"Beep beep beep."
The call machine on the customs inspector's waist rang.
I saw the customs inspector Ben Ben picked up the call machine and saw a series of numbers.
"29472"
Follow the radio translation.
This is a "retreat"/"quick return" within the customs representative.
The customs inspector was silent for two seconds and inserted the call machine back into his waist.
"Keep moving!"
The customs inspector barked the order.
"Yes, sir."
The customs members all replied in a low voice.
At this time, two customs members carried Guan Li to the exit of the building.
The remaining customs members held guns with both hands and their expressions became very serious.
They know victory or defeat depends on this.
"Go up and call the door!"
"If you dare to move, 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 towards the "kitchen".
The customs police officers have not been dispatched for the time being, but are distributed at the entrance of the corridor, aiming their guns at Guan Li, ready to rush out at any time.
"Sir Liao."
"Is everything going to be okay?"
The customs police officers all held firearms in their hands, their palms sweating.
Don't look at their strong soldiers and horses.
But he felt a little guilty.
After all, when they knew that the other party was an undercover agent, they continued to beat him to extract a confession, which was a serious violation of the regulations.
What's more, the relationship between Customs and the police is not good.
This situation is likely to cause even greater trouble!
In addition, the other party is Sir Zhuang’s undercover agent!
All the customs members have heard about who Sir Zhuang is!
This time everyone is competing with Sir Zhuang for credit, almost taking advantage of their own brains.
Compared with the two, the danger of catching drug dealers becomes a trivial matter.
The potential "police-related conflict" behind the scenes is the big deal.
After a customs sergeant asked the inspector, Senior Customs Inspector Liao Sir narrowed his eyes with a ruthless look on his face: "I didn't know the origin of the other party until I had beaten him just now! It was too late to stop by then!"
"We can only do it without stopping! We can successfully destroy the drug manufacturing den! Only then can the director protect us!"
"So, this operation must be successful!"
The customs inspector's voice was low.
"Yeah." The police chief stood beside him and nodded lightly.
Immediately, another police officer asked: "What should we do after that?"
Even if they succeed in destroying the drug manufacturing den.
As long as the undercover officers report to the police, they may be able to escape police retaliation.
This kind of revenge is not necessarily explicit, it may also be private.
However, the customs inspector raised his palm, placed it on his neck, and made a sharp slashing motion.
Everything is self-evident.
kill!
Put the undercover police officers among the criminals to kill and silence them!
In this way, it can be regarded as an unknowing operation, and the killing of the undercover agent is just a manslaughter.
The impact of manslaughter is much smaller.
At that time, as long as the operation is done well, the police force may not necessarily retaliate privately, but most likely just condemn it openly.
Of course, all this presupposes the successful destruction of drug manufacturing dens, which is supported by a great achievement. And he has to be ruthless, so ruthless that he can silence a living person.
"Hiss!" the customs officer gasped.
"Da da da." Guan Li walked to the kitchen door and knocked gently on the door with his hand.
The atmosphere in the entire customs team was a bit depressing. The crippled master once again held his knees and limped toward the door.
"Things you don't dare to do."
"I'll do it!" the customs inspector whispered.
"Why are you back again?"
The lame master asked aloud.
Guan Li lowered his head and explained: "The buyer asked for more goods."
"Get me two more sets."
Guan Li was lying in front of the door sweating profusely.
The lame man opened the door and said, "Ten minutes are enough for two sets of goods!"
"You don't have to run so sweaty, do you?"
At this time, the customs inspector beside the corridor waved his hand, and the customs members raised various weapons and began to slowly approach the kitchen along the wall, approaching the iron door step by step.
At this moment, Guan Li put his head against the door and looked at Sir Liao sideways, his eyes filled with resentment.
"Click." The moment the lame master opened the iron door, Guan Li suddenly rushed forward, and with a bang, he quickly pulled the inner steel door shut with his backhand.
"Customs!!!" Guan Li roared, clicking, clicking, and quickly fastened all the twist locks on the steel door.
The entire factory kitchen was instantly in chaos.
Lame Zi and several helpers quickly moved all the semi-finished products and raw materials on the table into the bathroom and flushed them down the toilet quickly.
They were busy in the kitchen destroying as much evidence as possible.
But the customs inspector roared outside the door: "Dului, your mother!"
"Bang, bang, bang!" I saw the customs inspector kicking the inner door three times and waving vigorously: "Bang the door!"
Two police officers carrying all-steel crash posts came forward and banged on the steel door again and again.
"Break the lock!" the customs inspector roared, and the customs police officer immediately changed his target and smashed the door lock.
This was a life-threatening operation for the customs inspector. If the operation failed, disaster would be imminent.
Can a customs inspector not be irritable?
After the steel door was hit several times, the door lock had not yet been opened, but a window pane was knocked off.
This is a small space usually put down by criminals to observe the outside.
This time it became an opportunity.
The customs inspector immediately stepped forward, put his hand into the window pane, and tried to twist the door lock from the inside to speed up the customs attack.
"Hold!"
Guan Li happened to walk out of the bathroom.
He saw a hand groping for the door lock, and immediately recognized it as the same hand that had just beaten him with a stick.
How long did you just fight?
How deeply you will be remembered!
Guan Li looked fierce, picked up a hammer by the door, and then raised the hammer and slammed it down on his palm.
"Bang!"
The hammer hit his palm.
"ah!"
The customs inspector let out a heartbreaking scream.
"Bang bang bang!"
Guan Li hammered three times in a row.
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 and turned around and ran, rushing all the way to the bathroom. He decided to take advantage of the angle difference and jump directly to the balcony downstairs to escape.
He had already analyzed the outline of the escape route at this critical moment when he first came to the kitchen.
There is no other way. People who are hanging around outside must know how to escape!
Moreover, after he confessed, he understood that the people who were interrogating him through torture were not his colleagues in the police force, but customs personnel.
If he falls into the hands of customs personnel, he will probably be treated like a drug dealer, and there will be only death.
Therefore, Guan Li decisively chose to escape and continue to hang out with drug dealers.
Although this is very risky, Lin Kun may be killed as a traitor, but he may also go one step further and directly penetrate the entire methamphetamine factory!
This is what the underworld is like, where risks and opportunities coexist, and you are waiting to get the upper hand before you die.
He has no choice now!
"boom!"
"boom!"
five minutes later.
Customs broke open the steel door.
"boom!"
A body fell from the sky.
Smashed to death at the bottom of the building.
The inspector saw that the scene was messy and empty, and rushed directly to the window. He looked at a corpse on the ground and the missing other people, with anger in his eyes.
"Search the scene!" The customs inspector turned around and kicked the cabinet.
A fleet of police cars was parked at the bottom of the building.
Zhou Huabiao got out of the car with his troops and ordered the police officers to seal off the scene with an angry expression. Then he strode upstairs.
…
"Xiaoliang."
"You haven't called back yet?"
At the same time, the customs office area.
Minnie opened the office door and asked a policewoman standing by the phone.
The policewoman shook her head: "Sir Liao didn't call back."
"good!"
"I see."
Minnie nodded, closed the door, returned to the office and sat down. An ominous premonition flashed through her heart, and she finally picked up the car keys and decided to go out.
…
Half an hour later.
Wan Chai, Office of the Director.
Zhuang Shikai is approving quarterly funds.
"Ding ding ding."
At this time, the office phone beside the table rang.
Zhuang Shikai closed his pen, picked up the phone and said, "Who is it?"
"Sir Zhuang."
"It's me, Zhou Huabiao." Uncle Biao stood in the building room, making a call with the drug dealer's landline.
Zhuang Shikai heard Uncle Biao's voice and immediately asked, "What's going on?"
"I captured a large number of customs officers!" Uncle Biao reported as he stared at a dozen customs officers in suits squatting in the corner and standing in a row.
"Crack!" Zhuang Shikai pressed the pen with his thumb and broke it in two.
Is there someone from customs in the kitchen?
Things are going big!
Uncle Biao added: "There is also a senior inspector from the customs blocking us downstairs."
"I'm afraid it will be inconvenient to do things."
"Didn't let her come up."
Zhuang Shikai nodded and asked coldly: "Did someone's palm get smashed?"
Uncle Biao looked around, fixed on the customs officer Liao Sir, and replied: "There is a person."
alright.
Zhuang Shikai could now fully judge what the customs people had done.
Depend on! I'll go to the customs and notify them personally! Or is it like this?
Mr. Zhuang's first feeling was that he had cheated Guan Li, and his second feeling was that he had lost face.
I heard Mr. Zhuang say sternly: "Break all their legs!"
"Bah!" Then Mr. Zhuang hung up the phone in an aura, while Uncle Biao waited for a while, slowly put down the phone, and turned to look at the customs crowd beside the wall.
Although there are many customs personnel and weapons and equipment, how can the customs defeat the police?
Zhou Huabiao had just rushed into the building with a large number of police personnel. When the two sides first met, they acted decisively and unloaded each other's guns.
Then the police acted like criminals, handcuffing the customs officers in a corner and then taking over the scene.
At this time, Uncle Biao approached the corner step by step, and the customs officers had an unknown premonition in their hearts.
The customs inspector immediately shouted: "What do you want to do!"
"Our customs is also a disciplinary force!"
"Tsk!" Uncle Biao sneered disdainfully, raised his hand and said, "Break all their legs!"
A dozen police officers who had already had a premonition and were standing nearby gearing up, each bent down to pick up some tools and gradually gathered around: "Yes, sir!"
"You dare to move!" the customs inspector yelled, and several sticks hit his legs hard.
"Ah!" the customs inspector screamed again.
Then, more than a dozen customs officers in the room huddled in the corner and screamed loudly. The scene showed a father lecturing his son. Uncle Biao was very uninterested in this, because these customs officials didn't even have the qualifications to resist. I don't know where he got the courage to offend Sir Zhuang.
"Bang!" Suddenly, a police officer broke a wooden stick, simply picked up a steel pipe again, and greeted the customs inspector fiercely.
