A few days later.

"Inspector Lu, Inspector Lu!"

Lv Ze was about to go home from get off work when a police officer in plain clothes chased out of the parking lot.

"Is there something wrong?"

Lv Ze glanced at the police officer's certificate.

"I am Su Jianqiu's intern inspector, an undercover police officer in the anti-drug team. I just returned to the team today. Can I talk to you?"

Su Jianqiu lay beside Lu Ze's window with a hard-working smile on his face.

"Su Jianqiu!"

Lv Ze nodded: "I've heard of you, come up."

Su Jianqiu got on the car happily.

"What do you want to say to me?"

Lv Ze asked.

"I want to defect to you..."

"Terror to me?"

Lv Ze frowned slightly.

Su Jianqiu is the leader of the anti-drug group. If he can surrender to him, he can reach into the anti-drug group so that he will not know nothing about the situation in the anti-drug group.

But he vaguely remembered that Su Jianqiu seemed to be not clean.

He is the inner demon who informed the Eight-faced Buddha and caused the failure of Fotai's actions.

Of course, he is not a person from the Eight-faced Buddha, but he is just afraid before taking action.

Before the action, he received a call, his wife gave birth to a child in the hospital and he became a father.

He didn't want to die or face the Eight-faced Buddha, he just wanted to return to Hong Kong Island as soon as possible.

So he secretly called the Eight-faced Buddha's people and told them that the transaction was cancelled and there was an insider.

If it were ordinary drug dealers, the transaction would be cancelled and everyone would go back to their own houses.

But the Eight-faced Buddha is not a cat or a dog. He chose to trade as usual and sent his mercenaries.

If there is no problem, the transaction will proceed normally and everyone will be in peace.

If there is any problem, the mercenaries will come forward to solve everything, kill all the police involved in the operation, and give both Hong Kong and Thailand a warning.

The result is self-evident.

There are helicopters in the sky and armored vehicles on the ground.

Dozens of police officers were surrounded at the trading site, and helicopters shot Hong Kong and Thai police officers in the sky like sweeping rabbits.

Just one meeting, more than a dozen people died in Fotai police.

Fortunately, Ma Haotian was quick-witted and took the son of the Eight-faced Buddha to get a glimmer of hope, otherwise they would all die in Fotai.

"Give me a reason."

"Why do you want to surrender to me, and why do I want to accept you?"

Lv Ze asked Su Jianqiu.

"The reason I want to defect to you is very simple."

"I have been an undercover agent for seven years, made contributions and made mistakes. I know very well that after I put on the police uniform, no one on it can make a comeback."

"Everyone in the police force knows that this year, the chances of Deputy Director Guan taking office will be high."

"So I want to bet on you, betting that the West District Police Station will be your world sooner or later, and I can follow the waters and rise."

Su Jianqiu's answer was very straightforward.

"not enough."

Lu Ze shook his head: "You have at least three more words to say."

"Three sentences..."

Su Jianqiu was speechless for a moment. I am afraid that he could go to Lu Ze’s wharf to see the following three sentences.

These three sentences need to be said carefully.

Tell me about my strengths and tell me why Lü Ze cannot refuse.

"I am willing to follow your orders to do things. I will report any information in the anti-drug team. This is something that Huang Wende can't do or can't do."

"Supervisor Huang Wende is an old police superintendent. He has been in charge of the anti-drug department for many years, and his qualifications are even above the Superintendent Cheng."

"He may discuss with you if he has something to do, but he will not obey your orders, and he cannot hold this face down."

"I'm different, I'm nothing, there's no bargaining chip to refuse."

"If you can support me and let me firmly sit in the position of the leader of the anti-drug group, I will do whatever you say, and I will listen to you in the future."

Hearing such words, Lv Ze was silent for a little: "You have two more words to say."

"There is an unwritten rule for the anti-drug team."

"Go out to clean up the drug, sweep it to a kilogram, hand in 800 grams, and the remaining 200 will be sold by us."

"This benefit is only known to veteran police officers who have worked in the anti-drug team for more than three years. Newcomers don't know it, and there is no such dividend."

"At the beginning, it was because of insufficient funds and anti-drug prevention was inseparable from the information of informants. We could only intercept part of the goods to buy informants."

"Of course, saying that's true, because of the lack of supervision, many people spend it themselves, which is considered an invisible salary."

"If you have a conscience, you can buy the informant."

"I have no conscience, betting on horses, betting on football, betting on ** lottery, betting on anything."

This is the first time Lu Ze heard about the secret that Su Jianqiu said.

But he did not doubt the authenticity.

Because every anti-drug operation is responsible for all departments of the anti-drug team.

There are some bulk goods, and drug dealers themselves don’t know the specific quantity.

Moreover, during the operation, drug dealers will also destroy some drugs/products, which makes statistics very difficult.

In this case, no one can find out if there is less product.

“Continue.”

Lu Ze made a gesture: "You have one more thing to say."

“I have confidence in leading the anti-drug team.”

"Not this."

"Supervisor Huang Wende treated me as a chamber pot. He never trusted me. He asked me to be the leader of this anti-drug group. It was just to occupy a place for Ma Haotian. In his heart, I would never be able to compare with Ma Haotian."

"It's not that."

"Zhang Ziwei, I, Ma Haotian, we have been playing since childhood. Awei died and died at the hands of the Eight-faced Buddha. I will not let him go."

"This sentence is not yet."

Lu Ze looked at Su Jianqiu with an scrutiny: "You should know what I want to hear."

With eyes facing each other, Su Jianqiu swallowed and spitted.

Lu Ze didn't urge, and his tone was very calm: "You have been an undercover agent for seven years. When you come back, your grandma doesn't love you and your uncle doesn't love you. You must be very sad."

"As soon as people feel bitter, they want to cry."

"As soon as I cry, I have to say my heart."

Lu Ze lit a cigarette for himself, smiled at Su Jianqiu and said, "I'm not in a hurry. Think about it slowly, think about it, and then talk about it after you understand it."

Su Jianqiu was struggling.

He is not a fool, he has said everything he can say, and the rest is a secret that cannot be told.

Among these secrets, the only thing that interested Lü Ze was probably the phone call in Fotai's operation.

Su Jianqiu was a little hesitant.

Only he and the people from the Eight-faced Buddha knew about this call, how did Lv Ze know about it.

Or, he knew nothing, just had some doubts and was ready to cheat himself?

He looked up at Lu Ze.

Lv Ze leaned on the seat and smoked, relaxed and happy, as if he was enjoying his time off work.

Seeing his expression, Su Jianqiu was even more inaccurate.

It was just a years of undercover career that made him develop a good habit.
To be continued...