After 1997, after a series of vicious cases such as Bai BS that shocked the whole country, my country has begun to make large-scale investments in the judicial system to expand police officers and replace various equipment. It was at this time that the public security systems in various regions gradually began to use field office and informants to assist in case handling, and also gave corresponding "bonus".

After the casino robbery, Zhou Junqiang notified the criminal police on his side and asked them to contact their respective informants to keep a strict eye on various black clinics. Because Zhou Junqiang was not sure whether the criminal police on his side had injured the suspect during the first arrest, he made advance arrangements just in case.

In the alley opposite the entrance of a black clinic in TongL, Zhou Junqiang pointed to the informant and asked, "Where are people in it?"

"Yes, two people, one of them had a gunshot wound on their arm, and the blood had not yet dried when they came!" The informant nodded immediately and responded: "The boss of this black clinic is my friend. As soon as he received the job, he called me immediately."

"We'll catch it at the beginning, so you can go back and receive the bonus!"

"Thank you, Team Zhou!" The informant smiled and scratched his head again and asked, "The owner of this black clinic is my friend. When I called me, I was unsure. I was afraid that you would even scan his small shop, hehe...!"

"Assist in the investigation, no one pursues him. Go, go!" Zhou Junqiang had no intention of wasting his words on this little thing, and waved his hand to signal the other party to leave.

"OK!"

After the words came, the informant turned around and left the scene.

"Catch it!" Zhou Junqiang waved his hand and rushed towards the black clinic.

...

About two minutes later, the black clinic suddenly cut off power. Zhou Junqiang and others were wearing bulletproof vests and explosion-proof shields, kicked open the door and rushed in.

"Don't hit me, it was me who reported the case!" The owner of the black clinic was wearing a white coat, raised his hand and ran out, squatting by the wall very skillfully.

"Hulala!"

Zhou Junqiang rushed into the house and casually used a flashlight to see a middle-aged man covered in blood, who was about to pull out his gun from his waist!

"It's a snap!"

In this era, the shock-explosion bombs are not widely used in the system, so the detective can only hold an explosion-proof shield and use his body to hold the robbers on the bed. Then he did not dare to miss the head rashly, so he could only beat him up and beat him up.

In less than twenty seconds, the detectives subdued the bandits. Then Zhou Junqiang grabbed his hair, held a flashlight and shouted in his face, "Did you rob money from someone else's gambling game tonight?"

So many detectives rushed in suddenly, and the bandits were a little confused. In addition, they were injured and their eyes were shined by strong flashlights, so they looked dull and their bodies were stiff.

"Why are you asking, is it a robbery? Are your accomplices? Didn't they come together?" Zhou Junqiang asked again.

"He...he's gone!" The bandit's eyes were full of horror, and his voice stuttered.

"Come on, come on, take him away first. The others turned on the lights, hid in the house, and waited for the other one to come back." Zhou Junqiang immediately made subsequent arrangements.

...

It was 4:30 in the morning.

Xiaoji rushed from the train station to the suburbs and met Fu Zhisong on the side of the road.

"Where is the ticket?" Fu Zhisong went straight to the point.

"Where is this," Xiaoji took out the ticket from his pocket, reached out and handed it to Fu Zhisong and said, "It's five o'clock the day after tomorrow."

When Fu Zhisong saw the time on the ticket, he frowned and asked, "Why is it the day after tomorrow?"

"Oh, there is only one train from Zhejiang J here, and it's not a direct route. If you don't book in advance, there will be no tickets at all. You said that it's so far, I can't book a station ticket, right? I bought it through scalpers, and it's an extra fifty yuan." Xiaoji replied helplessly.

"Can't you make a ticket one day earlier?" Fu Zhisong asked anxiously.

"Who is leaving? Is this day missing?" Xiaoji looked at Fu Zhisong's expression and asked in confusion.

Fu Zhisong did not explain too much, but asked again: "Come on looking for scalpers, can't you buy tomorrow's ticket?"

"I can't buy it! I asked, the scalper said no, and it will be sold out tonight." Xiaoji shook his head.

"Fuck!" Fu Zhisong cursed, and could only nod and respond: "Okay, you go back first!"

"Then I'll leave!"

"Um!"

After saying that, Xiaoji drove Chen Tianze's Lingzhi car and left the place, while Fu Zhisong took the ticket and found Lao Hu who was staying in the alley.

"Which day's ticket?" Lao Hu asked.

"After acquaintance."

"It's too late the day after tomorrow. Can't you get early?" Lao Hu responded with some dissatisfaction: "I want to go back early."

"Ozawa's driver didn't buy tomorrow's ticket, so he couldn't find a scalper." Fu Zhisong replied with a slightly anxious expression.

"I don't want to stay here for too long. Can't you let him think of a solution?" Lao Hu repeatedly insisted on leaving tomorrow.

"Fuck!" Fu Zhisong couldn't help but curse after hearing the voice: "I also hope you leave quickly, then he can't buy a ticket. What do we have...!"

Lao Hu was stunned when he heard Fu Zhisong's words, frowned and asked, "Why do you want me to leave quickly?"

When Fu Zhisong heard this, his body suddenly became stiff and stood there.

...

The other end is in the black clinic.

Zhou Junqiang and two groups of criminal police officers waited in the house for nearly three hours, but he did not wait for the robbers' accomplices.

"Are you still waiting? It's almost dawn?" the old detective asked.

"If you don't wait, you probably have been shocked and won't come back, otherwise you'd have been showing up long ago." Zhou Junqiang waved his hand and greeted: "Get the team off!"

After saying that, the detectives immediately gathered and left the black clinic.

On the way back, Zhou Junqiang hugged the arrested robber’s neck and asked in a concise manner: “Do you know how big is this matter?”

The robbers had calmed down a lot at this time and didn't say anything when they looked at Zhou Junqiang.

"My name tells you that there is a money-giving ghost in the bureau who made you shoot and die. You will die on the way to the hospital. This matter is so small, do you understand? The more you hide it, the less good it will be for yourself." Zhou Junqiang has practiced to blow up the suspect with words, and his body and expression are very relaxed.

The robber was stunned when he heard this, and his forehead was sweating, but he still said nothing.

"You have snatched a lot of work this time, it must be more than 2 million, right?" Zhou Junqiang asked casually.

"No, how many are there?" The robber instinctively argued, because he knew that his identity must have been exposed now, and it would be useless not to admit that he was a robber. Because when the forensic examined his wound and took out the warhead from the black clinic, the link of evidence would be complete.

"Okay, I won't ask about your accomplice, I'll ask you how much money you robbed?" Zhou Junqiang was actually not interested in the specific amount of gambling funds being robbed at this moment, because the sentencing of the robbery case mainly lies in the nature of the crime, not in the specific amount of money, so he just simply used words to lure the other party and lowered the other party's psychological defense.

"One and two hundred and twenty-five thousand." The robber responded after a while.

"Look, I'll give you a face, but you won't give me face? Is there any need for you to lie?" Zhou Junqiang asked with a sinister face.

"I'm not lying! Before coming to the clinic, we just paid for the money, a total of more than 1.2 million. There were less than 300,000 yuan, and it was from another colleague, but he didn't come back to find us. He probably ran away with the money himself." The robber lowered his head and replied.

Zhou Junqiang was stunned when he heard this. After pondering for a long time, he suddenly looked up and asked the old detective: "How many robberies are reported from the gambling game?!"

"The preliminary statistics have reached 1.5 million." The old detective replied without hesitation.

"Did you see the remaining nearly 300,000 yuan in the dead one?"

"No!" the old detective shook his head.
Chapter completed!