Chapter 872 Crime City (7)
Ten minutes ago, Captain Zhang Taizhu was happily on his way back to downtown Seoul with two of his subordinates and his old colleague Jiang Zhentai who came to help, escorting two captured drug dealers.
The detectives from the Guangsou Team drove a Hyundai Huiyi van. The four seats in the back row were facing each other, which was convenient for them to conduct interrogations on the road.
Two captured "Ichitsu-gumi" members, Guangzhi and Jin Yanghao, were handcuffed to the handles on both sides of the carriage, with their upper bodies naked. Their arms and entire front and back were covered with hideous blue and red tattoos, typical Yakuza features.
Jiang Zhentai, who came to help, was handing cigarettes to several detectives from the Guangsou Team with a flattering look on his face. He looked to be less than 40 years old, with high brows, single eyelids, small eyes, and thick lips. With his fawning smile, his temperament was a bit more vulgar than that of Captain Zhang Taizhu.
"Jin Tai, how are you doing after being transferred to the Cyber Crime Investigation Division?" Zhang Taizhu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, took the cigarette with a smile. Today was a fruitful day. Although everyone had bruises on their faces, everyone was in a good mood.
"Hey, don't mention it." Jiang Zhentai lit his own cigarette with a click and handed the lighter to the police officer beside him, his ugly face full of resentment.
"Every day there are trivial things. Hitting people with keyboards in Internet cafes is also considered a cyber crime and handed over to us for handling. It's so annoying. I hope the higher-ups will recognize my contribution this time and let me return to the Guangsou team."
The others all burst into laughter. Jiang Zhentai seemed to suddenly think of something. He took out a Smith & Wesson M60 revolver from the evidence bag in his pocket and shook it at the two Yakuza who were sneering at him.
"Hey, you two bastards, where did you get this thing? This is a police pistol."
The two younger brothers from the "One Line Group" sneered at him without saying a word. Although their faces and bodies were also covered with bruises, they looked even stronger than the four detectives who came to arrest them.
"They really don't understand Korean?" Jiang Zhentai turned around and asked Captain Zhang Taizhu in confusion.
"Hey, you must have been sitting in the office for a while and got stupid. Just looking at their names, I know they are Korean-Japanese. How could they not understand Korean?"
Zhang Taizhu turned around and sneered at the two "I-Team" brothers, "You secretly drugged people and killed people, and you have so many drugs. I have already contacted the prosecutor. I will keep you in prison for at least 30 years."
"Hey!" Jiang Zhentai pointed at the two people whose faces changed drastically and said in surprise, "Look, these two guys must have understood, their faces dropped immediately."
At this time, the cell phone rang. The detective who was driving patted his captain and handed him the phone on the armrest. "Captain, your call."
Zhang Taizhu took the phone, and the previous conversation continued. When Ma Xidao said, "We are heading in your direction. It will take at most 10 minutes."
At this time, the Hyundai Escape van was just passing a small intersection, and a Kia SUV equipped with a bumper suddenly rushed out from the diagonal and hit its left rear wheel heavily.
A sharp squeaking sound was heard, and the completely out-of-control van drew circles on the road, and finally stopped after crashing into a temporary house converted from a container on the side of the road.
The door of the Kia SUV opened, and three men wearing baseball caps and masks got out. The ends of the iron rods in their hands touched the ground, making crisp clanging sounds.
The leader rushed forward aggressively, opened the door of the van and looked inside. He saw that everyone in the car had lost consciousness with blood all over their heads, and no one was even groaning.
He tilted his head to signal his two companions, one of whom opened the driver's door and took out the dashcam. He then reached into the captain Zhang Taizhu's arms and took out the two Yakuza passports that the criminal police had confiscated.
The other one opened the trunk door and quickly took away the two large bags of drugs seized by the search team.
Just as the three were about to turn around and leave, one of the Yakuza, whose head and face were covered in blood, groaned and woke up, "Hey, are you going to just leave like this? Why didn't you save me?"
The three attackers looked back at each other, and one of them took two steps forward, picked up the iron rod and started swinging it at the man's head, once, twice, three times, until the Yakuza named Hiroshi was completely motionless.
"Check the others, leave no one behind." The leader signaled his younger companions to hand over the poison sticks to him, and gave the order in a muffled voice.
At this moment, a burst of urgent sirens sounded from a distance, followed by two dazzling high beam lamp posts.
"Hurry up!" The leader shouted, picked up two bags of drugs and ran towards the Kia SUV. The other two also reacted very quickly, bent down, lowered their heads, turned around and ran.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Jack held the steering wheel with one hand and started firing warning shots from a distance. The sound of gunfire was accompanied by the harsh sound of brakes and continued until the magazine was emptied.
The rear window of the Kia SUV was shattered all over the ground, and sparks kept coming out of the back of the car. The three attackers were so scared that they jumped into the car without even raising their heads. They started in third gear and fled at a high speed with a trail of green smoke coming out of the rear wheels.
"squeak"
Amid the long sound of tire grinding, the "Pallis" SUV turned its body sideways in a beautiful drifting posture. Jack in the driving seat pressed the release button with his index finger, and the empty magazine slid out.
He let go of the steering wheel with his right hand, stuffed a new magazine into the SIG Sauer P320-XTen pistol, and fired several more shots at the rear of the receding Kia, not stopping until the taillights of the car disappeared into the night.
Ma Xidao, who was sitting in the passenger seat, couldn't wait to push open the door and get out. He rushed towards the deformed van like a black bear.
"Jongsu, Jongsu! Taesu! Are you okay? Jack! Come and help."
They have known each other for several days, but this is the first time Jack has seen Ma Xidao look so flustered.
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"It's not a big problem. No one is in danger of life." Seeing Jack skillfully checking the injuries of his colleagues who were carried out of the car, Ma Xidao grabbed his hair hard, took out his mobile phone and started calling one by one.
Before long, the accident scene was surrounded by police cars and fire ambulances that received calls from 112 and 119. With the help of Jack, several emergency personnel carefully put the injured police officer on a stretcher.
"I checked them all out. Since they were all wearing seat belts, they were basically just soft tissue contusions and mild concussions. They will be fine after two days of rest."
Watching the ambulances roaring away one after another, Jack patted Ma Xidao on the shoulder and comforted him with a smile.
"Asibaba, these guys are so careless. They must have been followed after the raid." Ma Xidao complained, his eyes still full of worry as he looked at the ambulance going away.
