At 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, in Kowloon Tong, Fei Zhulin's original home, Hua Feisan opened his eyes and woke up faintly.
There were no lights on in the room, and it was pitch dark. Hua Feisan reluctantly opened his swollen eyes with only a slit left.
After getting used to it for a while, I used the dim light to look at this unfamiliar environment that was chaotic and had a pungent smell.
Du Weiguo's hair was wet, he was sweating profusely, and he walked out of the bathroom shirtless. He didn't go to take a shower, he went to treat his wounds.
Although he has the magical skill of intermediate self-healing, a gunshot wound like this, which even damaged his ribs, still needs to be treated or at least bandaged.
Du Weiguo turned his head and glanced at Hua Feisan, who was lying on the sofa. He had woken up, but his whole body was almost out of human form.
There was a hint of impatience in his eyes at this moment, and there was a high probability that Hua Feisan was not rebellious.
However, Hua Feisan is a hardcore veteran in the secret front, and his repeated overturns have seriously hindered the current mission.
Du Weiguo took out the cigarette case from the clothes cover on the sofa, then lit a cigarette, sat down next to Hua Feisan, exhaled the smoke for a long time, and said in a calm tone:
"Third brother, are you awake? You were seriously injured this time, with several broken bones. I'm afraid you need to go to the hospital for treatment."
Although Hua Feisan's head was still dizzy, he was keenly aware of the alienation, dissatisfaction, and even a hint of distrust in Du Weiguo's tone.
He wanted to smile bitterly, but he inadvertently pulled on the wound, causing half of his face to tremble in pain.
Hua Feisan could understand Du Weiguo's emotions at this moment, and he had just seen the wounds on Du Weiguo's body through the light of the bathroom.
Obviously, Du Weiguo paid a high price to save him this time! If he were to save others by himself, if he were Du Weiguo, he would definitely be bored with himself!
After all, he was caught by Fatty Pig Lin when he was at sea, and the mission was almost aborted.
At that time, Du Weiguo spent a lot of effort to follow the patrol boat to Hong Kong Island, and he did not hesitate to show off and killed Fat Pig Lin before fishing him out.
It was only a few days later that he was arrested again by someone named K, and due to the wrong information he reported, Du Weiguo almost fell into trouble.
You know, Hua Feisan is specifically responsible for the routes and guides on Hong Kong Island. Not only has he not completed the work, he has even seriously hindered the current task.
Sighing slowly, Hua Feisan's voice was very hoarse and dry, as harsh as scraping the bottom of a pot with a knife:
"Director Du, where is this place? Is it safe?"
Du Weiguo blew out a puff of smoke and said calmly:
"This is Feizhu Lin's house. His body has been carried out. He died in the house just two days ago. It is probably safe for the time being!"
Hua Feisan nodded with great difficulty. This hiding place was the legendary Dark Under the Lamp, it was perfect.
He raised his eyes with great effort to look at Du Weiguo. In the darkness, the orange-red cigarette butts flickered, making his face flicker.
Hua Feisan's tone was full of guilt:
"Director Du, I'm sorry! I know you feel uncomfortable right now. I have indeed become a burden on this mission. For this, I can only express my apology.
These people first found me because of Fatty Pig Lin, who belonged to them, but then they accidentally discovered you.
They thought you were a fat sheep, and wanted to tie you up together, and then give you a severe cut. When I called you, there was only Da Fei, a fool, and a few unscrupulous young men.
."
When Hua Feisan said this, her voice became hoarse and she lost her voice. Du Weiguo couldn't help but frown slightly.
He stood up and picked up the cup, went to the bathroom to get him a cup of cold water, and then slowly fed him. After Hua Feisan drank the water, he managed to regain some energy.
"Later, when Da Fei and the others took me to that abandoned warehouse in the New Territories, the prince unexpectedly came unexpectedly, and I was knocked unconscious.
Du Chu, this situation was indeed unexpected, can you tell me what happened next?"
"Prince?"
Du Weiguo's face was solemn, his brows were furrowed as he repeated the name, and said in a deep voice:
"There were a total of 10 people in the warehouse at that time, and I killed all of them. After I rescued you, I burned the warehouse down."
"hiss!"
Upon hearing this, Hua Feisan couldn't help but take a breath of air, and his whole face became distorted when the wound was involved.
His voice became so excited that he almost jumped up.
"Du Chu, are you kidding me? You killed everyone. There is also a mixed-race among these people. He is not an ordinary person~"
Du Weiguo's eyes flashed, his expression condensed, and he asked in a deep voice:
"Do you know him? Who is he? Is he the prince?"
Hua Feisan shook his head with great effort, cried and laughed a little, his voice filled with surprise and a hint of frustration:
"No, his nickname is Bullseye. He is the most trusted subordinate of the leader of the K-head, and he is also the most popular and mysterious gunman in Hong Kong. Legend has it that his bullets can bend!"
Good guy, Bullseye! Damn it, is there a Kingpin? Why the hell am I Spider-Man? This nickname is quite cool!
The corner of Du Weiguo's mouth couldn't help but slightly raise, but most ordinary people couldn't see the bend of a bullet.
Even those who saw it are probably dead. After all, no matter who it is, as long as their brains are not damaged, they will not let their special abilities be made public.
Du Weiguo sneered and said in a calm tone:
"Ha! That's all nonsense, bullshit bullseye, how can bullets turn corners? But his marksmanship is indeed very sharp.
This bastard, he was indeed very clever and hurt me, but now both of his eyes have been blown out by me!
Now, that’s his pistol. Third brother, who is that prince? Why did he suddenly appear in the warehouse? "
Du Weiguo gestured with his chin to a handful of Colts thrown casually on the coffee table, and Hua Feisan glanced at it.
He changed into a relatively more comfortable position with some difficulty, and then let out a long sigh:
"Director Du, we must be in big trouble this time. This prince is the son of the man whose name starts with K and is sitting in the palace.
He felt that you might not be simple, so he made an appointment with Bullseye to come over to join in the fun. De Zidui is the most popular team!
Now we have offended both their leader and the most powerful one at the same time. I am afraid we will be unable to move forward on Hong Kong Island."
Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo put out his cigarette butt and tapped his fingers gently on the table. His expression was calm and his tone was calm:
"Third brother, what does this prince look like specifically?"
"Well, I'm about 175cm tall, with curly hair, a long face, and a strong build. I wear a gold chain and a brown leather jacket~"
Gan! Du Weiguo's face suddenly darkened. What kind of bullshit prince is he? He's the idiot who used a Chicago typewriter to shoot wildly!
Damn, he is worthy of being a prince, he is really fierce!
Hua Feisan glanced at Du Weiguo's gloomy expression and knew that he must have gotten the message, and he couldn't help but wailed in his heart.
Du Weiguo stopped talking, tapping the armrest of the sofa gently while thinking deeply, while Hua Feisan also had no strength to speak.
He felt extremely regretful at this time. It was all because of him. This extremely important task was now on the verge of failure and had reached a dead end!
He has never been afraid of death. After experiencing so much, he has long been indifferent to it. To him, death may even be regarded as a relief.
But he, Hua Feisan, was most afraid of death because he was worthless. Now Du Weiguo was basically exposed, let alone taking Mr. Tang away smoothly.
Even senior Du Weiguo may have a hard time escaping. If he can't return, he won't be able to contact Hu Fei, and he won't be able to send new comrades to continue the mission.
It’s over! Hua Feisan’s tears flowed silently. At this moment, Du Weiguo suddenly said in a faint tone:
"Third brother, this boss whose name starts with K and that guy whose name starts with De are sitting in the restaurant. Can you find out their addresses?"
When he said this, Du Weiguo's voice was extremely cold and deep, as cold as the cold wind in the Nine Netherworld, and Hua Feisan not only trembled all over.
He understood Du Weiguo's intention instantly, and he was so frightened that his voice trembled:
"Du Chu, what do you mean~"
Du Weiguo's eyes flashed with a hint of ferocity at this time, and the evil spirit rose, as if it were real. Damn, they are just a group of demons and spies, just loser dogs, and big men pretending to be chicken feathers!
Now that I have been acquitted and have a deadly feud, I will simply stop doing nothing and kill this shit-like society directly.
After making up his mind, Du Weiguo's tone became decisive:
"Third brother, you have to do everything you can to get their address as soon as possible. The sooner the better!"
It was four o'clock in the morning the next day, the darkest hour before dawn. Today was a cloudy day, with dark clouds covering the moon and dim stars.
In a particularly luxurious large villa in Repulse Bay, the air was filled with an extremely strong smell of blood!
Outside and in the courtyard of the luxurious villa, whether they were the bodyguards on duty at night or the purebred German wolfhounds, they all fell dead in a pool of blood at this moment.
The pale moonlight just shined through the clouds on the Shura field on the ground. The scene at this time was very terrifying.
The entire villa is like a dead zone, as if there are Yin soldiers passing through, and like the King of Hell is demanding his life.
All the corpses, whether they were humans or dogs, had surprisingly consistent fatal injuries. They were all killed by a knife in the throat.
A strong black shadow flickered in the courtyard of the villa, like a ghost in the dark night, and silently climbed up to the second floor.
At this time, in the master bedroom on the second floor of the villa, a stocky, short and fat man who was sleeping soundly sat up suddenly.