Chapter 70: Remembered again (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)
Chapter 70 is remembered again (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)
Xu Chuan was very comfortable because the children of several big bosses in the Kuala Lumpur Police Department attended that international school. A group of police officers politely arranged for him to be in the conference room with the air conditioner turned on. I heard that Xu Chuan was not there yet. After dinner, the table was soon filled with all kinds of local delicacies.
Several policewomen were accompanying them. Of course, this was mainly because of Xu Chuan's appearance. Wan Yang was a little worried at first. It wasn't until he saw his boss eating happily that he realized that he was so hungry that his chest was touching his back. .
Wan Changsheng raised his head and looked at his father in confusion. He felt very strange why his father used to be handcuffed when he entered the police station, but this uncle could be accompanied by a beautiful aunt and have so many delicious food, and then... He heard his stomach growl.
Xu Chuan smiled and asked Wan Changsheng to sit on the chair, pushing the untouched prawn fried rice and beef soup in front of him. The little girl looked at Wan Yang and said, "Ignore him, he listens to me now."
This is what the embassy staff saw when they arrived. Xu Chuan had successfully turned the police station conference room into a cafeteria. Zhang Xia, who was carrying a briefcase, thought for a moment that he had entered the wrong room.
"Mr. Xu, the embassy has communicated with the local government. You can leave at any time. They also promised not to disclose the surveillance video of the scene. What we mean is, if possible, help them make an image of the suspect. After all, catching him a day earlier would be good for your safety." Zhang Xia conveyed the results of the embassy's communication to Xu Chuan.
"No problem", this is the best result. Xu Chuan is not worried about safety issues, he just hopes to save unnecessary trouble. Hearing Xu Chuan's promise, Zhang Xia breathed a sigh of relief and felt okay. If this If you don't agree, you have to continue to struggle.
A simulation portrait expert from the local police came in and drew the driver's basic features according to Xu Chuan's description. He then made modifications according to Xu Chuan's opinions. He could roughly outline a person's appearance with just a few strokes. When he came out, Xu Chuan was very impressed. He learned sketching for a few days when he was a child, and then was stopped by the teacher. He sincerely told Xu Chuan's parents to let their children do something else and stop wasting time here.
Xu Chuan took the portrait and thought it was not a big problem, so he handed it to Wan Yang to take a picture. Of course, the important thing is to send a copy to Nikita. Birkhoff's database may have information about this grandson.
After finishing the work, the police arranged for several people to leave through the back door. The front door was already blocked by various media. Zhang Xia shook hands with Xu Chuan, greeted several people and left. He had to go back to write a report.
The police had parked the off-road vehicle driven by the three people nearby very considerately. Xu Chuan took out a large packaged box from the back seat, which he customized from Mrs. Salazar's dollhouse in Mount Merton. There is a model of a two-story villa. The furniture inside is scaled down and hand-made. Children will definitely like it. He ordered several different ones, one for each person with children in the company, and of course he did not forget the Huaxia one. Dong Qin and Xu Ziwen, well, they seem to be children.
After her father agreed, Wan Changsheng opened the outer packaging excitedly and said "Wow", not because she liked the gift very much, but because she had not received a gift for a long time.
"How about it? I'm just saying that little girls will definitely like this. Look at what the thing you chose is called. Also, why is a girl called Chang Sheng? It's not cute at all, okay..." Xu Chuan sat The co-pilot kept complaining to Wan Yang who was driving. Wan Yang was already thinking about whether to use the co-pilot position to hit a tree on the side of the road to shut him up. This guy must have eaten too much just now. .
Abu Shaibul, a Chechen extremist, looked at his sketch on TV and pulled up the hood of his coat. He had left Kuala Lumpur and was about to take a car to a small fishing village and take a boat to the Philippines.
The bullet was still not removed from his left shoulder, and he only did some emergency treatment. He could feel that the bullet was stuck on his shoulder blade, making him unable to move his entire left arm. He was sweating in pain and grinding his teeth. I reviewed the entire operation in my mind and found that there were really no loopholes. I had been working on this plan for a long time. The ice cream truck had been working normally for more than two months. In order for the plan to go smoothly, I had established a long-term relationship with the school's security guards. Why did something happen on the day of the operation?
He was a little confused, but he already remembered the face of the man who shot him. Sooner or later, he would find him and kill him in the cruelest way.
The people who responded to him were a group of local mercenaries who often engaged in the smuggling of people and drugs. They were familiar with the maritime routes. The two parties had cooperated many times. Most of the drugs he produced in the Philippines were sold to this group. People ship the goods. I heard they did a big deal recently.
Shaibul got on a fishing boat. He did not relax his vigilance. Although he was considered a partner, how could he completely trust a group of mercenaries? Of course, the other party was the same, as long as he got to his own ship on the high seas.
An Asian man is sitting on the bow of the boat. If Wan Fei sees him, he will rush up and fight for his life. This man is Wang Shangen who betrayed them to Interpol and kidnapped the biological expert Kenner.
“Abu, why is it so miserable?” Wang Shangen looked at the pale Shabul with a smile, and the blood that kept seeping out from his shoulders knew that this was a symptom of excessive bleeding.
We can't let him die. We only charged half of the fee. Wang Shangen asked people to take out the medical kit. They were already skilled workers in dealing with gunshot wounds like this. They helped Xiebul take out the bullet and sew up the wound. Wang Shangen said half-jokingly, "How do we calculate the cost of treatment?"
Shaibul looked at him expressionlessly, "Please make a price."
“I have a batch of goods to sell, is there any way?” Wang Shangen said half-truthfully.
“What kind of goods?”
“medical”
Xiebul looked at Wang Shangen across from him seriously and thought about it, "I can help you contact Mikhail Tejkovic." Xiebull knew what Wang Shangen had in his hand, and Tejkovic was For my own people, that thing is also useful to me.
“Is there any more?” Wang Shangen asked without comment.
Shaibul thought for a while, "Adrian Cook, the largest local arms dealer, smuggler and drug lord."
(End of this chapter)