"For example, the Eastern European company controlled by Luo Wen has received several orders for acid-free paper used for printing counterfeit banknotes. According to official documents, its use is to publish comic books and primary and secondary school textbooks, but no one knows whether it has been used for other purposes.

have no idea."

"Another example is the gravure printing press handled in Poland. Not long after the 'painter' used internal employees to buy the lot, Alexandra from the Ministry of Industry moved to a new home, and he could not afford that big house with his annual salary."

"This shows how great Luo Wen's contribution was to the Painter Group. However, such a great hero died in a Tsim Sha Tsui hotel. I have never been able to understand this."

"Well, I digressed. I talked a lot about Luo Wen. In fact, it wasn't him I wanted to talk about."

He said the story was off topic, but the listeners were not impatient.

The expression on Wu Xiuqing's face was very solemn. She never expected that Lin Yue had so much information in his hands. Although the details were slightly flawed, the relationship between the characters and the chain of events basically restored the growth history of the "Painter" Group.

"What I want to say is you." When Lin Yue said this, his eyes were fixed on the masked man: "True Mr. Painter."

Wu Xiuqing clenched her fists and closed her eyes.

The masked man said: "How did you find out?"

Lin Yue said: "Let alone an old man like Wu Xin, why should a person like Luo Wen, who needs ability, skill, and resources, bow to a woman like Wu Xiuqing? Even if she has been

In guiding Li Wen to develop in a ruthless and mature direction, and to compete with Luo Wen, it cannot be done in a year or two."

"At the beginning, I thought you were kind to Luo Wen. He helped Wu Xiuqing develop his power firstly to make money, and secondly to repay your kindness. However, after Luo Wen's death, Wu Xiuqing and Li Wen were under the nose of the HK police.

There was an escape plan going on underneath. This incident made me very confused, because whether it was the people who bribed the police headquarters, or they were looking for guarantees from the heads of several multinational companies, and forming a strong team of lawyers, they were not Wu Xiuqing and Li

Ask what you can control, if only one link goes wrong, everything will be over."

"I went to the Golden Triangle and had a lively, interesting and constructive conversation with Baisha. He told me a lot of things, including what happened to 'The General' after he returned to the Golden Triangle. Since 1990, 'The General' has gone nowhere.

Go and stay in Malinzhai. The money earned from drug trafficking is basically used to expand the armament. There is also an interesting detail. The murderous guy needs sleeping pills to fall asleep at night. So what is he worried about? Or maybe

What are you afraid of? Is he worried that other forces will swallow up the Marin guerrillas? Or... does he have a big enemy? "

"Of course his enemy at that time would not be Wu Xiuqing, but who would it be? I traveled to Eastern Europe, and then went to the Netherlands. I asked the Dutch police a few questions about the 'old painter' being beaten by the Russians.

When someone dies, what does his or her identity depend on? It's a passport! Just like those stowaways who died in a foreign country, people with an identity like an 'old painter' will not have relatives or friends come to pay their respects, because they will be arrested by the police.

If we are targeting hostile forces, who can guarantee that he will be the one who dies?"

"Wu Xiuqing and Li Wen can escape from their shells, but the 'old painter' can't? Assuming that the 'old painter' is not dead and has been 'listening to politics behind the curtain', then everything makes sense. As long as he is here, Luo Wen will never

Dare to make small moves; as long as he is here, the HK police, gangs in various countries and officials involved with gangs, multinational companies, and even terrorist organizations in the Middle East will have to sell some thin noodles; with him here, it doesn't matter if Luo Wen dies, it's the same

We can use all kinds of resources and repeat the same tricks to help our daughter get rid of the police investigation and regain her life as a painter."

Snap, snap, snap~

After listening to Lin Yue's narration, the "painter" looked at him with admiration and did not hesitate to applaud.

"Young man, you are really powerful. You are brave, resourceful and smart. You are much better than I was back then. What do you think, are you interested in joining us? I will let you marry my daughter, and you will inherit my money empire in the future.

"

Lin Yue was speechless.

"Then what should he do?" He asked, referring to Li.

The "painter" looked back and raised a slight arc at the corner of his lips.

Lin Yue shrugged: "Unfortunately, I have no interest in being a thief. When I come here today, I just want to get back the woman I love."

"Painter" said: "You are such an interesting policeman."

Lin Yue did the math. From the very beginning of "Operation Mekong" to "Detective Chinatown", "Chasing the Dragon", "Eavesdropping", and now to "Warrior", he has been a policeman for 5 times, and he almost vomited.

Is that good?

The "painter" glanced at the high wall of cars. Although he couldn't see the western view, he thought it was already sunset.

"It's getting late, let's exchange hostages quickly."

After the "painter" finished speaking, he pushed the person forward, and Ruan Wen and the woman in her fifties next to her walked forward slowly.

Lin Yue also released his grip on Wu Xiuqing's arm.

She turned back to glare at him and walked towards the opposite side.

The strategy of substituting one person for another failed, but he was tricked, and he was asked to find out the truth. Finally, Ruan Wen and the hostages were exchanged. The deal was a loss... It was Xiang Lai!

The hostages on both sides were getting closer and closer. Lin Yue took a few puffs from his cigarette. When he looked forward, he found that Ruan Wen was lagging behind the aunt next to him, and his expression was a little anxious, as if he wanted to tell himself something.

Wu Xiuqing also discovered this anomaly, exerted all his strength, and suddenly rushed to Ruan Wen's side. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a pistol. He backed away and turned around, aiming the muzzle at where Lin Yue was standing.

"Nervous."

Lin Yue sighed, flicked the cigarette between his fingers, and the ashes scattered in the air.

Wu Xiuqing aimed at Lin Yue's chest. Before she could pull the trigger, she felt a circle of red light coming towards her, hitting the bridge of her nose, followed by a stinging pain.

At this moment, Ruan Wen whined and moved his steps to hit the muzzle of the gun, apparently trying to block Lin Yue's bullet.

Wu Xiuqing's face was burned by the cigarette and she closed her eyes involuntarily, but this did not prevent her from shooting, even though it would be inaccurate...

Bang~

Bang~

Gunshots rang out.

The middle-aged woman was so frightened that she sat down on the ground.

As for Ruan Wen, his body fell sideways and backward.

Boom!

Golden light flashed before her eyes, pain hit her body, and she felt like her soul was leaving her body.

Is this...dying?

She only remembered that she subconsciously stood in front of the gun.

"You idiot! I am a policeman and I have a body armor! So you women are in the most trouble!"

A voice echoed in my ears.

He sounded a little irritable, not like his usual self at all, but there was a lot of concern in these curse words.

Ruan Wen smiled. She didn't know where the strength came from to open her eyes. What she saw was a familiar back, and then an outstretched arm holding a revolver.

Bang~

The fire flashed and green smoke poured out.

She raised her head vigorously and saw a person lying down not far away. Blood was continuously bleeding from the right clavicle half an inch below, and a blood puddle as big as a palm had formed on the ground.

It's Wu Xiuqing.

She didn't kill Lin Yue, but she was seriously injured.

Ruan Wen patted his body and found that there was no bleeding. The dizziness just now was more due to his body hitting the wheel hub of the scrapped car, and his brain was slightly concussed.

She looked forward again, and saw the "painter" who had just been hit on the ankle by Lin Yue, trying to get up and running back with his lame leg.

Wasn't he unarmed? Where did the revolver come from?

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, Lin Yue suddenly turned around and threw her down, holding her in his arms.

Ding Ding Dang Dang~

There was a crisp sound, and sparks were flying overhead.

She thought of Li Wen, who was holding the battle on the opposite side, and he should be the one shooting.

the other side.

Danto was so anxious that sweat broke out on his head. He never thought that things would develop to this point. Isn't it good to exchange hostages in a proper manner? Does it have to be like this?

I want to think about it and I am angry, but how can I use this damn gun?

He clicked twice and found no response at all. He suddenly remembered what Lin Yue said when he left, that you should turn on the safety before shooting, but... who the hell can tell him where the safety is?

Ding Ding Dang Dang~

The bullets coming from the opposite side rattled the car and caused several dents in the iron plate on the right side. Danto was so frightened that he couldn't hold the gun. His legs gave out and he fell to the ground. He leaned on the wheel and gasped for air, his hands and feet almost trembling into a ball.

He's just a driver, okay? If you let him use a gun to shoot at people, isn't that forcing someone to do something difficult?

He is too difficult.

But considering that Lin Yue and Ruan Wen were still trapped in the middle of the lane, Li Wen would have beaten them into pieces if he hadn't been afraid of accidentally injuring Wu Xiuqing and the "painter".
Chapter completed!