The female boss suddenly showed a pitiful look, counting on her fingers and whispering, "Actually, my father has been an alcoholic and a gambler since I was a child, and my mother's health is bad." Unexpectedly,the two veteran drivers sitting across from her simultaneously showed disgusted expressions, especially Ma Xidao, who had goose bumps all over his body as if ants were crawling on him. "Hey, shut up! Auntie!"
What era is this? The father gambles, the mother is sick, and the younger brother studies. Jack looked suspiciously at the burly younger brother beside her. To be honest, if Ma Xidao hadn't interrupted him, he really wanted to hear what this guy was going to say next.
"Do you recognize this person? Take a look." Ma Xidao impatiently pulled out a wanted poster and pointed at the sketch on it and asked.
The female boss, her ruse exposed, rolled her eyes and took the wanted poster with a sullen expression. She recognized him instantly. "Isn't that Guangzhi? His companion is Jin Yanghao. They come here every week, but initially, they deliver the goods in Incheon."
"So, the drugs were landed in Incheon?" Jack asked, subconsciously trying to find a corn pipe to hold in his mouth.
"I heard they were processed after landing, and the entire process is handled by the Japanese Yakuza." The female boss seemed like a completely different person when she faced Jack, her face full of lust, making Ma Xidao's eyelids flutter.
Yakuza is the general term for Japanese gangs, originating from the impoverished samurai or wanderers who found a living after the Meiji Restoration. Of course, they don't use this name themselves, but instead call themselves "Yakuza."
From the earliest "Black Ocean Society" to the "Black Dragon Society" that dominated China during World War II, they can all be considered predecessors of the Yakuza.
After the defeat in World War II, these right-wing organizations evolved into three major gangs: the Yamaguchi-gumi, the Inagawa-kai, and the Sumiyoshi-kai. All of these groups enjoyed considerable fame, though they were legal organizations in Japan.
"Be specific, which gang?" Upon hearing that the drugs were indeed sourced from Japan, Ma Xidao's face twitched.
Compared to China, Koreans have more complex feelings toward Japan, especially regarding the yakuza. At the height of the yakuza's power, one-third were naturalized Koreans (from both North and South Korea).
The female boss curled her lips. "Ichijo-gumi," she said, "I'm not sure what it is."
Regardless, Japanese yakuza are legally registered and vibrant groups. Jack simply pulled out his phone and Googled it, finding information about the gang online.
The Ichijo-gumi is a branch of the Yamaguchi-gumi. Its leader, Yoshio Ichijo, is in his sixties. In the now aging and declining Yamaguchi-gumi, he's a rare young and energetic member.
After collecting the "pills" and drug money from the table, the two left the club. It was already dark, and the city lights were ablaze, a scene of bustling activity.
"We can split the money, but these 'drugs' must be handed over." Ma Xidao climbed into the car and handed Jack a separate bag of money, indicating he could take it himself.
Jack glanced disdainfully at the several wads of 50,000 won in the bag and decisively waved his hand. "Keep it for your informant fee. With your salary, you haven't saved enough for a wife yet, have you?"
Promotions in South Korea are based on seniority. At Ma Xidao's age, he could only hold the rank of "Inspector," with salary and allowances, at most, just over 50 million won, or less than 40,000 US dollars.
With South Korea's soaring inflation, it was a good thing he was single, otherwise he would have had to tighten his belt.
The money in the bag was only 10 million won at best, just over 7,000 US dollars. Jack had his own reasons for helping Ma Xidao, but he didn't really care about such a small amount.
The two have drunk together in the past few days, hugged the girl, beat each other and helped each other, which can be regarded as establishing a certain friendship,
Ma Xidao also knew that Jack was not bad for that little money, so he casually stuffed the money into the glove...
Jack knew, of course, that Ma Xidao wasn't dwelling on his wife, Ben, and pointed to the phone he was holding. "Call if you're worried."
Before he'd even finished speaking, Ma Xidao's phone rang. He picked it up and heard it was Captain Zhang Taizhu, who had led three team members to capture Guangzhi and Jin Yanghao. The whistling sound of wind through the receiver indicated that he was also in the car.
"I contacted Jiang Zhentai, an old colleague from the Wide Area Search Team, who is now in the Cyber Crime Investigation Division. We used special means to unlock the location of Guangzhi's phone, and we're about to raid his residence."
"That guy is from the Yamaguchi-gumi. Does anyone of you speak Japanese?" Ma Xidao shared the intelligence they had just gained.
Captain Zhang Taizhu's confident voice came from the other end of the phone, "No problem, I can speak a few simple Japanese, and we'll just have to act accordingly."
"Then you guys be careful." After hanging up the phone, Ma Xidao still looked worried, "Hey, should I rush over?"
Jack looked at the electronic map on his phone, confirmed their location again and again, and looked at this guy puzzledly, "Incheon is only 60 kilometers from the center of Seoul. It will take us at most half an hour to get there. Is there any need to worry?"
"Half an hour? It's very dangerous at such a fast speed, okay, and the speed limit in the city is 50 kilometers." Ma Xidao glared, unbuckled his seat belt directly, and gave up the position very straightforwardly, "How about you drive?"
Jack shook his head and sighed. It turned out that this guy was a fake old driver. He got out of the car and exchanged driving seats with him. He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the "Palisade" SUV, known as the modern version of the "Land Rover Range Rover", made a harsh tire grinding sound and rushed out.
"Slow down, slow down, I haven't married yet!" Only Ma Xidao's drawn-out screams were left in the wind.
Seeing that they were getting closer and closer to Incheon, 20 minutes had already passed. Ma Xidao, who had been constantly checking the time, finally couldn't bear it anymore and took out his cell phone to call his captain back. Fortunately, the call was quickly connected.
"How are you guys doing?"
Captain Zhang Taizhu's voice on the phone was particularly proud. "We've caught the guy and he's on his way back. With me personally taking care of it, it's safe."
However, he soon heard the other detectives around him saying, "Brother, we've all been injured to some extent. The captain was almost stabbed in the neck."
"Hey, are they all okay?" To be fair, Ma Xidao was quite nice to his colleagues. Every time he rushed to the front, it was because he didn't want anything to happen to his own people. He really had the style of a big brother.
Captain Zhang Taizhu seemed a little angry and embarrassed, "You bastards, stop talking nonsense. It's obviously because you are too weak that you got beaten. I dodged it easily."
Then his voice became a little high-pitched, "There are a lot of drug smugglers hidden in the place where these two guys live. I took a rough look and there are at least 30 kilograms. We have done a great job this time. I will definitely treat you well when I go back." "
Thank you for your hard work. We are heading in your direction. It will take at most 10 minutes."
Before Ma Xidao finished speaking, there was a loud noise from the other end of the phone, followed by a series of collisions.
"Hello! Hello! What happened?" However, the only response he got was the beep of the disconnected phone.
Jack and Ma Xidao looked at each other, and saw horror in each other's eyes.
(End of this chapter)