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那是1997年5月17日,天阴沉得厉害。上午,我在办公室里接到了一个举报电话:“有个叫老马的甘肃大毒贩经常在乌市贩毒。今天下午,他还要去火车站接海洛因。”我追问老马的长相和地址,对方说了一句:“又矮又胖,在H宾馆213房间。”电话接着就挂断了。多年来的缉毒经验告诉我:宁可信其有!我不敢怠慢,当即叫了我的搭档小阮和老段,换了便衣,一同赶往H宾馆。在H宾馆,我们装做游手好闲的人在宾馆里外溜达,三双眼睛却瞟着213房门。将近16时,213房门开了,一个中年人走了出来。他身材结实、矮胖,一脸横肉,衣着名贵西装,手
It was overcast on May 17, 1997. In the morning, I got a whistleblower in the office: “There is a big drug dealer in Gansu, often called a drug dealer in Urumqi, this afternoon he went to the train station to pick up heroin.” I asked about the appearance and address of the horse, The other said one sentence: “short and fat, 213 rooms in the H Hotel.” Then the phone hung up. Years of experience in narcotics told me: rather believe it! I am not neglect, and immediately called my partner small Nguyen and the old section, changed plain clothes, together with H Hotel. In H Hotel, we installed as idle tourists stroll in and out of the hotel, three pairs of eyes, but with a 213 door. Nearly 16 o’clock, the door opened 213, a middle-aged man came out. He is a tall, stout man with a cross-sectioned face, a well-dressed suit and a hand