The Benz drove forward along the straight Yingbin Avenue.
suddenly.
The greening construction vehicle that was originally driving on the boulevard suddenly accelerated, and the steering wheel rushed out from the gap between the isolation belt and hit the side of the Benz that passed it.
The screech of brakes sounded.
Benz only reacted at this time and subconsciously stepped on the brakes, but it was already too late.
"Bang"
Amidst the loud impact, the passenger door of the Benz was deeply dented, and the body of the Benz deviated from the planned driving direction under the huge impact.
The car flew straight out, the glass shattered in the air and splashed all over the ground. The car left a black rut mark on the road. After a brief loss of control, it crashed into the isolation belt on the side, and the hood bulged out.
Green smoke.
"Crack."
The man in a labor protection suit opened the car door and walked towards the Benz. The labor protection shoes under his feet made a screeching sound on the broken glass on the ground.
rear.
The middle-aged man who was responsible for tracking the whole process was sitting in the car and signaled the driver to slow down and the car slid slowly on the road.
His eyes were fixed on the Benz car that was knocked aside in front of him, and he was eager to see that Azhen and her son were killed before he could complete the mission.
soon.
The man in the labor insurance cover walked to the side of the Benz, reached into his pocket and pulled out a dagger. The sharp blade bounced out and refracted the cold light in the sun. The glass with the dark car film could not be seen clearly inside, and the man in the labor insurance cover pulled out a dagger.
The figure was reflected on the glass.
After arriving at the car, he opened the door. The man pulled the door with both hands and stepped on the door with his hands and feet. After a long effort, he finally opened the deformed door, and then he couldn't help but stagnate.
In sight.
A man wearing a red safety helmet was sitting on the seat with his seat belt buckled. He was sitting on the seat with his head tilted and passed out.
As for the passenger seat in the back seat, it was empty. There was no other person in the car except him.
The man was a little confused. The situation at the scene did not match the actual description.
The instructions given by the mission were a woman and a child, but now it turned into a man, and he was still wearing a fucking helmet?
Who the hell wears a helmet when riding in a car?
For a while.
The man couldn't help but turn his head and look at the car sliding slowly on the road in the distance.
The middle-aged man in the car looked at the man and turned his head and cursed in a low voice: "The Yan family shovel, look what I do."
Then he rolled down the window, leaned his upper body out of the passenger seat, and yelled at the man: "If you're still alive, kill them twice. Kill them and leave. Quick, kill them!"
"oh."
The man in the labor protection uniform didn't care anymore. He grabbed the dagger in his hand and leaned forward. The sharp tip of the knife directly stabbed the man sitting in the driver's seat.
"Crack!"
The unconscious man suddenly woke up. He struck quickly and raised his hand to grab the dagger that the man was stabbing at. The tip of the knife pierced sideways into the seat and complained in a low voice:
"No, brother, you came over and stabbed me even if I didn't fucking move. Isn't that a bit too harsh?!"
"Grass!"
The middle-aged man in the labor insurance cover suddenly woke up and grabbed him. His eyelids jumped. He used his palms to quickly close the knife. However, the man held down the knife blade and stuck it on the seat, unable to move. He had to pull the knife and slide it.
.
The sharp blade instantly cut open the surface of the seat, creating a path, and then the tip of the knife turned again and stabbed the man's chest.
"Crack!"
The man's reaction speed was still the same. He grabbed his knife-holding wrist first and looked at him with a sneer: "You're here again?!"
"Go to hell!"
The middle-aged man in labor insurance uniform roared with a ferocious expression and prepared to draw the knife again.
"Bang!"
The man grabbed the middle-aged man's hand and pushed it to the side. The dagger penetrated directly into the gap of the car seat and got stuck. He pulled the middle-aged man forward and hit the middle-aged man with his head wearing a safety helmet.
face door.
"Kacha!"
With a crisp sound, the middle-aged nose bone was bent directly, and nosebleeds flowed down the nostrils.
The middle-aged man bared his teeth and his facial features were twisted and squeezed together: "Fuck you"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The man's helmet-wearing head was hit several times in succession, hitting the middle-aged man's head hard.
After several strokes in a row, the middle-aged man's head shook and he rolled his eyes. There was a buzzing sound in his head and he became dizzy.
"Is it fun?"
The man grabbed the middle-aged man's collar, looked at him faintly, smiled at him, and then bumped his head hard against him again.
"Bang!"
With a crisp sound, the middle-aged man couldn't hold on anymore and his mind went blank. He was pushed out of the car and stood there for a few moments, then fell straight to the ground.
"The Yan family shovel!"
The middle-aged man in the car behind looked at the middle-aged man in labor insurance uniform who suddenly fell down in front of him with blood on his face. He cursed in a low voice and reached out and took out the big black star in his pocket:
"One woman can't solve it?!"
He opened the car door and walked straight out, loading the gun and loading the gun as he walked, walking very quickly.
"Grass!"
The man wearing a safety helmet saw the middle-aged man holding a gun in the rearview mirror and cursed in a low voice:
"Damn it, it seems like it's not easy to make money."
At that moment, he immediately took off his seat belt, slowly opened the car door out of sight and got out of the car.
"Bang bang bang!"
The middle-aged man walked to the car, pointed his gun at the car, pulled the trigger and fired randomly. After a few shots, he came to the car and looked inside. The car was empty, and his eyes suddenly froze.
Fell into a trap!
At this time.
"Bang!"
Suddenly a gunshot was heard from the green belt on the right side of the road, followed by a large number of plainclothesmen swarming out from both sides.
"Don't move!"
Song Zijie, who was leading the team, took the lead. He fired a .38 into the sky and pointed it directly at the man holding the gun opposite:
"Send someone, don't move, put down the gun!"
"Put the gun down!"
The other guys held the .38 point at the middle-aged man with their guns pointed at it, and instantly surrounded the middle-aged man.
After a brief hesitation for a few seconds, the middle-aged man let go of the big black star in his right hand, dropped it to the ground, and raised his hands skillfully:
"I surrender, Sir, don't shoot, don't shoot!"
"Bang!"
Song Zijie swung the muzzle of his gun and pulled the trigger. The .38 muzzle sprayed flames. The middle-aged man shuddered and collapsed on the ground.
rear.
There was a sound of collision, and the driver who was trying to escape was hit by a .38 shot in his tire and exploded. He lost control and hit the roadside. He was dragged out of the car and pinned to the ground by the swarming police officers.
"Are you so scared?!"
Song Zijie put away his gun and inserted it into the holster on his waist, with a graceful movement: "How dare you take out the gun if you are so afraid of death? Attack the street."
"you"
"I am Senior Inspector Song Zijie of Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station. You are suspected of murder and illegal possession of firearms. I want to arrest you now."
"Hand up!"
Song Zijie waved his hand and motioned for the man to go up and handcuff him. He looked at the man wearing a helmet who was hiding in the front of the Benz:
"Okay, come out, it's okay."
The front of the car.
A Miao, who was wearing a helmet, walked out, took off the helmet buckle, and shook his hair: "Sir Song, do you want to play like this? If you come out later, just collect the body for me."
Amiao is now the security captain with heavy security and was assigned to take charge of today's task.
"Isn't this coming?"
Song Zijie bared his teeth and shrugged innocently: "I didn't expect that this street fighter would dare to shoot near the pier, and he was not afraid of the police nearby."
"snort."
Amiao curled her lips, stopped talking nonsense to Song Zijie, and stepped forward to the middle-aged man in labor insurance uniform who was being held down.
The middle-aged man in the labor insurance uniform had now woken up. He looked at A Miao, who was holding the helmet in his right hand and stroking the helmet with his left hand. He had an unconvinced look on his face and the blood in his nostrils had solidified.
Judging from his state, there must have been something wrong with him just after being hit several times by Amiao. He must have been concussed and couldn't escape.
"how?"
Amiao glanced sideways at the middle-aged man in labor insurance: "Looking at your expression, you don't seem convinced?!"
He raised his hand and patted the red helmet in his hand, and said in a clear and loud voice: "Who the hell doesn't wear a helmet when assassinating? We just wear helmets. If you don't wear a helmet, whoever loses will lose if you don't."
Turn around.
His eyes fell on the middle-aged man who was in charge of the assassination operation: "Are you a little curious? You watched Azhen and the others get into this car and followed them all the way, but in the end it turned out to be me?"
"Assassination is very brain-consuming. Use your brain in everything."
He raised his hand and nodded his head: "Do you remember the car that forced the car to merge into the queue before? It deliberately turned away from you, and when you followed it again, the car had already switched. It was crazy."
"Okay, you have enough!"
The doubts in the middle-aged man's heart were cleared, and he gritted his teeth unwillingly: "The winner and the loser are willing to admit defeat. I accept defeat, but it is impossible to ask anything from me."
"take away."
Song Zijie waved his hand, not bothering to listen to his nonsense anymore, and motioned to the waiter to take him down: "Thank you for your hard work. We have no problems at all here. We completed the mission successfully. I wonder how Dongguan Zai and the others are doing over there."
"Go first."
Amiao spread her hands and waved to Song Zijie: "Don't forget to give me a good citizen award and a bonus. Remember to apply for it for me."
"no problem."
Song Zijie bared his teeth and smiled.
The other side.
Outside the community where Lao Xiang's home is located, a black car stopped at the intersection. The car window was covered with dark film, making it difficult to see inside.
Two men wearing peaked caps and masks were sitting in the back seat. They were both dressed in the same uniform, both wearing large black coats. They were sitting on the seats with their hands in their pockets, looking expressionlessly at the exit of the community in front of them.
The driver was sitting in the driver's seat, holding a phone in one hand and looking at the gate of the community.
Their goal is Lao Xiang.
"Depend on."
The man in the back seat raised his hand to look at his watch and muttered: "What are you doing? He hasn't been out for so long. I don't think it's better. Let's just go into the community and arrest him and call it a day."
"no."
The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and retorted directly: "This community is very big. If we don't get it done at once, and Lao Xiang is so familiar with it, if he wants to run away, it will definitely be detrimental to us."
"The donor said he would wait at the door, so he will wait at the door. Why are you in a hurry?"
"snort."
The man snorted without answering.
Cai Yuanqi's villa.
Cai Yuanqi sat on the balcony with his legs crossed, holding a burning cigar in his left hand, and his right hand resting on the table, lighting his fingers rhythmically on the table.
"Is it almost done?"
Cai Yuanqi frowned and turned to look at the assistant standing aside.
"That's almost it."
The assistant raised his hand and looked at his watch: "If nothing else, it should be done by now, and they should be on their way back."
"Um"
Cai Yuanqi responded angrily and said no more.
If nothing happens, something will happen.
Just then.
Cai Yuanqi's mobile phone placed on the table rang, and the police team's internal line called: "Something happened."
"Lao Xiang's wife Azhen and their children were not in the car. There was someone else in the car. Song Zijie from Tsim Sha Tsui led someone to hold them down."
"The person has been taken back to Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station."
The voice on the phone was very urgent, and after he finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly.
"."
Cai Yuanqi's expression froze, and his face became somewhat stiff. It took several seconds before he turned to look at the assistant standing beside him expressionlessly.
There was no expression on his face, he just looked at the assistant, his eyes were intimidating and extremely cold.
The assistant was a little confused. Looking at Cai Yuanqi, who was staring straight at him with an expressionless face, his whole body felt numb for a moment, and a bad premonition came over him:
"What. What's going on?"
The assistant was very stressed, and her tone of voice was trembling. Even her breathing became a little less, and she didn't dare to breathe out.
"I didn't give you any money?!"
Cai Yuanqi's eyes widened a bit, and he stared at the assistant and repeated: "I didn't give you any money, did I?"
"."
The assistant swallowed a mouthful of saliva, nodded first, and then quickly shook his head in a smart way: "No, no! I gave it, I gave it a lot!"
"Then why the hell did things happen like this?!"
Cai Yuanqi slapped his hand on the table and gasped: "Who the hell did you find to do this? Azhen and her son were not in the car at all, there was someone else in the car!"
"No one was in the fucking car, how could they follow? They didn't even know they were replaced?"
"have no idea?!!"
"!"
The assistant's body trembled, and his legs went limp and he fell to the ground.
"Grass!"
Cai Yuanqi grabbed the assistant's collar with his right hand and dragged him to him. He picked up the glass ashtray on the table and smashed it on his head.
"waste!"
"idiot!"
"You piece of trash!"
"Boom, boom, boom!"
The stiff glass ashtray was instantly stained red, and blood spattered and slid down the assistant's face.
around.
The two subordinates looked at this scene and took two steps back unconsciously.
"Bang."
Cai Yuanqi placed the blood-stained ashtray on the carpet and roared in a low voice: "Kill Lao Xiang, just kill him!"
