Amin rolled his eyelids and glanced at Haizi coldly, with a mocking, sarcastic and contemptuous look in his eyes: "Haizi, you can eat whatever you want these days, but you can't talk nonsense. I've said it before, then

I seized this batch of arms from a small gang and personally returned it to Mr. Xiong today. What evidence do you have to prove that it was I, Amin, who robbed Mr. Xiong of the arms? So I advise you to be careful when saying these things.

A little is better. In fact, I am quite doubtful about your strength, so I am very willing to make a deal with this Mr. Zhao. I am not here to eat. Now we will also drink.

Having said that, we will naturally talk about the batch of arms that Mr. Xiong lost, and one more thing, Haizi, you are too restless, and this is not what a person who wants to achieve great things should have excellent potential."

"Stop fucking nonsense, what I want to see most now is for those arms to appear in front of me one after another. I, Haizi, will only have to follow Mr. Xiong to earn a living???" Haizi's face was still gloomy.

At this moment, even his intention to do something to A Min was clearly written on his face. At this time, even a fool could see that Haizi wanted to cut A Min into pieces.

After a pause, Amin lit a cigarette for himself, took a puff, and continued to smile: "The main purpose of my coming here today is to return the batch of arms to Mr. Xiong, and I also hope that I can be reconciled with Mr. Xiong in the future.

Get along." After saying this, Amin glanced at Zhao Fanchen and Haizi, flashing a fierce look, as if everything was under control.

Amin clapped his hands, and Amin's people came in from outside the box. Amin whispered something in his ear, and the Burmese man went out. Then Amin smiled and said: "Don't be anxious, you two.

Haizi, don't look at me with such a fierce look. Everyone is just here to fool around, and no one can be frightened. Your look can only scare those new little losers. I

But I have never seen Mr. Xiong glare at any enemy. Just for this, you will never be able to catch up with him in your life."

Haizi's hand placed under the table was already squeezing loudly. Now he had no choice but to endure it for the sake of that batch of arms. The smile on his face had turned a little ferocious.

Immediately, two Burmese men came up carrying a large wooden box and placed it on the ground with a bang. When they called, it was full of guns, all brand new AK47s. Amin took one out and threw it away.

He gave it to Zhao Fanchen: "Let's see if it's Master Xiong's batch of arms. The rest of the arms are in the car. Should you transport them back in your own car, or should I send someone to send them back to you personally, Mr. Zhao?"

"

He grabbed the heavy AK47 in his hand and felt a heavy feeling. This kind of gun is not seen at all in China. In the United States, there are shops specializing in gun training. Zhao Fanchen pulled the bolt and tried it. There was no problem.

, then he respectfully handed the gun in his hand to Haizi: "Brother Haizi, look at the gun, is it right? Is it the batch of arms from Mr. Xiong?"

Haizi's face lit up with joy. He grabbed the AK47 and weighed it in his hand. When he was sure it was correct, he threw the gun to his confidant and said with a smile: "When you take people to inspect the goods, you must make sure nothing happens."

Unexpectedly, after inspecting the goods, they were sent directly back to our site."

A few minutes later, Haizi's confidant, the strong young man, ran up and said a few words in Haizi's ear. Amin's subordinates also said a few words in Amin's ear. Haizi smiled generously and extended his arms to Amin.

He took action: "I really didn't expect that you, Amin, would be so happy. There was a lot of ammunition in one box. I have already sent someone to send it back. When the ammunition arrives safely, I think this matter will be considered complete.

solved."

"Do you want me to send someone to help escort? Chinatown is not very peaceful now. If something goes wrong, Master Xiong will think it was my people who tampered with it?" Amin and Haizi held hands together.

, the two people's hands were squeezed together tightly, with evil intentions in their hearts. They wanted to rush over and strangle each other to death right now, and the smiles on their faces became gloomy and terrifying.

"There's no need for this. It's our own thing in the first place, so it's better for us to do it ourselves." Zhao Fanchen smiled softly and separated the two people's tightly held hands.

The three of them sat down to drink and eat in peace again. They were talking and laughing as if they were old friends they hadn't seen for many years. It was so lively. They all seemed to be waiting for something. They had almost finished drinking. Amin lowered his head and glanced at himself.

The watch on his wrist seemed to indicate that the time was almost up. A Burmese man who had left himself outside the box called in and said with a smile: "Go down below and buy me a pack of cigarettes."

The Burmese man exited the box and trotted down the stairs. At the entrance of the Peace Hotel, he followed the Burmese man guarding there and said in a deep voice: "Boss, I want you to quickly inform Inspector Henry and go to the Xiongye Wharf for repairs."

Investigate arms smuggling in the factory???"

The Burmese man who got the news quickly got into the car that had been prepared. The car roared and sped away.

At this time, Robin, who had been waiting outside the door, saw this scene, which was exactly what Zhao Fanchen told him last night. Then he received a text message from Zhao Fanchen: "Do as we agreed, and we must do it quickly!

"

The batch of arms that Amin handed back was not immediately sent back to the repair shop at Xiongye's dock. Robin stopped them and told Haizi's confidants that this was Xiongye's intention, and those people naturally followed Robin's command.

.

"Brothers, the opportunity to do something big has come. Success or failure depends on this. Come on, get in the car quickly." Robin led the dozen Burmese people into the truck carrying the arms, and then let

The dozen or so reliable brothers he selected last night drove the dozen or so loading trucks toward the repair shop at Xiongye Pier. Then Robin led the dozen or so Burmese people to pull the batch of arms toward

Qiao Zhenhai drove away at the site of the largest freight terminal in Chinatown.

Ten minutes later, the Burmese man under Amin hurriedly rushed into the Chinatown police station and found Inspector Henry who had been waiting for a long time. He whispered something and a look appeared on Inspector Henry's face.

Sly smile: "Master Xiong, I will make you kneel down and beg me this time." Then he waved his hand: "Let's go, let's go to work, go to the largest scrap car recycling plant at the seaside pier????"

Detective Henry led a large number of police officers with live ammunition and bulletproof vests. They all boarded the police, turned on the loud siren, and ran all the way to the seaside pier. Victory seemed to be in sight. Henry seemed to have seen that hateful Chief Detective Will.

The captain has been driven out of that position by himself. Maybe after tonight, the entire Chinatown will be his jurisdiction as Chief Inspector Henry, and he will no longer have to suffer in front of Will.

On this side, Robin and the gang drove into Qiao Zhenhai's largest freight storage warehouse in Chinatown, pulling genuine arms. They were stopped by the guards at the door, and several Burmese people jumped out of the car.

He came down and explained: "Master Qiao told our boss that the plan has changed. Just in case, let us send this batch of goods back first."

Qiao Zhenhai's people took a look at the dozen loading trucks behind them and went up to check. They were indeed the dozen trucks that Amin drove out from here in the morning. Even these dozen trucks belonged to Qiao Zhenhai.

After checking it again and confirming that it was correct, Qiao Zhenhai's people put the dozen loading trucks in and asked Robin and the Burmese to drive the dozen trucks containing arms into the storage warehouse.

In the big warehouse of the warehouse.

After coming out of Qiao Zhenhai's freight warehouse, Robin paid the more than ten Burmese people their due rewards not far away, took a look at the warehouse over there, and dialed Zhao Fanchen's mobile phone number: "

Brother Xiao Fan, I have finished what you asked me to do. I will call Mr. Xiong right away and ask him to inform Chief Inspector Will to come to Qiao Zhenhai’s freight warehouse to check for the batch of smuggled arms.”

After hanging up the phone, Robin dialed Master Hu's mobile phone number: "Master Hu, Brother Xiaofan asked me to inform Master Xiong to inform Chief Inspector Will to check for the smuggled goods in Qiao Zhenhai's freight warehouse.

arms????"

At this time, Mr. Hu, who received the call in the villa in Chinatown, looked stunned for a moment, and ran to the garden. He was lying on a bamboo and rattan chair by the fish pond, listening to the Huangmei Opera. Mr. Xiong closed his eyes and calmed down, and whispered:

: "Master Xiong, Robin called and asked you to inform Chief Inspector Will to go to that old fox Qiao Zhenhai's cargo warehouse to check for the batch of smuggled arms we lost last night."

Mr. Xiong opened his eyes, reached out and pressed down the old-fashioned cassette record player in his arms, then slowly sat up and suddenly smiled: "Did Zhao Fanchen really say this? It's not simple! What a terrible future!"

I feel old????”

"That's right, that's what Robin said, Master Xiong, what should we do now?" Sihu sat down on the bamboo and rattan chair next to him.

"Sihu, help me inform Inspector Will and ask him to go to Qiao Zhenhai's largest freight warehouse to check for the smuggled arms. This favor must be sold to Will." After saying this, Mr. Xiong continued to close his door.

With a smile on his eyes and face, he began to listen to Huangmei Opera. Occasionally, he would sing a few times when he heard a high-spirited song.

In the Peace Hotel on this side, Amin felt that the time was almost up, stood up, and said with a smile: "You two, I have returned the arms. I think it is time for me to leave. I hope you can tell Mr. Xiong that

, we can live in harmony in the future, say goodbye????"

"If you want to leave, do you think Master Xiong's things are so easy to get?" Haizi slammed the table and stood up, shouting: "There is nothing so cheap in the world. If you want to leave, just keep your life!"
Chapter completed!