In the eyes of these drug dealers, the King Of Spades was a man of few words, but his presence was very strong. When he said this, it was like a basin of cold water was poured into a pot of oil. In an instant, the whole pot was about to explode.
The expressions of the old men on the left changed at the same time. "What did you say?"
The forces on the right side of the King Of Spades all stood up. "What truth?" "Boss, what the hell is going on?!"
"On October 9th last year, we were in Gongzhou City to make a transaction of 200 kilograms of goods. Ten minutes before the transaction, the location was changed from the plastics factory to the ecological park cultivation base. At the same time, the police, who originally said they were just 'putting on a show' at the plastics factory, arrived in a dozen cars. Half an hour later, there was a series of explosions at the plastics factory. "
The King Of Spades's voice wasn't loud, but when he spoke, everyone quieted down. Only his steady voice could be heard throughout the room.
"Q of Hearts betrayed me and wanted to kill me. But to be honest, it's not surprising that he wanted to do this. I just want to know one thing. "
"Who instigated him?"
The last few words were said with extra force. On the left side of the long table, a man in his fifties wearing a bright yellow Burmese sarong frowned and said, "Instigated? What do you mean by that? "
The Burmese woman in a cheongsam lowered her head and served tea. The King Of Spades lowered his head and ground the lid of the teacup. Then, he said in the slight steam:
"Wu Tun wanted to murder me."
The explosive power of these six words was several times greater than the previous one. The entire room froze and then exploded. Denials, angry rebukes, roars, and the sharp friction of the moving tables and chairs on the ground … all mixed together and shook people's eardrums to the point of buzzing.
"How is that possible? Don't talk nonsense!" The Burmese man who spoke just now was dissatisfied. "Wu Tun's health has been deteriorating for the past two years. How could he have the energy to plan this? You are simply slandering him! Where is the evidence? Where is the evidence?! "
The King Of Spades took a deep breath.
Bang!
The pistol was slammed on the table, and the loud noise made the surroundings quiet down. A 'Jie's cold gaze swept across everyone's face until a few people tried their best to hide their fear and kept quiet.
"Jiang Stops," the King Of Spades called out. "Tell them what you told me before."
Perhaps it was because Jiang Stops rarely showed any expression, but his skin was smooth and his expression was distant. At first glance, he still looked like he was in his twenties. Due to the thick winter clothing, his neck, shoulders, arms, and hands resting on his thighs were all extremely thin. His skin exuded a chilly white coldness as he sat there alone under everyone's gazes.
The Burmese man saw that the situation was not right and rushed to rebuke, "Why should his words count? Isn't he a traitor? How do we know if he's not taking advantage of the situation to stir up trouble and drag Wu Tun down with him to put the blame on us! I don't think there's a need to interrogate him. Just drag him out — "
"Jiang Stops." The King Of Spades's tone was unexpectedly gentle, but slightly heavier.
"… I was the one who told the police about the deal in October last year."
Jiang Stops's voice was very hoarse and unstable. It was probably because he was too weak to maintain his breath.
Then, under dozens of anxious, nervous, and covetous gazes, he opened his pale red lips again and said, "It was my idea. Wu Tun didn't know."
After a short silence, the boiling emotions on both sides of the long table suddenly changed. All kinds of noises and discussions suddenly broke out. This time, it was Aje who suddenly changed his expression. Even the King Of Spades was a little stunned.
"What … what's going on? What are you going to say now? " The Burmese man quickly regained his confidence. "You heard that, right? King Of Spades, what are you going to say now?!"
An old man stood up shakily and asked Jiang Stops, "Did the King Of Spades force you?"
"He forced you to identify Wu Tun, didn't he?"
...
Aje stared at the left side of the long table with a fierce look on his face. He asked in a low voice, "Big brother?"
The King Of Spades raised his hand and stopped him from speaking.
"I leaked the information to the police just to organize the 1009 operation, so that I could accumulate merits and climb up the ranks. I've been marginalized in Myanmar for a long time, and I hardly know anything about what's going on inside. So, if I want to seize more power, I can only increase my leverage in the police. That's my motive. "
Jiang Stops's narration came out one sentence after another from the noise, as if he had practiced it many times in his mind. Every word and every pause was very natural.
"This plan was my own idea. I didn't ask Wu Tun in advance, and there's no evidence to prove that he knew about it. As for the idea of murdering the young master, I never thought about it. I didn't know that he would appear in the plastic factory, and I didn't even know that he would personally participate in this operation … "
Someone on the right side of the long table asked loudly, "How could you not know that the young master was at the transaction site?!"
"I thought it was Jin Jie who escorted the bodyguards." Jiang Stops didn't hesitate. Aje's face suddenly twitched, and he said lightly, "I don't think it's a big deal to kill him."
From Aje's expression, it seemed that he was really restraining himself from swearing on the spot.
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