People in the northwest love to eat pasta. This group of people are all cousins and relatives in the same village. Some of them are very good at making ramen. In order to hide from others, they usually live on the boat and buy flour, vegetables, beef and mutton to cook for themselves.
Eat noodles every day.
As Liu Handong guessed, the means of transporting drugs was flat-bottomed boats. They first took the land route and used green engineering vegetable trucks to transport the methamphetamine to the canal docks in inland cities, and then sailed into the Huaijiang River. There were few waterway inspections and the drugs were on the
It is also difficult to inspect hundreds of tons of yellow sand, which is basically foolproof.
The North Bank Goods Yard is one of the places where people from the Northwest come to stay. It has been clearly seen for a long time. There is almost no one here at night. The watchman on the barge has gone to the town for prostitution. The gate is locked, and the goods yard is full of mountains of construction materials.
Sand has no value, no one will steal it, and no one will cause trouble.
The moonlight is very good tonight. An autumn wind has blown away the haze over the city. There are stars in the night sky, the crescent moon is crescent, and autumn insects are whispering outside the barge. It is such a beautiful time, but you have to die by a gun, just like Ma Hongzheng.
It was put into a gasoline drum, sealed with cement, and thrown into the river. It was really a disgrace to the scenery.
Uncle Six asked: "Have you eaten?"
Liu Handong replied calmly: "I came out in a hurry and didn't have dinner."
"Give him a bowl of noodles and a pair of chopsticks," Uncle Liu said.
Someone helped Liu Handong fill a large bowl of noodles. This was not the noodles sold in the supermarket, but hand-pulled noodles, sprinkled with green onions and coriander, and poured a spoonful of spicy oil. This spicy oil looks red, but it is not spicy at all.
Instead, it has a unique aroma that adds a lot of color to the ramen.
The hot noodles were brought to Liu Handong, with a pair of chopsticks placed on the bowl.
"Eat." Uncle Liu said kindly.
Liu Handong was not polite, took the bowl and chopsticks, squatted on the ground and ate the noodles, wolfing down the noodles, sucking and slurping until he was sweating.
"How is it? Is it delicious?" Uncle Liu asked.
"It's delicious." Liu Handong didn't even raise his head.
"It's delicious. Have another bowl, Erga, have another bowl." Uncle Liu said, "It's Erga's. He used to open a ramen restaurant in Shanghai, Pudong, Shanghai."
"No wonder." Liu Handong chatted while eating, "The somersault is authentic, but it lacks beef."
"I've finished eating the meat and haven't had time to buy it yet. Next time I'll bring you a plate of dry-cut beef." Uncle Six also held a bowl and drank the soup slowly. As he got older, he couldn't eat as fast as the young people.
Liu Handong smiled innocently and glanced out the window. The cement mortar was mixed well. He was more experienced this time. More cement was used than sand. It would be difficult to break the body sealed inside.
Looking around, people in the northwest are all dressed very simply, wearing navy blue synthetic trousers, long-sleeved T-shirts and jackets, with keychains hanging around their waists, greasy hair, and unshaven beards.
The local imitation of the May Fourth Movement looks like the most inconspicuous migrant workers.
Liu Handong's eyes fell on the chopping board. There was a kitchen knife, an ordinary steel kitchen knife bought at a grocery store. The wooden handle had been soaked and blackened by sweat. The blade had just been sharpened and was extremely sharp.
Either way, it was better to fight to the death. Liu Handong's muscles began to tighten and his legs were gathering strength. He planned to grab the kitchen knife first, hold Uncle Liu hostage, and then move the camera.
When thinking about this, Liu Handong was not afraid at all. He was used to licking blood from the knife edge, and his nerves had become very nervous. And these guys from the northwest were also unruly and unrestrained. They knew Liu Handong was extremely dangerous, but they didn't tie him up with a rope.
Give me food.
Just when Liu Handong was about to attack and hurt someone, an off-road vehicle drove into the cargo yard, the lights were bright, and everyone stood up. Ma Xiaohu drew his gun and pointed it at Liu Handong: "Stop eating, people are coming."
A Toyota Hiroyuki came. The car stopped, but the lights did not go out. A man jumped out of the car. He was lean and lean, and it was Zhan Ziyu.
Zhan Ziyu came alone, and his extraordinary courage won Ma Xiaohu's respect. He walked up to shake hands with Zhan Ziyu and exchanged greetings. He turned back and pointed at Liu Handong. The two whispered and shook hands cordially again.
Ma Xiaohu hooked his hand, and Liu Handong was escorted over. The ground in the cargo yard was paved with a layer of gravel, which creaked when he walked. Liu Handong's heart was slowly getting colder. Zhan Ziyu was a difficult enemy to deal with, and he had both wisdom and courage. He and Ma Xiaohu joined forces.
, he has little chance of winning.
The two sides stood together. Zhan Ziyu sniffed and greeted Liu Handong: "We haven't seen each other for two years, right? You look good."
Liu Handong was not afraid at all: "You are not bad, Liubuting raises people."
Zhan Ziyu's expression changed slightly, and he vaguely felt the presence of danger.
"Boss Ma, the payment will arrive soon. You should do it first. Do it here." Zhan Ziyu took out a cigarette and lit it. When the lighter was lit, his sinister face was reflected red, and in the open lapel of his suit, there was something faintly visible.
Saw the pistol handle.
Ma Xiaohu raised his gun and pointed it at Liu Handong's temple. Several big men behind him also held pistols and looked around vigilantly.
"Have you eaten enough? Go on like a hungry ghost and don't blame me." Ma Xiaohu opened the hammer with his thumb.
Zhan Ziyu looked at Liu Handong with interest, expecting him to tremble and beg for mercy.
Liu Handong stood in the wind with a majestic air: "You surnamed Ma are unjust and you are playing dirty tricks. How can I ever be sorry for you!"
Ma Xiaohu said: "I'm sorry, brother, I can't help it. I'll burn more paper for you later."
Liu Handong gritted his teeth and burst into tears.
Ma Xiaohu pressed the trigger with his finger. Zhan Ziyu held his breath and forgot to smoke. He had been looking forward to this moment for a long time. Liu Handong was shot in the head in front of him, with red and white splattering all over the floor. What a satisfying revenge, but it was a pity that it was not him.
Do it yourself.
"Fuck you for being unjust, I won't spare you even if I die!" Liu Handong yelled.
Suddenly Ma Xiaohu put away his gun and asked Zhan Ziyu: "Where is the money?"
Zhan Ziyu was stunned: "The money will be here soon."
"I can't kill him without the money." Ma Xiaohu said seriously.
Zhan Ziyu took a deep breath, wondering why these capricious Northwest people were so careless in doing things. He had murderous intentions again, but he was alone, so it would be difficult to kill these people.
"Wait a minute, I'll make a call." Zhan Ziyu said, walked back to an open space and called Li Feng.
Li Feng was in the car when he received a call from Zhan Ziyu who said impatiently: "What's the rush? I'll be there soon."
Zhan Ziyu said: "Do you want to make a fortune?"
"How do you say it?" Li Feng said.
"I'm trading with the people from the northwest in the goods yard. They brought more than one million yuan in goods. If you can make them all, the goods will be yours. I don't want any of them."
"Really?" Li Feng became excited.
"Have I coaxed you? Not only will the goods be yours, but I'll also give you a big favor. Do you want to know who burned down the Black Forest?"
"Who is it!"
"You'll know when you get here." Zhan Ziyu hung up the phone.
His plan to drive away the tiger and welcome the wolf is a bit ruthless, because he can't guarantee whether Li Fengsha will kill him too if he becomes red-eyed, but there is not much difference in strength between the two sides. Combining the two sides will make it easier for him to fish in troubled waters. Who is laughing?
In the end, who will be the big winner? Zhan Ziyu has this confidence.
Three more cars drove into the cargo yard, a Toyota pickup truck and two large-displacement off-road vehicles, both with bright xenon headlights, illuminating the cargo yard like daylight.
Ma Xiaohu and others stood under the light, feeling a little unnatural.
"Turn out the lights!" Ma Xiaohu shouted.
Li Feng jumped out of the car, held a cigarette in his mouth, and his men helped him light it. More than a dozen people lined up in a long queue, all holding guns, pistols, five-round rounds, and knives in their hands. They were full of momentum.
Zhan Ziyu came over and whispered to Li Feng: "Did you bring the money?"
"I brought it, five million for sure." Li Feng said with a smile. He looked at these people as if they were dead people, including Zhan Ziyu of course.
A boy opened the compartment of a Toyota pickup truck, and a pile of banknotes was exposed to the light.
Everyone's eyes widened. Five million in cash was not something you could see casually.
Zhan Ziyu walked towards Ma Xiaohu again: "Have you seen the money? Let's do it."
Ma Xiaohu pulled out his pistol and aimed at Liu Handong's head again.
"Move the money over here." Ma Xiaohu said.
"Where's the goods? Let me take a look." Li Feng said.
Ma Xiaohu looked at Zhan Ziyu in confusion. He didn't understand what Li Feng was talking about.
…
Ten minutes ago, Geng Zhi arrived at the cargo yard. He hid in the darkness, moved quietly, and approached the barge. In order not to make any noise, he took off his leather shoes. When Ma Xiaohu and others escorted Liu Handong out of the barge and drew their guns, Geng Zhi
He subconsciously took out his gun, but found nothing. His gun was handed over, and he was unarmed except for a bright flashlight.
The arrival of Zhan Ziyu, Li Feng and others made Gengzhi very excited. Basically all the important figures in the drug trafficking chain were here. If the police team arrived in time, it would be so beautiful to have a pot of rice. He gave Cai Husheng hair
I didn’t reply to the message, so I sent a message to the second officer, and the message came back, saying that the convoy was stuck on the second bridge, and it would probably take half an hour to arrive.
Geng Zhi was so angry that he almost smashed his cell phone. In the open space of the cargo yard, Ma Xiaohu once again aimed at Liu Handong. Seeing that his comrade was about to die, Geng Zhi suddenly touched the laser pointer on the keychain.
This laser pointer was used in the case analysis meeting to indicate the content on the PPT. In desperation, he turned on the laser pointer and shot it at Ma Xiaohu.
Ma Xiaohu was about to pull the trigger when he suddenly felt something was wrong. He looked at his chest and saw a flashing red light. Upon closer inspection, he saw a red spot the size of a dime. He was a military fan and knew that this was the laser sight on a sniper rifle.
The light emitted was locked.
"What do you mean!" Ma Xiaohu became excited. He subconsciously thought that Zhan Ziyu, Li Feng and others were going to deal with him.
"How the hell do I know what it means?" Li Feng spit out the cigarette in his mouth. The fake money in the carriage cannot be seen by anyone, and he must attack first.
As soon as the signal was given, all the men raised their guns.
The people from the northwest also raised their guns.
Zhan Ziyu didn't draw his gun, he slowly backed up: "Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive at all."
Among the wormwood taller than a person by the river, Cui Zhenghao, who was soaked with semen, slowly opened the waterproof package, took out his Korean-made Type 68 pistol, held the gun with both hands, and steadily aimed it at Ma Xiaohu, who was fifty meters away.
The effective range of a pistol is theoretically fifty meters. In fact, a person who can hit a target within twenty-five meters is considered a sharpshooter. Most pistol battles occur at a distance of more than ten meters, or even a few meters. Beyond fifty meters, a gunman is considered a sharpshooter.
Light pistol bullets are easy to float. Unless it is in an excellent shooting environment, only an Olympic champion would dare to do this.
Cui Zhenghao narrowed one eye, his breathing was calm, his heartbeat was normal, and his thoughts returned to the past.
Captain Choi Jung-ho of the Fifth General Bureau of the Ministry of National Security of the Democratic Republic of Korea, wearing a military uniform and high-spirited, stood on the shooting range and raised his gun with one hand, aiming at the Lee Myung-bak full-body target fifty meters away.