Chapter 2799

The Ma Ju Bridge Police Station was converted from a row of civilian houses, probably with over ten rooms. The one on the far left, against the wall, was the chief's office.

At this moment, Chief Li Feng was squatting under the windowsill smoking a cigarette. Seeing a minivan drive in, although it had civilian license plates, one glance at the plate told him it was from the criminal investigation team.

The minivan sped over, screeched to a halt, the doors opened, and Zhao Hong and several criminal investigators got out.

Li Feng stood up and asked: "Captain Zhao, why did you come in person? Is there a major case?"

"Let's talk in your office." Zhao Hong didn't stop, pushed open Li Feng's office door and walked in.

The office wasn't large, a dilapidated desk with severe peeling paint stood in the middle of the room. Against the wall behind the door, several similarly peeling stools were placed.

"Captain Zhao, please sit!" Li Feng brought out his own chair.

"The matter is urgent, I won't sit." Zhao Hong waved his hand: "I need to ask you about a few people."

Seeing Zhao Hong's serious tone, Li Feng's expression changed: "Who do you want to know about?"

Zhao Hong spat out two names: "Yang Aiming and Wang Hu!"

Li Feng frowned: "What crime did these two bastards commit?"

Zhao Hong's eyes narrowed: "Are you familiar with these two people?"

Li Feng smiled: "The only song and dance hall in our town belongs to Wang Hu, and Yang Aiming hangs out with Yang Hu, so I couldn't possibly be unfamiliar with them."

Zhao Hong's tone turned cold: "You won't have any dealings with them, will you?"

"Impossible!" Li Feng shook his head vigorously, then hesitated before saying: "Wang Hu follows Big Tooth, his roots are in the municipal bureau. Moreover, Wang Hu appears honest on the surface, and no one dares to cause trouble in his song and dance hall, so he really hasn't come to me for anything."

Li Feng was also a veteran policeman; Zhao Hong couldn't tell for a moment whether he was lying. To avoid leaking information, Zhao Hong decided to keep Li Feng nearby and stopped questioning him.

"Chief Li!" Zhao Hong said in a deep voice: "Since we don't know much about Yang Aiming, we hope you can bring a few people to assist us in the arrest."

Li Feng opened his mouth, wanting to ask what case it was, but the words died on his lips. He naturally wasn't foolish; his earlier remarks had already aroused Zhao Hong's suspicion. If he asked again, and they failed to catch the suspect, a big blame would surely fall on him.

"No problem, I'll go call people now." Li Feng turned and left the office.

Zhao Hong gave a look to the two criminal investigators behind him; they nodded slightly, turned, and followed out.

Inside the office, a criminal investigator whispered: "Captain Zhao, do you suspect Chief Li has a problem?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Zhao Hong shook his head slightly: "After all, this case is too big, being cautious does no harm."

"Captain Zhao, everything is ready." Li Feng returned: "At this time, the song and dance hall should be open; if nothing unexpected happens, Yang Aiming should be there."

Zhao Hong frowned: "Arresting Yang Aiming can't be done openly; if he's in the song and dance hall, that would be tricky."

Li Feng thought for a moment and said: "Find a reason to go check out the song and dance hall."

"Alright!" Zhao Hong said to one of the criminal investigators beside him: "Old Qian, you go with the police station comrades to check out the song and dance hall, and by the way, get to know Wang Hu."

"Yes!" Old Qian wasn't very old, about twenty-eight or twenty-nine. Though not tall, whether standing or walking, one could tell at a glance he was a soldier.

"Bian Zhihai, Hu Yun, you and the criminal investigation team comrades go to the song and dance hall for a trip, see if Yang Aiguo is there."

"Yes!" The two responded, turned, and walked toward the nearby parked sidecar.

Old Qian directly sat in the sidecar, Bian Zhihai rode the motorcycle, Hu Yun sat in the back, and they puttered out of the police station gate.

Not yet arrived at the song and dance hall, a car horn sounded from behind; a Santana sped past beside them. Immediately after, the Santana slowed down, and in the blink of an eye, a motorcycle chased up.

The Santana's window was open, a long face poked out: "Comrade Bian, Comrade Hu, where are you going? On a mission?"

Bian Zhihai and Hu Yun's faces changed simultaneously, but instantly returned to normal. Bian Zhihai laughed and said: "Yang Aiming, you motherfucker, where did you get this car? Didn't you steal it?"

This guy still had some brains, directly pointing out Yang Aiming's identity, avoiding misunderstanding for Old Qian due to Yang Aiming's "Comrade Bian, Comrade Hu" remark.

"Comrade Bian, don't talk nonsense." Yang Aiming said with a silly grin: "I'm a law-abiding citizen; this car belongs to our boss."

Old Qian leaned toward Hu Yun and asked: "How far is it to the song and dance hall?"

"Not far!" Hu Yun glanced at the Santana still driving alongside: "Less than a kilometer."

"Damn it!" Old Qian muttered under his breath, then said to Bian Zhihai: "Cut in, make the arrest."

Bian Zhihai hesitated for a moment, then twisted the throttle; the motorcycle roared and shot out. Immediately after, he twisted the handlebars, and the motorcycle wedged in front of the Santana.

"Damn!" Yang Aiming was startled into a loud shout, his foot stomped hard on the accelerator. Fortunately, the speed wasn't high, the Santana screeched to a halt. This guy reflexively opened his mouth to curse, but upon seeing the police uniforms on Bian Zhihai, Hu Yun, and Old Qian, the words on the tip of his tongue were swallowed hard.

"Comrade Bian, Comrade Hu!" Yang Aiming pushed open the car door and got out, dissatisfiedly saying: "How dare you ride a motorcycle? If it weren't for my good driving skills, I'd have really hit you, and I'd be terribly wronged."

Old Qian walked over smiling and stopped in front of Yang Aiming: "Are you Yang Aiming?"

Yang Aiming was startled, nodded and said: "Yeah, what's the problem?"

"More than just a problem, it's a serious one." Old Qian's words fell, he reached out and grabbed Yang Aiming's arm, stepped forward, twisted his arm behind his back, then pressed his other hand on this guy's head and slammed it hard against the car body.

With a bang, Yang Aiming's head buzzed; before he could even understand what was happening, he was shoved into the car. Then handcuffs were produced, and Yang Aiming was cuffed.

Old Qian shouted: "Old Wu, drive, back to the police station."

At this moment, Old Wu was already seated in the driver's cabin; he pressed the accelerator, jerked the steering wheel to the limit. The Santana's wheels emitted a sharp screech, and it quickly turned around and headed back.

Zhao Hong and Li Feng stood at the office door, chatting and smoking while waiting for investigation news. They never expected that in less than ten minutes, a Santana would rush into the compound, closely followed by Bian Zhihai on his motorcycle entering the yard.

Li Feng wore a look of astonishment: "You caught someone this fast?"

The Santana and the sidecar came to a stop; Old Qian got out of the car, grabbed the neck of the "little devil," and pulled him down from the vehicle. By now, this guy still had a dazed look on his face.

"Leader... leader!" The "little devil" stammered: "What crime did I commit? Why are you arresting me?"

Old Qian kicked the "little devil" in the buttocks, sending him stumbling: "Damn it, what crime did you commit? Don't you know in your own heart?"