Ma Hongzheng heard the sound of wind behind his head and subconsciously raised his right hand to block. The shovel hit his arm. Liu Handong could even hear the sound of bones breaking.
His arm was broken on the spot. Ma Hongzheng groaned in pain, pulled out the pistol from his waistband with his left hand, opened the hammer and shot at Ma Xiaohu. There was only a soft click, but no bullet was fired.
"I've replaced your firing pin a long time ago." Ma Xiaohu sneered, picked up the shovel again, knocked the gun out of Ma Hongzheng's hand, and kicked him. Ma Hongzheng was a tough guy, and he staggered back a few steps, still standing.
With a magnanimous smile on his face.
Ma Xiaohu walked over and stood face to face with Ma Hong. The corners of his mouth twitched and he asked word for word: "Tell me, who sent you here?"
Ma Hongzheng said: "Stop talking nonsense and hurry up."
Ma Xiaohu took a deep breath, picked up the shovel again, and slapped the side of Ma Hongzheng's head.
The sound of metal and stone clashing was heard. Ma Hongzheng's head was so hard! After being hit, he didn't even lie down on the spot. He staggered twice and continued to stand, looking at Ma Xiaohu coldly. His eyes were covered with blood as he poured out.
Ma Xiaohu slapped him with the shovel again, but this time Ma Hongzheng failed to hold on and fell down. However, he was not dead yet and his eyes were still open.
With a "bang" sound, Ma Xiaohu threw away the shovel with all his strength, pulled out his pistol, loaded it and opened the safety, pointed at Ma Hongzheng's head and shouted: "I've been so good to you, and you betrayed me! What I hate most are traitors."
Liu Handong remained motionless. He breathed a sigh of relief and his heartbeat gradually returned to calmness. However, another kind of anxiety came to his mind. He didn't expect that Ma Hong was an undercover agent. He couldn't help but sympathize with him. This guy was afraid that he would not survive. Judging from his age, he should have a wife.
Son, unfortunately, the wife can no longer see her husband, and the son can no longer see his father, but there is nothing he can do.
Ma Xiaohu wanted to shoot several times, but he still held back and said bitterly: "I can't let you die so happily, just shoot me!"
Two men stepped forward and kicked Ma Hongzheng hard, like kicking a pocket.
There was silence in the warehouse, except for the muffled sound of big leather shoes kicking against the human body. This kind of kicking caused countless ribs to be broken.
Not far away, two people took shovels and started mixing cement mortar on the spot.
After fighting for a while, the old man stopped: "Stop." He looked at Liu Handong, his sinister gaze still chilling to the bone.
"Just kidding, clean up the house in front of the customers." The old man said, nodding to Ma Xiaohu, "Give to others what you deserve."
Ma Xiaohu personally led two people to pick up the goods. The atmosphere here was still awkward. Liu Handong's left hand holding the password box was already sweating. Suddenly he saw Ma Hongzheng, who was lying in a pool of blood, moving, and then crawled over to a person next to him and reached out to grab it.
The person's trousers were kicked open, and then he crawled towards him.
One of Ma Hongzheng's arms was broken. He was covered in blood and his flesh was bruised. He was crawling very slowly and with difficulty. Liu Handong wanted to go over and help him up, but he couldn't do so. More than a dozen pairs of eyes were staring at him.
The bloody man finally crawled in front of him, with a trail of blood behind him. Ma Hongzheng grabbed Liu Handong's trouser leg with his left hand, raised his head, and gasped: "Help me."
Liu Handong did not move and looked at the old man.
The old man made an inviting gesture.
At this time, Ma Xiaohu led the people dragging the box over. Seeing this scene, he stepped forward and kicked Ma Hongzheng, but the old man stopped him and said something in northwest dialect.
Ma Xiaohu pulled out his pistol and turned the handle upside down and handed it to Liu Handong: "You can give him a ride."
Liu Handong shook his head: "Mr. Ma, you are cleaning up the house, shouldn't I take action?"
Ma Xiaohu said: "We have a cooperative relationship. If you help me handle this note, I will trust you and treat you as a brother. Otherwise, the business will not be done."
Liu Handong looked down at Ma Hongzheng, and saw relief and affirmation in his eyes. He knew that Ma Hongzheng must be determined to die at this time, so he took the pistol.
The gun was a May 4th-style gun. The handle was very cold and heavy in his hand. Murderous intent loomed in Liu Handong's heart, but it was fleeting because the weight of the gun was definitely not that of being loaded with live ammunition. It probably only had one bullet.
The other party kept a hand.
Ma Hongzheng is dead. If he doesn't kill him, he will die too. If he hesitates too much, it will arouse the other party's vigilance and suspicion. The old man is clearly a think tank among drug dealers. At this moment, he is whispering to his men and does not seem to be looking here.
, but Liu Handong knew that this old fox must be paying attention to his every move.
Liu Handong made an instant decision. He bent down to lift Ma Hongzheng up and roughly pushed him to the wall. Ma Hongzheng had a broken leg and was barely standing on one leg, with a smile on his face, a bloody and weird smile.
It makes people feel terrified when they see it.
At this moment, Liu Handong wanted to call him a comrade, but he said nothing. He grabbed Ma Hongzheng's collar with one hand, held the gun against his heart with the other, stared into Ma Hongzheng's eyes, and nodded slightly.
Ma Hongzheng suddenly smiled. He obviously understood what Liu Handong meant. His smile was free and easy, heroic and awe-inspiring.
"Hey!" Liu Handong fired, and the sleeve reciprocated quickly. The hot bullet shell fell to the ground with a crisp sound. The smoke filled the air. Ma Hongzheng's smile froze on his face. Liu Handong continued to pull the trigger. His guess was correct.
, there was no second bullet in the gun, he let go of his hand, Ma Hong was slowly sliding to the ground, blood gushing out from his chest.
Liu Handong spat, threw the pistol to Ma Xiaohu, and cursed: "There are so many tricks, hurry up and make a deal!"
Ma Xiaohu took the gun, waved his hand to his men, and the two stepped forward to drag the body away. The transaction started here. The northwest man was very bold and unrestrained, and did not even count the cash Liu Handong brought. He roughly counted how many bundles of money there were.
The drugs were delivered.
Liu Handong also did not inspect the goods. He does not have this ability. In the movie, the scene of using a knife to pierce the heroin bag and dipping a fingernail into it to taste it will not appear, because this is methamphetamine and is poisonous when eaten raw.
Not far away, two men loaded Ma Hongzheng into the oil drum, filled it with mixed cement mortar, sealed the lid, tipped it down and pushed it out. After a while, Liu Handong heard the sound of heavy objects falling into the water, and guessed that this was probably
Riverside.
After the transaction was over, they were still busy doing big business. Liu Handong was not in the mood to talk about other things. He got into the van again and continued to drive into the special container. He set off with the vehicle in the dark, without knowing the direction. He was in a bad mood.
I didn't talk to the escort on the way.
Forty minutes later, the Jinbei car stopped at a busy street in the city. Ma Xiaohu's people returned Liu Handong's mobile phone to him and said that you should take a taxi and leave, we won't send you off.
Liu Handong watched the Jinbei car go away. He did not rush to turn on his mobile phone. He stood and lit a cigarette. The noisy streets, flashing neon lights, passers-by hurried by, including couples, office workers, and little flower sellers. No one was there.
You will know what happened to you just now.
There was a McDonald's on the roadside. Liu Handong walked in, went directly to the bathroom, locked the door, and pulled out a small folded note from his socks, which Ma Hongzheng inserted when he grabbed his trousers.
He opened the blood-stained note. It was a piece of thermal paper with a barcode, box number, and time printed on it, but the supermarket name was faded and could not be seen clearly.
This is likely to be the information left by the martyrs and must be obtained as soon as possible. However, there are hundreds of supermarkets in Omi, large and small. How to determine which supermarket it is? This is a difficult problem. Liu Handong decided to use the location where Ma Hongzheng last appeared.
With Wenfeng Hotel as the center, he searched for nearby supermarkets. He took out his mobile phone, turned it on, and searched for the map. Suddenly, another mobile phone rang, the one that had a single line with Geng Zhi.
Liu Handong answered, and a delicate female voice came: "Brother Dong, what are you doing?"
Liu Handong said: "Let Lao Geng answer the phone." He knew that the anti-narcotics police deliberately found a female police officer to talk on the phone in order to cover themselves.
The female voice immediately became serious, and she heard a voice from the other side: "Geng detachment, Liu Handong is out of danger."
On the other side of the phone, the person on the other end was straightforward: "Liu Handong, what happened? We lost contact for so long."
"They put my mobile phone into a metal box that blocked the signal. The transaction location was probably a warehouse by the river. The transaction was completed, but..."
"What?"
"There was an unexpected incident. Drug traffickers killed an anti-narcotics police officer who had infiltrated their ranks. It was Ma Hongzheng who was next to Ma Xiaohu. Their body was put into an oil drum and thrown into the river."
There was a moment of silence.
Liu Handong felt very sad. Although Ma Hongzheng was bound to die, he did die in his own hands. He could not tell Geng Zhi or anyone about this matter, so he could only keep it in his heart.
"Take care of the things in your hands, and then come to me to talk about it in detail. Pay attention to safety." Gengzhi said.
"Got it." Liu Handong hung up the phone, turned on his iPhone, and searched around the Wenfeng Hotel. Sure enough, he found several supermarkets, a Wal-Mart hypermarket, and three medium-sized supermarkets, all of which should have locker services.
He immediately took a taxi to go there, but when he arrived at Wal-Mart, the supermarket was already closed, and there was no need to go to several nearby stores. Thinking that Huo Lei and others were still waiting for his letter, he called them to come over.
Huo Lei and others drove over. When they saw Liu Handong carrying a box in his hand, he immediately beamed. The methamphetamine was divided into small packages and distributed to entertainment venues across the city. The money could be doubled several times, and the popular drinks depended on this box.
Goods.
Liu Handong handed the box to Huo Lei, got in the car, lay down on the seat, and said, "Go back."
Huo Lei was very excited: "Brother Dong, don't you find a place to celebrate?"
"You guys go, I'm tired." As soon as Liu Handong closed his eyes, he saw Ma Hongzheng's bloody face. It was not guilt or fear, but a deep sense of responsibility.
Huo Lei found that the boss was not in high spirits and did not dare to make any more noise. He drove Liu Handong back to Huanghua Community and left with his brothers. The box of methamphetamine was temporarily kept by Liu Handong.
After the boys left, Liu Handong came out again and drove to the anti-drug detachment with methamphetamine.
However, when they arrived at the detachment station, Geng Zhi, Er Na and others were not there. The remaining police officer said that they had an urgent mission and were out.
Liu Handong called Geng Zhi for instructions. Geng said that you should leave the drugs in the detachment and come back tomorrow.
But Liu Handong did not go back to rest. He slept in the car. At dawn, the convoy of the anti-drug detachment returned to the station. In the first pickup truck, there were gasoline barrels salvaged from the river.