Chapter 139

Looking down from the hillside, across the gray-green woods in winter and the stream like an ice belt, the village and cooking smoke can be seen in the distance - that is the Laojia Village that Lao Zhang said, and the police can sneak in in the surrounding area. The last high-risk village.

In the past two weeks, the investigation and action team led by the Provincial Public Security Department, implemented by the Jianning City Public Security Bureau, and co-organized by the public security agencies of the counties near Yaoshan has dispatched several groups of people into the mountain, scattered in various villages to trace the traces, Visit one by one, trying to get clues about suspicious people from the local people.

Mopai visits are one of the most tedious and most important means of criminal investigation. A large number of police forces are scattered in hundreds of villages scattered in the mountains, and they conduct mechanical trekking and questioning every day. At the same time, in order to avoid attracting the attention of drug dealers, All motor vehicles are not allowed to enter the key areas, and all the journeys are on foot.

But much to everyone's anxiety, the search for underground drug factories has gone nowhere.

A few days ago, "Lao Cai", an informant under the command of the Provincial Public Security Department and a representative of the buyer's drug dealer Wang Pengfei, returned a precious clue from the drug den on the mountain: the transaction will be carried out in an underground factory. Within 60 to 80 kilometers around Yunzhong Village. This time, the scope of searching for a needle in a haystack was classified into a limited area, but the time was getting tighter and it was too late to search overnight.

Fortunately, yesterday, amid the anxious anticipation of leaders at all levels, Lao Cai once again reported the last and most important piece of information - a small bag of soil samples that Jiang Ting extracted from the tire gap of the K of Spades.

The bag of samples was urgently sent to the Forestry Research Institute for analysis. The trace test results showed different layers of soil and leaf quality, indicating that the car had driven into a redwood forest near a swamp for many times in the past two weeks. .

It is on the verge of swampy terrain, redwood forests, and 60 to 80 kilometers around Yunzhongzhai. The comprehensive topographical elements allowed the task force to successfully delineate the final area where the crime occurred. The nearby village that is most likely to provide a foothold and transit point for drug dealers is this stockade called Laojia Village.

Yan Yan personally took over the task of investigating this high-risk village.

Yan Yan finally checked everyone's communication equipment before letting them go. Lao Zhang took Ma Xiang and Han Xiaomei into the jungle along the steep slope, Yan Yan stood by the car and watched them, until the three wobbly figures completely turned into black dots the size of soybeans, and then he withdrew his gaze.

The in-vehicle communication slammed twice, and the voice of Deputy Director Wei came out: "Report the situation around the home village, report the situation around the home village. Have you arrived at the transfer point? Please answer, please answer!"

Yan Yan took off the walkie-talkie: "Okay, I heard. The two brats and Lao Zhang have already left, and they can contact us anytime if there is any situation."

Deputy Bureau Wei said angrily: "Okay, hurry up! Be careful to hide!"

Yan Yan agreed and threw the walkie-talkie back into the car.

The village is surrounded by mountains on all sides. Looking around, the mountains are stacked on top of each other, just like the Taoyuan in Shu, which is said to be isolated from the world in ancient times.

However, everyone knows at this moment how many sins and life-and-death crises are hidden in this "Peach Garden".

Before Yan Yan left Jianning, he was blocked by almost everyone. Even Bureau Lu talked to him a few times, trying to persuade him to quit this extra-large anti-drug operation. No one knew about it, but Bureau Lu knew very well that he was desperately thinking about it. What is the motivation to go to the front line, he simply said it very clearly: Jiang Ting risked his life to embark on this road with almost no return, not only for revenge, but also for the people he loves to have peace of mind in the back. . If something happened to Yan Xuan on the front line, how did the organization talk to Jiang Ting?

I'm sorry, you were lying in ambush at the enemy, and we sent your items to the front to kill you in the rear?

What's more, Yan Xun is the only son of his family. Don't look at the Yan family's usual attitude of donating this waste son to the country, but if there is any accident, his father will not be able to rush into the gate of the provincial party committee with a rope. To hang yourself?

Not only Bureau Lu persuaded him, but even Liu Ting called to persuade him. Several parties took turns to bomb, but Yan Yan was like a rock, pulling him to death without turning back. At the end of the fight, it was Ms. Zeng Cuicui who came forward and made a final decision: "Only a thousand-day thief can't prevent a thousand-day thief. Since you said that the drug dealer wants to kill him, let Yan Yan first try to force the drug dealer to death, this is not the case. Is it finished?"

"Let him go," Ms. Zeng Cuicui said to Liu Ting. "My son won't have any prospects, and he won't be scared to hide at home by criminal traffickers. He's not that bad!"

At this point, Yan Yan was finally allowed to catch up with the first police car from Jianning to Yaoshan.

Yan Yan looked around the mountains, it was so quiet that he didn't even hear the sound of birds. He lit a cigarette, looked at the peak of the snow-covered peak in the distance, and narrowed his eyes——

No matter whether the front is crushed or not, you will be shattered when you take one step; all sin and hatred will end in your hands and mine.

I'm here to pick you up, Jiang Ting.

"Fifty bucks, take 50 bucks away... If you don't hit, you'll get 55 from the last time someone from the county! Selling you at 50 is our New Year's holiday, and next year we will go up the mountain to collect wood..."

"If you don't sell it, you won't sell it! You won't hit fifty!" Lao Zhang put his hands in his sleeves and greeted Ma Xiang angrily: "If you don't buy from them, let's go!"

Ma Xiang stepped on his faux leather shoes that creaked as soon as he walked, Han Xiaomei carried her small leather bag co-produced by LV Chanel, followed Lao Zhang out of the courtyard amidst the angry pooh of the villagers, and was almost caught by a big white goose. a somersault.

"Come back! Come back!" The villagers really changed their minds: "Forty-eight is forty-eight! Oops! How expensive is this mushroom!"

Lao Zhang glanced, and saw Ma Xiang nodded slightly, so he passed through the kindness, and complained in the dialect of the villagers' uncle's humming dialect.

"Do you lie to me, which one of the people who come back to the county will receive fifty -five? Can someone come here?"

"How can there be no one? How can there be no one?"

Lao Zhang was covered with saliva countless banknote: "When did it happen?"

"Just two months ago!"

Han Xiaomei was unintentionally slipped out under the cover of Ma Xiang, hiding around the courtyard for two laps, lying on the rear window and watching. Lao Zhang blocked the uncle in the front house, and seemed to inadvertently inadvertently inadvertently inadvertently: "Can you come here?

"You are so nonsense!" The uncle was anxious, and a string of dialects popped out. Ma Xiang could hear the misty water, so he had to stand on the side to pretend to be a high -cold boss. Two sentences.

Han Xiaomei slipped back in a few hectares, so he was so gray, and he shook his head at Ma Xiang.

"Go!" Lao Zhang was no longer entangled, pointing at the piles of dark mountain bacteria at the corner of the corner, "Come here in the afternoon, give me a good!"

The villagers did a business, and they were so happy that they agreed.

"I don't know this family." When I was out of the courtyard, Lao Zhang finally explained to Ma Xiang what the dialect dialogue meant: "As the first two said, some people often come to them to collect mountain cargo and wood, but in winter Afterwards, there will be no outsiders. In the past two months, he has never seen strangers in the village, and he has never seen him suspiciously, and there is no clue at all. "

"What about the villagers who entered the mountains? Is there a trace of watching vehicles nearby?"

Lao Zhang shook his head and pointed to the towering mountains behind the village: "The weather is cold, they will no longer enter the mountain! Otherwise, it is easy to encounter danger!"

Ma Xiang was a bit helpless and asked Han Xiaomei: "What are you?"

"There are no passages, equipment or closed secret rooms near the back house. The only transportation tool is a tricycle, there are no other motor vehicles, and there are no suspicious facilities such as ventilation equipment or cement pools." Compared to Lao Zhang : "In short, it seems that the doubts of this family are not much."

Ma Xiang nodded.

"Hey," Lao Zhang couldn't help asking: "The police officer in your city can see if there is any doubt about this family?"

"The family does not make poison, and you can see it at a glance. Needless to say, the chemical synthesis, even the simplest 'kitchen drugs' methamphetamine, requires homemade reactors, filtering For equipment such as tube, dehydrator, and in order to deodorize and discharge waste and explosion -proof fire, strong ventilation facilities and cement ponds are indispensable, otherwise the smell of ammonia can float far away. Like the anti -drug detachment in our bureau, Regularly track the flow of some specific equipment suppliers, this is still our Qin- "

Ma Xiang's explanation did not speak for two seconds, and then smiled: "In short, if you do n’t know if you do n’t know how to do it, you ca n’t escape.”

Lao Zhang seemed to understand but nodded with envy: "You really understand."

"Well, is there anyone at the east of the village?" Han Xiaomei deliberately cut off the topic and laughed: "Come on, let's go there to ask!" Move forward.

Ma Xiang raised his eyebrows, and pressed the sourness of his heart with his tingling pain, and also cheered up his spirit.

East of the Hou Mountain in the village of hostel, two kilometers in the mountains.

A steep mountain wall separates the village from the mountain road, and the top boulder looks like a chessboard, standing under the sky. The dense forest layers of the blue ash and the yellow are overlapping, covering most of the sky in sight, but only seeing flying birds passing by, and disappearing in the forest.

"Tomorrow Wang Pengfei takes people up the mountain, and let them follow the route we just opened, follow the logo to the peak of the game, and change two people on the road to pick it up." The thin line, then clicked: "Based on the speed of the car and horse side of Wang Pengfei, it should be up at this position at the latest, so the first batch of people start at this position at 8:30."

The two darts on the side were around, and each paid close attention to the map in Jiang, and saw that his pen tip moved on the line:

"Wang Pengfei is not an honest person. In order to prevent him from doing it on the road, the first batch of people who took him all chose to use the brothers who did not know where the trading location was and had not entered the factory building. After that, the second group of people replaced the first group of people to change the way. According to the meaning of Wen Yan, the second group of brothers came to bring Qin Chuan. "

Jiang Pu's red pen and the map of the map focused on a circle.

"After Qin Chuan led the second batch of brothers to pick up Wang Pengfei, Wen Yan would send him the latitude and longitude of the trading location, and it should be near the factory building. When then, check the deposit of Wang Pengfei. Just take it. Are there any questions? "

Both of them signaled no.

Jiang Ting raised his eyebrows inquiringly, and saw that under a towering ancient tree on the edge of the cliff, the head of the bodyguard, nicknamed "Ghost Sees Sorrow" and whose real name was Gong Achi on the wanted list, also shook his head without saying a word.

"Okay, that's for now, let's talk to your boss." Jiang Ting put away the map and said briefly, "Go back."

He turned and walked up the mountain, Gong Achi winked, and the two men immediately followed.

No matter where Jiang Ting went in the past few days, Gong Achi followed him every step of the way, and even stayed outside the kennel when he went to the toilet—this should be the order of the king of spades, and Ajie probably told him secretly several times.

However, Jiang Ting is the kind of person who doesn't show his face no matter how stressful the environment is. He eats and sleeps. Occasionally the king of spades tells him what to do, and he takes Gong Achi without hesitation. Ye Ling also poured water in front of the other party when he went to the toilet, and there was a strange sense of harmony.

"I reported it to the boss just now, and the boss agrees with your plan." Gong Achi took two steps forward, helped Jiang Ting through a dense bush, and said respectfully and coldly: "Also, the boss let us go first. The 'transit station' is resting, and we may have to pick up a shipment later."

Pick up?

Jiang Ting snorted unexpectedly, "Let me?"

——K of Spades' attitude towards Jiang Ting is quite complicated. On the one hand, this task of preparing personnel will be handed over to him, on the other hand, he is never allowed to directly contact any "white goods" or "blue goods", even Even chemical raw materials were completely excluded from Jiang Ting's sight. Such a matter of picking up the goods is directly handed over to him, which has never happened before.

Gong Achi didn't understand either, so he only increased his tone: "Yes, that's what the boss said."

Jiang Ting nodded without saying a word, and was supported across the thorns before he raised his chin forward and said, "Let's go then."

Gong Achi waved back and whispered to Ma Zai, "Go to my home village."

The jeep climbed over the Chess Peak all the way, through the bumpy dirt road, and the distant and sparse villages under the hillside were just around the corner. Gong Achi is more sophisticated, and asked his subordinates to park the car a few hundred meters away from the head of the village, and then helped Jiang Ting to walk to the "transit station" they used to - a three-story residential building at the east end of the village. .

Jiang Ting was here for the first time, Gong Achi motioned him to stand outside the backyard and waited, and went in and knocked on the door. After a while, I saw a woman with a big shoulders and a round waist hurriedly walked out of the kitchen, walked through the backyard to open the door, and couldn't help but probe towards Jiang Ting with a puzzled look.

"@#￥%#!..." Gong Achi reprimanded in a low voice in dialect, making the woman nod her head in fright, and immediately gestured respectfully to Jiang Stop to invite him in.

Jiang Ting was used to being treated like this, without any expression on his face, he led him straight into the backyard.

The woman led the way and entered the back room of the concrete building through the small door of the stove. It was a small hall, decorated with self-built houses in standard small towns. There were eight immortals tables and sofa chairs, and the windows were clean. Several wooden boxes were placed against the wall, and each box was scribbled with markers. With a triangular sign - Jiang Ting recognized what it was at a glance.

Ice meth.

"Is it safe here?" Jiang Ting casually sat on the sofa, took the hot water from the horse, and asked casually.

"Safety, brothers used to ship goods and often go from here." Gong Achi opened the curtains and looked outside the house, asking the woman, "Where is your man?"

The woman rubbed her hands cautiously: "Someone from home, talk in front!"

"What, someone coming?!" Gong Achi's expression changed, and he immediately became vigilant: "Who is there at this joint?!"

"No, I don't know, the county is here to collect medicinal herbs!"

Jiang Ting, who was sitting beside him, frowned, "Collecting herbs?"

On the other hand, Gong Achi was relieved to hear what she said, and explained: "My village is backed by the mountains, and people often come to collect the mountain goods. It doesn't matter." Then he instructed the woman: "When the people leave, call your old man in, the boss has The goods need to be picked up. You go to fry a few dishes, boil porridge and hot water, this damn weather is fucking cold."

The woman hurriedly agreed and went out on tiptoe.

The two horses sat down to rest and began to puff. Jiang Ting didn't ask any more questions. He leaned on the sofa and took sips of hot water. His cheeks were frozen white, and the water vapor condensed his eyelashes, making them extremely black.

Gong Achi looked at the boxes of goods by the wall, lowered his head and lit a cigarette for a while, then looked at Jiang Zing sideways.

He has killed several people in his life, and the wanted bounty for him in his hometown can be half a meter high, and he has been nicknamed "Gui Jianshou" in Jianghu. He once thought that he could be considered a ruthless gangster, but he was not convinced until he met the king of spades. Since then, he knew the difference between the gangster and the drug lord.

But he didn't understand why the quiet and delicate young man in front of him would make the King of Spades so scruples.

—— Yes, scruples.

Blint K didn't kill him, but he didn't trust him, and he had to guard against him everywhere. Just like holding a hot potato, can't get it up nor to put it down, but want to be soft and charm.

why?

But it was a scholar who died casually.

"I have something on my face?" Jiang stopped raising his head, and suddenly said slightly.

Gong Achi was stunned: "——" Nothing. "

He smoked a sip of cigarettes, stood up and stomped his feet, and said dullly: "I go outside and turn around." Speaking of pushing the door to lift the curtain, but he stood up without thinking about Jiang Po: "I'm going too."

"you……"

"I haven't been here, I don't know if it is safe to pick up the goods." Jiang Pu was always calm and could not be beak, and said, "Let's go."

Gong Achi had to lift the curtain for him.

At the same time, the front hall.

"The boss in these two counties said that in the future, you can pick up mushrooms on a regular basis. If you enter the mountain now, you will receive as much as you can collect, give this price -forty -eight!"

Lao Yang squatted face to face with a local fifty -year -old man. Ma Xiang sat on the chair of the house and drank water. He blocked his face through the enamel cup and said in a low voice: "This village's head is quite rich."

Han Xiaomei stole her eyes and nodded her mouth.

The village chief lives in the village, and there are endless mountains. Not far away, a mountain peak rises, and the top is like a chessboard, blocking the village's road to the outside world.

This is the only three -story cement building in the village. From the outside, you can see aluminum alloy plastic steel windows and drainage pipes. The middle wall of the hall is wiped with latex paint and floor tiles are laid under your feet. Building a small villa is not bad. The villagers said that it was because the village chief's son graduated from college last year and made money in the city -but Ma Xiang observed such a rough observation after entering the house. The salary was not enough to build such a cement building in my hometown.

Ma Xiang watched, Han Xiaomei nodded and suddenly stood up in panic: "Oh, why is my key gone!"

The village chief was in a lack of bargaining with Lao Zhang, and both of them looked at them.

"Why are you so careless!" Ma Xiang was also anxious. He jumped up and took a picture of Han Xiaomei: "Don't hurry to find it, where did you throw it?" Where did you lose it? "

Han Xiaomei cried: "How do I know, what are you hitting me! What are you hitting me!"

Ma Xiang was unwilling, and the village chief got up to persuade. Han Xiaomei couldn't find her whole body up and down, and she shot her thighs: "I definitely fall out!"

"Go to find it yet!"

Han Xiaomei rushed out of the house without having to yell for the second time.

The village chief seemed to be afraid that they were walking around in their own house. They reached out and stopped but didn't stop. They quickly followed the door with a few steps. saw that Han Xiaomei had rushed out of the front yard. Go in the distance.

The village chief watched her go farther and farther, and it seemed that she had no intention of going back into the yard. Then she took a little bit, and she was beckoning with her neck and shouted: "Hey, hey!"

His mother -in -law -just now the man's high -horse woman rushed in a spatula, and talked to the front house at the same time as he whispered: "Hurry up, the ghost brother is here, and the backyard is waiting for you! "

The village chief was surprised: "What?"

"I also brought a good brother, and said that it was specified by the big boss, come to pick up the goods!"

The village head immediately turned back to the house: "Okay, then I hurry -you go to burn two dishes first, and I will send these melons and go."

Han Xiaomei walked forward along the rough sand and stone roads, and at the same time secretly turned back to look back. I saw the village chief turned into the front yard and immediately turned around. On the wall, "Hey!" Turned the wall.

In the self-built houses of rural people, the stoves are mostly built with a chimney outside the house. At this time, it was not yet time to prepare lunch, but there was a clanging noise in the stove, and Han Xiaomei sneaked in from the window lattice with her waist down, and saw that the village chief and his daughter-in-law were in full swing. Busy on the stove.

"..." Han Xiaomei frowned, slipped into the backyard against the wall, and saw a large bundle of firewood piled outside the firewood room.

She didn't pay attention at first, and was about to go to the back room. But after taking two steps, he suddenly stopped again, looking back at the pile of firewood that was almost piled up into a hill.

——The firewood house is not small, why is there so much wood piled up outside?

Han Xiaomei narrowed her eyes thoughtfully, and suddenly remembered what Yan Xun said in the car:

"Village drug production and dealers, or acting as a transit station for drug dealers, is much better to search than hiding drug production in urban residential areas. Because there are only single houses in the countryside, it is unlikely to hide equipment and equipment. All such places are the focus of investigation; when we used to encircle and suppress the whole village to produce drugs, almost every production line was built in the backyard, which is one of the important characteristics of drug production workshops in rural areas.”

Firewood?

Most of Han Xiaomei huddled under the eaves, looking to the left and right, the yard was empty with the cold wind whistling, only the sizzling sound from the stove, and not a single dog was seen.

After she made up her mind, she scurried across the courtyard to the firewood room, stepped on the firewood flexibly and climbed up to the window, gently pushing the hidden wooden window open a crack.

With this action, the dim workshop lit up slightly, reflecting the messy piles of dehydration equipment, distillation equipment, the metal round pot on the corner table, and the bottles and jars—

And boxes of very familiar chemical raw material barrels.

Han Xiaomei's heart was beating wildly, and she covered her mouth!

"..."

After a whole breath of breath, she finally forced herself to let go of her cold fingers little by little, climbed down from the wood stack with weak hands and feet, and clenched her teeth with all her might, so that she would not make any sound.

The cooking in the kitchen continued, and in the empty backyard, no one could hear her footsteps lighter than a cat.

Han Xiaomei leaned against the wall, bowed under the windowsill, and ran to the front room.

——What Han Xiaomei didn’t see was that at the moment when her back disappeared, a man with a scar on his neck and a green skin headed from the corner of the concrete building, his face so cold and terrifying—it was Gong Achi.

"Fuck!" It was not until then that the head of Ma Zai finally couldn't help but blurt out: "This family is fucking dead, and I don't know if I have come to the door! F*ck!!"

"What now?" Jiang Ting asked.

Jiang Ting was wearing a black jacket and jeans, with his hands in his trouser pockets, and he was completely hidden in a blind spot full of debris. Neither of them said a word, but Gong Achi gnashed his teeth and rolled his eyes. After a few seconds, his heart sank: "I can't let Tiaozi spread the news, I have to kill that little girl. I'm going to find someone to do it. , you help me-"

"I can't meet the police." Jiang Ting interrupted him and said, "That girl is my former colleague. I'm afraid I won't be able to do it."

These words were very candid, and Gong Achi was taken aback for a moment.

"She appears here, which means that this transfer point has been targeted, and Wang Pengfei can't leave Qiju Peak tomorrow. In this way, you go to inform his male master first, and secretly lock the yard to prevent the police from running away. I'll go. Take your two subordinates to prepare to evacuate. When you come over, we will report to Wen Shao together, and let him send additional staff to deal with the police, otherwise you will probably leak the news if you act rashly."

Gong Achi hesitated for a few seconds, "But..."

"You have questions about my decision?"

There is no doubt, Jiang Ting's arrangement is completely thoughtful and meticulous. But Gong Achi firmly remembered Ajie's instructions, and at all times must be 200% vigilant, protected and concerned about the "Red Queen" in front of him, so he subconsciously said: "The time is urgent, I think Not as I said..."

Jiang Ting said, "If you question my arrangement, why don't we contact Wen Shao first to make it clear whether we should listen to you or me when we encounter things outside, and if something goes wrong, it's me or you who is responsible."

Who is responsible?

...does this even need to be asked? !

Gong Achi's body jolted, and his brain reacted as if cold water had been poured: "...Okay, I understand, just do as you said!"

Jiang Ting nodded calmly, only to see Gong Achi no longer hesitate and strode towards the kitchen.

"If you think about it again, fifty is really too many. My two bosses must come to receive the goods often..."

- Bang!

The front door was pushed open, and Lao Zhang was holding out his hand to light a cigarette for the village chief, and several people turned their heads to look at him at the same time. saw Han Xiaomei standing at the door, holding a bunch of keys tightly in her hand, and then forced a stiff smile at Ma Xiang:

"Find... found it."

Ma Xiang's eyes changed instantly: "Really found it?"

Han Xiaomei's chest heaved slightly, she lifted the key and shook it.

"If you find it, just find it," Lao Zhang hurriedly covered up the situation: "You have a lot of odds and ends in the city, be careful, or you won't be able to find it back if you drop it!"

Han Xiaomei returned to the sofa and nodded slightly to Ma Xiang's inquiring eyes. The latter's occlusal muscles tightened immediately, but there was no sign of it on the surface. He only took out his mobile phone from under his clothes, and quickly sent out a positioning information through the cover of Han Xiaomei's body:

[Find the 'key', hurry up, hurry up. 】

The recipient is Deputy Bureau Yan Xunwei, and the information has been sent successfully.

With a slight movement of his wrist, Ma Xiang hid the phone back under his clothes.

back room.

Jiang Ting opened the curtain and the two bodyguards raised their heads at the same time, only to see his face grim: "The police are here."

"what? What?!"

"Where's the ghost?!"

"In the front, we must withdraw immediately." Jiang Ting instructed the shorter subordinate on the left: "You locals are familiar with the road, now go out and see if the outside is surrounded by the police, be careful not to be discovered. Come back at a glance."

The subordinate had already turned pale with fright, and rushed out of the door without thinking.

"You," Jiang Ting turned to the sturdy bodyguard on the right: "Come with me and move these boxes of goods into the woodshed and hide them, hurry up! We're running out of time!"

How could the bodyguard let Jiang Ting carry the goods himself, let alone such a heavy wooden box, he couldn't move it, so he hurried forward to take over. At this moment, he heard a "Bang!", and sure enough, Jiang Ting accidentally dropped the box on the ground, the wooden cover was forced open, and the drugs wrapped in thick newspapers fell out.

"I'll come, I'll come," the bodyguard hurriedly squatted down to pick it up, sweating profusely, thinking that this master is really just like what Brother Gui said in private, and he wants to show his ability even if he can't do anything. Are you making trouble here?

Jiang Ting knew what he was muttering, and stood up silently, reaching into his waist and holding a cold dagger handle.

"How much is this box?"

The bodyguard was in a hurry: "Two kilograms!"

"So little?" Jiang Ting asked casually.

"Look more, pack less!"

"Why don't you dress up more?"

The bodyguard said how do I know, that's what the boss ordered, why don't you ask the boss yourself?

But no one could ignore Jiang Ting's questioning, so he had to quickly stuff the drugs back into the wooden box, while swallowing his voice: "Back then, Brother Jie ordered us to do this, and put some soybeans and rice in the box, so that it can be loaded into the car and passed the security check. We can't say the specific reasons, or you can ask yourself—"

The voice stopped abruptly, and the bodyguard's eyes bulged.

Jiang Ting stood behind him, holding his mouth tightly with one hand, and the sharp dagger silently wiped his throat.

A large stream of blood spurted out, splashing half of the wall, turning the gray-white drug packaging bag scarlet.The bodyguard's whole body twitched, and there was a constant gurgling sound of blood bubbles bursting in his throat, but Jiang Ting's strong hand pressed them back firmly, and he couldn't make any movement.

After more than ten seconds, the bodyguard's leg kicked a few times, and the dying struggle abruptly ended.

Jiang Ting let go, and the corpse fell to the ground, eyes wide open, and he didn't understand why he was suddenly taken down.

Jiang Ting's palm was covered in blood, he took out a rag from the table and wiped it, then threw the dirty towel on the corpse.

His expression was indifferent, his eyelashes drooping, as if he had just thrown away an irrelevant piece of garbage.At this moment, messy footsteps came from outside the door, and soon from far to near, Jiang Ting tilted his head while holding the knife—

The bodyguard who went out to inquire about the situation just now returned.