Chapter 196 The Butcher's Cunning, Lin Tian Confirmed the Pastor's Portrait!

at the same time.

In the Qingyang Criminal Investigation Brigade in Taicang City.

The criminal portrait experts who were mobilized as quickly as possible were using Fang Yuwei's description in the mediation room to create the closest portrait of the boss in their impression.

Although it can be inferred from the current details...

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The boss who had met Fang Yuwei and Bomb was most likely not the real K, but the priest, the veteran of the drug trafficking organization who had been instructed by K to come for him.

But if the original identity of the priest can be determined through criminal portraits, it will undoubtedly be extremely valuable.

After all, based on K’s caution.

If even Explosive Bomb has never seen his true face, then it is estimated that the members who later joined this drug trafficking organization, except Qiangwei who knows how to make human skin masks, are even less likely to have seen him.

So in this case.

There is a high probability that the priest who has met K, and even disguised himself as K after receiving the order, met with the explosive bomb and lured him into the organization, has undoubtedly become an important figure.

If the priest can be broken through, it will undoubtedly bring unprecedented results.

Later, we can follow the priest's line and dig out the founder of this drug trafficking organization, that is, K.

It can be said that in this drug trafficking organization, people like Qiangwei, Bomb, and Butcher are nothing more than thugs with high criminal IQs who are used to develop the drug supply chain.

K is the truly irreplaceable core of the entire drug trafficking organization, and has huge channels for purchasing high-purity drugs.

He even combined his outstanding hacking skills and always maintained a cautious attitude to notify the police of arrests several times in advance. This allowed him to hide the organization for several years and establish a huge drug trafficking and distribution network.

If Qu Pengfei and Zhou Shirui had not been exposed one after another, perhaps this drug trafficking organization could have continued to hide and become a cancer deeply stationed in the black zone of the Dragon Kingdom.

An hour later.

After revising seven or eight pages of the portrait, I finally got Fang Yuwei's approval. It was confirmed that there was basically no big difference between the appearance of Uncle Jiang in my memory.

Lin Tian took the A4 paper handed over by Tang Yong, a well-known master of criminal portraits in the Dragon Kingdom, took a serious look at the appearance of the priest in Fang Yuwei's memory, and then sighed.

"Director Tang, thank you for your hard work."

"It's really troublesome for you to come here in such a hurry just to draw a portrait of a criminal like this."

Tang Yong, who was already in his sixties, put away his reading glasses and shook his head.

"Don't say such things."

"As long as I'm not an old fool and can still pick up a paintbrush, as long as you don't think I'm outdated, old man, I can only use paper to draw portraits, and I don't even know how to use a tablet."

"to be honest......"

at this time.

Tang Yong slowly stopped what he was doing and looked at Lin Tian very seriously. His slightly cloudy pupils were full of determination and he spoke slowly.

"Actually, I really wish you could come to me."

"I have been working as a criminal investigator for half my life and helped arrest hundreds of criminals. I am asked to put these things aside and retire immediately. I am really not used to it."

"I can't even see...the criminals who should have been shot long ago are still running around in the dark, having fun and enjoying themselves, trampling the laws of our Dragon Kingdom under their feet."

Silence for two seconds.

Tang Yong sighed deeply, as if he was lamenting that he was no longer young, and even more so that he was somewhat behind the times.

But his sincere heart to hunt criminals has never changed.

Whether he is twenty years old, forty years old, or now nearly seventy years old, he still dedicates his light and heat.

As soon as he received Lin Tian's call, he rushed to the Qingyang Criminal Investigation Brigade without hesitation.

Suppressing all the thoughts in his heart, Tang Yong waved to Lin Tian, ​​continued to organize his painting work, and signaled slowly.

"Okay, Xiaotian."

"Hurry up and compare in the household registration system to see if there are any similar portraits. If this criminal can be found, then this case can be ended as soon as possible."

Hear these words.

Lin Tian nodded immediately, saluted Tang Yong, and then went to the Criminal Investigation Technology Section with Huang Qiang to start the portrait comparison immediately.

Although normally, it is difficult to find the real criminal suspect in the household registration database by relying solely on the narration and impression of the witness.

But no matter whether you have a chance to find it or not, you must try as much as possible.

Faced with this kind of drug trafficking organization whose whereabouts are extremely hidden, no matter what means are used, we must try our best.

Not to mention, in the past, the criminal portraits painted by Tang Yong were directly compared to the household registration database to identify the murderer.

Because of this.

Lin Tiancai specially asked Tang Yong, who was already in his sixties, to come overnight just to determine the true identity of the pastor as much as possible.

...

now.

While Lin Tian and others were comparing household registrations, they were trying to find out the true identity of the priest.

Inside the Suzhou Railway Station.

The current time is 6:52, and the train departing from Suzhou to Shanghai at 7 o'clock has already started routine ticket inspection.

This kind of ticket check when entering the platform does not require face verification again. You only need to swipe your ID card to confirm that you have the seat for this train.

"drop-"

"drop--"

"drop---"

...

The warning sounds of the platform gate opening rang out one after another.

Many office workers who need to commute across cities, some in suits and some in work clothes, basically passed through the gates despite mental fatigue, and walked towards the designated platform quite familiarly.

Among the crowd of people who passed through the ticket gate to the platform.

The butcher, wearing a black suit and carrying a briefcase, was unfamiliar with the location of the platform passage, but he followed the flow of people and walked along, making him inconspicuous.

Or rather.

No one paid attention to him at all. He was surrounded by office workers who were exhausted from commuting across cities and just wanted to sit down and catch up on sleep.

But despite this, the butcher, who seemed to be looking ahead, always used his peripheral vision or other small movements to observe the situation around him to determine whether he was exposed.

At the same time.

He also deliberately got close to other passengers beside him to ensure that if his identity was exposed, he could take hostages as soon as possible to fight for his tiny chance of escape.

Two minutes later.

The butcher walked to the platform, looked at the train consisting of two EMUs, and took out his phone to check all the ticket information again.

When the broadcast reminded that the train was about to arrive at the station.

The butcher raised his cold eyes, glanced at the white EMU head not far away, and then gave up his current seat.

He walked to the No. 14 carriage farther away without hesitation...