Chapter 96 The trapped beast in the cage (please subscribe)
noon.
Duan Kun, who had just finished his meal, was strolling in the backyard with a cigarette in his mouth.
Until last night, Ajian has not looked for him again, nor has he mentioned what happened last night.
This morning...
He also heard that Ajian took Ji Bu and the two of them went to find Guidong, the boss of the North Hall. When they came back in the morning, they released Gao Guoren, and then there was no movement.
Such a big thing happened last night, but Ajian let him go instead.
They neither mentioned their next plans nor mentioned this batch of goods, which made Duan Kun feel a little uneasy.
"Zi"
Duan Kun took a heavy drag on his cigarette and looked at the clubhouse Ma Zai standing in front of him, his brows furrowed together.
This horse boy has been seeing him since the morning, and he will appear in his sight from time to time.
His intuition told him that this person seemed to have been staring at him.
At this time.
"Duan Kun."
Wuying stood at the door and shouted to Duan Kun in the backyard: "Jiangkun asked you to go to his room."
Duan Kun was about to find Liang Kun. He didn't think so much at the moment. He pinched off the cigarette in his hand and headed towards Liang Kun's room.
The corridor is very quiet.
Duan Kun came to Liangkun's room, opened the door, and closed the door behind him: "Liangkun, what are you doing with me?"
in the room.
Liang Kun was sitting on the sofa wiping the big black star in his hand. When he heard Duan Kun's words, he couldn't help but raise his head: "What the hell are you doing?"
"What did I ask you to do?"
"Pounce on the street."
Duan Kun cursed casually: "Wuying, this Yan family shovel, said you were looking for me."
He walked to the sofa and sat down, picked up the mineral water on the table and drank it. He glanced at the door of the room and said in a low voice:
"Have they made any movement?"
"No."
Liangkun shook his head: "Don't mention this matter again. It's over now, you know? It's rotten in your stomach."
"Okay."
Duan Kun threw the mineral water into the trash can, patted his trousers, stood up, put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the door.
door.
Two horse boys stood opposite each other, one on the left and one on the right, guarding their door like two door gods.
strangeness.
When I came in just now, there was no one in the corridor. In the blink of an eye, there were two people guarding me?
Duan Kun glanced at them unnaturally, pretended to be calm and stepped out, but was stopped by these two people.
"Brother Kun."
The two horse boys stretched out their hands to block in front of him: "I'm sorry, Jian Ge gave special instructions just now. From now on, you two can't leave here even a step."
"What?!"
Duan Kun's eyelids twitched, and his voice suddenly raised several points: "Can't you leave here?"
"Yes."
Ma Zai nodded.
"Get out of the way."
Duan Kun reached out and pushed Ma Zai, forcing him to go outside: "I'm going to find Ajian now and ask him what's going on."
"Excuse me."
Ma Zai stood motionless on the spot and said firmly: "Brother Jian means to let you stay here honestly and don't move. He will come to find you."
There was a pause.
Ma Zai added again: "Also, Brother Jian asked me to tell you something. He asked you to think carefully. If there is anything you want to say to him, organize your words now."
"There is a big difference between taking the initiative and not taking the initiative."
"..."
When Duan Kun heard this, his heartbeat inexplicably accelerated, and he glanced at the two people: "Get out of the way, I'm going to find him now."
"You can't leave!"
"I told you to get out of the way!"
Duan Kun's eyes widened and he forced himself to go out.
"Crack."
Ma Zai stretched out his hand directly to his lower back and made a gesture of pulling out a gun:
"Brother Jian said that our mission is to keep an eye on you and not allow you to leave the room even half a step. Don't make it difficult for me."
"you"
Duan Kun wanted to say something else, but Ma Zai took two steps back and took out the pistol. He held the pistol with both hands but did not raise it:
"Brother Kun, don't make it difficult for us, otherwise everyone will look bad!"
"The Yan family shovel!"
Duan Kun looked at the gun-wielding Ma Zai with a livid face. He gritted his teeth and could only turn back and enter the room again, slamming the door shut.
Corridor corner.
A Jian and Ji Bu stood here and listened to an overview of the situation just now, and they understood it clearly.
"Tsk, tsk."
Ajian couldn't help but was speechless and glanced at Ji Bu: "Your idea is better. He seems to be a little anxious."
"Just be anxious."
Ji Bu turned around and walked towards the back: "Let the guys outside move around and give him a little more pressure."
in the room.
Duan Kun walked through the entrance hall and returned to the room. He walked hurriedly in front of Liangkun. He looked at Liangkun who was concentrating on taking care of the big black star and said in an anxious tone:
"Didn't you hear what I just said?"
"I heard it."
Liangkun didn't even raise his head and used a towel to oil the barrel of the gun.
"I heard it and you didn't respond yet."
Duan Kun bent down and stared at Liangkun: "Ajian doesn't allow us to leave the room. They must have discovered something."
"What did you find?"
Liangkun stopped what he was doing and looked up at Duan Kun: "If they really find something, they won't lock you in here, but come directly to find you."
He continued to take care of the big black star: "Just sit still, I'm not worried about you."
"Grass!"
Duan Kun sat down on his seat angrily: "Okay, okay, you're great, you're not in a hurry, I'm in a hurry!"
He took out a cigarette and lit it with trembling fingers. He finished one cigarette in two puffs and then lit another for himself. He couldn't sit still and kept walking back and forth in the hall.
He frowned, with a worried expression, and subconsciously walked towards the door, but then he remembered that someone was watching at the door, so he could only turn back, came to the window, and raised his hand to open the curtains.
The curtains are opened.
now.
Suddenly six or seven more horses appeared in the yard outside the window. Although the horses were scattered in the yard, they all looked at his window with a clear purpose.
"Grass!"
Duan Kun looked at each other, gritted his teeth, pulled the curtains back again, and returned to the sofa.
He lowered his head, the white bangs hanging down in front of his forehead swaying. He looked at Liangkun who was still wiping his pistol with a gloomy expression, and he became angry:
"Okay, stop fucking wiping it!"
"The Yan family shovel!"
Liangkun suddenly stood up, his voice hoarse: "Why are you panicking!"
"It's all your fault!"
Duan Kun stretched out his hand and pulled Liang Kun's collar, gritting his teeth: "What the hell did you come up with? Please give Gao Guoren some advice."
"It's okay now. We made it so obvious last night. Everyone was present, except the two of us. Who wouldn't doubt us two?"
"Just now, that Wuying guy jumped on the street and tricked me into your room on purpose. Immediately, someone was guarding the door."
"Look outside, how many people are guarding the two of us?!"
He gripped Liangkun's collar hard: "Damn it, I shouldn't have listened to you. Without what happened last night, they wouldn't have suspected us."
"Fight on the street!"
Liangkun shook Duan Kun's hand away with a flick of his hands, and tugged on his collar impatiently:
"Who the hell knew that Gao Guoren was so aggressive? He handed them some and didn't even get rid of Ji Bu. What a fucking waste."
last night.
According to their original plan:
The two men first hid in the toilet and waited for Gao Guoren and others to lead people into the private room. Then the two men came back and shot directly outside the private room.
In this way.
With the catalytic sound of gunshots, fighting can start instantly inside. In such a small space, no matter how hard you hit someone, they will be killed.
Who knows.
Before they could go out, gunfire rang out outside. The two of them were so happy that they simply smoked cigarettes in the bathroom and waited for them to finish the fight before going out.
According to their expectations, Gao Guoren and his party had a clear purpose, and Ji Bu inside had no idea. No matter how hard they beat Ji Bu, they would all be thrown into the street.
After they finished the fight, the two of them ran out and smeared some blood on their bodies to disguise themselves. Ji Bu and the others rushed to the street again. Who knows what happened.
At that time, how things will develop will depend entirely on the two of us. They will just say whatever they say, without any proof.
Who knows.
In the end, not only was Ji Bu okay, Gao Guoren was also held down by Ji Bu.
They don't know.
The plan the two of them had last night was actually very good, and Gao Guoren had no problem with it, but it happened to miss Mark Li, who suddenly came out.
The sudden appearance of the double-gun Mark Lee directly rewrote the two's perfect script.
"What should we do?"
Duan Kun looked at Liang Kun, who also had an impatient look on his face: "Look at the people outside, they are all guarding the two of us. No matter how clean your gun is, you can't escape."
"We have always been at odds with Ji Bu. I guess now Ji Bu is out looking for evidence against us."
"When the time comes, if Ji Bu blows wind in Ajian's ears again, we will be done with it."
"Crack!"
Liangkun slapped Duan Kun directly in the face with his backhand, causing him to stagger back:
"Fuck you, you bastard shovel, please be quiet, please, you're making me very angry now!!"
He stepped forward and reached out to hold Duan Kun's shoulders: "Why the hell didn't I notice you were so aggressive before?!"
"I've already told you, they definitely don't have evidence. If they had evidence, they wouldn't come to us, so don't panic!"
"As long as you don't panic, nothing will happen to us. Nothing will happen to us. If you panic, everything will be ruined!"
only.
Duan Kun, who was so panicked at this moment, could still calm down:
"The most taboo thing for us in this business is ghosts. This is completely different from your Liangkun killing people with a knife."
"You have never done anything with Lin Kun. You don't know him very well."
He spoke very quickly: "Lin Kun is a suspicious person by nature. He has killed countless people directly under suspicion in the past. We will be finished when we return to Hong Kong Island. Lin Kun will not let us go!"
Lin Kun left a deep impression on Duan Kun and completely dominated him.
This is why even though Lin Kun was not in good health in the past two years, Duan Kun never dared to make small moves behind Lin Kun's back.
"Oh shit."
Liangkun looked at Duan Kun, whose mentality was completely shattered. He opened his mouth and stopped talking. He gritted his teeth and sat on the sofa, puffing on a cigarette.
"It's all your damn fault!"
Duan Kun lowered his head and looked down at Liang Kun who was sitting on the sofa, his eyes were red: "I shouldn't have listened to you and done this in the first place."
"I should just follow Lin Kun honestly. If Ji Bu has the ability, let him do the talking."
"..."
When Liang Kun heard this, he couldn't help but hesitate in putting the cigarette to his mouth. He turned his head and glanced at Duan Kun coldly, then turned back, put the cigarette into his mouth, and took a heavy drag.
There was a trace of killing intent in his eyes.
"no."
Duan Kun shook his head, his flowing white hair trembling, stood up and walked directly to the door: "I will tell him now."
"Let me tell him everything clearly now. If I lose my hands again, Lin Kun can still leave me a way to survive."
"Duan Kun!"
Liangkun sat in his seat and shouted: "There is one last way! If you don't want to die, just come back."
Duan Kun stopped and looked back at him: "What can we do?"
"If you go and confess now, you will only die."
Liangkun narrowed his eyes and held a cigarette in his mouth, and began to fiddle with the pistol in his hand: "Now, the better way is to find a way to trap the Eight-faced Buddha."
"This batch of goods must still be in Wanwan and has not been transported away. You can find out the location of this batch of goods from the mouth of the Eight-faced Buddha."
"We find that batch of goods, and we can still discuss everything. The most important thing now is that batch of goods, goods. As long as this batch of goods is fine, do you understand?!"
"goods?!"
Duan Kun swallowed and nodded: "Yes, we found the goods, the goods!"
He wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, turned to the phone, and reached for it.
"Calm down!"
Liangkun gave instructions in a hoarse voice: "Adjust your mentality and don't let the Eight-faced Buddha hear any clues."
"call"
Duan Kun clicked on it and took a sip, calmed down, and then started to make a call. Not long after, the call was connected: "It's me."
"Is it Duan Kun? What's wrong?"
The voice of the Eight-faced Buddha sounded, and he said with a smile: "Has the matter of this batch of goods been completely dealt with?"
Liangkun leaned close to his ear and listened to the Eight-faced Buddha's words, and nodded towards Duan Kun.
"It's taken care of."
Duan Kun took a puff of his cigarette and continued: "I will return to Hong Kong Island tomorrow. For safety reasons, we should have less contact."
"When will you give me the part of the goods you promised me?"
"Didn't I say that?"
The Eight-faced Buddha repeated in a calm tone: "When my son Mencha leaves Hong Kong Island safely, the share that should be given to you will naturally be given to you."
"no!"
Duan Kun gritted his teeth and said quickly: "Goods, I want to see the goods. You show me my share first, otherwise I will never trust you."
"As soon as your son Miancha leaves Hong Kong Island, how can I find you on horseback? You now"
"Duan Kun, do you have the initiative? You are a ghost now."
The Eight-faced Buddha directly interrupted him: "I said, I will give it to you after Mencha leaves. I, the Eight-faced Buddha, have always said that I will give it to you."
"I"
"That's it."
Before Duan Kun could say anything, the Eight-faced Buddha immediately cut off the phone call.
"The Yan family shovel!"
Duan Kun slapped the receiver on the table, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling violently with his breathing.
It has to be several seconds.
He glanced at Liangkun and then walked towards the door.
Liangkun narrowed his eyes, looked at Duan Kun walking towards the door, suddenly accelerated and rushed forward, strangled Duan Kun's neck from behind.
Duan Kun didn't expect that Liangkun would suddenly make a move. He couldn't stand and was directly controlled by Liangkun, and then he threw him heavily on the table.
Duan Kun's body hit the ground heavily, bringing down a table and chairs.
After Liangkun pushed Duan Kun down, he did not continue to take action, but ran quickly towards the door.
As he ran, he shouted: "Duan Kun is a ghost, Duan Kun is a ghost!" During the process of escaping, Liang Kun dropped the pistol originally held in his waist.
"Grass!"
Duan Kun's heart trembled when he heard what Liangkun shouted: "You fucking sold me out!"
He looked at the pistol that fell from Liangkun's body, got up from the ground like crazy, rushed over, and picked up the pistol in his hand.
door.
Liangkun had already run to the door, opened the door and ran directly outside, shouting:
"Duan Kun has a gun, he is a ghost, he is a ghost, he wants to kill me!"
The two men guarding the door stopped Liangkun from running away, but after hearing what he said, they immediately looked inside.
Duan Kun squatted on the ground, picked up the pistol on the ground, raised the muzzle of the gun to Liang Kun at the door, and pulled the trigger directly.
"Grass!"
When Ma Zai saw Duan Kun holding the big black star and raising the muzzle of the gun to shoot, he almost subconsciously took out the pistol from his waist and pulled the trigger repeatedly towards Duan Kun.
"Bang bang!"
The bullet hit Duan Kun's chest, and blood sprayed out.
"Kacha!"
Duan Kun pulled the trigger hard with his finger, and the trigger was pressed, but the bullet did not come out.
Empty gun!
No bullets!
"you"
Duan Kun's eyes widened, and then he remembered that Liangkun had touched this gun again just now, but it was too late.
Two balls of blood mist exploded in his chest again, and his body twitched and fell to the ground, throwing himself on the street.
The "paniced" Liangkun turned around and glanced at Duan Kun who was lying on the ground, snorted disdainfully, with a trace of pride on his lips.
"What's going on!"
"What happened!"
Ajian and Ji Bu heard the gunfire and rushed over. They first looked at Liangkun and Ma Zai, who was holding a gun, and then at Duan Kun who was lying in a pool of blood in the room:
"What's going on!"
"Duan Kun is a ghost!"
Liangkun had organized his language a long time ago and began to describe what happened in the room: "Duan Kun was very flustered and restless when he came to my room. He even made a phone call in the middle and spoke in northern Burmese. I
I don’t understand what they are saying.”
Ever since.
He followed his script and blamed everything on Duan Kun: "I asked him if he was a ghost, and the look on his face was wrong."
"He became so angry that he stopped me and refused to let me out. We fought each other, pushed him down and ran out. Unexpectedly, he chased me behind me with a gun."
"Then he was beaten to death by the horse boy at the door."
After Liangkun described what happened, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said with a scared look on his face: "I didn't expect that Duan Kun was the ghost."
"hehe."
Ji Bu licked his lips and glanced at Liangkun: "So, you have made a great contribution?!"
"Oh."
Liangkun looked at Ji Bu: "Ji Bu, I know you are unhappy with me, but this matter has nothing to do with me."
"Okay."
Ajian frowned and waved his hand to Ma Zai to take Liangkun down: "Jiangkun, please change your stay first."
"Come here, go check where the phone call went and take care of the room."
soon.
Everyone dispersed.
Ji Bu walked into the room, glanced at the guy who was cleaning up Duan Kun, then squatted on the ground and picked up the pistol.
Eject the magazine.
The magazine was empty, not a single bullet in it.
"hehe."
Ji Bu smiled, pushed the magazine back, and threw it on Duan Kun's body: "Carry the man out."
PS: Thirty-four thousand words have been updated today, which is approximately 17 chapters. Let me take a break and try to update more tomorrow.
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