RBCT Chapter 26 What's it like to encounter your son during a prostitution raid?
Chapter 26 What's it like to encounter your son during a prostitution raid?
A few minutes later.
Two police cars, their lights flashing, silently pulled up in front of the Day and Night Club.
There were no alarms, no horns, and even the sound of the car doors closing was very soft.
Two truckloads of people got off, a dozen or so, the oldest in their fifties and the youngest in their early twenties, all wearing police uniforms.
The leader walked at the front, his steps quick and his expression serious.
He was in his fifties, with gray hair and wrinkles on his face that looked like they were carved by a knife, but he stood up straight, clearly a veteran policeman who had worked in the public security system for decades.
The dozen or so people following behind him all had stern faces and walked with a brisk pace.
Ah Liang was standing at the door playing on his phone when he looked up and was nearly scared out of his wits.
His first reaction was to pick up the pager at his waist, wanting to send a message to the person inside.
The moment his finger touched the call button, a young policeman rushed in front of him and grabbed his hand.
"Don't move, cooperate with the inspection!"
Ah Liang's hand was held down tightly, and the pager fell to the ground with a 'thud'.
He opened his mouth as if to shout, but seeing the other person's expression that said, "If you dare to shout, I'll pin you to the ground," he closed his mouth again.
A dozen or so people filed in, splitting into several groups and heading straight to the private rooms.
All entertainment venues have a strict rule that private rooms do not have doors.
Day & Night Club is no exception.
This is actually to prevent guests from causing a mess inside.
You can get a general idea of what's going on in each private room just by standing in the hallway.
The police rushed in very quickly, almost without warning.
The innermost private room.
Wang Guanxi closed his eyes, leaned back in the massage chair, and soaked his feet in a wooden tub as masseuse number 686 massaged his feet.
The pressure was just right, and the acupoints were pressed very accurately.
Wang Defa was lying on the massage chair next to him, and technician number 388 was also giving him a massage.
Both of them had their eyes closed and looked relaxed.
The private room was quiet, with only the faint sound of water sloshing in the wooden tub.
suddenly.
A series of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor; it wasn't one person, but a group of people.
Wang Guanxi frowned, and before he could even open his eyes, a young policeman rushed in, his voice loud and urgent.
"Don't move! Don't move at all!"
The lights in the private room were suddenly turned on, and the harsh white light made it hard for Wang Guanxi to open his eyes.
Technician No. 686's hand froze in mid-air, and the expression on his face changed from "professional" to "terrified".
Technician number 388 wasn't much better off; she was curled up in a ball.
Wang Guanxi was startled by this sudden scene and instinctively shrank back.
His first thought was, "Oh no, the police are raiding the room!"
But he realized what was happening the next second.
He didn't do anything!
He was just washing his feet!
It's legitimate!
Pure green!
Even the technicians are over forty years old!
What's there to be afraid of?
But Wang Defa, who was next to him, was different.
Wang Defa was so startled that he jumped up from the massage chair. When he pulled his foot out of the wooden tub, it brought water all over the floor and almost tripped the technician, number 388.
"Holy crap! What's going on?!"
Wang Defa's face turned pale.
It wasn't because he had done anything wrong, but because he had never seen anything like this in his life.
Several police officers stood in the private room, their expressions as serious as if you owed them eight million.
The young policeman glanced around the private room and saw that both technicians were wearing work clothes and both customers were also dressed neatly. His expression softened slightly, but his tone remained businesslike.
"Show me your ID card."
Wang Guanxi touched his pocket; it was empty.
He only took his phone and car keys with him when he left; he left his ID card in a drawer at Jiangcheng No. 1.
"I didn't bring it," Wang Guanxi said honestly.
Wang Defa also felt his pockets, and they were empty.
"I didn't bring any either."
The young policeman frowned.
"Don't move, facial recognition."
He took out a law enforcement cell phone from his waist and pointed it at Wang Guanxi's face.
With a "click," a picture was taken.
Modern police terminals are incredibly intelligent. With a single click, facial recognition instantly displays the identity information, home address, and criminal records of two individuals on the screen.
The police glanced at the screen to confirm that both men were law-abiding citizens with no criminal record, then turned to scan the two technicians.
After discovering that technician number 686 had been arrested twice for prostitution, I glanced at her a couple more times.
But since he didn't see any violations when he came in, he didn't say anything and was about to turn around and walk to the next private room.
Just then, a person walked over from the other end of the corridor.
His pace was neither too fast nor too slow, but each step was steady.
He walked into the private room, glanced around, and then fixed his gaze on Wang Guanxi.
Eyes facing each other.
Both of them were stunned.
Looking at the person in front of him, Wang Guanxi saw that his hair was gray, his face had more wrinkles than before, his back was still straight, but he looked much older than before.
Wang Jiming.
His biological father.
Wang Guanxi's mind went blank for a moment.
The last time he saw Wang Jiming was during the Chinese New Year last year.
He stayed in Jiangcheng for three days, and Wang Jiming worked two days. The two met briefly at the New Year's Eve dinner table, ate a meal, and didn't exchange more than a few words.
Then everyone went about their own business.
Wang Guanxi never imagined that his first meeting with his father after returning to Jiangcheng would be on such a special occasion.
Although he didn't do anything, the scene was still incredibly awkward no matter how you looked at it.
Wang Jiming was also stunned.
He looked at Wang Guanxi, his mouth moved as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it.
The air in the private room suddenly became very quiet.
Technician No. 686 and Technician No. 388 kept their heads down, not daring to breathe.
Wang Defa stood to the side, his eyes wide open, looking back and forth between the two men.
The young police officer saw the deputy director in charge standing motionless in the private room and, thinking something had happened, came over to ask him a question.
"Commander Wang, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with this person?"
Wang Jiming then came to his senses.
He glanced at the young policeman, his expression shifting from dazed to serious.
"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go to the next private room!"
The sound wasn't loud, but it was powerful.
The young policeman shrank back at the shout, said "Oh, oh" twice, and turned to walk away.
Just then, the sound of a pager came from the corridor, which was particularly clear in the quiet corridor.
"Third floor! We've found someone on the third floor suspected of soliciting prostitution! We need backup!"
The voice was urgent, carrying the excitement of "catching a big fish".
Wang Jiming's expression changed, and without saying a word, he strode out.
He ran very fast, unlike someone in his fifties.
His decades-long career as a police officer gave him an instinctive reaction to such emergencies.
A series of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor, fading into the distance.
The private room fell silent again.
Technician No. 686 and Technician No. 388 looked at each other, their expressions changing from fear to bewilderment.