When they saw Inspector Henry appear, the faces of these people became very ugly. They were nervously wary and eager to try because they understood that there was some festive celebration between Inspector Henry and Master Xiong.

When Zhao Fanchen saw Henry appear, he calmed down instead. He smiled exaggeratedly and shouted: "Did Inspector Henry? I didn't expect to meet you here. Are you doing well recently? When he was with Inspector Will yesterday, he mentioned you!"

"I'm fine! Is Mr. Xiong okay?" Inspector Henry's face could not be seen. He did not get out of the car. When he saw Zhao Fanchen, he frowned, then looked at the white policeman and asked, "What happened?"

"Inspector Henry, I suspect there is a problem with this person's residence status, and the car is suspicious and needs to be checked, I

"Before the white policeman finished speaking, he was interrupted by Inspector Henry: "Okay, no need to check his identity. There is no problem with his identity. You don't need to check this car. Let them leave!"

Inspector Henry looked at Zhao Fanchen deeply, then his head retracted into the car. The brothers next to him breathed a sigh of relief. The white policeman looked a little depressed, and he looked suspiciously at Zhao Fanchen and returned the ID to him unwillingly.

A group of people got into the car. While driving, Zhao Fanchen reached out of the window and raised a middle finger at the extremely depressed white policeman just now.

"It was so dangerous just now! Didn't Inspector Henry have a holiday with Mr. Xiong? How could he let us go?" Robin and several brothers were a little confused. "It's not a month ago. The police don't need to cause trouble for themselves. The current situation has returned to peace, so Inspector Henry is of course unwilling to provoke Mr. Xiong, because it has no meaning at all. The division of forces determines the ultimate direction of interests." Zhao Fanchen lit a cigarette for himself, took a deep breath, and he smiled faintly.

Zhao Fanchen did not ask Robin to drive to the dock directly, but asked him to go around the dock after a few rounds, and then went to the dock when he was sure that there was no policeman's tail behind him.

When we arrived at the dock, it was still early before the transaction time. Zhao Fanchen asked several brothers to check around. Robin went out to buy a few lunch boxes and a few cans of beer.

A few people leaned against the van, eating lunch boxes and sandwiches, drinking beer and waiting for the transaction time. Until the afternoon, the Burmese people finally arrived on a yacht.

These Burmese people are very ghostly. They usually don’t go ashore easily. Their dens are all on yachts on the sea. Once there is any movement, the group of people will retreat quickly like snakes without leaving any trace.

They were riding a small yacht, and seven people came. The two carried two identical small bags on their shoulders. One was the leader, with bare heads, earrings, a Buddha statue on their necks, wearing a very popular plaid shirt, two strange patterns tattooed on their exposed chests, with a tough look on their faces, and a toothpick in their mouths, which seemed to be very clever.

"Brother Xiaofan, their people are here." Robin glanced at the docking yacht and wanted to get up, but was stopped by Zhao Fanchen: "Don't move, just pretend that he didn't see them."

The most taboo thing when trading is to run up rashly, as this will be misunderstood by the other party and will also attract the attention of some people on the dock. Therefore, before trading, you will not take the initiative to release them all. You will first observe the situation around you before making a decision.

Sure enough, after the yacht landed, the Burmese people seemed to be veterans. They went ashore and didn't even look at the people on Zhao Fanchen's side. They walked directly to the other side of the dock. There was a place where people who were on board were waiting for a rest and stayed and had a place to eat. From the location where Zhao Fanchen was now, they could clearly see the movements of the Burmese people. They entered the fast restaurant, and then each ordered a fast food hot dog. Seven people ordered a glass of orange juice. This was the code that was made with Zhao Fanchen and the others, which meant that it was safe. We traded here. The two people carrying the same small bags had not put down the bags on their shoulders and sat there and stared around.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Zhao Fanchen asked the rest of the people to stay. He took Robin and the two of them took out two black handbags from the trunk of the van, and then walked towards the fast restaurant not far away.

No abnormalities happened along the way. Zhao Fanchen kept the gun in his pocket behind him. This was the first time Robin did such a thing, and he was obviously a little nervous and excited.

He took Robin into the fast food restaurant. Zhao Fanchen sat down by the window and ordered two cups of coffee. Then he placed the black handbag in his hand under the table. The Burmese people obviously noticed that Zhao Fanchen had come in, and the two of them asked for two cups of coffee.

The Burmese man was eating fast food on the plate as if nothing had happened, looking at the surroundings from time to time. After waiting for ten minutes, the leader of the Burmese man reached out and wiped his mouth with a tissue, then leaned back to the chair. The two of them were sitting back and behind him. The position Zhao Fanchen chose was very special. There was a large bonsai in front of the chair beside the window, which could cover a person's body. When the two people were trading, the bonsai could just block them. The Burmese man did not look back and whispered: "A sea of ​​swords and fire!"

"Focus on the same boat!" Zhao Fanchen here pretended to pick up the coffee, leaned on the chair, asked for a magazine, and said softly.

"Have you brought money and things?" This Burmese man used not very fluent Mandarin. On the glass cup he was holding, Zhao Fanchen could see that the Burmese man's hand was always in the pocket of his loose sportswear, and the gun handle showed a trace.

At this time, Zhao Fanchen took out the gun in his hand and placed it under the open magazine without leaving any trace. He took a sip of coffee. Damn it, it was so bitter that he whispered: "You guys have brought all the goods!"

The Burmese man kicked the guy carrying a small bag next to him. The guy immediately untied the small bag on his shoulder and quietly paddled along the ground.

Zhao Fanchen winked, Robin bent down and grabbed the small bag that was coming in his hand. He opened it and looked at it, reached out and touched it a few times, put it into the coffee cup in front of him. After taking a sip of coffee, Robin nodded to Zhao Fanchen. Just as the Burmese was about to pad the other small bag in his hand along the ground, Zhao Fanchen suddenly found that two very suspicious people appeared outside.

The two people stood face to face in front of the guardrail on the edge of the dock. Although they covered up very well, they were still discovered by Zhao Fanchen, because when Zhao Fanchen saw the two people turning their heads after looking at the location of the restaurant, they clearly saw a white thing stuffed into their ear holes. Zhao Fanchen knew that it was a headset. When they turned around on purpose, they seemed to be saying something to the headset.

As soon as he saw these two people, Zhao Fanchen knew that he and the Burmese were exposed and were targeted. It should be the police. It can be seen from the whereabouts of the two people that he did not act rashly. Zhao Fanchen looked calm and turned his head casually and found that three groups of people had already targeted him. It seems that this time it was really exposed, but the problem is how could the police find out here? Could there be a traitor or the Burmese person attracting the police? Zhao Fanchen is sure that the police were definitely not following him.

The foot under the table gently touched Robin. The boy was very clever. Zhao Fanchen lowered his voice and said, "Don't move, don't look back, just think it's something, it didn't happen. After a while, I said run away, and you just run with me with your stuff!"

Robin nodded and had quietly grabbed the black handbag under the table in his hand. At this moment, the two policemen outside seemed to have discovered something and walked towards the fast food restaurant. The Burmese man who was about to scrape the bag down, he saw two suspicious people outside walking towards the fast food restaurant. The guy immediately pulled back the things in his hand and said something in a low voice in the bald Burmese man's ear. The Burmese man glanced at the policeman who was walking here and immediately turned his body to snatch the small bag back, but he had already been grabbed by Zhao Fanchen. The guy roared angrily, kicked the table over, and screamed strangely: "Fuck guy, they have attracted the police, fuck them to death.

As soon as they saw that they were about to pull out their guns, Zhao Fanchen overturned the table in front of him, grabbed the Browning pistol on the table, and shouted: "Run!" Robin turned around and carried the black handbag in his hand and rushed towards the bathroom.

Zhao Fanchen overturned the table and ran away, causing a burst of riots and screams in the fast food restaurant. When Zhao Fanchen ran, the suspicious people outside rushed over quickly. The Burmese people were blocked by the table raised by Zhao Fanchen, and their movements were a little hesitant. These guys pulled out their guns and shot at Zhao Fanchen and Robin who were running into the bathroom door. Bang, bullets shot, gunshots were everywhere, and the fast food restaurant was suddenly in chaos. The people all hugged their heads and screamed and cried. The crowd suddenly became messy. The bullets almost wiped Zhao Fanchen's head and hit the door frame of the bathroom, stirring up a piece of cement debris. Zhao Fanchen shrank, hugged his waist and rushed into the bathroom quickly.

The Burmese people outside had already had a fire with several policemen rushing in. The Burmese people screamed strangely, as if they were saying that Zhao Fanchen had betrayed them. There were bangs of gunfire, bullets shot, and glass shattered.
Chapter completed!