"Dididi."

The call machine on the customs inspector's waist rang.

I saw that the customs inspector instinctively picked up the call machine and saw a string of numbers.

“29472”

Follow the radio translation.

This is "retreating" / "quick return" within the customs representative.

The customs inspector was silent for two seconds before reinserting the call machine back into his waist.

"Keep moving!"

The customs inspector gave the order.

“yes，sir。”

The customs members replied in a low voice.

At this time, two customs officers walked to the exit of the building with Guan Li.

The rest of the customs officers were holding guns in both hands, and their expressions became very serious.

They know it's all about winning or losing.

"You go up and call the door!"

"If you dare to move, I'll drop you!"

At this moment, the customs inspector raised his gun and spoke against Guan Li's back.

And Guan Li raised his hands high.

Step by step towards the "kitchen".

The customs police officers did not go out for the time being, but were distributed at the entrance of the building, aiming at Guan Li with guns, ready to rush out at any time.

"Sir Liao."

"It's going to be okay, is it?"

Customs officers were holding guns in their hands, and their palms were sweating.

Don't look at them as strong.

But I was a little weak-hearted.

After all, they continued to beat and extract confessions even though they knew that the other party was an undercover agent, which is a serious violation of the regulations.

Moreover, the relationship between the Customs and Excise Department and the Force is not good.

This situation is likely to cause even more trouble!

Plus the other party is still Zhuang Sir's undercover agent!

What kind of person is Zhuang sir, and the customs members have heard of it!

This time, everyone grabbed credit with Zhuang sir, and they were almost doing things with their heads.

Compared with the two, the danger of catching drug dealers has become a trivial matter.

The potential "police conflict" behind it is the big deal.

After a customs sergeant asked the inspector, Liao Sir, a senior inspector of the customs, narrowed his eyes and showed a ruthless face: "I only knew the other party's origin after I finished the fight just now!" At that point, it's too late to stop! ”

"We can only do nothing! Successfully stab the drug-making den! In order to let the director protect us! ”

"So, this operation must be successful!"

The customs inspector's voice was low.

"Uh-huh." The sheriff stood next to him and nodded slightly.

Immediately, another police officer asked, "What should I do afterwards?" ”

Even if they succeed in dismantling drug dens.

As long as the undercover officers complain to the Force, they may be able to escape the Force's reprisals.

This retaliation is not necessarily overt and can also be private.

The customs inspector raised his palm, put it on his neck, and made a sharp knife stroke.

Everything speaks for itself.

Kill!

Put the undercover police officer among the criminals and kill people!

In this way, it can be regarded as an unwitting operation, and killing an undercover agent is just a manslaughter.

The impact of manslaughter is much smaller.

At that time, as long as the operation is done well, the police force will not necessarily retaliate privately, and it is very likely that it will only be openly condemned.

Of course, all this is premised on the successful dismantling of drug-making dens, and there is a great credit to support it. And you have to be ruthless, so ruthless that you can shut up the living.

"Shhh The customs officer gasped.

"Da-da-da-da." Guan Li was walking to the kitchen door and knocking lightly with his hand.

The atmosphere of the whole team of customs officers was a little depressed, and the lame master once again held his knees and limped to the door.

"What you don't dare."

"I'll do it!" The customs inspector whispered.

"Why are you back again?"

The lame master asked out loud.

Guan Li lowered his head and explained: "The buyer asked for more goods. ”

"Get me two more."

Guan Li was sweating profusely in front of the door.

The lame man opened the door and said, "Ten minutes is enough for two sets of goods!" ”

"You don't have to run sweaty, do you?"

At this time, the customs inspector next to the corridor waved his hand, and the customs officers raised all kinds of weapons and began to slowly approach the kitchen along the wall, and gradually approached the iron door.

At this moment, Guan Li put his head on the door and squinted at Liao Sir, his eyes full of resentment.

"Smack." The moment the lame master opened the iron door, Guan Li suddenly rushed forward, boom, and quickly pulled the inner steel door backhanded.

"Customs, ah!!" Guan Li roared, clicked, and quickly fastened all the several locks of the steel door.

The entire factory kitchen was in chaos in an instant.

The cripple and a few helpers hurriedly moved all the semi-finished products and raw materials on the table into the bathroom and quickly flushed them into the toilet.

They scrambled in the kitchen to destroy as much evidence as possible.

The customs inspector roared outside the door: "Lose your mother! ”

"Bang bang bang!" I saw the customs inspector kick the inner door three times, and waved vigorously: "Hit the door for me!" ”

Two police officers carrying the all-steel ramming pillar stepped forward and slammed the steel door again and again.

"Smash the lock!" The Customs Inspector roared loudly, and the Customs Officer immediately shifted his target and smashed towards the lock.

This was a life-threatening operation by the Customs Inspector, and failure would have led to catastrophe.

Can a customs inspector not be irritable?

After several impacts on the steel door, the door lock had not been knocked open for the time being, but it snapped off a pane.

This is a small space that the offender usually puts down to observe the outside.

This is when it becomes an opportunity.

I saw that the customs inspector immediately stepped forward and immediately put his hand into the pane, trying to twist the door lock from the inside to speed up the customs attack.

"!"

Guan Li happened to walk out of the bathroom.

He saw a palm groping for the lock, and immediately recognized it as the one that had just beaten him with a stick.

How long have you just been fighting.

How deeply it will be remembered!

Guan Li's face turned fierce, he picked up a hammer by the door, and then raised the hammer and smashed it down on his palm.

"Bang!"

The hammer struck the palm of the hand.

"Ahh

The customs inspector let out a heart-rending scream.

"Bang bang bang!"

Guan Li hammered three times in a row.

The entire palm of his hand was immediately blurred with flesh and blood, constantly twitching and trembling, and almost turned into a piece of rotten flesh.

The customs inspector was in pain outside the door and almost fainted.

Subsequently, Guan Li threw down the hammer and turned around and ran, rushing all the way to the bathroom, deciding to take advantage of the angle difference and jumping directly to the downstairs balcony to escape.

This kind of critical moment of escape and running, he had already analyzed it when he first came to the kitchen.

There's no way, people who mix outside have to know how to run!

Moreover, after he confessed, he had already figured out that the person who was tortured on the other side was not a fellow police officer, but a member of the customs.

If he falls into the hands of the customs, I am afraid that he will also be dealt with as a drug dealer, and there is only a dead end.

Therefore, Guan Li decisively chose to escape and continued to mingle with drug dealers.

Although this is very risky and may be killed by Lin Kun as a traitor, it may also go further and directly penetrate the entire methamphetamine factory!

The underworld is like this, risks and opportunities coexist, and if you don't die, you are waiting for the top.

He doesn't have a choice right now!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Five minutes later.

Customs smashed open the steel door.

"Bang!"

A corpse fell from a height.

Stoned to death at the bottom of the building.

The inspector looked at the scene as chaotic and empty, and threw himself directly to the window, looking at a corpse on the ground, as well as the rest of the people who were nowhere to be seen, with anger in his eyes.

"Search the scene!" The Customs Inspector turned and kicked on the cabinet.

A convoy of police cars was parked at the bottom of the building.

Zhou Huabiao got out of the car with the people, and with an angry expression, he ordered the police to block the scene, and strode upstairs.

……

"Trabecular."

"Haven't called back yet?"

At the same time, the customs office area.

Minnie pushed open the office door and asked a policewoman on the phone.

The policewoman shook her head: "Sir Liao didn't call back." ”

"Good!"

"I see."

Minnie nodded, closed the door and went back to the office to sit down, a flash of foreboding in her heart, and finally picked up the car keys and decided to go out.

……

Half an hour later.

Wan Chai, Office of the Director.

Zhuang Shikai is approving quarterly expenses.

"Ding, ding, ding."

At this moment, the office phone at the desk rang.

Zhuang Shikai closed the pen, picked up the phone and said, "Which one?" ”

"Zhuang sir."

"It's me, Zhou Huabiao." Uncle Biao was standing in the room of the building, talking on the phone from the drug dealer's landline.

Zhuang Shikai heard Uncle Biao's voice and immediately asked, "What's the situation?" ”

"I've caught a bunch of customs people!" Uncle Biao stared at a dozen people in suits, squatting in the corner, and a row of customs people standing in a row.

"Smack!" Zhuang Shikai pressed the pen with his thumb and broke the pen in two at once.

Someone with customs in the kitchen?

It's a big deal!

Uncle Biao added: "There is also a senior inspector of the customs who stopped downstairs. ”

"I'm afraid it's inconvenient to do things."

"Didn't let her come up."

Zhuang Shikai nodded and asked coldly, "Is there a person whose palm has been smashed?" ”

Uncle Biao looked around, fixed on the customs Liao sir, and replied: "There is a person." ”

All right.

Zhuang Shikai can now judge what the customs people have done.

Depend on! I'll go to customs and inform in person! Or is it like this?

Zhuang Ye's first feeling was that he had lost his strength, and his second feeling was that he had lost face.

I only heard Zhuang Ye say sharply: "Break all their legs!" ”

"Smack!" Then Zhuang Ye hung up the phone in an atmospheric manner, and Uncle Biao waited for a while, slowly put down the phone, and turned his head to look at the customs crowd by the wall.

Although there are a lot of people in these customs, as well as weapons and equipment, how did the customs beat the police?

Zhou Huabiao had just rushed to the building with a large number of police officers, and when the two sides first met, they made a decisive move and directly unloaded each other's guns.

The police then handcuffed the customs in the corner of the wall as they did with criminals, and then took over the scene.

At this time, Uncle Biao approached the corner step by step, and an ominous premonition appeared in the hearts of the customs people.

The customs inspector immediately shouted: "What do you want to do!" ”

"We are also disciplined forces!"

"Tsk!" Uncle Biao sneered disdainfully, raised his hand and said, "Break all their legs for me!" ”

More than a dozen police officers who had a premonition and were standing next to them bent down to pick up some tools, and gradually gathered around: "Yes, sir!" ”

"You dare to move!" The customs inspector yelled, and several sticks smashed his legs.

"Ahh The customs inspector screamed again.

Then more than a dozen customs officers in the room all shrank in the corner of the wall and screamed loudly, and the scene was a scene of a father teaching his son. Uncle Biao is very uninterested, because these customs are not even qualified to resist, and I really don't know where I dare to provoke Zhuang sir.

"Smack!" Suddenly, a police officer broke a wooden stick, simply picked up a steel pipe again, and greeted the customs inspector fiercely.