Brother Pi whispered: "This is like drug trafficking."
"Drug trafficking," Ling Cang slowly shook his head: "No way, the Hong Ming Gang doesn't deal with drugs."
Yang Ze didn't hear what Ling Cang and others were saying clearly, but he felt someone whispering, so he turned his head and growled: "Shut up,"
Ling Cang was silent. At the same time, he observed the people and found that in addition to their darker skin, their facial features were also different from those of the northerners. Ling Cang had been to Yunnan and Guizhou and felt that they seemed to be from the southwest: "These people are not fucking He must be a real drug dealer..."
After these people came in, they did not speak directly to Yang Ze. Instead, they chatted a few words with each other in a very difficult to pronounce language. Then, the leader among them came to Yang Ze, slowly stretched out his hand, and spoke with his belt. He said in Mandarin with a strong accent: "Mr. Yang, I'm glad we can meet,"
Yang Ze stood up, smiled and shook hands with the other party: "Mr. Deqin, you have had a hard journey,"
A person's name and title often contain a lot of information. Ling Cang had previously found the history of the British aristocracy based on Lisa's surname. This time he heard "Deqin" and it also felt a bit familiar.
Recalling the books he had read, Ling Cang quickly remembered that there seemed to be a surname like Deqin in Myanmar.
Strictly speaking, Burmese people do not have surnames. Later, due to some historical reasons, some people added titles before their names, like surnames. Most of these titles have specific meanings. "Deqin" is the "real master". Because it was born in the process of colonial pursuit of independence, "Deqin" is of great significance and has been mentioned in many Southeast Asian history books.
Speaking of Myanmar, a rich but backward country, two things can be thought of, one is gems, and the other is drugs.
"Others choose hidden places to trade with us..." Deqin looked at the surrounding environment and asked slowly: "I don't know why Mr. Yang came here."
"Because the neighborhood is very lively," Yang Ze laughed: "We Chinese people have a saying, the more dangerous the place, the safer it is."
"Well, that makes sense. No one would have thought that we would trade No. 4 in such a high-end hotel,"
"No. 4," Ling Cang sighed helplessly, already sure that Yang Ze was indeed talking about drug business this time, because "No. 4" in the slang refers to heroin.
"I'm a cheerful person, so don't talk too much nonsense and get straight to the point," Yang Ze winked at his subordinates, and then said: "When this time is successful and trust has been established, we can cooperate for a long time."
The men came forward, put the suitcase on the table and opened it, only to see that it was full of banknotes.
Deqin's men came over, carefully checked the banknotes, and nodded to Deqin.
"Very good," Deqin smiled slightly, took out two bags and threw them in front of Yang Ze: "It's your turn,"
"Fuck," Liu Yun panicked a little, spinning his legs around, and said to Ling Cang in an almost inaudible voice: "We just want to join the underworld, but we don't intend to sell drugs... so much, it's a death sentence." That's enough,"
"Shut up," Ling Cang rolled his eyes at Liu Yun and observed the situation around him again.
These are two bags of white powder. Needless to say, we already know what they are. The weight is probably worth over one million, but in the hands of Deqin and Yang Ze, they seem to be worthless, and they play with them at will.
One of Yang Ze's men came over, opened the bag, took out a dagger, picked it up with the tip, put it into his mouth, tasted it and spit it on the ground: "Not bad, very pure,"
In some domestic criminal investigation movies and TV dramas, heroin is tasted to identify its authenticity and purity. In fact, doing so can kill people, and the higher the purity of the heroin, the faster they will die.
But taste can indeed identify heroin very well, so the real way is to take only a little, put it in your mouth and spit it out immediately. In this way, the body absorbs very little heroin, which is not enough to be fatal.
Yang Ze nodded with satisfaction and was about to shake hands with Deqin this time when someone knocked on the private room door.
"Who?" Several men from both sides rushed to the door at the same time, listening carefully to the movement.
A man's voice came from outside the door: "Waiter, bring tea,"
Yang Ze said impatiently: "No, leave quickly."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the private room was suddenly kicked open. Several people in plainclothes rushed in and pointed their guns at the people in the room: "Police, put your hands up, don't move."
"Damn it, you dare to betray me," Deqin slammed the table, and then shouted something in his native dialect to his subordinates. His subordinates immediately took out their guns and pulled the triggers at Yang Ze, his gang, and the police.
The police reacted quickly and immediately fired back. The two sides used the objects around them as cover and exchanged gunfire. The room immediately became a mess.
Ling Cang and others were already prepared and immediately fell to the ground.
Two of Yang Ze's men were hit by bullets and staggered to the ground. Yang Ze himself was very clever and hid behind the chair as soon as he turned around. Then he turned around and waved his hand towards Ling Cang and others: "Come on, everyone. Fuck it for me,"
Liu Yun had never seen such a scene before. At this time, he had no idea at all. He just looked at Yang Ze stupidly, but Brother Pi said tremblingly: "Boss... they have guns..."
"Fuck, you can't risk your life at the critical moment. What the hell do I want you to do?" Yang Ze took two steps back, grabbed Liu Yun's collar unexpectedly, and pushed forward hard: "Get on me quickly,"
Suddenly a person appeared. The attention of Deqin and the police was attracted. They turned their guns almost simultaneously. Liu Yun subconsciously grabbed the table, turned it over forcefully, and blocked it in front of him.
The table was made of solid wood, very thick and strong. The bullets hit it hard, leaving only scar-like pits. But Liuyun was still a step too late. A bullet had already been shot in his thigh. In a moment, Blood flowed profusely, and his entire lower body was stained red with blood.
Blocked by the flowing clouds, Yang Ze rushed to the window with a chair, then smashed the glass with the chair, turned over and jumped out.
The whole thing so far has been very bloody. Similar scenes can be seen in any bloody criminal investigation film and television drama. The only difference is that Ling Cang and others have special powers, and Ling Cang's identity is very complicated.
Ling Cang picked up two chairs and threw them at the police and Deqin respectively. People on both sides held their heads to resist, and the private room became silent for a while.
Ling Cang hurriedly held Brother Pi with one hand and Liu Yun with the other hand, and rushed towards the window.
Liuyun's leg was injured, so he moved very slowly. He had to endure it and walked at the back. Lingcang grabbed Brother Pi's back collar, lifted him up with only one hand, and threw him out of the window. go.
By the time Ling Cang wanted to arrest Liu Yun again, the police had come to their senses and focused their bullets towards Liu Yun.
Ling Cang was blocked by Liu Yun's body and was not injured. All the bullets hit Liu Yun's body, splashing blood, and Liu Yun twitched violently several times.
If it was Lai Xing, he could block these bullets, but Liu Yun didn't have that kind of power. When the last bullet hit the back of his head, his expression suddenly became confused, and his eyes seemed to be looking out the window reluctantly, and he slowly fell. fell to the ground.
Ling Cang no longer cared about Liu Yun, jumped out of the window and found Brother Pi lying on the ground wailing.
Although the fall was not light, Brother Pi was lucky and could barely move normally. Ling Cang pulled him up from the ground and urged him urgently: "Let's go quickly."
"Where is Liuyun?"
"died,"
"Ah," Brother Pi couldn't stop crying when he heard this.
"Now is not the time for mourning," Ling Cang looked around and found that the alley was empty and there was no one in sight. Yang Ze had already disappeared.
Ling Cang took Brother Pi and ran towards one end of the alley. At this time, several more people jumped out of the window, including Deqin's men and Yang Ze's.
People on both sides ignored each other and attacked each other. Some climbed over the wall, while others ran to the other end of the alley and fled in a hurry.
After turning two corners, Ling Cang finally saw the exit of the alley, but there was a police car crossing there.
The two policemen got out of the car, took out their guns and pointed them at Ling Cang and Pi Ge: "Don't move,"
"It's over," Brother Pi lost his last bit of mental support and sat weakly on the ground, looking desperately at the police badge on the car.
Ling Cang is very calm. Although Liu Yun is dead, the Hong Ming Gang will still be greatly affected, but his personal safety can be guaranteed after all. Due to his special status, he can easily explain to the police and get rid of this matter. The trouble it brings.
However, before Ling Cang had time to rejoice, he saw a dark red flame suddenly rising from the feet of the two policemen.
The two policemen found themselves inexplicably wrapped in flames. They felt strange and felt an unspeakable sharp pain all over their bodies. They couldn't help but scream in pain. They wanted to pull the trigger, but they had no strength and could only feel that their vision was gradually fading. Blurred, and finally lost consciousness.
As Ling Cang and Pi Ge watched, the two policemen were burned to ashes, and their police uniforms and pistols fell to the ground.
"Fuck..." Brother Pi looked at everything in front of him stupidly: "This... what happened,"
"Killed two more," Jingshen Bing came out from nowhere, clapped his hands, and said proudly to Ling Cang: "Why don't you thank me quickly,"
"This..." Brother Pi pointed at the Jingshen soldiers with trembling fingers and asked Ling Cang: "Who is this?"
"I thank you, Mom, for being such a pussy," Ling Cang was so angry that he raised his hand and rushed over to punch Jing Shen Bing in the chest.
"Why are you scolding me?" With the level of Jingshen Soldier, it was difficult for him to be hurt by Ling Cang. He received the punch steadily without even shaking his body: "You did me a favor. ,"
Ling Cang raised his hand and punched again: "Help me, mom,"
"You are such an ungrateful person," Jing Shen Bing still didn't run away, but just asked without knowing what was going on: "Did you take the wrong medicine?"