Police Detective

"The season of recovery, ah..."

"Ah ghost..." Sun Jie looked at Wang Liang who was a little sick: "This place is divided into four seasons? It's summer all year round."

"What do you know?" Wang Liang stretched, "My wife told me yesterday that the peach trees on the Shangjing side are all blooming."

"The spring in the north this year did come a little later, this time..."

"Four or five months," Liu Shuyuan looked to the south: "They have been in the past for half a month."

"Well, basically there are reports every day," Sun Jie looked at his watch: "They usually report the situation at night."

"I think they are interesting. We stay here and we are bored to death every day," Wang Liang grumbled.

"When I came to Mengcheng with Bai Song last year, I also said to look around here and learn more about it. Who knew we were going to be here for so long," Sun Jie sighed when he heard Wang Liang's complaint.

...

Time flies quickly, and half a year has passed since we discussed going to place x.

The arrest this time was much more troublesome than the last time. The relevant departments negotiated several times, but failed.

Yes, when encountering resistance, everyone knows that there is a problem, but no one can do it well. They can only prepare, prepare, and prepare again.

During this period, many people were a little anxious, but Bai Song and Wang Huadong were not. They have been receiving some professional training for four months.

A long time ago, Bai Song proposed the concept of "professional police", but he himself knew it was difficult to implement.

Police are different from soldiers. Soldiers need youth, good physical fitness, and prohibitions. The police often need very rich experience, which means that good policemen are older.

18 years old can be a good firefighter, but not a criminal police officer.

It is very unrealistic for older police officers to take the police job as an all-weather career regardless of family and other matters of their own. Such ideas and ideas gradually faded after Bai Song worked for a few years.

But in the past few months, Bai Song really experienced the "professional policeman" for a while, that is, studying, training, re-learning, and re-training without any distractions, with only one purpose, as a special squad, to deal with cases in place x.

Over there, there is not much official support. All that can be done is to sneak in and understand, find some internationally recognized evidence, and finally put pressure on the local area.

There are more than a thousand types of laws in the world. Gambling is legal in some places, Feiye is legal in some places, and some special services are allowed in some places. According to international law, countries have the power to make laws, but this power also has boundaries.

Crimes such as terrorism, arms smuggling, black money, and crimes against humanity are internationally recognized felony crimes and are also within the jurisdiction of icpo.

Bai Song and others went on this trip in order to obtain some evidence, and to obtain some local connections of Mimei, so as not to omit it when the time comes.

...

x ground.

A total of six people came this time, two of them are the police officers who have been here all the time, and the other two are local police officers in southern Xinjiang, all of whom have undergone rigorous training and work in teams of two.

Too many people are not conducive to hiding, and being alone is too dangerous. It is best for two people to rely on each other. Not only that, these three groups of people and each group have a very good tacit understanding of the two.

Bai Song and Wang Huadong have been here for half a month, and they have not taken a bath for a month. Both of them smelled bad. Bai Song worked very hard. He kept his hunchback state all the time, his eyes lacking energy, and his clothes were a bit of a killer to Matt, but he had been looking at it for at least a few years.

Wang Huadong is not as good as Baisong. There are several ulcers on his skin. His skin is very poor and his hair can be used as a bird's nest.

The two were together, neither disliked each other, hooked their shoulders, and entered a tavern where the local poor went.

"It's a kind of piano bar," asked the doorman at the entrance of the small restaurant. (Who are you looking for)

"Extreme Sand", Bai Song pointed inside. (Have a meal)

...

In fact, Mandarin or some dialects can be used in X, but there are still many locals who use the local language. This restaurant is relatively broken. Generally, few people like Baisong go to eat, so the doorman asked. Don't look at Bai Song in such a desperate situation, but the average Chinese would not come to such a place.

There is no menu here either. It mainly sells beer and some local liquors with alcohol content ranging from ten to sixty or seventy degrees. They have all colors, and some even have a bitter taste. What you eat is nothing but the belly, most of which are fried. As for what is fried, no one knows what it is, it looks like unrefined oil.

Bai Song's language level is not enough, but he also said that he ordered two bottles of local wine and asked for a plate of fried food. After looking around, he found the nearest table and sat down.

It was dark inside. Several people stared at Bai Song. The person at the counter was shouting something. Bai Song didn't understand. He probably understood the gesture and paid the bill.

Standing up with difficulty, Bai Song flipped through his pockets and turned over two trouser pockets. They were stained with oil, but there was no dime. Then he walked to Wang Huadong, leaned close to him, and fumbled for his pockets. , There was no money, so I touched my jacket pocket again, and took out 5 yuan and a few small denominations of currency from it, each of which was not very clean, so I stuffed it with the clerk.

The clerk is here at the counter--if this can be called a counter, I have settled the Baisong money, counted, and pulled out half of the fried things in the pot, and then fried the other things.

Bai Song ignored these, opened both bottles of wine and handed it to Wang Huadong. Then he leaned against the shiny black wall next to him, and the wine began to drink.

The eyes of other people no longer look at Bai Song, and they all know that they can't get a penny out of them...

Generally speaking, Chinese people will not be so downhearted here like Bai Song. If you really want to go back to this level, it is better to go back to jail and beg than here. If you are so successful, you still dare not go back. 80% are wanted. NS.

This is not uncommon, and everyone in the room has no interest.

But not everyone is not interested. A table next to Bai Song, holding a bowl, stood up leisurely, walked over, looked at Bai Song holding the bottle, and said, "Houma is of great kind" (put it there. ), Bai Song shook his head. He understood this sentence, and he waved his hand directly to signal the man to go away.

The man was a little swayed, but he waved to the person at the table next to him. Bai Song didn't understand him a lot. In short, he wanted to share their wine.

But this person obviously didn't have such a strong appeal, and others ignored him. He was a little angry, but he didn't want to go back.

Bai Song looked at this man's eyes, then looked at the thing hanging on his back, knowing that this was slipping away, this thing here is cheaper, but this guy has no money to buy alcohol, which is really miserable.

Seeing that he was about to start, Bai Song ignored him and let the man punch him. Following the punch, Bai Song fell directly and knocked down the broken table next to him.

The clerk who flew the stuff stopped doing it, so he kicked the one who was hitting someone and kicked it out.

Bai Song looked like a okay person, got up and continued to drink, but from beginning to end, Wang Huadong hadn't looked at Bai Song at all, and had been playing with his pus-filling wound there.

Bai Song looked around. There were a dozen people in it, mostly locals, but there was one lying in the corner, looking like a northerner. The skin on this person's face has turned purple, the eye sockets are sunken, the entire body of the skin is black, the blood vessels and muscles are inverted, it looks like this, if the nurse wants to draw blood, he has to try from the vein of the thigh.

The two of them drank wine and listened to the small talk of the people in the room. Basically, they couldn't understand a word. The dialect here is very heavy and they speak fast. Their level is still not enough.

At this time, the one lying on the ground, the phone rang, and he started to speak in a dialect, listening to a dialect like the Min-Zhe area, but Bai Song could understand it.

Simply put, let him be a donkey, he said he didn't dare, but in the end he agreed.

Bai Song knew that ~www.NovelMTL.com~ this was not what he wanted, so he didn't stare at this person at all. Even if he left here and went out, Bai Song didn't take a second look.

Coming here today, there is intelligence. Someone wants to meet here, but it's definitely not the person lying on the ground just now.

The room smells great, there are many mosquitoes, and many flies. Many of the mosquitoes here carry malaria disease. However, Bai Song and Wang Huadong were vaccinated against malaria dna before they came, so two mosquito bites are not a taboo.

At this time, the clerk brought up the fried things, Bai Song picked up one, it was very hot, and put it down again, then leaned against the wall and drank slowly.

This should be worse than horse urine. Bai Song doesn't know how this wine is blended. There may be a complete periodic table of elements in it. The taste...

got used to.

Bai Song swallowed a big mouthful of alcohol. He seemed to enjoy it. He looked outside, then looked at Wang Huadong, found the most comfortable action, just froze, and rested.