Yang Chen thanked him.

The four of them thought it was angry words that hated them so much.

In fact, Yang Chen thanked them from the bottom of his heart, thanked them for tossing him with new injuries all over his body, the military was about to use him to take over the rescue mission, if this happens, the relevant personnel will inevitably be held responsible, and the person who framed him will not want to escape the military's investigation.

Unless the mastermind behind the scenes is covering the sky with one hand in Sijiu City, but Yang Chen concludes that this possibility is very small, how can he not know that he has a military background when he is framed.

Knowing one's own situation and that of the enemy.

This is what is needed to fight a war, and it should be the same when it comes to harming people.

At night, Yang Chen was put into the detention room of the anti-narcotics brigade, which was much better than the conditions of the Xijing Detention Center, with a single bed, clean bedding, independent bathroom, and the ability to take a bath, which should be regarded as a great preferential treatment.

Yang Chen sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the new injuries on his body, although they were all skin injuries, but the few people who did it were quite sophisticated, picking the acupuncture points where the pain nerves were the most sensitive but could not hit the bad people, for ordinary people, it was said that it lasted for two hours, and if it could last for twenty minutes, it was a tough guy.

It seems that the capital's anti-narcotics brigade is accustomed to the trick of torture and confession.

Yang Chen sneered, in fact, he knew a little about the special xing of the anti-drug brigade, the watch and mobile phone were searched, and there was nothing to look at the time, so he walked to the glass window covered by the iron fence, looked at the sky outside, and roughly judged that it was almost ** o'clock in the evening, thinking that the old Wu Wei Ziwen should be anxious about his disappearance.

Who the hell is it?

Yang Chen frowned and pondered.

This time he came to the capital, it was very sudden, and the time point was by no means just a coincidence, and there were only a few people who knew that he came to the capital, Lao Yu Wu Jie and Wei Ziwen, there was no need to doubt it.

Liang Yu Yang Chen's eyes froze, and he shook his head slightly, convinced that his vision of knowing people would not be bad, it could be someone in the circle of Wu Jie and Wei Ziwen.

It's possible!

Last night, Wei Ziwen informed the people in the circle to pick up the wind for himself tonight.

Thinking of this, Yang Chen subconsciously touched the cigarette, his trouser pocket was empty, he laughed at himself, and he no longer pondered, the answer will soon surface.

Xi shan.

A small building where Lao Yu is working.

"Chief Yang Chen's situation, you also know it, say that he killed a hundred people, I believe it, drug trafficking and drug transportation, I don't believe it, the Golden Crescent drugs are all under his control, yes, yes, someone must have framed him, and when the rescue mission is about to begin, the mastermind behind the scenes has ill intentions."

At the desk, Lao Yu stood straight, said a few words into the phone, and after a short silence, the head of the agent in charge of the 11th Bureau said yes again and again.

At this moment, Wu Jie was also in Lao Yu's office, Lao Yu hung up the phone and said to Wu Jie: "Your father called." ”

"What did my dad say?" Wu Jie asked.

"Check it out." Lao Yu Yin smiled, even if Yang Chen didn't have the care and love of the Wu family, and framed the people of the Eleventh Bureau, he would never give up if he was short-sighted, he lit a special cigarette, took a hard puff, and said to Wu Jie: "Now follow me to the anti-drug brigade to pick up people." ”

Wu Jie nodded menacingly.

A few minutes later, two Audi A6s with military plates on the windshield and a large number of scary car badges drove away from Xishan and headed straight for the city.

Anti-narcotics brigade.

Pang Tao, who had just gone to work early in the morning, received an order from his superiors to suspend any form of interrogation of Yang Chen.

After receiving the order, Captain Pang looked restless, holding a thermos water cup in his hand, pacing back and forth in the office, the mobile phone on the desk trembled twice, there was a text message, he walked quickly to the desk and flipped through the text messages: Yang Chen, a native of Xijing, is now studying at Ningxi University, and his parents have been laid off.

Pang Tao was a little more down-to-earth after reading the text message.

At this time, two Audi A6s had broken into the compound of the anti-narcotics corps of the city bureau, and several majestic soldiers got out of the car and strode into the office building.

Lao Yu, with a straight military uniform, the colonel's epaulettes are very eye-catching, and a few fierce subordinates like Wu Jie followed, and his aura was so strong that he exploded.

"Excuse me?"

"We're coming to your leader."

Lao Yu's secretary was neither humble nor arrogant to face the people who came to interrogate, explaining the intention, reflecting the excellent quality of the soldiers, even Wu Jie tried his best to suppress the fire, and could not affect the image of the republican people because of his personal emotions.

The person who questioned happened to be the deputy director of the office of the anti-narcotics brigade, Zhao Chuan, who was busy inviting Lao Yu's group into the reception room, and then quickly notified the captain and political commissar, even if Lao Yu, who was the leader, did not say a word, Zhao Chuan also felt an indescribable invisible pressure from the other party.

Momentum.

Zhao Chuan had a flash of inspiration in his mind and thought of this word.

The captain went to the city bureau for a meeting, political commissar Huang Limin, and deputy captain Pang Tao rushed to the reception room one after another.

Sitting in a precarious position, Lao Yu waved his hand, interrupted Huang Limin, and said indifferently: "You arrested someone yesterday, and you caught the wrong person, I will recognize the person and lead the person." ”

"Comrade of the People's Liberation Army, I'm really sorry, we haven't received a notice from our superiors, and we can't help." Huang Limin smiled and refused, pulled out a good cigarette and handed it to Lao Yu, Lao Yu waved his hand, but he didn't ask for it.

"Please show your documents first, there are too many scammers pretending to be soldiers now." Pang Tao looked coldly at the soldiers in the reception room, not as pleasant as political commissar Huang Limin.

One sings red-faced, the other white-faced.

Lao Yu sneered, quietly touched out his own cigarette, and slowly lit one, the cigarette holder is very long, accounting for two-thirds of the entire cigarette.

Huang Limin's smile was a little stiff, not because Lao Yu didn't ask for his cigarettes and didn't give him face, but as a senior old smoker, he recognized that this was not available on the market, and it was specially supplied to Zhongnanhai and Xishan cigarettes.

"Your superiors will be here soon." Secretary Lao Yu stood beside the sofa and stared at Pang Tao, although his face was expressionless, anger had appeared in his eyes.

The anti-narcotics police, embarrassed by the people of the Second and Eleventh Bureaus of the General Staff, want to die!

It's not that Secretary Yu is arrogant, for example, Yang Chen was arrested yesterday, as an agent of the 6th Division of the 11th Bureau, he didn't have to take responsibility for killing people.

In case of danger and danger, the special service personnel of the six departments can dispose of it on their own discretion, so the murder license of the six departments is by no means a pretense to scare people.

Pang Tao touched the nail, and his face was a little ugly.

At this time, the door of the reception room was pushed open, and Feng Zecheng, the leader of the Municipal Bureau, Tong Shuxin, the executive deputy director, and a number of accompanying personnel poured into the reception room.

"Director"

Huang Limin, Pang Tao, and Zhao Chuan spoke in unison, the top boss really appeared, Feng Zecheng smiled, and then walked quickly to Lao Yu, "Colonel Yu, hello, hello." ”

"Hello, Director Feng."

Lao Yu waited for Feng Zecheng to walk in front of him before he slowly got up and shook hands with the other party.

The rank of the senior colonel, that is, the division commander, is the same as that of the local department or bureau level, and he has to be half a level lower when he is transferred to a local area; under normal circumstances, the number one leader of the public security bureau of a municipality directly under the Central Government has a psychological advantage over the cadres at the division level of the unit.

The posture embodied by Lao Yu and Feng Zecheng is just the opposite, because Lao Yu's identity is too special, such as Dai Li, in the Republic of China period, in terms of military rank, only a major general, was posthumously appointed as a lieutenant general after his death, but he was deeply feared by the bigwigs.