The Underworld Detective

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After I was punctured, the guy's psychological defense quickly collapsed, but he repeated the sentence stubbornly: "I don't know anything!"

Huang Xiaotao issued his certificate and said, "I know you are afraid of getting burned. Now our only police can help you. I hope you cooperate."

The boy raised his tearful eyes: "After I say that, can you protect me?"

Huang Xiaotao nodded: "No problem!"

The guy looked around and said, "I don't want to say here, go to the police station first!"

Officer Liang left a few people to clean up the scene, and then returned to the police station with us. This guy witnessed the master being shot dead last night. Today, he didn't dare to go home and didn't eat any day. We bought him pork chop rice and mineral water, and he immediately ate it up.

Eating and eating, he burst into tears and said, "I had advised my Master not to deal with those dangerous people, but he just didn't listen."

I exchanged clues with Huang Xiaotao, and the clues I was looking for finally appeared in front of us. We couldn't help but be excited. I comforted: "Don't worry, speak slowly."

He said that Lao Jin was a very famous tattoo artist in the area 20 years ago, and his personality was also notoriously lonely. He worshipped Lao Jin when he was a child. After leaving school in high school, he always asked Lao Jin to accept himself as an apprentice, but Lao Jin But he refused, so he often came to visit with a gift on his face.

Until the previous year, Lao Jin suddenly said loosely that he was willing to accept the apprentice. He was very excited. Later, he learned that Lao Jin had Parkinson. For the tattoo artist, this is equal to the end of his career. The craftsmanship continues ...

After that, Lao Jin taught each other, and he was learning like a sponge to absorb water. He had learned something less than half a year. However, Lao Jin did not let him go. He is a man of goodwill and is willing to work here for a few years. Lao Jin has no children, so he should take care of him and wait for his death.

While working here, he noticed a strange thing. The store had almost no business and was only supported by some regular customers. Sometimes the income in January was not enough to pay the rent and utilities.

He advised Master to move the shop to the downtown area and re-promote it. This is not the time when the wine is not afraid of the alleys. No matter how sophisticated the technique is, no one will want it without marketing.

But Lao Jin is like a stone in that pit, it is smelly and hard, he doesn't want to change anything, he still keeps this shop!

Last June, four fierce-looking guys came to the store and threw a pocket of money directly, his eyes were straight. Then Lao Jin asked him to make a pattern for the four guests, a strange pattern he had never patterned, half snake and half dragon.

After four tattoos all day long, the four left without saying anything, so he dared to ask Lao Jin: "Is this a triad?"

Lao Jin shook his head and said, "I don't know their identity. Xiao Jin, you have to remember that this shop can't move anyway in the future. But if you meet people who want to use this pattern, don't talk. I have a word with these people. "

He couldn't help asking why, Lao Jin explained that this group of people came to the house 20 years ago and asked him to draw this pattern, which brings several people each year, and it must not be revealed to the outside world!

Although Lao Jin never asked, he also kept his eyes open. During several street shootings that caused a sensation in Macao, people with this pattern died at the scene. He guessed that the group might be a mysterious organization. member.

Last night, a strangely dressed man found Lao Jin and brought a bunch of people with him. At that time, he was buying a late-night snack for Master. As soon as he walked to the shop, he saw the strange man pointing a gun at Lao Jin's head.

He hid in the alley and waited for a few hours before he dared to go back. Seeing that the master had fallen into a pool of blood, he did not dare to enter, fearing to leave evidence against himself; he did not dare to call the police because he was afraid of being involved in.

He walked around that shop until we showed up and told us about it.

After listening, the guy was sobbing, I patted him on the shoulder: "You stay here, I will arrange someone to protect you later."

The guy kept saying, "Thank you! Thank you!"

I asked Officer Liang to look through the dossier. It took nearly two hours. We found a shooting case from the dossier of his former section chief. The photo did show the deceased with this pattern.

Officer Liang said: "The original intelligence is in our police station."

I smiled: "It's normal for the lights to be black."

I flipped through the yellow curly dossier, thinking that there must be no clues. Until I turned to the last page, the former section chief wrote a sentence on the report: "The organization is called Fengtian Group, and the address On XX Street, I will continue my investigation. "A date follows.

Officer Liang suddenly yelled, "This date ... is left by the former Section Chief!"

I closed the dossier and said, "It seems his death is related to this mysterious group. By the way, where did he die?"

"It was an office building. The place where the body was found seemed to have been evacuated. There was nothing," Officer Liang recalled.

"Go and see there," I urged.

"No, you don't need to go. It's been more than a decade ago, and that building was demolished long ago." Officer Liang sighed.

It took a lot of effort, and in the end we only found these four words, how mysterious this group is!

At the moment, it is imperative that Police Officer Liang mobilize all resources to find the Fengtian Group. The result is frightening. This group has no trade transactions, no tax records, and no customs records. It is like a ghost. I suspect it may bear the names of other companies.

We were very busy late and no one made everyone frustrated. At this time, Song Xingchen said to me, "Little Master, come out with me."

He and I came outside and saw the sword **** standing there, and Song Xingchen explained: "I don't see any progress on you, so I tried to ask the senior, he has something to say."

I asked excitedly: "Sword God, do you know this Fengtian Group?"

Sword God nodded: "I heard something during the organization. It claimed to be an ordinary security company. Actually, it was a force inserted by King Jing Jing. King Jing began to deal with organs many years ago, and Southeast Asia is a huge market, so he put a group of trusted relatives here to protect his trade channels. At the same time, it is also an insurance. When the accident happens, the Fengtian Group will start. "

I couldn't help but wonder: "That's weird! Obviously it is King Jing's close relative, but the watchmaker is killing these people."

"The Fengtian Group directly acts on King Jing, and does not obey the orders of other people. The watchmaker has not yet reached this level of authority, so he can only take drastic measures. From the standpoint of the watchmaker, he can understand that King King is overthrown. Afterwards, everyone paid attention to VIP, he had to be a step ahead! King Jing was very conservative and very cautious. He was born in a feudal aristocratic family, so he moved that full Qing power system to his own group and cultivated His cronies and party feathers established layers of loyalty. The group of traffickers and organ traffickers we eradicated at Fufeng was at best only a mistress for him, so he was not distressed at all. If he gave up, he gave up. Together, they are not comparable to this Fengtian Group. "

I groaned: "It seems that finding Fengtian Group is equivalent to finding VIP!"