Spy Wars: I can get rewards by being a bully!

Chapter 565 Brother, what do you mean?

South City, Penglai Chunyan Pavilion.

This is the largest tobacco shop outside of the concessions and several special administrative areas.

There are three floors above and below, with carved beams and painted pillars on the exterior, and two couplets on the pillars inside: In troubled times, only addicts can enjoy themselves, and I wish the taste of it could be shared with the world.

The first floor is full of "scattered shops" where smokers come and go as they please and are mostly dressed casually. The weather is already cold, but most addicts are still wearing light clothes. Fortunately, the stove in the smoking house is burning very well, so it's not too cold.

Most of those who smoke opium on the first floor cannot afford Ma Ti Tu. Those who are better off can smoke Shang Yun Tu, those who are a little worse off can smoke Rehe Tu, and those who are even poorer can smoke Shaanxi Tu and Gan Tu. This kind of opium is very strong, contains many impurities, and has an even worse smell. Only old smokers can tolerate it.

Those who couldn't even afford cigarettes from Shaanxi and Gansu would buy a few cigarette butts, pierce them with iron sticks, and roast them over the lamp. When they were roasted black and made a sizzling sound, they would quickly throw them into the tea bowl and sniff hard at the same time, not daring to waste a single trace of smoke.

This poppy shell tea can satisfy my craving for alcohol.

On the second floor are the so-called elegant seats, where each smoking couch has a screen between them, and many of them even have names on them.

Four or five neat and efficient waiters walked back and forth to serve, from time to time making tobacco for one and refilling water for another. If the smokers were willing to tip them some money, they could also help with leg massage.

The third floor is lined with private rooms, which are reserved for "big shots", such as leaders of small gangs and wealthy shopkeepers.

The smoking couch, smoking utensils and smoking lamps are all special, and the cigarettes smoked are naturally the best horseshoe clay.

The smokers who come here don't need to be served by waiters. When they arrive, they just write a note, and the waiter takes the note to the brothel to ask for the girls. The pimp then carries a stool on his back, and the girls sit on the stool and parade around.

It was late at night, and many smokers came here to satisfy their cravings after dinner. There were also a few pimps waiting for their girls at the door, all holding pipes and smoking the spicy and refreshing yellow tobacco.

Suddenly, seven or eight people walked in quickly, with black cloth strips tied on their right arms. The leader was none other than Han Jianwu.

Penglaichun is the largest opium den in South City, and he plans to be in charge of it personally.

Arriving at the door, Han Jianwu politely asked the two staff members from the Assistance Bureau who came with him: "Gentlemen, shall we start now?"

The young man from the Assistance Bureau was very polite, "Boss Han, let's follow the plan. You guys control the situation, and we'll go up and get the things."

Han Jianwu nodded, waved his hand, and led his brothers forward.

When they arrived at the door, the guy who was soliciting customers was about to come up to say hello, but when he saw that these people were all dressed the same and looked aggressive, his face suddenly changed.

"Hello, the shop is full, please..."

Before he could finish, Han Jianwu had already pulled out an axe from his waist and was about to chop.

The young man was so frightened that he ran away - he just wanted to make a living and was neither a thug nor a senior worker with shares.

He didn't even shout. Working in a shop like this, the boy had seen fighting and killing before, and knew that he might be fine if he didn't say anything, but if he shouted, he would definitely be chopped.

Just like that, Han Jianwu rushed into the shop.

He shouted angrily: "The fish pot guys are doing the job, if you don't want to die, get out!"

Many of the smokers on the couches on the first floor ran away in a hurry.

There were also people who had just lit a cigarette and took a few puffs without caring about their life. Naturally, the brothers from the fish pot gang would go up to such people and teach them a lesson.

Han Jianwu was about to take his men to the second floor, but a dozen guards had already come down. When they met on a narrow road, Han Jianwu raised his axe and started chopping without saying a word, aiming for their heads!

The two guys from the Auxiliary Management Bureau behind him took out their pistols and followed him upstairs.

They don't care how many people die, nor do they care about the cash in the opium den.

They only want the shopkeeper and the accountant!

This scene was played out in dozens of tobacco shops owned by Yuan Wenhui.

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Climb Ying Tower.

"Director Lin, I am so honored to call you my brother. Although we met at the station before, I didn't have the chance to appreciate your demeanor. After chatting with you today, I found that you are indeed not an ordinary person. I will accept your invitation today. I will invite you back someday. I hope you will not be stingy with your presence!"

In the box, Zheng Xiaji's face turned slightly red, he was already a little drunk, and his words became more and more bold.

Lin Ze naturally raised his glass and clinked it with his. "It is an honor for Lin Ze to be favored by the director. Lin Ze is a patrolman by profession, and the director is a senior in the police force. I will inevitably bother you to consult me ​​in the future."

Zheng Xiaji laughed out loud, "Brother Shengmin! You are too polite. You are right. We are both patrolmen, so we are naturally related!"

The two of them drank the cup again. Zheng Xiaji sighed in his heart, damn, who said Lin Shengmin is a lunatic?

He speaks nicely and cares about friendship. He is definitely worth interacting with!

Putting down the wine glass, Lin Ze suddenly said, "To be honest, bro, I just arrived and I have made enemies with several parties. It is not my intention, but I have an important responsibility and I am constrained in every way, so I have no choice but to do it."

Zheng Xiaji picked up a shrimp dumpling and raised his chopsticks, "Shengmin, I understand. I understand everything."

"I just had another conflict with Yuan Wenhui and killed one of his men. But I am puzzled by one thing. We have enough people and guns in the hall, so how could we allow Yuan Wenhui to run rampant on the streets?"

Zheng Xiaji sighed. Since Brother Shengmin was speaking his mind to him, he might as well speak his mind. He put down the shrimp dumpling and said, "Brother, you don't know that the situation in Tianjin is very different from that in Beijing!"

At this point, he took a sip of wine by himself, "There are no hooligans supported by the imperial army on the streets of Peking, but it's different in Tianjin. Seven or eight years ago, there were a few big troublemakers who were successively selected by the secret service and given money and guns, and gradually became bigger. In the past two years, I have also cracked down on some of them, otherwise my police corps would not be as powerful as them!

I can attack, but there are some people I cannot easily touch. The Yuan Wenhui you mentioned is one of them! The people behind him are complicated, from the head of Yi'e to Tiandao later, and even the fat man from earlier. This... if you attack one, a whole bunch of people will come out!"

Lin Ze suddenly asked seriously, "So, you don't have a good impression of Yuan Wenhui, bro?"

Zheng Xiaji naturally didn't want to say such a statement easily. He laughed twice and lowered his head to eat the shrimp balls.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door, Zheng Xiaji looked up, a little dissatisfied.

Lin Ze asked, "What's the matter?"

The voice coming from outside was that of Zheng Xiaji's female assistant, "I have something urgent to report to the director."

Zheng Xiaji frowned and put down the shrimp dumpling again, "Come in."

The female assistant came in, bent down and whispered a few words in my ear.

Zheng Xiaji's face changed drastically and he looked at Lin Ze.

"Brother, what are you doing..."

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