Jack, donning gloves, picked up the small revolver and the scattered bullets beside Zhou Xingzhe's body. After reloading, he walked over to Sister Hong, who was still struggling and spitting blood. With a blank expression, he repeatedly pulled the trigger, but only four of the five shots went off.
"I'll never do this kind of business again in my next life, which will only result in my son having no anus," he muttered to himself. He looked down at Sister Hong, whose eyes were still lingering, and began to consider, from a detective's perspective, whether his plan had any flaws. After circling the scene, Jack returned to Braxton and complained, "Look at what you've done! I was planning on letting this guy's body float to shore in two days, but now it might take a while to identify him."
"It's just a DNA test,"
Braxton nonchalantly kicked over Zhou Xingzhe's mangled body. He first found a cloth, dipped it in water, and roughly wiped the Audi's trunk, which was stained with disgusting brain matter, then the front and windshield of the Hummer.
This job was his by default, since he was the one who crashed it. Luckily, the Hummer would have to be disposed of later, so there was no need to clean it too cleanly; it didn't affect driving.
Ma Xidao stepped aside, avoiding the mess, and pulled two suitcases from the back seat of the Audi. Even after he'd prepared himself, he was still taken aback.
Both bags were crammed with cash. Besides a few bundles of 50,000 Korean won on top, the rest were filled with whole bundles of US dollars, and at the bottom, a layer of small gold bars.
"Are you sure you only want Korean won?" Jack leaned in to take a look. He hadn't expected Zhou Xingzhe, a mere captain of the Narcotics Division, to have amassed so much in just two years, all in cash. It seemed he'd been planning his escape for a while.
The two bags must have contained at least four or five million US dollars, but most of it had been converted into US dollars and gold. The Korean won probably amounted to less than two hundred million, or about a hundred thousand US dollars.
Ma Xidao remained unfazed. "And then there's the 500 million won from before. Actually, that's already quite a bit. Team Leader Zheng's family is now widowed and orphaned. Receiving so much money all at once isn't a good thing."
"It's easy. Just open an anonymous fund account overseas and transfer it to them regularly," Jack shrugged.
"Then I'll leave it all to you," he said, bluntly declining the offer. It was indeed a daunting task for a small police officer to handle.
Jack didn't shy away from this, having agreed that the credit would go to him and the money would go to him. However, he still took out the small gold bars from both bags. "Keep these for your wife's savings."
Gold is quite easy to handle. If hidden well, it's much safer than keeping it in a bank account, and there's no risk of investigation.
Chris had already counted the drug money in the four suitcases. As Jack had expected, it was all US dollars, totaling 21.5 million.
After dumping the money into the Hummer, criminal investigation expert Jack began directing the scene preparations.
The bodies of the Wanwan gangsters were left untouched and doused with gasoline, presumably assuming that the brave Captain Zhou Xingzhe and his men had killed them.
Then, they placed Zhou Xingzhe and his men's fingerprints on two M16s. Jack also carefully removed the magazines and placed their fingerprints on the insides and on the remaining bullets. He then reassembled the guns and dumped them on the ground.
Finally, they stuffed the bodies of Zhou Xingzhe and his men into the back seat of the Audi, drove the Hummer and the Audi away from the scene, and the four men carefully continued to douse the scene with gasoline.
They doused all areas where the biometric information of Zhou Xingzhe and his men might have remained, that is, the ground where the blood and tofu pudding were left.
"Is that all?" Ma Xidao felt that Jack's sloppy arrangement was somewhat insulting to the intelligence of the Korean police.
"Zhou Xingzhe knew he was about to be investigated, so he used a counterfeit 'HYPER' to make a deal with a Taiwanese drug dealer. The goods were found to be defective. Premeditated, he killed the dealer, destroyed the body, and fled with the money overnight. What else is wrong?"
"So what are you going to do with Xiaopang?" Sensing Jack was playing dumb, Ma Xidao bluntly pointed the finger. "He called Zhou Xingzhe for us and told him where the drugs were hidden."
"Why would he betray you? And didn't you notice that the call was from my phone?" Jack said with a sly grin, shaking the phone he had just retrieved from Zhou Xingzhe's body.
"Forget the records on this phone. You can even check with the phone company. I guarantee my number won't appear in any of Zhou Xingzhe's contact records."
Justin didn't even need to intervene; Alice, who had previously hacked into Korean phone companies, had already taken care of it.
Ma Xidao was speechless, but the words on the tip of his tongue turned into, "Forget it, as long as you don't intend to silence me, I will make sure that Xiaopang doesn't say anything nonsense."
Knowing this guy was probably shocked by the ruthless killing spree he and the Wolf brothers had just unleashed, Jack smiled and patted his shoulder.
"We never kill innocent people. We only resort to extraordinary measures in certain special circumstances, such as when the law doesn't represent justice."
Seeing that the two had almost finished their conversation, Chris, who had been playing it cool this time, pulled out his cigar box and handed out a cigarette to each person.
After everyone lit up, Braxton used his lighter to ignite a piece of rag dipped in gasoline, tossed it gently, and the next moment, flames shot into the sky.
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"Are they really American soldiers?" Ma Xidao asked curiously as they were dropped off at the roadside, watching the Humvee and Audi drive away.
"They were once, right?" Jack remembered that Chris and Braxton had both served in the military, and Chris had even been in a military prison.
"But it seems none of them have ever been in the Navy. That uniform is just for convenience. You know, back in your country, police wouldn't dare mess with American soldiers, let alone officers."
"Although I hate this country too, if you keep talking like that, it'll be hard for us to become friends, let alone buy you a drink."
Ma Xidao narrowed his eyes slightly, glaring at Jack.
"Okay, my bad," Jack apologized bluntly. He shouldered his backpack, picked up the quicklime and shovel in his hands, and pointed to the distant beach, changing the subject. "Is that where Team Leader Zheng's body was found?"
"Yes," Ma Xidao's voice deepened, and he bent down and lifted two large bags of "HYPER" with great effort.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Because it wasn't a proper beach, covered with gravel and small rocks, Jack had a difficult time digging the hole.
But precisely because it wasn't a proper beach, it was deserted, save for the occasional fisherman with plenty of food.
It was 4 a.m., and there was not a soul around. There were only Jack and Ma Xidao, one digging a hole on the beach, and the other gathering all the packaged pills together.
"Is it almost done?" Jack stopped when he saw that half a salt duck egg yolk had emerged from the sea level in the distance.
Ma Xidao muttered, "That should be enough." He stood up and poured all the pills into the hole.
"Get out of the way." Jack stood upwind and poured in a large bag of quicklime.
Then the two took out water bottles from their full backpacks, and bottle after bottle of mineral water was poured into the hole, reacting with the quicklime and bubbling continuously.
Jack stirred it with a shovel, confirming that the pills had been fully mixed with the quicklime. He breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the muddy beach.
"What time is the high tide today?"
"It seems to be 5:36, soon, the tide will take away all the garbage."
"Then are we friends now?"
"Didn't you say before that we are real friends?"
"So you will take me to those high-end places where those beautiful girl group members hang out to drink?"
"That's for the chaebols. People like us are lucky enough to be able to pick up hostesses with our handsome looks."
"Aha, this time I'm not saying bad things about your country. Besides, do you really think there is such a thing as good looks?"
"Agent Tavoler, what was the second question you asked just now?" I'm running out of energy. I plan to take a day off tomorrow to think about the rest of the plot. Jack will probably go to the old revolutionary base in Europe, right?
(End of this chapter)