"Xiao Gao, thank you for your information. The cooperation is pleasant. I hope there will be a chance to cooperate next time." Liu Jianming said, shook hands with Xiao Gao.

"Of course." Xiao Gao agreed, his little face that was so slutty that he smiled was a chrysanthemum. Isn't it too stupid to not do anything to him? Anyone who knows can sell for one million yuan, and you can give it as much as you say, and you will never owe it. It is even more refreshing than those gangsters. This is the first time he has encountered such a generous policeman since he became an informant, so of course he has to do his best to do his best.

At the same time, I thought to myself that the foundation of this commander must be not that simple. It is impossible for a million people who do not take seriously, just a policeman.

Because it is impossible to make so much money when being a policeman.

Although she was a little curious, Xiao Gao was a wise man. He knew what to ask and what not to ask. Informers were originally a high-risk industry. If you talk too much, you would be nowhere to die.

"Okay, I have something to do, let's go first." Liu Jianming threw the fishing gear, horse stool and fish into the sea, patted his butt, and left very simply.

"Boss, remember to call me if you have something to do?" Xiao Gao shouted at Liu Jianming's back, playing with the bank card that had a million yuan, feeling happy in his heart, and preparing to deposit another sum, seek two or three beautiful girls, and hide abroad in a less developed country, and enjoy the rest of his life with a happy life.

Liu Jianming waved his hand without looking back, indicating that he understood, got into the car, started the car, left here, and headed straight for Qingshui Bay.

He didn't want to wait for a moment, and couldn't wait to ask his former subordinates in person, what was the purpose of it.

...

In Qingshui Bay, there are ships of all sizes moored in the port. Now is not the time to go to sea, and there are no people on the ships.

On one of the white yachts, a seagull with a flying wing printed on the hull. On the deck directly above the seagull, a man in a gray suit and shaved flat head was sitting on a sun lounger, holding a piece of blue colored paper and folding a paper crane.

He looked focused and was so serious that he didn't even notice that the seabirds were walking around him foraging.

Finally, he folded it, stood up, and the seabirds foraging were chirping in panic, spreading their wings and leaving.

As if he hadn't heard of it, he climbed straight up the escalator, entered the yacht from above, and threaded the folded blue paper crane in his hand with a very thin fishing line, and hung it on the ceiling next to the window.

The sea breeze blew through the windows, and the colorful paper cranes on the ceiling swung back and forth, as if they were really flying.

Paper cranes include blue, black, red, and green. There are more black paper cranes, and few red, but only one blue and green.

He stared at the paper crane "flying with wings" and was quietly in a state of consciousness...

"Squeak!"

A black Mercedes-Benz stopped outside the port.

Liu Jianming opened the door and got out of the car, stepped on the wooden floor, walked forward with his eyes patrolling the moored boat...

Looking for a white yacht painted with seagull patterns.

As Xiao Gao said, such yachts are very easy to find, because there are not many yachts parked in the port, and even with such obvious signs, it is difficult to find them.

Liu Jianming stood in front of the yacht and looked up. The yacht was not very big, it was a small yacht, a relatively economical type. There was no one on the deck. I don’t know if its owner was inside or had not returned from work.

Liu Jianming walked onto the yacht along the pedal, wanting to search for it personally to see if there were anyone inside.

Just walked to the escalator...

Jiang Lang was staring at the paper crane inside and suddenly felt someone boarding a yacht. This was not like on land, on the boat, or walking on the surface of the boat, because the sound spreads the fastest in the solid.

It is difficult for the invader to distinguish between us and us. To be on the safe side, Jiang Lang immediately pulled out the pistol at his waist...

Liu Jianming stepped on the escalator and just took a step down, he immediately pointed a black muzzle at him...

"Fuck! There are really people inside!"

Liu Jianming was shocked and said that he was quick at that time. He immediately rushed down, like a tiger going down the mountain, and his speed was extremely fast.

Before Jiang Lang could pull the trigger, he was knocked down by Liu Jianming's condescending fit, crushing a plastic dining table and knocking off the pistol.

Jiang Lang was shocked and did not expect that the invader was so agile. In desperation, he had no time to identify his appearance. He immediately swung his left fist to the other party's temple.

Liu Jianming had a elbow and easily blocked his arm, making him unable to move at all.

Jiang Lang was anxious, and his right hand groped on the ground for a while. He touched a stainless steel fork, grabbed it and stabbed it at the other party's throat with all his strength...

Liu Jianming tweaked his left hand and instantly grabbed his right wrist, just like a vise, with powerful force almost collapsing him.

"Oh no, oh no, I'm dead now!" Jiang Lang was anxious, knowing that melee combat was no match for the invader at all, and power alone was not on the same level. He would have to pay it back sooner or later, but he didn't expect that he would pay it back too quickly.

But just waiting for death, he was unwilling to give up, so he simply raised his forehead and a head hammer hit the other party's eyes.

Liu Jianming tilted his head slightly, avoided his eyes, and used his forehead to collided with him.

"Dong!"

"ah!"

Jiang Lang screamed, his head almost exploded. The strong concussion almost made him faint on the spot. He was not even a head collision, so he was a little discouraged.

"Do you still want to fight?" Liu Jianming looked at him and asked seriously.

"I..." Jiang Lang was speechless. He suddenly felt that the other party's voice seemed a little familiar, and took a closer look...

"Ah?! Liu...Sir Liu!?" Jiang Lang finally saw the other party's appearance clearly.

"Sir Liu dare not be accused." Liu Jianming let go of him, walked over and picked up the pistol on the ground, sat on the escalator, played with the pistol, looked at Jiang Lang, and smiled and said, "What should I call you now? It seems a bit wrong to call you a thief, and it is even more wrong to call you a policeman. What do you think you are now?"

"You can do it," Jiang Lang waved his hand, "I am a thief in front of you, I am a good son in front of my mother, and I am the eldest brother in front of me."

"Then do I want to call you Brother Lang?" Liu Jianming asked with a smile.

Jiang Lang smiled, "The gun is in your hand, you can do whatever you say. You just want me to grab a cow and milk it for you to drink, and I have to do it as well. I remember that Chief Liu, you like to drink yogurt the most."

"It's rare that you still have this heart. Remember my hobby, which means you still have some help." Liu Jianming lowered his pistol muzzle, glanced at him, and suddenly noticed that there were many paper cranes on the ceiling of the window, red, black, blue, green, and all kinds of colors.
Chapter completed!