no matter how unwilling he is.
…
That night, the Western District Police Station.
More than 300 kilograms of seized goods were all lifted out of the car and sent to the evidence room.
As for the corpses of the criminals who were shot, they will be sent to the mortuary by the forensics department. All the remaining survivors were put into the detention room in the West District, including Ali.
Uncle Biao didn't bother to look at the evidence, but his eyes were fixed on the numbers in the report.
"Three hundred and forty pounds of white powder, Aze, you really gave me a big surprise."
"I'm sorry, Uncle Biao, this operation was so urgent that I didn't report it in advance."
Li Shaoze's smile was unapologetic, because he had always acted and had no habit of reporting in advance.
Fortunately, Uncle Biao didn't mind, because apart from Li Shaoze, Chen Jiaju also didn't like to report in advance. On the contrary, it was the former cultural staff who reported anything.
This made Uncle Biao unconsciously start to favor unruly go-getters.
Of course, this kind of unruliness must also be within a default scale.
I have to say that Li Shaoze controlled this very well. In the action report after the incident, the entire process of the action was described in detail, including the part where Ali was beaten.
But it seemed that Ali didn't attract Uncle Biao's attention at all.
After all, Ali is just a small police officer in the final analysis. Even if people from the Central District come to the door, Uncle Biao can stop them with just a few words. Of course, we need to take the credit first and then talk about it.
"It's okay, I like your supplementary report better."
There was a smile on Uncle Biao's face, and there was a seizure report written on it. Which leader in the police force wouldn't like that? But he also knew what Li Shaoze's main purpose was to find him this time.
He immediately signed an arrest warrant and sent it to Li Shaoze: "Aze, go do the work."
"Yes, sir."
Li Shaoze saluted and left, closed the door and flicked the arrest warrant in his hand with a smile on his face.
"Done!"
By now, this case has almost been concluded.
Not only was there no problem with the procedure, Lin Kun didn't even have to think about running away.
Because according to paparazzi news, Lin Kun is still lying in bed in Mingxin Hospital. I heard that this guy has diabetes and just had surgery yesterday. I don’t know if it was a kidney transplant.
But those who sell white powder are really rich, and they only go to private hospitals for medical treatment.
At this time, Wang Suxian stepped forward and said, "Sir Li, how did the report go?"
"Great, five hundred off the bill."
"Thank you sir."
Wang Suxian was so happy that she felt that she must do a good job for Sir Li, and maybe all the bills would be waived in the future.
Li Shaoze glanced at her quietly, naturally seeing through these little thoughts, but for him, this was a way to save worry and effort, and he would not take the initiative to expose it.
He waved to Chen Jiaju and Song Zijie and said, "Take a team of guys to the hospital to arrest people."
"Which hospital?"
"The house you stayed at last time."
…
Mingxin Hospital, front door.
Two nurses stopped Li Shaoze and others. They didn't want to be hospitalized. But the nurse sitting at the front desk happened to be the one who handled the hospitalization procedures for Chen Jiaju and others.
The front desk nurse was deeply impressed by Chen Jiaju's big nose and said quickly: "These two are VIPs. I'm sorry, what can I do for you?"
"You also got VIP?"
Li Shaoze glanced at Chen Jiaju and Song Zijie and found that their faces were both ugly.
But then I thought about it, this was probably the procedure that Meiko had done at that time.
Although I didn’t tell him, I did a good job. These two street guys should really get a VIP deal. Maybe they can get priority in the queue for blood transfusions and amputations in the future.
Chen Jiaju coughed twice and took out his ID from his arms: "The police are handling the case and are here to arrest a criminal."
"Which ward does this person named Lin Kun live in?"
"Sir, I'll take you there." The front desk nurse led the way and took Li Shaoze and others to the door of a nursing ward.
Li Shaoze opened the door and saw Lin Kun's wife feeding him soup spoonful by spoonful. There was also a daughter with an afro leaning against the window sill, smoking unscrupulously in the ward.
