Brother Liao sneered. 'These black eggs …'
Most Chinese restaurants did pay attention to harmony and rarely went head-to-head with the black eggs.
When the Koreans were bullied, some tolerated it, while others took out guns. After a few incidents, the black eggs became more honest.
To put it bluntly, they were a bunch of lazy, bullied the weak, and feared the strong.
The more you tolerated, the more they would bully you.
"Brother Liao, the rice is ready." Xiao Lei carried a plate and placed a steaming bowl of rice on the table.
Brother Liao said in English, "Sit."
"Brother Liao, why are you suddenly speaking English?"
"You're speaking English now too."
Although he didn't understand the reason, Xiao Lei still replied, "Okay, you're the boss."
Brother Liao stirred the rice with a spoon. "How's the business these days?"
"Not bad. We're making money."
"Did you deposit it in the account on time?"
"Yes."
"I need money recently. Come with me to the bank later to withdraw tens of thousands."
Xiao Lei looked confused. "Brother Liao, why are you withdrawing so much money all of a sudden?"
"Don't ask. I need it urgently. I'll leave it in the restaurant tonight. I'll come and get it tomorrow morning."
"Is it safe to leave the money in the restaurant?"
Brother Liao ate a mouthful of rice. "Leave someone here to watch. It's only for one night anyway. It should be fine."
Xiao Lei nodded. "I don't trust anyone else. I'll stay in the restaurant tonight."
Brother Liao patted his arm. "Go do your work."
Xiao Lei got up. "There's soup in the pot. I'll get you a bowl later."
"Okay." Brother Liao replied and continued to eat.
The black foreigner with the gold chain gave his partner a look and then pouted at Brother Liao.
The black foreigner with the dirty braid grinned and ate a large piece of braised pork.
After the two black men finished eating, the black man with the gold chain walked to Brother Liao and patted him on the shoulder. "Hey, man, is this restaurant yours?"
Brother Liao looked up at him. "Yeah."
"Look, the food in this restaurant is good. My brother likes it. We'll come here often."
“thanks”
The black man with the gold chain clenched his fist and patted his chest. "I'll protect you. You know this is my territory."
"Yeah, thanks."
The dark-skinned foreigner with a gold chain made a fist bump gesture and whistled at the waitress. Then, he walked out of the shop with another foreigner with his arm around his shoulder. He had no intention of paying at all.
After exiting the restaurant, the two of them bumped fists and burst out laughing, as if they were mocking the restaurant …
On the other side of the Pacific.
In the office of the Captain of the Municipal Criminal Investigation Brigade in the Public Security Bureau of Qingdao.
Ding Xifeng sat behind his desk. The desk was filled with files of various cases. At the top of the pile was Project 131.
After understanding the situation of the case, Ding Xifeng immediately reported to his superiors. The leaders of the Municipal Bureau attached great importance to this case and immediately called for an emergency meeting. Several important leaders participated in the meeting.
Ding Xifeng had attached great importance to this case from the beginning. Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked Ma Jingbo to set up a joint task force. However, the importance of this case had once again exceeded his expectations.
"Knock, knock." A series of knocks came from outside.
Ding Xifeng put on his mask and said, "Come in."
"Creak …" The door creaked, and Ma Jingbo walked in.
"Captain."
Ding Xifeng pointed to the sofa next to him. "Have a seat."
Ding Xifeng leaned on the table. "This case is well done. Several leaders of the Municipal Bureau think highly of you. You're one step closer to the title of Deputy Captain."
"Hehe." Ma Jingbo smiled. "Captain, how are we going to handle this case next? Are we still going to investigate Song Xinhai?"
"Humph."
Ding Xifeng sighed. "Song Xinhai is an outsider. Most of his previous activities were in other places. His superiors are most likely not in Qingdao. This case is beyond the jurisdiction of the Qingdao Public Security Bureau. It's very difficult to investigate, and it's very difficult to do so. Therefore, the leaders have decided to transfer the Project 131 case to the Provincial Criminal Investigation Team."
Ma Jingbo nodded. It was very difficult to investigate the donors and intermediaries at the bottom of this organization. The higher the investigation, the more difficult it would be. Once they were out of Qingdao, they didn't even have independent law enforcement authority. They had to ask the local police for help.
This was also the purpose of setting up a higher-level criminal investigation team. There were two main criteria for cases that were transferred to the Municipal Bureau. One was the difficulty of the case, and the other was the scope of the case.
If it was a series of cases that were scattered, the crime scenes were not in the same district or county. It would be difficult to cross the district to enforce the law. At this time, the district would transfer the case to the Municipal Bureau. The Municipal Criminal Investigation Team had the authority to enforce the law in the entire Qingdao.
The Project 131 case was only the tip of the iceberg. According to Yang Zhichao, there was more than one donor intermediary. There were other donors and intermediaries in other places. The higher-level recipient intermediary had a wider reach.
According to Ma Jingbo's estimation, the case had exceeded the scope of Luzhou Province. The case might spread to many provinces and cities in the country. It would be very difficult to investigate, collect evidence, and interrogate. This was far beyond the jurisdiction of the Municipal Criminal Investigation Team.
There was no other way but to transfer it to the higher-ups.
Ma Jingbo could understand, so he didn't say anything more.
Moreover, from the looks of Song Xinhai and Yang Zhichao, this organization was very strict. Ma Jingbo wasn't sure if he could bite through it.
If he didn't bite through the bones and ended up breaking his teeth, then it would be a loss.
Ding Xifeng changed the topic. "How do you feel about working with Han Bin this time?"
"The young man is not bad. He's very capable. It's a pity to stay in the district."
Ding Xifeng asked, "I want to transfer him to the Municipal Bureau's Criminal Investigation Team. What do you think?"
"Okay, let's just transfer him to our second platoon. I get along well with this young man. I can take care of him," Ma Jingbo said quickly.
Han Bin joining the second platoon was equivalent to having another general. He would have less to worry about.
During his time in the Yuhua District, Ma Jingbo could see that although Zeng Ping was the platoon leader, he was only in charge of the case. The case was completely led by Han Bin. That platoon leader was very easy to handle.
Thinking about it, who wouldn't want to be easy with a strong case-solving subordinate?
"This Han Bin is also a talent. He's also quite important in the Yuhua District. Are they willing to let him go?" Ma Jingbo asked.
Ding Xifeng opened the window and looked at the street in the distance. "There have been a few difficult cases in Qingdao recently. The Municipal Bureau's Criminal Investigation Team also needs some elite soldiers. I believe that the leaders of the Municipal Bureau will also have this idea. As long as the leaders of the Municipal Bureau agree, this matter won't be difficult. After all, the Municipal Bureau's Criminal Investigation Team is the face of Qingdao's public security."
"Okay, you can go back to work. Just have a plan in mind. Organize the case file of case 131 as soon as possible."
"Yes."
…
On the other side of the Pacific Ocean.
Ten o 'clock at night.
Near the Chinese restaurant on Hickle Street.
At this time, the Chinese restaurant was already closed. Unlike in China, the public security was worse at night. Especially Chinese restaurants, they usually closed earlier.
The back door of the restaurant was in a small alley. The light was a little dim. Two black figures walked over, as if showing a mouthful of white teeth out of thin air. "Hey, Tony, are we really going to do this?"
"Oh, Man, what are you afraid of? We have guns, and those Chinese are like lambs. Do you understand? "Tony patted the gun on his waist, looking relaxed.
"Yeah, I know, but …"
"Wow, what are you hesitating for? Let me hear it, my brother."
The man with the dreadlocks licked his thick lips. "Yeah, I heard from the Chinese boss that he might keep people in the restaurant at night."
"Oh my god, are you afraid? My brother, you're actually afraid of the Chinese. Look at the gun you're about to use, it's patting your chest. Tell me, are you afraid?"
The man with the dreadlocks suddenly raised his voice. "No, I'm not afraid. I just don't want to hurt others. You know what I mean."
"Okay, no one wants to hurt others. I'm not a perverted killer, but we need money. Only with money can we have girls. Hey, I remember you like girls with big butts. Hmm. "
"Yeah, I like that …" The man with the dreadlocks looked excited and even made an indecent gesture.
"Okay, Man, we're brothers. Hmm." Tony raised his fist.
"Of course." The man with the dreadlocks bumped fists with Tony.
The two of them walked to the back door of the Chinese restaurant, took out their pistols, and looked around vigilantly.
Under Tony's signal, the man with the dreadlocks pulled the door. "Tony, I can't open it. It's locked."
"F * ck, don't call me by my name. Okay, Man."
The man with the dreadlocks spread his hands. "What do we do now?"
Tony pushed him away. "Let me do it. I can open this door, but I want 60%."
"Okay." The man with the dreadlocks shrugged.
Tony took the lockpicking tool and began to fiddle with the lock. The man with the dreadlocks took out his phone to illuminate him.
Tony was not very professional. After fiddling with the door for a few minutes, the door still did not open.
"F * ck, Tony, can you do it?"
"Shut your mouth, it's going to be okay soon." Tony scolded.
A few minutes later, the door was opened from the outside with a "click" sound from the lock.
Tony scolded softly, "F * ck, I said I can do it."
"Yeah, hurry up. The police will be here soon." The man with the dreadlocks was worried.
"Don't worry, I'm familiar with this area. There are very few police patrolling."
The man with the dreadlocks took a deep breath. "We'll leave as long as we get the money. Okay."
Tony patted him on the shoulder, and the two of them walked in from the back of the restaurant.
"Tony, this is my first time behind a restaurant. How do we get there? Where do you think they'll hide the money? "
"Go straight. Let's go to the counter first. If it's really tens of thousands of dollars like that Chinese boss said, we'll be rich." Tony bared his white teeth and looked excited.
"No, don't turn on the light on your phone."
The two of them walked into the restaurant in the dark and found the counter.
Tony licked his black lips and put the pistol on the counter. "Keep an eye on it, I'll find it."
"Okay, hurry up." The man with the dreadlocks took a deep breath and held the gun with both hands, looking a little nervous.
Suddenly, a figure flashed on the right side of the restaurant, followed by a voice. "Hello, welcome!"
"F * ck!" The two black-skinned men were shocked. They picked up their pistols and fired at the figure on the right.
Bang, bang, bang …
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