Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 814 We don’t produce flour, we’re just porters

"How much did you get back?"

"This is at least fifty kilograms of flour!"

"I'm about 30 kilograms!"

"Look at me, this pocket is full of knife music, US knife music!"

In a secret gathering place, Qin Feng sat at a dining table and ate dry food.

In front of him was a map of the villages and roads around Jinshan Cape.

On the map, some places are circled and some are crossed out.

The two circled places are the places they have visited in the past two days.

They are the Tycoon Entertainment Club and a small casino that serves white flour.

At this time, the door outside was opened, and as the moonlight at night poured in from outside, people came into the house one after another carrying bags.

First came Li Jiasheng and Qi Meng, and then a group of people from the anti-drug team, several of whom were injured.

But the same thing was that each of them had a black hood on their head, the kind used for robbery, with only two holes and a mouth exposed.

Everyone was like industrious little bees, throwing the fruits of their looting on the table. There were chips, money, and flour, but flour was the main ingredient.

Narcotics captain Wang Hang took off his hood and looked at the trophies on the table, so angry that he didn't know where to start complaining.

He never imagined in his life that as a drug enforcement police officer, he would one day in his career become a bandit leader who robbed houses and robbed drug dealers.

Their professional skills are drug eradication and drug control, but they didn't expect that using these professional skills to rob drug dealers would be surprisingly easy.

This inverted and extremely smooth feeling made these drug enforcement police officers feel as if their worldviews had been shattered.

At this time, Qin Feng began to assign new tasks: "You guys take the time to rest, we will go to this pawn shop in the middle of the night..."

"Fuck!" Captain Wang threw the black hood on the table. "Why the hell are they stealing antiques? We're here to investigate cases and bust drugs, not to be gangsters!"

"These days, it's all about white flour and sword music, but now they're grabbing antique gold?"

Qin Feng: "Because we want to help the poor."

Captain Wang was furious. "How can this be called helping the poor? This place is rotten to the core. Almost 80 to 90 percent of the people are involved in drug use and trafficking. Even the children are barely clean."

"Robbing the rich to help the poor isn't the right way to help. If all these things were shipped back to China, how much merit would we gain? How many Hope Primary Schools could we build?"

Captain Wang was both angry and jumping in front of the table, and the drug enforcement officers under his command who were shot and injured during the operation also had miserable expressions on their faces.

Although the order from above was for them to cooperate with Qin Feng and others, and also said that this operation was very special.

Not only will it work with the Hong Kong police, but it will also involve coordination between the military and police.

In addition, they also have to investigate the two missing colleagues who sneaked in to collect intelligence a while ago.

Although it is very likely that these two colleagues have died, they still have to do their best to find them as long as there is a glimmer of hope.

Before the operation began, everyone concealed their identities and made sufficient mental preparations. Some were even prepared to sacrifice their lives in the line of duty. After all, the sacrifice and death rates in their profession were very high.

But now, they have become the most famous "gangsters and drug lords" in this area, because they do not produce white flour, but have become the porters of white flour.

"Qin Feng, just tell us directly, what is your purpose in doing this?"

"If it's just to irritate our opponents, then I think we've succeeded."

"Also, I guess the people who are surrounding us are already on their way and will arrive soon. We will face great risks if we go out again."

"As the saying goes, three times the limit. We've already robbed three places. We won't be so lucky the next time!"

Li Jiasheng and Qi Meng didn't say anything, but just worked hard, dividing the flour and cash into small portions for easy distribution.

They never question Qin Feng's decisions and just obey his orders.

But Tuo was assigned to gather information on the streets, so strictly speaking, everyone here is one of them.

Qin Feng reached out and took a bag of white flour from the front and slapped it in front of him: "Let me ask you, is this thing the same as cabbage in Jinshanjiao?"

Captain Wang: "Of course, this place specializes in this. There are countless drug-making factories, big and small, and even some villages have their own family workshops."

"Now, a group of people have come and are forcibly stopping people from doing business here, and they've even monopolized the flour market. How do the locals feel?"

"Of course I feel aggrieved and angry. Is there any need to ask?"

"Why are they angry?"

“Because I can’t make any money.”

The deputy captain raised his hand to answer.

Qin Feng nodded, then took out a stack of US dollars and flour and put them together: "These two things will intensify their anger, because these originally belonged to them, and the purpose of doing this is just to return their plundered things to their original owners."

Captain Wang was still puzzled. "What's the point? Even if we help them vent their anger, can we really expect them to join us in defeating that group?"

"Why not?"

"What do you mean?"

"There's no shortage of guns here."

Qin Feng slammed a pistol on the table and said, "Every adult man has one or two. Guns are as common as powder here. In other words, as long as the drug dealers in Jinshanjiao unite, they will be able to challenge the criminal organizations."

Captain Wang's eyes were as wide as those of his peers, and he seemed to be having trouble thinking.

It was the first time he had seen someone unite drug dealers to cause trouble.

But if you think about it carefully, there are actually many problems here, the most important one is.

The drug dealer is afraid of death and will never be so obedient, let alone be manipulated by others.

"Everyone is afraid of death, but in us, they see hope for resistance."

"I can bet that what the locals are talking about most after dinner is us."

"They even suspected that we were a newly emerging force and could guess that we were targeting that international criminal organization."

"Besides, I'm not trying to manipulate them. I'm just throwing some fuel on the fire, fueling the anger in their hearts. And whoever caused this anger will eventually burn on their own head."

Captain Wang was still digesting what Qin Feng said. He was thinking about the meaning behind these actions.

A police officer on a bench, bandaging an injury, asked, "We understand what you mean. You want to sow discord and intensify the conflict. But are you so sure that this group will help us in the end?"

Another person also wondered, "Yeah, these guys are drug dealers. They have no humanity and will eat people without leaving any bones. Maybe if the wind changes, they will point their guns at us."

"Moreover, so many of our colleagues have died directly or indirectly at their hands."

Qin Feng continued to eat his dry food silently, then took a sip of water.

Li Jiasheng, who was sorting things on the table, took the initiative to explain.

"They won't help us."

"what?"

Everyone turned their eyes to Li Jiasheng.

Li Jiasheng felt helpless. He felt that these guys were quite slow-witted.

Qin Feng had explained it in enough detail, and he felt that even a simpleton like Qi Meng should be able to understand it.

"Qi Meng, you speak."

"Okay." Qi Meng: "Our Brother Feng means that they will help whoever wins. Of course, we don't have to actually win, at least let those drug dealers think that we have a good chance of winning, and they will naturally follow suit and place bets."

Captain Wang and others suddenly understood as if the fog had cleared.

This layout really grasps human nature.

Captain Wang asked, "So what are our chances of winning now?"

Qin Feng: "30%."

"Only 30%?"

At this moment, Dantuo rushed in from outside in a hurry.

"Something happened! That group of people drove onto the street and forced those who had taken advantage of us to give up all the money and flour!"

"Did they hand it over?"

"At first, some people resisted, but some were beaten to death, and some were hung on the back of cars and dragged all the way. After that, no one dared to refuse to hand it over!"

Captain Wang was extremely anxious: "Did you see that? Did you see that? It's all in vain. Those guys have the will but not the guts to steal. This time we're screwed!"

Qin Feng stretched out a hand and spread out his five fingers: "Everything is under control! Let's go out and do something, wipe out this group of people, and our chances of winning will be 50-50!"

Li Jiasheng and Qi Meng immediately dropped what they were doing and put on their armed equipment.

Although Captain Wang felt a little helpless, he still chose to follow.

On a street three kilometers away from here.

An armed convoy was going door to door threatening and intimidating people, forcing them to hand over the things they had received.

Thomas Wu sat in the car, watching all this coldly, completely unaware that the team's death knell had already sounded...