Chapter 1254: Assault Team

Night.

Amidst the glitz and glamour, the lives of many were just beginning.

9:00 PM.

The street where the "Flying" bar was located was already bustling with crowds. There were over a dozen similar bars nearby, each with its own unique features, but in terms of foot traffic, the "Flying" bar in the center remained the most popular.

In fact, the bar street here had flourished precisely because of the "Flying" bar. Cai Dachui, who had initially invested in this place, had only intended to launder money and pick up women; he never expected the bar to take off first. This was also the source of his confidence in not returning to the country for so long.

Furthermore, the people he kept at the bar made Cai Dachui's style of conduct increasingly unrestrained. Under these circumstances, he became less accustomed to the domestic environment, so he intentionally shifted his business outward.

But whether viewed from the perspective of smuggling, bar management, or team administration, Cai Dachui could be considered quite successful.

Sitting at the entrance of the Flying bar, Cai Dachui held a glass of wine, smiling broadly at the guests coming and going, his expression composed and full of confidence.

"They're here." Seeing the face of a Chinese man wearing a small suit, Cai Dachui first gave a reminder to the subordinates beside him with a smile.

The two subordinates understood immediately and walked toward him. After saying a few brief words, they began to frisk him.

Li Haochen stood at the street corner, his arms spread and legs apart, forming a "big" shape. He looked past the frisking bodyguards and across the crowd at Cai Dachui.

Cai Dachui met his gaze, and neither gave way for over ten seconds before Cai Dachui smiled, raised his glass, and toasted Li Haochen in salute.

"Your eye is truly sharp; you recognized him at a glance from so far away." The subordinate skillfully offered flattery to Cai Dachui.

"In business, no matter what kind of business, those who stand out will be very confident, understand? This kind of confidence cannot be faked." Cai Dachui pointed his chin toward Li Haochen's direction and said slowly, "Don't look at this guy as if he's quite young; bringing only one subordinate to break into Malaysia—this kind of confidence is not something an ordinary person has."

"It is indeed a bit different." The subordinate sized up Li Haochen's appearance, feeling only that wearing such a small suit to a bar street was a bit pretentious, but he had to admit that the man's physique was truly excellent. The look of a "little wolf dog" was fully highlighted by this outfit. He could even imagine this kid wreaking havoc in the bar.

Cai Dachui, however, smiled: "You don't understand what I mean."

What Cai Dachui recalled was the scene when he first arrived in Malaysia. At that time, he was also a small-to-medium-sized smuggler at Li Zhekai's level, just wanting to move up but not knowing how.

When he first came to Malaysia, Cai Dachui was very uneasy. After all, it was a place where he was a stranger. Although he had guns, others had guns and people too.

Despite this, Cai Dachui still had more confidence than the average Malaysian smuggler. Initially, it was because he had the Chinese market to lean on, and later, it was his investments in the local Malaysian area.

From a certain perspective, Cai Dachui's willingness to meet with Li Zhekai was born from the idea of mentoring a junior. It was mainly because, during their chats, many of Li Zhekai's words had struck a chord with Cai Dachui.

"Brother Chui." Li Haochen passed the bodyguards' inspection, walked through the crowd, and greeted him with a pleasant remark upon meeting.

Since they had already met, there was no need to pretend to be reserved. As the saying goes, one doesn't hit a smiling face. Li Haochen's mission was only to confirm that Cai Dachui was present and to stall him.

Of course, the risk was still not small. The ones cooperating were not his own police team. Not to mention the life-threatening problems like having a mole, even a single delay could turn Li Haochen into a "delivery to the door."

"Anzi, right? You look quite young." Cai Dachui scrutinized Li Haochen, then laughed aloud: "Give my brother a whiskey! Dazhao."

The bartender immediately took a chilled glass and a hand-carved ice ball, poured a double shot of whiskey, and handed it to Li Haochen.

Li Haochen downed it in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and handed it back to the bartender.

The bartender poured, and Li Haochen downed it again.

Only with the third glass did Li Haochen hold it in his hand and toast Cai Dachui.

"Refreshing!" Cai Dachui laughed heartily, feeling that this Li Zhekai was incredibly to his taste, and couldn't help but down his own in one gulp as well.

The two didn't speak, just toasted each other glass after glass, until they were slightly tipsy, and then began to chat with mutual admiration.

Li Haochen talked about the domestic situation, and Cai Dachui talked about the characteristics of Malaysia. For a time, the two chatted quite congenially.

Cai Dachui appeared increasingly happy and beckoned the bartender over: "Go and get that bottle of 70s vintage wine I have stored."

"Yes." The bartender couldn't help but glance at Li Haochen and hurried to do it.

Cai Dachui smiled at Li Haochen again: "By chance, I managed to buy two bottles of 70s vintage wine. I had people authenticate them several times, and they were confirmed to be genuine, but I just couldn't bear to drink them... Speaking of which, there's a story behind this batch of old wine..."

He spoke with slight exaggeration, just to increase the preciousness of the item and facilitate the exchange.

Li Haochen, meanwhile, breathed a sigh of relief inwardly. He had only finished reading Cai Dachui's file on the flight over, and regarding the smuggling situation in Guangdong Province, he had only learned about it through a temporary phone call with local anti-smuggling officers. If the conversation continued, he feared he would be exposed. Cai Dachui's state at this moment was just right, so he took the opportunity to flatter him.

At the same time, the special police organized by the Malaysian police had quietly surrounded the "Flying" bar.

Cai Dachui had been operating here for a long time; he had people, guns, and was familiar with the terrain. Coupled with the fact that the bar was built with self-preservation in mind, it was easy to get into a fight.

If it weren't for Jiang Yuan's request, the Malaysian police might have used other methods to make the arrest.

However, today, knowing that Jiang Yuan was watching them from thousands of kilometers away, the Malaysian police could not show weakness no matter what.

They also wanted to prove it to Jiang Yuan.

It was not just for more win-win cooperation in the future, but also for the honor and dignity of the Malaysian police themselves. It was just like when the Chinese side cooperated with foreign sides; even if they were the benefiting party, they still tried their best to prove themselves.

Without dignity, how could one talk about a successful victory!

Malaysian special police in black tactical gear, holding Glocks, MP5s, and M4A1s, arrived at the bar street in civilian vehicles, suddenly opened the doors, pushed through the bewildered crowd, and headed straight for the Flying bar.

This Royal Police Special Action Force, established in 1969 and known as the 69 Commando, was trained in its early years by the British Special Air Service (SAS). It was a battalion-level unit composed of four infantry squadrons, fully equipped, and used not only to assist the police but more for counter-terrorism, jungle warfare, and so on.

If competing with special forces around the world, Malaysia's 69 Commando might not be very prominent, but to arrest a group of smugglers, the armed-to-the-teeth 69 Assault Team would appear very sudden.

Cai Dachui, who had drunk some wine, had just managed to stand up when he was smashed on the head with a black gun butt.

Li Haochen was also pressed backhand onto the bar counter, without the slightest bit of preferential treatment.

But the inner satisfaction had already filled Li Haochen's heart, making him feel no pain at all.

"You caught the wrong person!" Cai Dachui struggled. He hadn't heard any gunshots and felt there was still hope.

The person pressing him didn't speak, just feeling he was noisy, and gave him a hard gun butt.

At this moment, a special police officer with his long gun pointed at the ground arrived in front of Cai Dachui. At the front of the matte-colored M4A1, there was a silencer.

Cai Dachui, who was trying his best to straighten his waist, was suddenly stunned.

What the hell? Why would a team with silencers want to deal with him? Is this the police or smugglers disguised as police?

"Director Jiang, this is the bandit leader Cai Dachui." A Malaysian police officer suddenly spoke in Chinese.

Cai Dachui couldn't help but look up, only to see a mobile phone pressed against his face.

"It is indeed Cai Dachui. Thank you for your hard work." Jiang Yuan replied from the other side of the video. He had photos of Cai Dachui from previous years and, with a forensic expert's eye, identified him.

"It is our honor to be able to arrest the bandit leader Cai Dachui for you." The Malaysian police officer's tone was polite yet tinged with pride, and within that pride, a touch of courtesy.

Only Cai Dachui was extremely terrified: "What bandit leader? How am I a bandit leader?"

"Make him shut up." The Malaysian police officer gave the order coldly, then fawned over the person on the virtual screen: "Director Jiang, do you have any other requirements? If needed, we can help you interrogate him here, or we can send him to you tomorrow?"

"We will come to pick him up ourselves. Thank you very much." Jiang Yuan smiled.

"Are you coming over? Oh, oh, you are indeed quite busy. Then, let's do this: we will first detain the bandit leader Cai Dachui with the 69 Commando. The special police team's guard is tight, so it won't be easy for problems to arise."

"That would be best. Thank you, thank you." Jiang Yuan thanked him again.

The Malaysian police officer kept saying: "You are too polite."

Cai Dachui lifted his bleeding head in a daze: "What bandit leader? Where is there a bandit leader..."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1255 =====