"Someone is chasing you!"
Guan Li was driving a black Honda on the highway.
Two taxis followed closely behind.
There are also several official vehicles to cooperate.
"Squeak."
"Squeak."
I saw a few cars constantly changing their order and routes on the road to pretend to be following.
But Guan Li could still tell at a glance that these vehicles used the standard "323" formation, which is the most commonly used tracking formation by police paparazzi.
"Again?"
Guan Li glanced at the rearview mirror.
Shift into a gear.
"Pass!"
He held his hands to the side and suddenly made a tight half circle.
The black Honda pressed the solid line and turned into the side entrance.
Several cars that were traveling normally quickly slowed down, and there was a burst of cursing in the driveway.
Guan Li, on the other hand, retracted his gaze and continued to drive forward.
The police paparazzi who had already entered the normal lane could no longer follow him, and could only hammer in the direction, sighing and cursing.
At this time, a month had passed since Guan Li visited Lin Kun's house.
The police have indeed stepped up their efforts to investigate Lin Kun's methamphetamine syndicate.
Putting huge pressure on meth factories.
However, Lin Kun acted cautiously and was not seriously hit.
Instead, Lin Kun took risks and his plan to seize market share was in full swing.
Since the Lin family released the news that they would increase supply, many local buyers who could not find the goods after Zhu Tao's downfall have all contacted him to trade with him.
Guan Li is going to deliver a set of goods today.
Tick-tick-tick.
The Honda was driving on Central Avenue.
Guan Li turns on the double flash.
Another black car followed immediately.
The two cars slowed down and drove in parallel, very close to each other.
"Crack!"
Guan Li lowered the window, took out a set of "Hong Kong paper" from the armrest box, and threw it to the opposite side.
The car on the opposite side also lowered its window, firmly caught the black tape with his hand, and then opened the tape with a look of joy on his face.
After he saw clearly the goods in the delivery, he picked up a leather bag and stretched it out the window.
Guan Li also caught the bag with his hand, then put one hand next to the seat, blew the gum in his mouth, and simply stepped on the accelerator to speed away.
No one in Hong Kong dares to give false numbers or use counterfeit money in drug sales. Because drug dealers are crazy and will kill entire families.
And this time the buyer was an old acquaintance, so Guan Li acted very relaxed and drove away after completing the transaction.
However, Guan Li's expression darkened: "Bite me so hard."
"It's going to be bad."
It's not like there weren't "paparazzi" keeping an eye on him in the past, but it was far from as tight as it is now.
Guan Li knew that after Sir Zhuang spoke, the police officers had to do something.
But you can’t do things with the wrong goal, right? Not only is there no good for the police force to do with him now, but it might even cause trouble. Guan Li decided to meet Sir Zhuang next time and have a good chat with Sir Zhuang.
at the same time.
The rooftop of a house in Causeway Bay.
There is news from the front.
"Lost!"
A senior officer in a suit took off his earphones and said with an indignant expression: "I lost it again!"
"Forget it!"
"It took five minutes last time and seven minutes this time. There is progress!" A female officer in a sharp suit came to the side and comforted him.
"Madam." The operators on site greeted each other one after another.
The female officer smiled, her face seemed familiar.
They all had customs papers hanging around their necks.
…
Two days later.
Central, underground garage.
A certain handsome boy has a habit of making appointments to meet with undercover police officers before starting a targeted operation.
Because only by meeting can we have a better conversation and determine some details and problems.
See if the undercover agent has betrayed you!
To avoid unnecessary losses to the police.
Of course, it is more reliable to communicate by letter.
Of course, handsome guys are very open-minded.
He doesn't have the habit of meeting undercover agents on the rooftop. On the contrary, it's no problem in a garage, bar, stable, or rental house.
This time, there was a Honda car parked in a parking space in the corner of the underground garage. Two men each held a cigarette in their mouths, lowered the seats to the lowest position, and looked at the roof of the car, puffing away smoke.
Sir Zhuang turned on the "Inspiration Detection" scan in his mind to make sure that no one was following him nearby.
As for the occasional passers-by, don't worry about it at all.
Because the front of their car is facing the wall.
Guan Li said aloud: "Sir Zhuang."
"Too many people follow me lately."
"I'm not good at doing things, can you please let the guys go for a while?"
"Give me a chance, I can do it!"
Zhuang Shikai has inquired about the basic situation and knows that Lin Kun is increasing the market share of importing "methamphetamine" and has achieved certain results.
It can only be said that the brave will be starved to death and the timid will be starved to death.
Lin Kun also dared to commit crimes against the wind.
He was so ambitious that the angry Master Zhuang even wanted to kill him.
However, Guan Li also said that although Lin Kun trusted him, he was still just the leader in charge of the truck. It would indeed take some time to find the kitchen, warehouse, and destroy the entire methamphetamine factory, and he was powerless to do so now.
Moreover, the current actions of the "police force" have brought great inconvenience to Guan Li. That's why Guan Li asked Mr. Zhuang to give him another chance to give him more room to operate.
Of course Zhuang Shikai understood the effect of haste, and immediately nodded and said: "Okay."
"Just do it with your heart."
"I believe in your strength."
He was also a little surprised that Uncle Biao would target Guan Li.
However, Guan Li is in charge of cars and is most easily exposed to the police. It’s not surprising that the Crime Squad received the order to deal with Lin Kun, so it chose to start with Guan Li first.
But to deal with cautious people, it needs to be cooked over low heat.
Zhuang Shikai believed in Guan Li's ability, and there was no need for him to be a bastard. He was willing to let the police force give him space.
Guan Li smiled: "Thank you sir."
"Lin Kun is not in good health recently."
"I'm trying to find a way to get to know the bottom of the factory more."
Zhuang Shikai patted him on the shoulder: "I completely believe you."
"Take it easy."
Guan Li was moved in his heart: "Thank you, sir!"
"Beep, beep, beep." At this time, the call machine on Guan Li's waist vibrated. Guan Li reached out and took out the call machine to check. He saw Lin Kun's number on it: call back quickly.
"Let's go." Zhuang Shikai caught a glimpse of the number, patted Guan Li on the shoulder, opened the door and got out of the car, and sat back in the Mercedes-Benz car next to him.
Guan Li put down the call machine, started the car, and exited the parking space directly. The two cars drove out of the garage at staggered times.
…
After Zhuang Shikai returned to the police station, he picked up the phone without too much delay and said directly: "Uncle Biao, please come to the office."
He sat in the large office, put down the phone, swiveled his chair, and took a few sips of coffee.
Soon, Zhou Huabiao was wearing uniform and knocked on the door. With the permission of the director, he opened the door and walked into the office and said: "Sir Zhuang."
Zhuang Shikai patted the armrest of the chair and said with a relaxed expression: "I heard that you were checking the head of a car?"
"I have an informant working for him, and it's hard to do anything right now."
"Let someone else follow you."
Zhuang Shikai believed that this kind of problem was not a problem. He casually gave the order and Zhou Huabiao naturally turned around and took care of things.
But Zhou Huabiao looked confused at this moment: "What kind of car?"
"Is it Guan Li?"
When Zhuang Shikai saw Zhou Huabiao's attitude, he immediately felt something was wrong. He frowned and asked, "Aren't you following Guan Li?"
"No! Sir Zhuang!" Zhou Huabiao came to his senses and shouted, "Everyone knows that people who make cars are the smartest! Only fools follow him!"
"During our preliminary investigation, we found that Lin Kun had a gunman named Huang Bo who liked to gamble outside."
"Recently we are arranging police officers to keep an eye on him to see if we can buy something from him."
"Then who is watching Guan Li?" Sir Zhuang's brows tightened, he put his hand on the table and said, "Scrape the person out for me! Don't bother me with my work!"
"Whoever dares to ruin my good deeds will have his legs broken!" Zhuang Shikai didn't have a good temper. Zhou Huabiao immediately stood up, saluted, and solemnly accepted the order: "Yes, sir!"
"That's right! Send a gang to keep an eye on Guan Li! Be careful of someone interfering!" Zhuang Shikai ordered again, and Zhou Huabiao nodded, leaving the office.
…
Central District.
Mingxin Hospital.
bathroom.
Lin Kun supported the wall with his hands and lowered his head to look at his second brother.
His face was full of pain, and he was peeing soup.
Guan Li supported the boss beside him.
It turned out that the person who just called his phone was not Lin Kun himself, but Lin Kun's wife.
Lin Kun's diabetes suddenly worsened last night and he needed to be hospitalized for several days. For some matters outside, Guan Li needs to be called over to explain a few words.
Of course, as a confidant, Guan Li arrived immediately.
And this is also a good opportunity to show courtesy and gain trust.
"ah!"
At this time, Lin Kun raised his head and screamed, took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled it, and pulled up the waistband of his pants.
Men are always sick.
Very miserable.
"Da da da." Guan Li patted the boss on the back and expressed concern: "Sister-in-law asked me to advise you more and make time for the operation as soon as possible."
Lin Kun put on his belt, took out the tissue, came to the sink, and said with disdain: "You're kidding! What if a kidney transplant hurts your vitality?"
Guan Li said: "Some things cannot be avoided when they are in front of you."
Lin Kun's diabetes is already in the advanced stage and he has symptoms of uremia. The only solution is a kidney transplant.
Lin Kun had no shortage of money for a kidney transplant, but the kidney source was difficult to match, and he had a strong rejection of organ transplantation.
At this time, he washed his hands, dried them, turned to Guan Li and sighed: "Forget it! My youngest daughter was born with a heart disease, and my eldest daughter is so rebellious."
"Shame! Look at what she did just now, can you bear it? I can't bear it anyway!"
"There's still business outside and we'll talk about it later."
I wonder if there is reincarnation in the way of heaven.
It is difficult for club bosses to maintain family harmony.
Lin Kun has a big head.
At this time, he stepped forward and walked out of the toilet on crutches. Guan Li supported the boss and accompanied him attentively.
When the two of them walked to the corridor, Guan Li suddenly asked: "Is your deterioration this time due to the chocolate you ate yesterday?"
Lin Kun leaned against the wall, waved his hands and said, "Don't worry! It's not like your sister-in-law doesn't know!"
"That's right! Did you bring it with you? Did you bring it with you?" Lin Kun patted Guan Li's pocket, his eyes instantly lit up, and his hands kept digging in Guan Li's arms.
Guan Li raised his arm to stop him, but he couldn't use too much force. The two of them were like teenagers molesting each other, standing in the corridor and fighting.
