The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 157 - : 157: Strong alliance to capture drug traffickers

Chapter 157: 157: Strong alliance to capture drug traffickers

Jiang Zhi didn’t say anything, closed the file, took a pen from the car, and wrote a string of numbers on the paper: “The numbers he gave to Zhou Xufang.”

Qiao Nanchu looked at the numbers.

Jiang Zhi asked, “What do they mean?”

He pondered, “If they’re not transaction information, they should be identity codes.”

To understand what they specifically meant, he needed to investigate.

Jiang Zhi took a document from the back seat: “This is the invitation list for the premiere and the internal staff for the event; there should be someone from that gang among them.”

Qiao Nanchu glanced through it but before he finished looking, his mobile phone rang.

It was a call from the station. He listened for half a minute, hung up, and then asked Jiang Zhi, “When is Zhou Xufang going to pay the ransom?”

Jiang Zhi said, “Tomorrow, at seven o’clock in the evening.”

Qiao Nanchu took a cigarette from the pack and held it between his fingers, “I know why they’re waiting for tomorrow.”

Jiang Zhi didn’t speak, waiting for him to continue.

“Because they think that 0893 leaked the transaction information,” he shared with Jiang Zhi the content of the call he had just taken, “The intelligence section received a message that a shipment from the Golden Triangle is coming to Imperial City.”

The goods from the Golden Triangle were about to arrive, and a trade would soon take place. Just at this time, 0893 was exposed, and those people would naturally suspect that it was the information about this trade that had been leaked.

So, they were holding Zhou Xufang hostage, waiting for the trade to be completed, before releasing her, so as to not blow things up or risk her spilling any secrets.

Jiang Zhi half-closed her eyes, and beneath her sunglasses, her eyelashes hung quietly: “Which is to say, their transaction is scheduled before I go to pay the ransom.”

Qiao Nanchu snapped his fingers: “Bingo.”

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Now onto the so-called ‘C position pig’ who was ‘worshipped by a crowd’ — Zhou Xufang.

She was brought to a slaughterhouse, a large one, with an overly keen sense of smell, she caught the blood scent of the poultry and meat from afar. When she arrived, the butcher was slaughtering pigs; a particularly sturdy one was resisting death, breaking free from the butcher, and running amok.

The butcher and his wife, one with a knife and the other with a pole, chased after the pig. Of course, they couldn’t overpower a strong, fat pig.

The butcher grew angry and roared at his wife, “What’s going on? Didn’t you drug this beast?”

His wife, red-faced from the chase, said, “I was so busy I forgot.”

The butcher cursed, ‘useless woman,’ then shouted for his apprentices, “Come over here and help me hold it down.”

Then, several strong men surrounded the pig, which struggled, of course. The men beat it with sticks until it fell down, and the butcher injected the pig with a syringe.

In the end, the pig was immobilized, ready to be butchered.

Throughout the whole process, Zhou Xufang watched intently, thinking, Are they going to slaughter me the same way?

After that, four men lifted each corner of the cage, carrying Zhou Xufang down just like they would with a pig.

Hong San kicked the iron chain on her cage, “Haven’t you seen a pig being killed before?”

She hadn’t.

So pigs are to be drugged before being slaughtered.

Zhou Xufang decided that from that moment on, she wouldn’t eat a single morsel.

Hong San was pleased with the panicked and frightened expression she showed, but it wasn’t enough. He squatted down and threatened her inside the cage, “If you dare play any tricks, I’ll butcher you just like that.”

Zhou Xufang blinked rapidly, trying to cry, but no tears would come; she could only dryly pretend, “I daren’t…”

Hong San stood up and ordered his minions, “Carry her in.”

Then, they confined Zhou Xufang and seven pigs in a pen; she was in a cage, but the seven pigs were not. They seemed curious about her cage, surrounding it and grunting at her.

A slaughterhouse was different from a pig farm; besides pig pens, there were enclosures for chickens, ducks, and geese, all encircling Zhou Xufang’s ‘territory.’

Zhou Xufang: “…”

Ah, it stinks!

Hong San watched Zhou Xufang from outside the pig pen with a disdainful glance usually reserved for pigs, then his phone rang, and he walked away to answer it.

Zhou Xufang held her breath and strained to listen.

“Brother Hua.”

Hua Jun?

On the other end of the phone was a man who said, “Prepare two boxes of pieces for me.”

In the underworld, firearms were referred to as “pieces.”

Zhou Xufang recognized the voice; it was indeed Hua Jun.

Hong San asked, “When should I pick up the goods?”

“Wrap things up by seven o’clock tomorrow evening. Have everything ready half an hour before.”

“Rest assured.”

After hanging up the phone, Hong San called over Ah Wang and a few brothers, “I’m stepping out for a bit; you guys keep a good watch.”

“Got it, Brother San.”

Hong San left. By midnight, he had not returned.

Among the guards, Ah Wan was the most cautious. He never took his eyes off the hostages in the pigpen. Midway, he took a phone call, leaving the others to chat for a bit and start dozing off. Before long, the hacker with thick glasses and thinning hair sitting in front of the computer monitoring the system lay down as well.

The opportunity had arrived.

Zhou Xufang twisted open the cage, carefully avoided the chains, and squeezed out, stepping over two pigs to exit the pigpen. She moved quietly to the computer and entered a link.

She typed slowly and lightly, “Shuangjiang, it’s me.”

Shuangjiang replied, “I’m here.”

“Tomorrow night at seven, those guys have a deal. I don’t know the location yet.” There was no time to waste, so Zhou Xufang got straight to the point, “Pass the message to Jiang Zhi. Tell him to inform the Drug Enforcement Team.”

Shuangjiang responded affirmatively, “I’ve sent the link. Click into it, and I’ll take control of this computer.” He needed to erase Zhou Xufang’s operational records.

“Okay.”

Zhou Xufang clicked on the link, and immediately codes began to scroll on the computer screen.

Shuangjiang asked, “Can you get Hong San’s mobile?”

“I’ll try.”

In the small window at the bottom-right, the font changed, and three words came through: “Zhou Xufang.”

Shuangjiang never addressed her by her full name.

Zhou Xufang stared at those three words for a few seconds, “Jiang Zhi?”

“It’s me.”

He wanted her to back off, to get out. The words were on the tip of his tongue, but all that came out were two words, “Be careful.”

Zhou Xufang replied, “Okay.”

Afterward, Shuangjiang remotely controlled the computer, leaving nothing for Zhou Xufang to do. She crept back to the pigpen, fearing that the guards might wake up.

Just as she squeezed back into the cage, she saw a cup on the table. It belonged to Hong San; old habits die hard, soaking goji berries. She crouched in the cage for a while, then slipped back out.

That afternoon, the butcher’s wife had put some drug in the pig feed. By morning, they were set to slaughter these seven pigs. Zhou Xufang squatted by the trough, rummaging through the feed, and indeed, found a half-dissolved pill.

She crushed the pill and tossed it into the cup with the soaking goji berries.

Late into the night, Hong San returned. Thanks to that half pill, he slept soundly, oblivious to his phone being taken from his pocket.

The next day, early evening at six.

Jiang Zhi sat waiting for a call, asking Ah Wan, “Is the money ready?”

“It’s all set.” Ah Wan showed a face full of concern for the people, “Boss, are you really going alone?”

“Yep.”

Going alone, he was too precious a target, too dangerous.

Ah Wan was very anxious.

On the table, finally, there was some activity on the mobile phone Hong San had sent over.

Jiang Zhi immediately answered, “You can send over the actual deal location now.”

The address given previously was fake; they wouldn’t be foolish enough to reveal the exchange location from the get-go.

On the phone, Hong San’s voice was rough, “Seven o’clock, North Coast Pier. Come alone.”