An hour and a half later, on the eastern outskirts of Sijiu City, an empty, grass-green transport plane took off and flew towards the south.
Du Weiguo leaned against the window of a cabin and looked out, watching the old and dilapidated Forty-Nine City slowly go away until he could no longer see.
The plane entered the stratosphere and the turbulence became better. Du Weiguo retracted his distant gaze and picked up the leather travel bag beside him.
There are a few pieces of clothes in it, all of which Si Li prepared for him to wear casually in Xiangjiang. Well, that's it, just make do, there's nothing much to say.
Du Weiguo left in such a hurry today that he didn't even have time to return home. After coming out of Hu Fei's office, he went straight to the airport.
Du Weiguo picked up a file bag, which contained an envelope containing several thousand Hong Kong dollars, and he dug through it.
Other than that, there are just a few photos, three to be exact.
One 1-inch ID photo without hat, one group photo, and one single photo.
The man in the photo is in his 30s, with neat short hair, strong facial lines, bright eyes, and a slender and muscular body.
"Bai Jian, Bai Wuchang, the King of Soldiers, was injured on the front line and quit the army in 1953, joined the Special Service Division in 1954, and joined the secret unit in 1961.
Tsk, tsk, what a ruthless person! Hu Fei, an old thief, really won’t forget me even if something good happens?"
Du Weiguo put away the photo, murmured to himself, and then laughed to himself:
"Who is that? Am I now authorized to kill people? Damn it, I've been messing around for 2 years, and I finally got through it."
One day later, in the morning at Tsim Bei Tsui Pier in Yuen Long, Hong Kong, the wind was sunny and the breeze was gentle.
Du Weiguo was wearing a white shirt and black slim-fitting trousers, with his hands in his pockets, his expression relaxed and his steps relaxed.
In front of him was a dark and thin young man, about 17 or 8 years old, with a smile on his face and carrying Du Weiguo's travel bag.
"Boss, my dad is waiting for you in front."
Du Weiguo smiled and said in a calm tone: "Feiyuzai, how did your father get injured?"
The boy named Fei Yuzai answered fluently:
"Boss, when my father went fishing yesterday, the wind and waves were too strong. He lost his footing and accidentally sprained his foot."
Du Weiguo nodded and said in a gentle tone: "Oh, Fei Yuzai, besides fishing, what else does your father do in his daily life?"
Feiyuzai said carelessly:
"My dad often picks people up from the north, but a handsome guy like you is the first one. Boss, we are here."
Fei Yuzai pointed to a dilapidated blue pickup truck in front of him that was pulling goods. A middle-aged man with a stubble on his face was leaning against the door of the pickup truck.
He has a lean body, his left calf and foot are in plaster, and his appearance looks like he was carved from the same mold as Yu Zi.
Seeing Du Weiguo, he waved his hand and said in a very enthusiastic tone: "Boss, here!"
Du Weiguo also raised his hand. This man was the new connector provided by Hu Fei. His name was Yu Dong, nicknamed Feiyu, and he was also a water snake.
He is different from Hua Feisan. He is from Xiangjiang. Twenty years ago, during the war, his family had already come to Xiangjiang from Guangdong Province.
His family lives in Yuen Long and makes a living by fishing. Occasionally he takes people across the sea from the north to earn some extra money.
Walking up to him, Feiyu rubbed his hands and stretched out his hand with a smile on his face:
"Boss, I'm sorry. I was injured yesterday and my legs and feet were inconvenient, so I had to let Feiyuzai pick you up."
Du Weiguo shook hands with him, turned around and glanced at Fei Yuzai, smiling:
"Brother Feiyu, aren't we being a bit too ostentatious by showing off like this in broad daylight?"
"Hahaha!"
Feiyu smiled happily and waved his hand disapprovingly:
“Boss, we are in Yuen Long, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, and dozens of people come from the north every day to make a living.
Even Sir is too lazy to care about these things, so no one will care! Feiyuzai has been working with me since he was a child and knows everything.
Boss, get in the car and I will take you to Kowloon. The street boy you are looking for is now hiding in the Kowloon Walled City."
Du Weiguo frowned slightly and silently got into the back seat of the pickup truck without saying anything.
Fei Yuzai drove and started the car. Fei Yu sat next to Du Weiguo with a smile on his face and handed over a box of wife cakes:
"Boss, you haven't had breakfast yet. This is the wife cake in our town. It tastes very good and is still hot. You can try it."
"Okay! Thank you Brother Feiyu."
Du Weiguo took the carton, took out a piece of wife cake, and took a bite. It was golden in color, the outer skin was as thin as tissue paper, and the layers were stacked. The filling was sweet but not greasy, moist and smooth, and it tasted really good.
After a while, the pickup truck arrived at an extremely remote place, covered in jungle and deserted.
The car stopped, and several muscular men emerged from the woods, holding murder weapons.
Feiyu shouted in an extremely impatient tone:
"Push to the street, come here quickly and unload this pig."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and slapped Du Weiguo's face twice with his hand. At this time, Du Weiguo was sleeping without any movement. Feiyu spat, his tone full of contempt:
"Bah! Fighting on the street, you bullshit dragon crossing the river. With your virtues, you still want to deal with Bai Wuchang, you are not worthy of it!"
Several men came over, opened the car door, and lifted Du Weiguo out with quick movements. Feiyu yelled and cursed:
"Hurry up and use the rope to tie up this pig firmly. Sanggou, you go and pick out all his limbs for me~"
"okay."
A man responded and pulled out a long, narrow black boning knife from his waist. Flying Fish Boy stopped him:
"Dad, let me do it. Don't you always say that I need to see more blood? Let me practice my skills!"
As he spoke, he took the boning knife from the man's hand and licked his tongue, his smile not diminishing, but his eyes were full of cruelty and cruelty.
At this time, Du Weiguo had been tied up with hemp ropes and was lying on his side like a dead pig.
Feiyu was checking the cash in Du Weiguo's travel bag, glanced at it casually, and said disapprovingly.
"Be quick!"
"okay!"
Feiyuzai walked over slowly with the knife in hand, squatted in front of Du Weiguo, smiled evilly, and patted his cheek with the sharp knife.
"Dad, I don't like his pretty face, can you please cut it?"
Feiyu frowned, raised his head, and shouted angrily:
"You're going to die if you rush to the street! It's a shame. What if the other party doesn't admit it? This guy is worth 100,000 hidden flowers! Hurry up! Damn you, how many have I counted?"
"Oh, I got it."
Feiyuzai curled his lips and looked a little disappointed. He stood up and walked over Du Weiguo's body. He held the boning knife behind his back and slowly bent down.
"Pfft! Uh~"
Feiyuzai's body froze in place, and then he jumped into the air, knocking down the man closest to him.
There was a blood hole on his neck, and as he moved, the blood threw a sad parabola in the air.
Du Weiguo's hand suddenly pushed the ground, and at the same time his legs struggled. The hemp rope that tied him immediately broke, and he turned over like a cheetah.
Du Weiguo's eyes were piercing, his evil aura was soaring to the sky, the King of Hell is coming!
Such a change caught everyone off guard and was stunned on the spot.
The boning knife had already appeared in Du Weiguo's hand, and he quickly flashed in front of a horseman, and a cold light flashed on his neck.
"Gan! Come together and kill him!"
Feiyu, who was counting the money, reacted, shouted loudly, threw down the envelope containing the money, and reached for his lower back.
"Whoosh!"
"ah!"
The boning knife in Du Weiguo's hand instantly turned into a black light and pierced Feiyu's right shoulder.
The huge force not only caused him to stagger back, but also directly penetrated his shoulder. The tip of the knife came out from behind. Feiyu let out a cry and fell on his back.
The short ax in Du Weiguo's hand appeared in Du Weiguo's hand, and in the next moment, it was nailed to another man's forehead.
The man who was hit by Feiyuzai was dizzy and had just struggled to get up when Du Weiguo appeared behind him, making a mistake with both hands.
"Click!"
With a crisp sound, the man's head twisted at an incredible angle, his body was like a puddle of mud, and he slowly fell to his knees.
The guy named Sangdog saw that the situation was not going well and ran towards the pickup truck. A dagger caught up with him and was nailed to the back of his head.
There was a muffled sound of "pop".
Counting Feiyu, there were a total of six strong men. In less than 5 seconds, except for the half-broken Feiyu, no one survived.
Du Weiguo walked up to Feiyu. He was sitting up with his body supported, and his left hand was still struggling to touch the back of his waist.
Du Weiguo flew up and kicked him hard on the shoulder. The pistol fell to the ground, and Feiyu screamed and lay on the ground.
Du Weiguo's kick was so powerful that Feiyu's left shoulder was visibly distorted.
His wails were heartbreaking, his eyes were desperate, and his two shoulders were crippled, writhing on the ground like maggots.