The fleet of black cars drove into the park along the tree-lined avenue of the park and stopped near the entrance.
Ji Bu opened the door and got out of the car. He leaned against the car and took out a cigarette to light it. He stared at the outline of the factories in the industrial park in front of him under the night sky with deep eyes.
"Oh."
Luo Tianhong followed, holding the Eight-sided Han Sword in his arms, and glanced at the lane with almost no cars:
"It seems that they have been waiting for a long time, just waiting for us to come."
At this point, the industrial park should be very busy, with large trucks coming and going everywhere, but it is unusually quiet at this moment.
"Um"
Ji Bu nodded and waved his hand behind him. Of the six cars sitting behind him, three cars drove in first. After entering the park, they quickly dispersed and headed towards their destination, Yuanhong Precision.
After waiting for a few minutes.
Two silver cars drove over and stopped beside Ji Bu and the others.
"Ji Sheng!"
Chen Guozhong opened the car door and walked out. He first looked at the three cars parked on the roadside, took out a cigarette and lit it:
"I have arrived."
"Tsk"
Ji Bu had expected something, but when he saw Chen Guozhong and himself in a team of only four people, he couldn't help but clicked his tongue and bared his teeth and said with a smile:
"Sir Chen, you are really confident. There are only four of you, and you are here to catch Wang Bao? Don't you look down on Wang Bao a little?"
"It's funny."
Chen Guozhong looked at Ji Bu's playful smile and shrugged: "If something happens, it would be good to have three people with me."
"It seems that what happens tonight depends mainly on you."
His eyes fell on Ji Bu, his tone sank, and he said with great sincerity: "Please!"
"Let's go."
Ji Bu raised his hand and looked at his wrist, then pointed at the Yuanhong Precision Park Building in front of him: "Then you guys just stay outside. When we finish the inside, you can bring the people in to finish the work."
"Is it just you?"
Chen Guozhong was stunned when he heard this, and looked at everyone in disbelief: "Wang Bao and the others must have arms in their hands, you guys?"
"What's wrong with them having guns?"
Ji Bu hummed in disbelief, turned around and walked towards the car: "They have guns, and so do we!"
As several people got on the bus, the convoy drove in quickly.
"All right."
Chen Guozhong looked at the motorcade that had already driven in, dropped the cigarette butt in his hand, got in the car and followed in.
rear.
In the bushes of the green belt, a figure flashed out. Looking at the motorcade driving in one after another, he picked up the intercom and quickly reported inside:
"Come in, come in, everyone is coming in."
After the convoy entered the park, Chen Guozhong did not follow him. Instead, he separated and guarded the gate of Yuanhong Precision as Ji Bu said. Four policemen guarded the two gates, one on the left and the other on the right.
At Yuanhong Precision's industrial park factory, Ji Bu and his group stopped the car, looked at the rows of brightly lit factory buildings in front of them, and stepped forward.
Luo Tianhong followed Ji Bu with the Eight-sided Han Sword in his arms.
"Aji."
Ji Bu glanced at Aji, who was wearing white clothes when he got out of the car: "You keep an eye on Chen Guozhong, don't let him die."
"Um."
Ah Ji responded, put his hands in his pockets and left the large group.
The group of people quickly headed inside.
Ji Bu and Luo Tianhong walked in front, followed by a team of ten security guards, arranged in an orderly manner.
The quality of this group of security guards is really good. They are all tall and tall, wearing the standard large windbreaker and black tactical boots. They follow the two of them in unison, and their momentum is quite strong.
It didn't take long.
The busy warehouse in front appeared in front of everyone, and a group of horses were busy unloading goods from trucks, each with large boxes.
Seeing them coming, this group of people did not pause at all and were busy minding their own business.
beside.
Wang Bao, who was wearing a suit, led his team out from the side. The two teams stood a distance apart and each stopped.
"yo"
Wang Bao sneered and glanced at the people on Ji Bu's side: "I've been waiting for you here for a long time. I didn't expect you to really dare to come. If you dare to come, forget it. You just bring a dozen people. Why, you look down on me, Wang Bao." ah?"
"What happened to ten people?"
Ji Bu raised his eyebrows slightly, took out a cigarette, lit it, and replied unequivocally: "Ten people are enough to deal with you."
"What a loud tone!"
Wang Bao sneered, looked away, and pointed at the crowd behind him who were busy unloading the goods:
"Come, my goods are right here, take them if you can."
"OK."
Ji Bu nodded, squinted his eyes and took a puff of his cigarette. The cigarette butt flickered in the dark night: "Don't worry, I'm coming over today. In addition to your goods, I also want your people!"
"Why?"
Wang Bo glanced sideways at Ji Bu: "With the dozen or so of you? With Chen Guozhong waiting outside? Four policemen came to the industrial park in the middle of the night. There are so many trucks. It's cheap to kill them!"
Speaking of which.
His tone changed: "I don't think it's better than this. You help Chen Guozhong and others fight against me. Why don't we cooperate? I will open up your brother Ali's channels in Mexico, and you will integrate the market on Hong Kong Island, and we will become bigger and stronger." .”
"I'm more interested in you than this."
Ji Bu grinned and licked his dry lips: "At least Brother Bao is now a well-known figure on the road. If I kill you, I will be very powerful even if I say it!"
"The Yan family shovel!"
When Wang Bao heard this, his expression suddenly dropped: "What does my being a white powder have to do with you? You are no longer a policeman or an undercover agent. Why do you want to be my enemy with Chen Guozhong?!"
"Free!"
Ji Bu exhaled a puff of smoke, raised his hand and threw the finished cigarette on the ground, stepped on it and crushed it hard.
"have a finger in the pie!"
Wang Bao stared at Ji Bu and his group in front of him, then waved his big hand.
immediately.
A large group of people suddenly appeared around the factory, and the dense crowd instantly surrounded them in the middle.
"I'll give you another chance to reorganize your language!"
Wang Bao raised his hand and pulled the hem of his suit, and looked at his group of horsemen with high spirits:
"I, Wang Bao, have many people and money, and I am waiting for you. If you don't cooperate, then you don't want to leave today."
Under Wang Bao's gaze, a group of horse boys tightened their machetes in their hands and stared at them one by one. As long as Wang Bao gave an order, they could immediately swarm up and chop down the group of people.
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The gate of Yuanhong Precision Park.
Chen Guozhong and his subordinates sat in the car, rolled down the window, took out a cigarette, lit it, and looked inside the park.
"Sir Chen."
The clerk took a puff of his cigarette and looked at Chen Guozhong, who was sitting in the passenger seat: "Do you think they can do it?"
"It will definitely work!"
Chen Guozhong didn't know whether he was confident in Ji Bu or felt that this matter could only succeed. He gritted his teeth and said:
"No matter what, I must catch Wang Bao with my own hands and grab him first. He won't have anywhere to run if he wants to."
"Um."
The waiter nodded when he heard this, stopped talking and smoked, waiting for the signal from inside.
rear.
In a 24-hour 7-11 convenience store, Ma Jun, dressed in black leather, sat on the table, eating the noodles from the bucket in front of him. He put the noodles into his mouth with a fork on his spoon.
"call"
He picked up the instant noodle bucket and took a sip of the instant noodle soup. He put his hands on the table and let out a soothing breath.
"Kill Chen Guozhong."
Ma Zai, who was sitting next to him, gestured to the car parked over there with his lips raised, and reached out to pat the bulging black canvas bag in front of him:
"Kill him, I'll give you the money, and everyone will be settled."
Left hand.
The big black star is tightly held in the hand to prevent the horse army from playing tricks.
“Good money!”
Ma Jun glanced at Ma Zai expressionlessly and stood up on the table: "If you miss one word, I will chop off your hand!"
Finished.
He stepped out and walked quickly towards the silver car. He took out a dagger from his pocket in his right hand and stared at the silver car in front of him, his pace gradually speeding up.
In the car.
The clerk was sitting in the driver's seat smoking a cigarette and looking into the park from time to time. Suddenly he noticed the rearview mirror out of the corner of his eye.
In the rearview mirror.
An army of horsemen dressed in black is approaching at a fast pace.
"Sir Chen!"
The waiter blinked and after seeing the person clearly, he subconsciously opened the door with his left hand and stretched his right hand to the point 38 on his waist:
"Ma Jun, Ma Jun is here!"
"Ma Jun?!"
When Chen Guozhong heard this, his eyelids jumped and he looked back.
"Da da da"
Ma Jun looked at the open car door, quickened his pace and charged forward. He grabbed the half-open door and swung it hard before the guy got out of the car.
The guy who had just managed to get out half of his body was hit hard by the car door and got stuck in the car door. The .38 that he had just pulled out instantly suffered pain and fell to the ground.
"Pfft!"
Ma Jun had quick eyesight and quick hands, and the dagger in his hand swiped directly through the neck of the man who was clamped on the car door.
A line of blood shot out.
The guy didn't even have a chance to speak. His eyes widened and he fell limply to the ground.
co-pilot.
Chen Guozhong opened the door and came out with a .38 in his hand. He just walked around to the front of the car and saw blood spurting from the driver's neck. He growled and quickly pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
The muzzle of the .38 gun sprayed out flames, but Ma Jun dodged it. He jumped up with his feet on the ground, stepped on the hood, jumped up, and turned over in the smoke that had not dissipated, and directly grabbed Chen Guozhong's hand. , grabbed his gun hand and raised it to the sky.
"Bang bang!"
The 38 points were clicked one after another, but they all shot into the sky.
Ma Jun grabbed Chen Guozhong's gun-holding hand with his left hand, and swung the dagger left and right in Chen Guozhong's chest, cutting bloody wounds.
"Pfft, pfft!"
The sharp blade instantly cut open the flesh on Chen Guozhong's chest, leaving a series of wounds on his chest. With the knife drawn continuously, Chen Guozhong stepped back unsteadily, and was finally pushed to the car door by Ma Jun.
Underfoot.
Scarlet blood flowed down, dyeing the concrete floor dark red, and the point 38 in his hand fell to the ground due to loss of strength.
"Ho ho."
Chen Guozhong was bleeding from his mouth and nose. He looked at the Ma Jun in front of him and gritted his teeth: "The Yan family is going to kill the Ma Jun. You deserve to die!"
Said.
He bent down with difficulty and reached out to pick up the 38 points that fell on the ground.
"Oh!"
Ma Jun stood there and looked at Chen Guozhong, who was bending down to pick up the gun. He sneered and looked at him with blood dripping from the dagger in his hand.
"Ho ho."
Chen Guozhong struggled to pick up the gun on the ground, coughing blood in his throat, and tremblingly grabbed the .38.
"Bang!"
Ma Jun suddenly raised his foot and kicked away the .38 that Chen Guozhong had picked up, and then trampled Chen Guozhong onto the hood.
Point thirty-eight rotates in the air.
"You can't even hold a gun and you still want to kill me?!"
Ma Jun stared at Chen Guozhong with wide eyes, and the dagger in his right hand suddenly stabbed directly into Chen Guozhong's chest.
Chen Guozhong trembled and fell on the hood of the car. The blood underneath him dripped down the hood.
"Bata."
Point 38 fell to the ground, hit the ground, and was soaked in blood.
"snort!"
Ma Jun abandoned the dagger, waved his hand without looking, turned and walked towards the 7-11 convenience store behind him.
He casually grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the container to wash away the blood on his hands, and then reached for the black money bag in Ma Zai's hand.
Ma Zai witnessed the whole process, and when he saw Ma Jun again, there was a twinkle in his eyes.
After Ma Jun glanced at the banknotes inside to confirm that they were correct, he glanced coldly at Ma Zai, who had a strange expression, and then left with the money bag.
Exited the convenience store.
Ma Jun looked around, walked out with his money bag, walked a short distance along the road, followed the corner and entered the alley next to it.
In the alley.
White lights lined up along the alley, illuminating the entire alley and making it look extremely white.
Ma Jun carried the money bag in his left hand and walked steadily inside. The light reflected Ma Jun's figure on the ground, elongating it.
As he walked, Ma Jun suddenly frowned and looked at the alley, but his steps continued.
The end of the alley.
Aji walked out from the corner at the end of the alley, holding a short knife and spinning it in his hand.
After he walked out, he stopped directly in the middle of the alley, standing straight with his legs spread out and his back straight, squinting at the oncoming horse army.
Aji, who was dressed in white clothes, white pants and white shoes, and had white hair, was immersed in the white light.
A white halo enveloped his body and his face could not be seen clearly.
Ma Jun saw Ah Ji standing in front of him, stared at him, and continued to move forward steadily without stopping.
Aji stood on the spot with his back straight and motionless. He looked at the horse army that was coming incessantly and weighed the dagger in his hand.
The sharp and long dagger has a sharp blade, which reflects the cold light under the light, making it extremely conspicuous.
Ma Jun looked at Ah Ji coldly, then reached out and pulled out the telescopic swing stick attached to his waist. With a slight shake, the steel swing stick stretched out.
The stick was pressed against the wall of the alley. As the horse army moved, the stick rubbed against the wall and made a harsh sound. It kept moving forward and then stopped in the middle of the alley.
The two looked at each other.
"You want to die?!"
Ma Jun stood there and stared at Ah Ji coldly: "You were lucky last time, do you really think you can beat me?!"
"Oh!"
Aji chuckled slightly, stared at Ma Jun and narrowed his eyes. The right hand holding the knife shook slightly, and the short knife was thrown up from the air.
He touched the ground with his right foot and exerted force. He jumped out on the spot, caught the dagger in the air, held it in his hand and rushed towards the cavalry army.
Ma Jun shouted loudly, dropped the money bag in his hand, and rushed forward with the stick in his right hand.
"Da da da"
The soles of their shoes stepped on the hard cement floor, making crisp footsteps.
Aji slashed at Ma Jun head on with his sword, and he slashed at Ma Jun's head very quickly. Ma Jun's reaction speed was also not weak. He swung his stick in his hand and blocked directly.
"clang!"
"clang!"
The short knife slashed at the steel swing stick, and the sound of metal was heard constantly from the collision.
After a few short chops, the two of them stepped back and distanced themselves, staring at each other.
"Come again!"
Ma Jun shouted loudly, took the initiative to face Aji with a swinging stick, and went straight to Aji's head.
Ah Ji stood on the spot, holding the tip of his short sword inward, squinting at the horse soldiers who were rushing towards them, and slashed with the sword.
"Qiang Qiang Qiang!"
Amidst the rough chopping sounds, the rhythm of the two people became faster and faster. One chop and one block, one chop and one block. The two people who struck with all their strength became faster and faster. Under the collision of metal, sparks flew out from time to time.
"Beep!"
With a dull sound, the two people stepped away again.
There were multiple wounds on Ma Jun's arm, and blood spread out from the open wounds.
"Grass!"
Ma Jun spat towards the side, tightened the swing stick in his hand, tapped his feet on the ground and hooked his hand at Ah Ji.
"snort!"
Ah Ji snorted coldly, and walked forward again with the short sword in hand. He put his feet on the ground and exerted his strength to run faster. Then he jumped up in the air, turned around, and slashed the short sword down horizontally.
"clang!"
Ma Jun held a swinging stick to block, and the two men fought secretly with their arms.
"How much did Ji Bu give you?!"
Ma Jun held the swinging stick with both hands and pressed the short knife towards Aji:
"I, Ma Jun, will give you double. You were just a fucking bad boy before. Why should you sacrifice your life for them and the police?!"
"Oh!"
Aji raised the corner of his mouth, showing a contemptuous smile, thrust the tip of the knife forward and then drew it back towards Gui.
"Damn it!"
Ma Jun shouted loudly, swung the stick in his hand and hit Ah Ji's arm directly with great force. He forced A Li's hand holding the knife to be blocked, and then he swung the stick and hit Ah Ji's hand holding the knife continuously, suppressing him from drawing the knife.
.
"Bang bang."
In the dull voice, Ah Ji raised his hand to swing his knife twice, but was knocked down by Ma Jun's stick. He let out a light drink, shook his right wrist, and the short knife in his hand spun around in the air and fell into his left hand. A beautiful change.
With his hand and the tip of the knife, he thrust forward and pierced Ma Jun's arm.
"Bang!"
Ah Ji followed up with his right hand, grabbed Ma Jun's arm, bent his elbow hard, and pushed Ma Jun back.
"Da da da."
Rapid footsteps echoed in the alley.
"Pfft."
Ma Jun's arm collided with the blade of the short knife and was cut open by the sharp blade, with the bone clearly visible.
"Bang!"
Aji pushed Ma Jun against the wall and stared coldly at Ma Jun, who was sweating on his forehead.
Ma Jun's left arm was bleeding profusely at this moment, and a large amount of blood gushes out, converging into lines and dripping to the ground.
"You lose!"
Aji narrowed his eyes and stared at Ma Jun.
"The Yan family shovel!"
Ma Jun's face turned red, veins stood out on his forehead covered in cold sweat, and he roared in a low voice:
"I just want to take my money and leave. I'm leaving. What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me!"
His breathing became faster and faster, and his whole body roared in a low voice: "I didn't lose!"
In the roar.
Ma Jun endured the severe pain and pressed back his left hand to clasp the dagger. His head slammed into Ah Ji's head and smashed him away. At the same time, he raised his foot and kicked Ah Ji to the ground.
The stick held tightly in his right hand hit Aji on the head, forcing him to let go of the dagger in his hand.
Who knew that Aji would not hide at all.
"Here comes the knife!"
Ahji jumped up with a loud roar, tilted his head to the side, and resisted the blow with his shoulders.
His right hand suddenly reached for the handle of the dagger held by Ma Jun's left arm. He grabbed the handle and pulled hard. The blade cut through Ma Jun's arm muscles and dragged the dagger back.
"Pfft!"
There was a muffled sound.
The stick held high in Ma Jun's hand stopped in the air. His eyes widened and he opened his mouth. He looked in disbelief at Aji who was hiding in front of him, and then looked down at the dagger blade that pierced his abdomen.
"You you."
Ma Jun murmured in his mouth, gritted his teeth, gathered his last breath of strength, and stabbed the tip of the stick towards Aji's throat.
"Bang!"
Aji leaned back, put his hands on the ground, raised his feet and kicked the knife handle.
"Pfft!"
The dagger sank completely into Ma Jun's abdomen. Ma Jun staggered back under the strain, his knees softened and he fell to the ground. He threw the stick in his hand on the ground to hold himself up to prevent himself from falling.
Ah Ji stood up and stood behind Ma Jun. The lights on the wall shone on him, reflecting their shadows on the ground.