Jiang Lang put down his arms and asked calmly: "Sir, what's the matter?"

"Huh..." Zhuang Shikai lowered his head to light his cigarette, exhaled white mist, raised his head and said with a smile: "Stop following Uncle Hai."

"Go talk to Johnny Wang."

"Uncle Hai" is a long-established arms dealer in Hong Kong. It provides supplies to the four major associations all year round. The total business volume is actually not large. One shipment can only carry a dozen boxes of goods at most, and the goods sold are only circulated within the associations.

, consumption.

Back then, in order to control the amount of arms in the Hong Kong community, Sir Zhuang sent several undercover agents to Uncle Hai.

“Jiang Lang” is the best performer among them, and has now become the right-hand man of “Uncle Hai”.

As for the other undercover agents, they either quit due to injuries or were pushed to the edge. Their positions are not as important as Jiang Lang.

It's a pity that "Uncle Hai" is getting older and can't control the Ma Chai underneath.

In addition, due to several raids by the police and the successful confiscation of several batches of arms, "Uncle Hai" suffered heavy losses and was unable to develop.

Johnnie Wang gets up.

Therefore, there is no value in keeping "Jiang Lang" with Uncle Hai.

On the contrary, it is more advantageous to arrange it at "Johnny Wang".

You know, Jiang Lang and Zunni Wang were the leaders who followed "Uncle Hai" in the past.

It is said that "Johnny Wang" now wants to completely seize the entire Hong Kong Island market, and is looking for Uncle Hai everywhere, hoping to kill "Uncle Hai" and take over.

And Johnny Wang also wants to recruit Jiang Lang to join the gang!

Because both of them used to work under Uncle Hai, one was famous for his arrogance and daring to fight, while the other was famous for his loyalty and skill.

In fact, Johnny Wang admires Jiang Lang very much and it is normal for him to want to join him.

This is an opportunity worth taking advantage of.

Uncle Hai was targeted by the police again because of his old age.

It is clear that the dealer behind the international arms does not want to cooperate with him.

Then he found his subordinate Johnny Wang and supported the arrogant Johnny Wang to take the throne.

Sometimes arrogance can be an advantage.

Zhuang Shikai was keeping an eye on Uncle Hai before killing him because he felt that as a port city, Hong Kong Island would be difficult to eliminate arms smuggling and there would definitely be a market.

In this case, he might as well leave a dealer who is easy to control and has nails around him on the road.

In this way, he can control the flow of arms in Hong Kong Island through intermittent strikes to prevent the social arms stock from becoming too large.

Now that a "Johnny Wang" with a good background suddenly appears...a very powerful international arms dealer...then there is no point in focusing on "Uncle Hai".

Now that you have the chance! Why not insert the nails where they are most useful!

At this time, Jiang Lang raised his eyebrows and asked calmly: "Do you want Uncle Hai to die?"

Zhuang Shikai shook his head: "I want Johnny Wang to die!"

Jiang Lang nodded slightly: "I understand."

He flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said, "I'll call you then."

"I'll help you."

Zhuang Shikai stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "Thank you!"

"Working for the chief..." Jiang Lang smiled and raised his eyebrows: "Dedicate yourself to Hong Kong Island!"

At this moment he was very sincere and firm.

Immediately he breathed out again: "Sir."

"I'm leaving!"

After he finished speaking, he took two steps forward with the cigarette still between his fingers, intending to leave the rooftop and go do something.

At this moment, Zhuang Shikai suddenly turned around and called him: "Hey!"

"etc!"

Jiang Lang paused, turned around and asked in a calm tone: "Is there anything else?"

"Sir!"

Zhuang Shikai reached into his pocket and pulled out something.

"Phew!" He threw it directly to the opposite side, and the object drew an arc.

A warm smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "You brat! It's your birthday today..."

"Pah!" Jiang Lang raised his hand and caught the gift accurately.

He opened his palm and saw an exquisite brand-name lighter lying quietly in his palm.

The left side of the lighter is frosted with a wave pattern, and the right side is engraved with the word "Jiang Lang".

There is a series of numbers at the bottom.

2973.

This is his alarm signal, but there is no PC abbreviation. It seems like a number that has lost its meaning.

Even if someone picks it up or finds it, they will only think it is a birthday abbreviation and will not associate it with anything else.

At this time, Jiang Lang was playing with the lighter, his eyes swept over the string of numbers, but his eyes became extremely deep.

He knew that Sir Zhuang was reminding him in some way to never forget his identity and his mission.

This string of numbers is a meaning that is engraved in his soul and cannot be washed away or erased.

"Ding!" Jiang Lang flipped the lid of the ignition machine, slid it with his hand, and ignited it with friction. The flame flickered, flicked and went out again.

"Thank you!" Jiang Lang raised his hand to thank him, walked towards the rooftop exit again, turned around and left.

Zhuang Shikai put his hands in his pockets, stood on the edge of the rooftop, and suddenly said loudly: "I will be reinstated after finishing this job!"

Jiang Lang did not respond vocally, but raised his hand and waved it, silently indicating that he knew, and chose to disappear and see you again.

Behind Mr. Zhuang was a blue sky, white clouds, and tall buildings. He put his hands in his pockets, turned his face sideways, and began to enjoy the sound of the wind blowing on his face for a moment.

…

New Territories.

A certain warehouse.

One week later.

Uncle Hai was standing in the warehouse wearing a cotton shirt.

I saw that he was short in stature, with gray hair on his temples and wrinkles on his face. He was already beginning to look old and was no longer of an age suitable for life in the world.

At this moment, he stood in the middle with several leaders, raising his hands to direct a dozen horsemen to carry the goods, preparing to transport the last batch of arms in the warehouse onto the truck and distribute them to a few Burmese guys in Hong Kong Island at a low price.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" At this time, a follower next to Uncle Hai shouted.

"yes, Sir!"

The horsemen wore sweat towels on their shoulders and white shirts and moved faster.

Jiang Lang stood nearby.

The expression is cautious.

Uncle Hai turned back to him and said, "Alang."

“I go to Thailand every day…”

Jiang Lang's expression was calm: "Uncle Hai."

"I go with you."

Uncle Hai shook his head: "No need."

"I've taken over the mountain."

Jiang Lang's expression changed slightly, but Uncle Hai stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "I'll leave these businesses to you. If you want to do it, you can do it. If you don't want to do it, you can take the brothers to do something else. You don't have to worry about your skills.

Let’s eat.”

"But..." Jiang Lang moved his lips, wanting to refuse.

"Boom!" Two loud noises suddenly erupted outside the warehouse door.

The door of the warehouse was suddenly blown open, and three pickup trucks filled with horse boys accelerated into the warehouse. A famous horse boy in the pickup truck held a rifle, raised the muzzle, and fired wildly in all directions.

"Da da da." The sound of gunshots was like a shower, and the blood was splashed like waves of ink.

"Ahhh!"

In the warehouse, a man in a white shirt screamed and fell to the ground after being shot. The cargo box in his hand was also smashed to the ground. Uncle Hai's men were completely wiped out, and even the few who took out their weapons resisted the attack.

The mazai was also quickly emptied.
To be continued...