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The latest website: "Duan Kun must die!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Ziwei looked at He Xie and said unequivocally.

"Don't let Duan Kun live to see the people of the Eight-faced Buddha!" ​​he said.

"You are the boss." He Xie said with a smile, "You have the final say."

Zhang Ziwei smiled and pointed to He Xie: "Wait for me."

He took the phone and walked away again.

Five minutes later, Zhang Ziwei spoke to the other dozen or so men who came with him, and they all left. He then stood not far away and waved to He Xie, signaling him to come.

"Mina and the others went to the hospital to pick up the body, I asked them to help first." Zhang Ziwei saw He Xie walking to him and explained, "Let's go to Duan Kun, right?"

Saying that, he handed He Xie a gun.

"Glock 19?" He Xie took it, checked it neatly, and put it on his waist.

"Pretty neat?" Zhang Ziwei smiled and looked into He Xie's eyes. He came all the way, and He Xie's identity has always been a mystery to him.

This man is so mysterious.

However, He Xie gave him a good feeling, at least it was easy to talk about. What he said to He Xie didn't add up that much in five years.

"Basic operation." He Xie smiled.

"Che Mianna is ready, just ahead. We..." Zhang Ziwei turned around and left, but after a few steps, he realized that He Xie hadn't followed.

He had a puzzled expression.

"Since it's here to kill the Eight-faced Buddha, don't use anything related to him." He Xie said, "You can trust Mena. It just so happens that Mena also believes in his father."

Zhang Ziwei was startled and frowned.

He ignored this.

He blamed himself a little, forbearance for five years, and was about to be released, but he was a little carried away.

"But it's not easy to take a taxi around here." He smiled at He Xie.

He Xie looked left and right, and pointed to a pickup truck not far away.

Zhang Ziwei spread out his hands, with an expression like are you kidding me.

He Xie smiled and nodded at him.

Two minutes later, the pickup truck let out a low roar and sped out.

It was He Xie who was driving.

"You can steal cars, you can shoot, and your skills are good. You must have been a killer in the past!"

"I'm crazy!" He laughed at himself, "I'm a policeman, and I'm stealing a car with you!"

"I will kill someone later." He Xie said.

"Thank you for the reminder!" Zhang Ziwei rolled his eyes, "Anyway, I won't be able to return to the police force in my life."

There was a hint of regret in his tone.

"Where?" He Xie asked.

"Kwai Chung Pier." Zhang Ziwei said, "I heard that he rented a boat to go to Wanwan tonight. I have dealt with the boss of the ferry before, and I know he will definitely go..."

Halfway through his words, Zhang Ziwei stopped his mouth and turned around and said in surprise, "Do you know the way? Have you been to Hong Kong Island before?"

He was surprised to find that He Xie suddenly turned left and was heading towards Kwai Chung Pier.

"I used to be a police officer," He Xie said with emotion. "The head of the security department was in Hong Kong Island back then, and he used to be very powerful."

Zhang Ziwei stared at He Xie for a long time.

"Shit!" he said, "I almost believed you."

He Xie's mouth twitched: "Aren't you stupid?"

"..." Zhang Ziwei endured it for a long time, but couldn't help rolling his eyes. "Didn't you say that I am a boss on Hong Kong Island? Is there a younger brother who talks to the boss like this?"

Kwai Chung Pier, two groups of people are facing each other.

To be precise, it was a confrontation between a person and a group of people.

This man was tall and strong, with dark skin, and held a gun to the head of a young man with white hair. On the opposite side of them, is a group of young and dangerous boys with guns.

If Zhang Ziwei were here, he would definitely find that both sides were acquaintances.

The white-haired youth is naturally Duan Kun.

And this tall and dark young man is Zhang Ziwei's good brother who grew up with him since he was a child, and he is also the one who has been haunted by him for the past five years - Ma Haotian!

"Throw the gun into the sea!" Ma Haotian shouted with a dark face.

"Let our boss go!"

"Looking for death, old man!"

"It's you who put down your gun and rushed to the street!"

Young and Dangerous are clamoring.

Ma Haotian suddenly turned ruthless, raised his hand and smashed Duan Kun's head with a gun.

a bit!

Twice!

Duan Kun was beaten with blood.

"Throw it or not!" Ma Haotian shouted angrily.

"Okay, okay!" Duan Kun screamed in pain, and raised his hand in a hurry. He took a deep breath and shook his head vigorously, "You guys, throw the gun away. Hurry up! Do you want me to die? "

Young and Dangerous had to follow suit.

"Hehehe..." Duan Kun suddenly laughed, he turned his head, "Who are you? Looking for death? Do you know who I am? Duan Kun in Tsim Sha Tsui!"

boom!

Ma Haotian slapped him **** the head and sneered: "Duan Kun, right? I'm fighting drugs! I want you to find someone for me."

"Hey..." Duan Kun was in pain, but laughed again, "Crazy! You only have five bullets, how many people do you see here?"

"Otherwise," Duan Kun turned his head, "you let me go, and I'll give you 100 million!"

boom!

Ma Haotian took another stern shot and sneered: "So few? One hundred million..."

The voice did not fall, and the sudden change occurred!

Duan Kun has always been known for being ruthless, how could he be captured willingly?

He has been looking for opportunities to resist, and Ma Haotian has been beating him, giving him such opportunities.

Just as Ma Haotian slammed him on the head again, Duan Kun grabbed his gun-carrying arm and threw him out with a sack on his back.

Unfortunately, Duan Kun overestimated his size and strength.

His movements were about to bend forward, and Ma Haotian's feet were still standing firmly on the ground~lightnovelpub.net~ and he exhausted his strength to suckle, but he only pulled Ma Haotian to the point of shaking slightly. .

"Damn, it's hollowed out!"

Duan Kun cursed inwardly and broke free from Ma Haotian, and he was just a lazy donkey rolling on the spot.

Ma Haotian was taken aback, he raised his gun and shot, but only hit a younger brother who rushed over.

The next moment, the young and the young drowned him in the crowd.

Behind a container on the other side of the dock, He Xie and Zhang Ziwei watched the scene from a distance.

Zhang Ziwei's expression was very complicated, like hatred and emotion.

"The police have surrounded this place, we have no chance to kill him." Zhang Ziwei said in a low voice.

"To die or to live?" He Xie asked.

Zhang Ziwei was taken aback: "What?"

"I ask you, do you want to capture him alive, or shoot him to death?" He Xie said.

"If Duan Kun dies now, I'm afraid that the Eight-faced Buddha will not appear." Zhang Ziwei said, "Forget it, let the police take him away, and we'll find a way."

He Xie's eyes flashed, and he looked at him with a little admiration: "Yes, it's quite strategic."

Indeed, if Duan Kun is dead, or if Duan Kun is alive, but in Zhang Ziwei's hands, the Eight-faced Buddha may not appear.

Only when Duan Kun is in the hands of the police and will never let his son die in vain can the eight-faced Buddha appear.

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