I'm all set, you don't even want to fuck me

Mr. Cong, what is your answer?

After coming out of the interrogation room, Team Liu stood at the door looking very worried. Su Hui was sent from above, so it would be too suspicious to have a private chat with Mr. Cong.

"Mr. Cong, what did Su Hui tell you?"

Seeing Team Liu's bewildered expression, he probably didn't know about it. Su Hui said that this operation was a secret operation, and the people in the police station would not know about it.I thought Team Liu would know more or less...

"It's nothing, Captain Liu, I'm a little tired, I'm going back first." Before Liu Dui agreed to stride out of the police station, the phone in his pocket vibrated a few times. Unknown number.

[Mr. Cong, happy cooperation. 】

……

The transfer order came down soon, Cong Jun packed some clothes and refunded the rent and went to City H with the air ticket given by Su Hui.

After Cong Jun left, Su Hui spent three days erasing all the information Cong Jun left in S City.

He didn't take the initiative to contact Yan Yiming, changed his image, combed his hair back, wore a black shirt, went to the bar to apply for a waiter, relying on Su Hui's fake work experience and image, he was taken by the bar manager without any accident.

After sneaking into the investigation for two weeks, the bar was seized after two weeks because of drug trafficking.Su Hui was a little helpless when he heard the news and people rushed over to see this kind of result. He didn't even bother to clean up such messes.

Would Mr. Cong know what he wanted?

But Mr. Cong is not stupid, he knows how to go around in circles with him.

I sent a text message to Cong Jun, and the other side replied quickly: The Yan family cannot be brought down by collecting evidence, it needs to be weakened bit by bit.

The words are true, but if you think about it carefully, it doesn't count as interfering with Su Hui's plan. As long as Mr. Cong is within the sphere of influence of the Yan family, it doesn't matter what he does.

All he needs is someone who can restrain the Yan family.

After that, Su Hui would receive several messages from Mr. Cong one after another about the time and place of the drug trade, and he sent people there and successfully seized a bunch of drugs.

With such a big commotion, the Yan family naturally noticed it.Although there are several small bars that were seized and their locations were quite different, there was always a subtle connection between Lian Lian and Lian Lian.

"Have you heard about the recent closures of several bars?"

Just sitting down and hearing Yan Ruohao mentioning this matter, Yan Yiming put his legs on the coffee table and raised his eyebrows: "Do you want me to deal with it again?"

"Yeah." Yan Ruohao stood up and walked in front of Yan Yiming and handed him a photo: "After checking, I found that there are applicants for this person in several bars."

The man in the photo is slender, wearing a black suit and a peaked cap, and carrying a black handbag. The photo is taken from the side, and only a little bit of the outline of the face can be seen.

Although it was just a glance, Yan Yiming also recognized the person in the photo, holding the photo and looking at Yan Ruohao: "Are you kidding me?"

"What reason do I have?" Yan Ruohao threw the stack of documents on the table. On the application materials was a familiar face and a fake work experience and address: "Are you going there in person or I will send someone else."

Cong Jun has not been in contact since he came back. During this period of time, Cong Jun did not answer the phone or text messages. He thought he was losing his temper. He went to S City in person and was in vain, thinking that he was hiding from him on purpose. Thinking that people are on the territory of Yan's family.

"No need, I will deal with my people."

After getting the address of Cong Jun's latest appearance, Yan Yiming rushed there that night.

At [-] o'clock in the evening, during the peak period of the bar, the number of people in the bar kept decreasing until Mr. Cong found that he was the only one in the hall who felt something was wrong.

Realizing that he was surrounded by five or six thugs, one of them was eager to try and was beaten to the ground by Mr. Cong before he could even throw a punch. In less than 8 minutes, the thugs lay on the ground with bruised nose and swollen face and did not move.

The hall was quiet, and the music stopped at some point, and he frowned and finally realized the sense of disobedience.

Even the thugs are too weak...and these people have no intention of fighting back.

Just as he was about to ask the man closest to him, he was startled when he heard footsteps behind him, and when he turned his head and saw Yan Yiming, he froze in place.

Yan Yiming took the cigarette away and exhaled the smoke and smiled: "Mr. Cong, is the undercover game fun?"