night.

With the bright lights and wine, many people's lives have just begun.

9 o'clock.

The street where the "Flying" bar is located is already crowded with people. There are more than a dozen similar bars nearby, each with their own characteristics, but in terms of traffic, the "Flying" bar in the center is the most popular.

In fact, the bar street here was flourishing with the "Flying" bar. Cai Dachui, who first invested here, originally wanted to launder money and pick up girls, but he never thought that the bar would start first, which was also his confidence that he would not return to China for a long time.

In addition, the people who were kept in the bar also made Cai Daichui's style of doing things more and more unrestrained. In this case, he was not very adaptable to the domestic environment, so he deliberately turned his business outward.

But whether from the perspective of smuggling, from the perspective of bar management, or from the perspective of team management, Cai Dahui has been quite successful.

Sitting at the entrance of the Flying Bar, Cai Dachui brought a glass of wine and smiled at the guests entering and leaving with a smile, with a calm expression and full of confidence.

"Here you." When I saw the face of a Chinese man in a small suit, Cai Daichui first smiled and reminded his subordinates around him.

The two men understood it and immediately walked towards him, said a few simple words, and then began to search.

Li Haochen stood at the corner of the street, spreading his hands and legs apart, forming a large font, crossing the bodyguards, and looking at Cai Dachu across the group of people.

Cai Daichui looked at him and refused to let each other aside for more than ten seconds before Cai Daichui smiled and raised his glass to pay tribute to Li Haochen.

"Your vision is so good. You can recognize it at a glance from such a distance." His subordinate skillfully flattered Cai Daechui.

"Working business, no matter what business you do, you will be very confident and understand. You can't pretend to be confident." Cai Dachui pointed Li Haochen's direction with his chin and said slowly: "Don't look young, just take a subordinate to the big horse. This confidence is not ordinary people."

"It's really a bit different." His subordinate looked at Li Haochen, and only felt that he was wearing such a small suit when he came to the bar street, but he had to admit that he had a really good figure, and he looked like a little wolf dog, and was all shown by this outfit. He could even imagine that this kid was killing all over the bar.

Cai Daechui smiled, "You don't understand what I mean."

What Cai Daechui recalled was the scene when he first came to Malaysia. At that time, he was also a small and medium-sized smuggler of Li Zhekai's level. He wanted to go up but didn't know what to do.

When he first came to Malaysia, Cai Dahui was still very nervous. After all, it was a place that was unfamiliar with people. Although he had guns, others had guns.

Despite this, Cai Dahui is still more confident than ordinary Malaysian smugglers. At first, it was because he was backed by the Chinese market and later invested in Malaysia.

From a certain perspective, Cai Dahui was willing to meet Li Zhekai because he was the idea of ​​supporting his younger generations. It was mainly because during the chat, many of Li Zhekai's words were talked about Cai Dahui's heart.

"Brother Hammer." Li Haochen passed through the crowd after being inspected by the bodyguards. The meeting sounded good.

We have already met, so there is no need to act reserved anymore. As the saying goes, don’t hit people with a smile, Li Haochen’s mission is just to confirm that Cai Dachui himself is present and hold Cai Dachui back.

Of course, the risk is still not small, and the ones who cooperate with their own police force. Not to mention that they have internal ghosts or other fatal problems, it is even a delay that Li Haochen may become a home delivery.

"Anzi, right? You look young." Cai Daechui looked at Li Haochen and then laughed: "Give my brother a cup of whiskey! Da Mahjong."

The bartender immediately took the frozen cup and hand-sharpened ice hockey, poured double portions of whiskey, and handed it to Li Haochen.

Li Haochen drank it all in one sip, wiped his mouth, and handed it back to the bartender.

The bartender poured the wine and Li Haochen drank it all again.

In the third cup, Li Haochen held it in his hand and raised his glass to Cai Dahui to signal.

"Happy!" Cai Dahui laughed, feeling that Li Zhekai was extremely interested in his appetite, and he couldn't help but drink it all in one go.

The two of them didn't say anything, just for several cups of each cup, then they pursed their lips and started chatting with each other with a little bit of drunkenness.

Li Haochen talked about the current situation in China and Cai Dahui talked about the characteristics of Malaysia. The two of them had a very good conversation for a while.

Cai Daechui became more and more happy, and waved to the bartender again: "Go and take the bottle of old wine from the 1970s that I saved."

"Yes." The bartender couldn't help but look at Li Haochen and hurriedly went to do it.

Cai Daechui smiled at Li Haochen again and said, "By chance, I asked me to buy two bottles of old wine from the 1970s. I found someone to identify it several times, and it was confirmed that it was correct, but I just couldn't bear to drink it... Speaking of which, there is a story about this batch of old wine..."

What he said was a little exaggerated, just to increase the valuable attributes of objects and facilitate communication.

Li Haochen secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He had just finished reading Cai Dahui's information on the way over. Regarding the smuggling situation in Guangdong Province, he even contacted the local anti-smuggling agents by phone and learned that if he continued to talk, he would probably have to reveal his feelings. Cai Dahui was in a good state at this time, so he followed the trend and spoke with Cai Dahui.

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

Cai Daechui has been operating here for a long time. Some people have guns and are familiar with the terrain. In addition, they have the intention of protecting themselves at the beginning of the bar construction, so it is easy to get together.

If it weren't for Jiang Yuan's request, the Malaysian police would probably have changed to another way to arrest people.

However, today, even though we know that Jiang Yuan is watching him thousands of kilometers away, the Malaysian police cannot show their fear no matter what.

They also want to prove it to Jiang Yuan.

It is not only for more win-win cooperation in the future, but also the honor and dignity of the Malaysian police. This is just like when China cooperates with foreign parties. Even if it is the benefit side, it still tries its best to prove itself.

Victory without dignity cannot be said to be successful!

The special police officer in a black combat uniform, holding a Glock, MP5 and M4A1, drove to the bar street in a civil car, suddenly opened the car door, passed through the confused crowd, and headed straight to the speeding bar.

This Royal Police Special Police Force, established in 1969, is called the 69 Special Forces. It was trained by the British Special Air Service Regiment in its early years. It is a battalion-level unit composed of four infantry squadrons. It is fully equipped and is not only used to assist the police, but also to counter-terrorism, jungle warfare, etc.

If we fight with special forces around the world, Malaysia's 69 special forces may not be visible, but if we capture a group of smugglers, the 69 commando armed to the teeth will appear very sudden.

After drinking some wine, Cai Dachui had just stood up when he was hit on his head by a black butt.

Li Haochen was also pressed on the bar with his backhand, without any preferential treatment.

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

"You have caught the wrong person!" Cai Dachui struggled. He did not hear the gunshots, and he felt that there was still hope.

The person who pressed him did not say anything, but felt it was noisy and gave him a pot.

At this moment, a special policeman pointed his gun at the ground and came to Cai Daechui. The front end of the matte M4A1 was a silencer.

Cai Dachui, who was trying his best to stand up, was shocked.

What's the thing? Why are there teams with silencers trying to fuck themselves? Is this a smuggler disguised as a police officer?

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

Cai Dachui couldn't help but look up, but he saw a mobile phone that was close to his face.

"It's Cai Daechui. Thank you for your hard work." Jiang Yuan responded on the other side of the video. He had a photo of Cai Daechui's past few years in his hand, and used the forensic doctor's eyes to identify the correctness.

"It is our honor to be able to arrest the bandit leader Cai Dahui for you." The Malaysian police officer was kind and proud, and a little polite.

Only Cai Dahui was extremely frightened: "What bandit leader? Why is it the bandit leader?"

"Shut him up." The Malaysian police officer gave a cold sentence, and then showed his gratitude to the people on the virtual screen: "Director Jiang, what are your requirements? If necessary, we can also help you review, or send it to you tomorrow?"

"We just need to get it ourselves. Thank you." Jiang Yuan smiled.

"Are you here? Oh, you are really busy. So, let's detain the bandit leader Cai Daechui to the 69th Commando. The special police team is well-maintained and it is not easy to have problems."

"That's the best, thank you." Jiang Yuan thanked again.

The Malaysian police officer said, "You are so kind."
Chapter completed!