Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 808: No need to bet, they will definitely win

"I leave the people to you."

"This is......"

Liu Xinjie looked at Lang Kun, who was tied up and thrown over by Qin Feng, with a puzzled look on his face.

"Nine-Faced Buddha."

"Nine-Faced Buddha?"

"Ah."

Qin Feng told him what had happened in the past few days.

After hearing this, Liu Xinjie and the members of the Hong Kong Anti-Drug Team were all shocked.

How could they have imagined that this kid wearing black-framed glasses, looking harmless and even a little timid, was actually the famous Nine-Faced Buddha?

Liu Xinjie's face first showed joy, followed by confusion, then joy again, and finally a wry smile.

His mood went through several ups and downs. First he was happy because he caught the Nine-Faced Buddha, and then he began to doubt whether this guy was really the Nine-Faced Buddha?

But looking at Qin Feng's seriousness and recalling some details of previous cases, he felt that this was really possible, and then he was happy again.

The bitter smile was because he knew that the Nine-Faced Buddha was not a person's name at all, but just a code name.

Although Lang Kun is the one behind the scenes, there are other people behind Lang Kun.

In other words, even if this guy is caught, the drug trafficking group can still operate as usual.

This is like a group that will not stagnate just because the chairman is gone. The board of directors can elect another person to continue to serve as the operator behind the Nine-Faced Buddha.

Lang Kun became a discarded pawn. His audacity and ambition angered the person behind him, so he was abandoned.

The woman named Sally took over his place and continued to lead the largest drug trafficking group in the country.

This made Liu Xinjie happy but also more frustrated.

He squatted on the ground, rubbed his eyes with his hands, and laughed out loud. His laugh was very bitter, and mostly self-deprecating.

"Haha, hahaha...it turns out this guy has been hiding right under our noses."

"We lost countless lives following the Nine-Faced Buddha trail, and in the end, it's like we're back to square one."

The expressions on the faces of the brothers in the anti-drug team were also very ugly. After going around in circles and so many people died, this was the final result.

They felt it was not worth it for the brothers who had followed this line and sacrificed their lives for their work.

Originally, they had always believed that everyone's sacrifices and efforts were effective.

But now someone tells them that all this is meaningless, and it would be difficult for anyone to accept it in a short period of time.

Qin Feng did not say anything to comfort them. This kind of thing could only be digested by themselves. The more he said, the more uncomfortable it would make people feel.

The house will always be dirty, the only thing you can do is to clean it frequently...

"Let's take the man back first and report back."

Liu Xinjie stood up, and at least on the surface he had adjusted his state, without showing any sign of his previous dejection.

If he, the leader, becomes depressed, how can others be motivated?

Qin Feng: "Leave a team here on standby. I'll need someone to cooperate later."

Liu Xinjie nodded. Originally, they were here to cooperate with Qin Feng, but now the plan has changed.

"be careful."

"Will do."

Qin Feng turned around and got on a motorcycle.

Li Jiasheng and Qi Meng rode another one.

The motorcycle spewed black smoke and quickly plunged into the woods and disappeared.

The deputy team leader came to Liu Xinjie and asked, "Boss, do you think they can come back alive? The guys in Jinshanjiao are much scarier than the Nine-Faced Buddha. Rather than being drug dealers, they are more like a..."

The deputy team leader swallowed and lowered his voice: "A well-trained army."

Liu Xinjie looked at the direction where Qin Feng and the others disappeared and did not speak for a long time. He turned around only when the sound of the motorcycle engine could no longer be heard.

"There are things we can't handle, but they can. You can always trust the motherland, and you can always trust the People's Liberation Army."

"Let's go. You guys take the people back. I'll stay here."

......

In the afternoon, in the Nine-Faced Buddha's mansion, Sally stood in front of the French window with a phone in her hand, looking at the vast lawn outside.

"Father, the transaction has been completed without any accidents."

"Lang Kun has also been secretly taken away by the Hong Kong police. You may never see him again."

"However, there's a discrepancy in the number of Hong Kong police officers who left. It seems they didn't all leave, but rather left some behind. It seems they still have some finishing work to do?"

Sally reported the situation to her father, General Bhumibol, over the phone.

In this land, the army has only more than 300,000 soldiers, but there are more than 1,700 generals, accounting for more than 0.5% of the total number.

There's even a folk joke that says there are so many generals here that they're almost as many as the dogs on the streets.

The greater the quantity, the lower the quality and the more water it contains.

If they really fight, they may not be able to beat a domestic group. Their main purpose is to entertain themselves and be happy.

Because of this, Bhumibol would rather suffer some losses in business than fall out with those guys in Cape Kinshan. At least he didn't want to be the first one to take action.

Bhumibol had always seen Langkun's ambition and knew that he wanted to overthrow and replace him.

But that kid does have the ability, but his biggest shortcoming is that he overestimates his own capabilities and cannot accurately estimate his current strength. Simply put, he is inflated.

But Lang Kun didn't know that the reason why the Nine-Faced Buddha's reputation had become so big was not due to his so-called strategy and wisdom, nor was it due to any layout. As for these so-called puppets, they were even more ridiculous.

Only a true coward would hide behind others and take pleasure in it and feel complacent about it.

The reason why the removal of the Nine-Faced Buddha was so resounding was because Bhumibol stood behind him.

Bhumibol's voice came from the phone: "What happens next has nothing to do with us. Now the wind and waves are picking up. What we need to do is to steady the bow of the boat and prevent the waves from capsizing us."

"That group's target is not us, because our threat is limited. Their target is the group in Jinshanjiao."

"So, from now on, just sit back and watch them fight."

Sally asked, "Don't we need to place a bet?"

Bhumibol sneered, "That's unnecessary. In the end, no matter who wins or loses, we all benefit. The essence of business is profit. At times like this, pretending to be ignorant and blind is the best decision."

"This wave is probably just a test. They probably have very limited information, otherwise they wouldn't want to approach them through us."

"I've concluded that the gang has already infiltrated Jinshan Cape and started gathering intelligence. They won't actually take action until they have enough information."

Sally nodded, and he understood what his father meant by not betting.

The Yan people will definitely win in the end, it just depends on how much they pay.

Solving the problem requires a process, which may take as short as half a year or as long as several years, and may be repeated.

But no matter what, the group from Jinshanjiao can only be regarded as appetizers in front of the real behemoth.

Sally hung up the phone, thinking about something. She wondered if there would be other dishes that had not yet been served on the table since they were appetizers.

She pondered for a moment and realized that a new storm was about to hit, but what did that have to do with her?

Sally's lips curled up into a smile: The more chaotic and turbulent it is, the more prosperous the family business will be!