Half an hour later, Zhang Ziwei walked out of the villa alone, looking calm.

Successfully bribing Duan Kun to kill the eldest son of the Eight-faced Buddha did not bring him any sense of accomplishment, because this was what he expected.

A ton of high-purity goods is used as bait, plus a pie from the exclusive agent of Hong Kong Island, with Duan Kun's greed and IQ, it is only a matter of time before getting into the set.

After five years of confusion, he finally made up his mind to let the world give him an explanation.

He hates the Eight-faced Buddha, because the reason why he ended up now is all because of this person.

But he married the daughter of the eight-faced Buddha and became one of the most vicious and ruthless monopoly leaders in the Golden Triangle.

He also hates Ma Haotian and Su Jianqiu. Although five years have passed, this hatred has gradually faded away, but the knot in his heart cannot be opened.

What he hates most is himself.

Over the years, he has killed people, sold goods, and done a lot of hurtful things. He is tired of himself and tired of all this.

He didn't want to be a sole trader, but he knew that he was no longer qualified to be a policeman.

He was miserable, and he didn't know what he was.

Every night for the past five years, he has been torturing himself, he is resentful, he is afraid, he is mad, only when he fights with Mena over and over again, when his soul and body are galloping together, can he find his own existence meaning.

He is very sure that he loves Mena, but he doesn't dare to face Mena at all, because she is the daughter of the Eight-faced Buddha, because he only regards Mena as a tool to vent his desires and as his own pursuit of inner peace comfort.

He didn't want to live like this anymore.

He felt that he should have died in the crocodile pond five years ago.

He's going to correct it all.

Although, the price may be death.

But he was fearless.

Because this world has left him with no attachment.

Passing through the winding bluestone path, Zhang Ziwei swiftly flipped out from the railing.

In the past five years, the only reason why he felt that he was not completely useless was that his marksmanship became more and more accurate and his skills became more and more agile.

He has learned not to be frightened by humiliation, he has learned to be tolerant, he has also learned cruelty, and he has learned even more, when to be tolerant and when to be cruel again.

Stepping on the grass, through a palm grove, Zhang Ziwei appeared on the side of the asphalt road.

Not far in front of him, there was a brown car parked, the car he prepared for himself.

When I came to see Duan Kun this time, he didn't even tell the most trusted confidant he had cultivated in the past five years. He finally decided to make a riot, and he didn't want to make mistakes at the beginning.

Now, things seem to be going well.

As Zhang Ziwei walked to the car, he was already thinking about the plan for the second step in his mind.

The eldest son of the eight-faced Buddha will go to Hong Kong Island to trade in three days.

In the past five years, he has worked hard, and his three brothers-in-law have enjoyed the success. I don't know how many times this kind of thing has happened, and there are many things that are more excessive than this.

In the face of such bullying, he never said anything, but this time - he wanted their lives!

A trace of cruelty flashed in Zhang Ziwei's eyes.

However, just as he reached out to open the car door, the car door suddenly opened by itself, and a black muzzle stuck out from the car and aimed it at his head.

Zhang Ziwei froze all of a sudden, and there was a momentary blank in his head.

The back door of the car opened, and two big men got out. They swiftly searched his phone and gun from him, and then handcuffed his hands.

During this process, Zhang Ziwei didn't say a word, bit his lips and his face was ashen.

He didn't know what was wrong, could it be that Duan Kun betrayed him?

At this moment, a black off-road vehicle came slowly from the other end of the road and slowly stopped beside him.

The car window rolled down, and a young man with golden eyes looked him up and down, and said expressionlessly, "Mr. Yan wants to see you."

Mr. Yan?

Zhang Ziwei's face showed an extremely stunned expression.

Taikyung Police Station.

boom!

The door of Kuntai's office was violently kicked open from the outside, and several policemen rushed in.

Kun Tai was startled, jumped up from the chair, and immediately affected the wound on his left shoulder, causing him to grin and scream in pain.

Where the police let the door open, Lang Lang was in a wheelchair, his upper body wrapped like a mummy, and was pushed in.

Kuntai exclaimed angrily, "Huang Langdon! What are you doing?"

"What am I going to do?" Huang Langdeng sneered, "What did you do, don't you know?"

"What did I do?" A trace of panic flashed in Kuntai's eyes. Could it be that Huang Langdeng found out about the injury he fought with the director's wife last night?

Damn, I told that woman long ago that she couldn't do it in the hospital, that woman had to look for stimulation...

"Fit it, then install it!" Huang Langdeng stretched out his hand, and the policeman on the side hurriedly put a cigar in his hand.

Langdon Huang held up his cigar and sneered: "You and..."

Then his expression froze, he threw the cigar to the ground suddenly, and shouted angrily at his subordinate just now: "Communication record! What I want is the communication record!"

The subordinate hurriedly handed him the two papers in his hand.

Huang Langdeng held up the paper and continued to sneer: "How many times have you spoken to Tang Ren, I don't need to say more? Should I praise you for your boldness, or call you stupid and hopeless? Did you tip off with Tang Ren? Huh?"

Whoa!

He threw the two pieces of paper into the air, glared at Kun Tai and said viciously, "What else do you have to say?"

Kuntai was stunned for a long time, and suddenly slapped himself on the forehead, looking annoyed.

"No..." He tried to defend, "I called Tang Ren mainly to persuade him to come back and surrender..."

"Aha!" Huang Langdeng gave a weird laugh and said disdainfully, "You don't need to explain it to me, you should think about how to explain it to the director!"

"The director will definitely believe me!" Kuntai's forehead was dripping with cold sweat.

"No~lightnovelpub.net~ I don't believe it!" A deep voice came from outside.

Then, the director rode a balance bike and appeared at the door of the office.

His face was dark, greenish black.

"Tang Ren murdered and stole Mr. Yan's gold. The evidence is conclusive!" The director glared at Kuntai, "As a detective, you actually tipped off the criminals, saying, do you also have a share of the gold?"

"No, Director, I've been wronged!" Kun Tai hurriedly explained, "I called Tang Ren to really persuade him to surrender, and according to what he said, he was also wronged, he was framed by someone. "

After a pause, he suddenly pointed at Huang Langdon: "It's him! In fact, it was Huang Langdon who stole the gold! He was so anxious to catch Tang Ren, he just wanted to kill Tang Ren and silence him!"

Huang Langdeng was looking at Kun Tai with disdain, but when he heard Kun Tai's mouth was full of nonsense and framed him, he was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.

"What are you—" He pointed at Kuntai angrily, his hands trembling, "Kuntai, do you still want shame?"