Binjiang Police Affairs
Chapter 312 - 222 Familiar Pattern_2

Chapter 312: Chapter 222 Familiar Pattern_2

Ma Jintao, having figured out the situation, slapped his forehead hard and said, "Captain Yu, now that you mention it, I remember seeing that boat."

"You’ve seen it?"

"That boat came from the north, and it picked up a few people at the small dock on the east side of the ship lock. Since there were not too many boats waiting to pass through the lock, Old Hu from the ship lock management office was worried they would block the waterway, and he wouldn’t let them dock at the small pier; they even argued with Old Hu about it."

"What happened after?"

"They wouldn’t follow commands to adjust their position, so Old Hu called us to come over. Just as we got there, they turned around and left."

Han Yu pressed, "Did you clearly see how many people got on?"

Ma Jintao wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "We didn’t see it. You’d have to ask Old Hu about that."

Han Yu mused, "Hurry up and ask Old Hu."

The Water Police Fourth Squad had a total of seven police officers, but twelve radios.

Six of them were provided by the sub-bureau, using the police frequency.

The other six radios included three from the Water Rescue Center and three from the ship lock management office, all using different frequencies.

Ma Jintao learned more when he inquired through the radio.

A staff member from the ship lock management office said about six or seven people boarded near the ship lock, and these people had arrived by sedan.

With so many wealthy people on the boat, what else could they be doing if not gambling?

Thinking they might catch a big fish, everyone was thrilled, and even the heat didn’t bother them as much anymore.

As they pursued north along the Bin Qi River, Yang Yong reported over the radio that another boss had boarded the ship.

The Water Police Fourth Squad was in dire need of money now—the more bosses, the better.

Li Xiaohai certainly didn’t want to miss next month’s salary and chased at full speed.

The motorboat was much faster than the cargo ship, and after about twenty minutes of chase, they saw the cargo ship.

Yang Yong had previously mentioned the ship’s driver was very vigilant, so Han Yu didn’t dare to chase too closely. Seeing they had just passed a thirty-ton cement ship that was also moving quickly, Han Yu shouted, "Xiaohai, slow down!"

"Slow down?"

"We want to catch them in the act. If we scare them off, by the time we board, they’ll probably be sitting around drinking tea."

"What do we do then? Wait until dark?"

Most of the squad’s forces were here, and Han Yu didn’t want the gambling investigation to interfare with normal work. He turned and pointed to the cement ship approaching their way, "Let’s board the cement ship and ask them to help us chase."

Li Xiaohai looked back and asked, "What about me?"

"Use the cement ship as cover and follow behind. After we jump over to the ship, you chase after and keep watch to prevent anyone from jumping into the river. Yuan Peng, stay on boat 004 with Xiaohai."

"Captain Yu, they have more people, and you have only three."

"We have guns, and besides, you two will catch up soon. Yang Yong and Luo Wenjiang are on the shore."

"Alright."

The Water Police signalled to slow down, and the cement ship’s owner dared not disobey.

Han Yu, Ma Jintao, and Dong Bangjun boarded the cement ship, went under the canopy at the stern to explain the situation to the owner, who was very cooperative. He turned the diesel engines up to maximum power, and with a thud, they chased after the ship.

After seven or eight minutes, they finally caught up with the iron ship that had a big air conditioner.

The three of them hid on the right side of the stern’s cabin to escape the sweltering heat when suddenly the ship rocked, followed by someone cursing loudly in the local dialect.

"Are you blind? Can’t you fucking steer a ship?"

"Sorry, sorry, it was accidental contact."

"Go!"

Han Yu peeked and saw a shirtless, brawny man in his thirties yelling on the iron ship. He quickly drew his gun, stood up, and swiftly bypassed the cement ship’s crew cabin to climb onto the iron ship, which sat low in the water with high gunwales.

Ma Jintao coordinated perfectly, aimed his gun, and warned, "Don’t move, we’re the police!"

The driver on the iron ship was stunned, not believing that there were police on the cement ship.

Dong Bangjun followed closely, with Han Yu’s help, he too climbed aboard, and they headed straight for the crew cabin of the iron ship.

"What are you doing?"

"Don’t move!"

"Stay in your seats and don’t move, do you hear me!"

You wouldn’t know without bursting in, but once they did, Han Yu was delighted.

Over a dozen men and women were gathered around a table gambling. Not only was the table covered with money, but their hands were clutching it too—the bets on the spot amounted to at least fifty or sixty thousand yuan.

Trapped in the cabin with nowhere to run or hide the money, the gamblers were completely dumbfounded. Some stared with wide eyes, some hesitated to speak, and some were so scared they were beside themselves.

Holding back his excitement, Han Yu turned around to make sure the driver had been subdued by Ma Jintao, then walked over to the table filled with hundred-yuan notes, picked up some neatly stacked mahjong tiles, and noticed they were all round suits. He asked, "What are you playing?"

"..."

The gamblers hung their heads, none daring to make a sound.

Han Yu had never seen a gambling game that was all round suits with the apparent possibility of outside betting. Looking around at all present, he asked, "Who organized this?"

A man in his thirties with a thick gold chain around his neck raised his head and ingratiatingly said, "Officer, we were just playing to kill some time. Please be lenient and let’s be friends."

A short, chubby middle-aged man came to his senses, quickly picked up a stack of money, trying to stuff it into Han Yu’s hand while smiling, "It’s so hot, and you still come out... come out for work, just a little token, keep it to buy some iced drinks and a few bottles of beer."

"Yeah, it’s really hot, let’s be friends," said a bespectacled middle-aged man catching on, who also took a stack of money from the table and tried to hand it to Dong Bangjun.

What does the heat have to do with making friends? What kind of logic is that?