Ye Xingzhong took people and moved all the tobacco and soil out of the warehouse. The smoke and soil that were brought out formed a hill in the courtyard of the mansion.

After moving, Fang Buwei even asked Feng Jiashan to lead people to search all the team members who moved tobacco and soil.

When they saw Fang Buwei carrying a torch and walking towards the pile of smoke, Feng Jiashan and Ye Xing were dripping blood in pain.

The reason why he was in front of the public was that he wanted to show his determination to everyone.

As long as he sees it, he will burn as much as he doesn't do.

Fang Buwei looked around, looked at the team members around him, and the gang members who were tied up and watched by the team members.

Everyone could see what Fang Buwei was trying to do

"The government has repeatedly ordered a ban on smoking, but you ignore the royal law, even if you are shot ten times more, you will be innocent!" Fang Buwei glanced at the gang members coldly, raised his hand, and threw the torch into the smoke heap.

The smoke was poured with gasoline by Ye Xingzhong, and as soon as it was next to the torch, there was a "boom", and a sky-high flame burst out.

A wave of heat rushed towards Fang Buwei, even curling his eyebrows and hair, but Fang Buwei didn't move, just staring at the burning fire.

The flames were reflected in his pupils, flickering and undulating. Fang Buwei felt as if there was a fire burning in his heart at this time, and he couldn't get out.

In the past 100 years, a large part of the reason why China has developed to such a turbulent point is that this thing is harmful.

"Director, why don't you go in and put out the fire?" Standing outside the courtyard, a policeman looking through the wall whispered to the chief next to him.

There were also quite a few policemen standing nearby, all with long guns in their hands.

"How?" The director glared at his subordinates, then turned his gaze back to the courtyard.

Although these people with guns in the courtyard were dressed in civilian clothes, as soon as they looked at their figures, and then looked at the style of standing there motionless like a bell, the director knew that the origin of these people was not simple.

There are not many others in Nanjing, except for the many officials, what is left is the number of soldiers.

These Qiu Ba don't reason with you at all, and the commander's order is the Heavenly Principle.

Fang Buwei had just arrived at the He Mansion, and when the team members forced the gang members to surrender their guns, the news reached the police station.

The director thought that He Shirong was unevenly separated from others and was killed. He received the news and rushed here as soon as possible. When he arrived, he happened to see Fang Buwei staring at the team members pouring gasoline on the smoke.

The director was stunned at the time.

The National Government did ban smoking, but it had little effect. Not to mention the local army, even within the central army, most of the troops are trafficking tobacco and soil.

In some places, this thing is even used as military salary, and the price is higher than gold.

Even the army is like this, so you can imagine the attitude of other people towards this thing.

The reason why He Shirong has been smooth sailing in Nanjing over the years and has become bigger and bigger is mainly because he relies on selling tobacco and soil.

He Shirong himself is also a seller, but he acts more as a broker in the middle. There are many people who use him, and there are naturally many people who protect him, and there are many powerful people among them.

Since this group of people in the courtyard dared to blatantly copy He Shirong's house, they were not ordinary people. He's a police chief, and he can't be messed with.

Seeing the smoke and soil piled up in the yard, the director also had a wit in his heart.

With so many goods, it is definitely not He Shirong's alone, God knows who will be involved. This young man said that he would burn it, and he was not afraid of stabbing the hornet's nest?

The director will not run in to extinguish the fire unless he has been kicked in the head by a donkey.

If it is not handled properly, it is still a trivial matter to lose face, and if someone is charged with smuggling tobacco and soil with gangsters, where can I reason with it?

Seeing a pile of tobacco and soil burned to ashes, Fang Buwei turned around, looked at the members of the fourth group, and said in a deep voice: "A reminder in advance, lest I say that someone on our side is unsympathetic." Four groups up and down, if anyone dares to touch this thing, remove it on the spot. ”

The price of the tobacco is more than gold, and the chief said that it will be burned, and none of the members of the fourth group dare not believe the words of the party. When the time comes, it will definitely be cleaned up.

After a pause, Fang Buwei said again: "In the course of handling the case in the future, if anyone is found to be trafficking tobacco and soil, it will be dealt with according to this time." Reward for those who find it! ”

Fang Buwei turned around again and confessed to Feng Jiashan and Ye Xingzhong: "All the brothers who participated in the search of the Ye Mansion today will be rewarded with ten oceans each!" ”

Feng Jiashan and Ye Xingzhong responded, and they glanced at each other in unison, and they both saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

Fang Buwei is standing a wood in the gate for this move.

There is a reward for a trip to soy sauce, and if it is really found in the future, which one will rush to report. Ye Xingzhong and Feng Jiashan had already expected the first reaction of the members of the fourth group after seeing the smoke and soil.

"Thank you, sir!" The players present roared like an earth-shattering roar.

The policeman outside the door was taken aback, but the director had a thoughtful look.

In the city of Nanjing, which military unit is divided by "group"?

Secret Service?

Just in an instant, the director's face changed, Xu Guangzu knew that the matter was big, where did he dare to hide outside the door and watch the play.

He took three steps and two steps into the courtyard of the mansion.

"Xu Guangzu of the Xianghe Street Branch of the Xicheng Branch is ordered to report for duty!" Director Xu stood upright and stood straight in front of Fang Buwei.

Soon after the establishment of the Secret Service, the Chairman of the Committee ordered that the police agencies throughout the country be placed under the leadership of the Secret Service in order to facilitate the establishment of an intelligence network by the Special Service.

Even if the head of the sub-bureau sees the head of the secret service, he is afraid that he will bend down by three points first. What's more, Xu Guangzu is just the director of a branch station.

Fang Buwei raised his eyelids, glanced at Director Xu lightly, and waved his hand to Feng Jiashan, meaning that all the staff returned to the headquarters.

Looking at the young chief looking at him was like looking at the air, Xu Guangzu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He was afraid that Fang Buwei would not ask him, why did the police station keep letting go of such a big drug den as He Mansion?

Xu Guangzu is just a small person, and he is not even qualified to participate.

Not to mention He Shirong, I usually met He Shirong's eldest apprentice Song Siming, but it was Xu Guang's ancestor who greeted the other party. Where does he dare to care about this?

Looking at Fang Buwei's back as he walked towards the car, Xu Guangzu secretly wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

Before getting into the car, Fang Buwei called Feng Jiashan, whispered a few words in his ear, Feng Jiashan nodded, and left with more than a dozen team members.

Fang Buwei asked Feng Jiashan to lead the team to check the Nancheng warehouse that the disciple had told him just now.

The disciple didn't know the details of that boss Fu, only knew the address of his warehouse in the south of the city, so Fang Buwei could only use this information to track down the boss Fu who asked He Shirong to go to the Lido nightclub tonight.

As soon as Boss Fu left, the gunman who assassinated He Shirong arrived, and there were too many coincidences.

There is also He Shirong's home phone, this one needs to be checked. But now it's night, and even if Fang doesn't send someone to investigate, he doesn't know who to look for.

Fang Buwei remembered very well that the last time Ma Chunfeng investigated Hu Chang'an's leak case, he sent Qi Zhenjiang of the Telecommunications Department to the telephone bureau, and it only took half an hour to get the results. Therefore, Fang Buwei decided to go back to the headquarters first, firstly, to report to Su Minsheng and Ma Chunfeng about tonight's incident, and secondly, to find a way to ask Qi Zhenjiang to check the phone number of He Shirong's house overnight.

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