Chapter 869 Crime City (IV)

The nightclub was searched because of drug problems, and the internal surveillance naturally fell into the hands of the Korean police.

The next morning, when Jack sent the wanted criminals team to the plane and came to the wide-area search team office next to the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department, Ma Xidao and several colleagues were watching the surveillance in front of the computer screen.

"The picture quality is too bad, I can't even see the face clearly." Ma Xidao just finished complaining, looked up and saw Jack, raised his hand and greeted him.

"Hey, go and pour a cup of tea for the guests. Use good tea imported from China." He asked a younger brother to pour tea for Jack, and personally moved a chair for Jack.

Jack was not polite and sat down at an empty desk, "Did you gain anything?"

Ma Xidao slapped a wanted order on the table, "At least Prosecutor Jin authorized to continue the investigation."

Jack picked up the wanted order and saw that it said "Wanted for smuggling and selling drugs and murder suspects". There was no name or identity, only a sketch based on the surveillance video.

He raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of doubt, "Can we catch someone in Korea like this?"

"Hey, this country has tens of millions of people anyway, how can we catch someone like this?" Ma Xidao scratched his head slightly irritably, and waved to another younger brother, "You, go and bring the nightclub owner here."

The younger brother who was called nodded very respectfully and turned to leave.

Jack took the opportunity to look at this office, an ordinary room of less than 100 square meters, all with open desks, and a monitoring probe installed on a load-bearing column.

It looks not much different from an ordinary police station in China, even the decoration style is similar.

The office doors are all glass doors that can be seen from the outside at a glance, with blue striped stickers in the middle. If the Korean letters on them are replaced with Chinese, there will be no sense of disobedience.

Not long after, the nightclub owner, who had been handcuffed, was escorted into the office with a 2.58 million pace, and sat down in front of Ma Xidao carelessly, with a red mark on his neck from when he grabbed his neck last night.

"Hey, let me ask you again, do you know this person?" Ma Xidao pushed the wanted order in front of him impatiently, his brows furrowed.

"Your employee said that the drugs in his hand were all given by this person. If you don't tell the truth, you will be beaten, you know?"

After a long silence, the nightclub owner finally raised his head and shook his hair, and exhaled heavily through his nose, "It's not that I don't say it, it's that I really don't know."

As he spoke, this guy's voice actually got louder. Originally, Koreans talk like quarrels, but when they speak louder, their attitudes are suddenly different.

"Some bad employees secretly engage in illegal drug activities without telling their bosses. Where can I go to seek justice, what do you think?"

Ma Xidao subconsciously raised his arm, and several criminal police officers watching on the side suddenly became nervous. One of them quickly winked at him, indicating that the surveillance in the office was facing here.

Jack secretly laughed at the side, watching Ma Xidao's fists clenching and unclenching, repeated several times, and finally endured the sigh.

On the other side, the nightclub owner's attitude suddenly became more arrogant, and even Asiba said, "Can you policemen from the Republic of Korea just arrest innocent people for interrogation?

He also threatened me with being beaten. Isn’t this torture to extract a confession? That's why the people scold you! "

Following his words, even Captain Zhang Taishu, who had been busy at his desk, stood up and walked over, smiling and crossing his arms to watch this guy's performance.

This guy was getting more and more excited as he talked. When he saw a young detective serving Jack tea, he subconsciously licked his lips and glared at him while salivating all the time.

"Hey, you, go get me a cup of coffee. You only know how to kowtow to foreigners? Your own people are the foundation, bastard!"

"Ah?" The criminal police brother was stunned, pointed at himself, and looked at his colleagues around him, "Me?"

Captain Zhang Taizhu laughed out loud, "Yes, that's right, I'm talking about you."

The other police officers also laughed, and some pointed at the nightclub owner with their fingers, "This guy is really not afraid of death."

Ma Xidao couldn't help but look at the pillar with the surveillance camera again. This time, Captain Zhang Taizhu became nervous, "Hey, hey, hey, I warned you before, if you block the camera again, you will be punished by the higher-ups."

"What camera?" Jack stood up with a teacup in his hand, walked to the bottom of the pillar with a curious look on his face, stretched out his hand and gently pulled it, and the power cord and plug of the surveillance camera were directly pulled out by him.

"Why do you Korean police have this in their offices? Police are also citizens, and their privacy rights also need to be protected."

"Pah!"

"Plop!"

"Don't mess around. This is not your American FBI. We have rules and regulations!" Captain Zhang Taizhu hurriedly stepped forward to grab the power plug from Jack, and turned back in surprise to look in the direction of the sound.

The nightclub owner fell on the desk next to him with trembling limbs, and there was an exaggerated slap mark on his face.

"Hey, why are you so careless? Is the chair broken? Help him up." Captain Zhang Taizhu waved to the police officers who were watching the excitement next to him. This one is a real acting school.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

"Are you okay, uncle? Cheer up. Why did you fall asleep as soon as you said you would?"

"Help him up, help him up, is he having a stroke?"

"Hey, this is really troublesome." Captain Zhang Taizhu was much taller than Jack. He moved a chair with great difficulty, stood on the chair and plugged the surveillance probe back in.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I'm fine, I'm fine." The nightclub owner was swarmed by the police and helped him back to his seat. His body couldn't stop sliding down the seat, and he clasped his hands together and apologized repeatedly.

"Sit tight for me." Ma Xidao grabbed his clothes impatiently and straightened him up on the chair.

"I was wrong!" The nightclub owner lowered his head like a fool, and his forehead almost hit the desk between the two of them.

Ma Xidao waved his hand very magnanimously, "Then let's start over and talk about the situation."

"This guy is our VIP guest who comes once a week." The nightclub owner seemed to have been given a shot of blood, his voice firm and powerful.

"He was very generous every time he made a move, so I turned a blind eye and pretended I didn't see him casually taking the drunk girls out of the KTV. I was wrong, I'm sorry Smecta!"

"Continue." Ma Xidao took out a pen and paper with a serious look on his face and prepared to record.

The nightclub owner blinked his little eyes several times, his expression stagnant, "That's all."

"I think the position of your surveillance camera is very unreasonable. It needs to be readjusted." Jack reached out to pull the power cord again in a serious manner.

"I'm here to help. Your FBI experience is very useful. I'll find a ladder and I can adjust it slowly." Captain Drama Queen began to look around, as if there was a real ladder in the office.

"Wait, wait, please." The nightclub owner screamed like a slaughtering pig and hugged Ma Xidao's half-raised arm.

Ma Xidao looked at him coldly, then slowly sat back down, "Then you continue?"

"Along with him is a guy named Guangzhi. They are both Japanese and Korean. They have been peddling that kind of drug in our area since last year.

It was really because of their generosity that I let them in. Our nightclub really does not sell drugs. This is all true, I swear! By the way, I know that there is a high-end bar that also sells this. The owner’s surname is Zheng. "

The nightclub owner was so frightened that tears and snot bubbled from his nose. He pulled Ma Xidao's sleeve and cried and begged.

Even a fool would not believe that someone who does not sell drugs knows so clearly, but now is not the time to care about it. Ma Xidao continued to ask, "Where is that kid now?"

"He's either in Gangnam or Incheon. I don't know his specific whereabouts. I have his phone number on my phone." The nightclub owner looked at Ma Xidao helplessly. It wasn't until he nodded slightly that he sat back in his chair as if he had been granted amnesty.

Ma Xidao put away his notepad and stuffed it into his pocket, stood up and waved to the nightclub owner, "OK, take the person away, and contact the communications company to find Guangzhi's whereabouts. I will handle the bar here in Seoul, but who will go to Incheon?" "

Captain Zhang Taizhu had no consciousness of being a leader, so he let Ma Xidao finish his arrangements and quickly volunteered, "I'll take them to Incheon. You and the FBI can handle it here."

"Are you sure?" Ma Xidao looked at his always-unfazed captain with some surprise, then looked at Jack, "OK, let's do it this way."