Tsim Sha Tsui is different from the chaos and bustle of Mong Kok, which is a civilian place. The atmosphere here is more high-end and classy, symbolizing the prosperity and wealth of Hong Kong. The Peninsula Hotel is located in Tsim Sha Tsui. The meeting place agreed by Cao Zhenhua and Jiang Tianyou was on a boat beside the Tsim Sha Tsui pier.
Early in the morning, Yang Chen took Zhou Ding and accompanied Cao Zhenhua to the place, only to find that the ship was indeed quite big. It was a cruise ship, but its appearance was ordinary and inconspicuous.
Four or five strong men fiercely guarded the entrance to the gangway. After searching their bodies, they let Yang Chen, Cao Zhenhua, and Zhou Ding board the ship. On the deck, there were men in black equipped with walkie-talkies patrolling the ship.
The security is tight.
As soon as the three people boarded the ship, the ship started slowly and left the dock.
This seemingly ordinary cruise ship is by no means simple. Yang Chen paid attention to every detail on the ship while walking. This is a professional habit developed over many years. For example, when staying in an unfamiliar hotel, he always has to walk around. Where are the fire escapes? Are there any?
The size of the back door and vents must be well known. For him, details not only determine success or failure, but also life and death.
"Mr. Jiang has been waiting for a long time. Please come with me."
The man who greeted Cao Zhenhua was wearing pigtails and sunglasses. He was very cool and cold. He led the way first. Yang Chen, Cao Zhenhua, and Zhou Ding followed this man into the cabin.
The extremely spacious cabin is completely different from the plain appearance. It is magnificent and elegantly decorated, and has more than 20 baccarat tables.
Gambling on boats!
Yang Chen's eyes narrowed, and he looked around calmly. There were more than twenty baccarat tables, but only the one at the end had a few people sitting around, chatting and laughing happily.
The cool man with braids and sunglasses brought the three of them to the table, walked around the table and stood silently behind his master. His master was none other than He Sheng and veteran Jiang Tianyou.
"We lost again, bad luck..." Jiang Tianyou laughed to himself, threw out a few bad cards in his hand, lazily leaned on the chair, picked up a cigar from the cigar box on the table, and put it in his mouth.
The man with pigtails and sunglasses quickly took out his lighter, bent down, and lit a cigar for his master with a skillful movement.
The few middle-aged men who accompanied Cao Zhenhua to play baccarat were all veterans of He Sheng and uncle generation. Since they had never sat in the pavilion, their status in the world could not compare with Jiang Tianyou.
Sitting in the restaurant is like being the big brother.
Jiang Tianyou had been in charge of Heshenghe twice and had been in charge of Heshenghe for six years. Now Heshenghe is in charge, and Fei Jian is the younger brother he single-handedly led. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the emperor of Heshenghe.
Cao Zhenhua stared at Jiang Tianyou coldly and sneered: "Should I call Brother Jiang, or Mr. Jiang?"
"Whatever, it doesn't matter what you call it." Jiang Tianyou puffed on his cigar and puffed out the smoke with a smile. He originally planned to kill Cao Zhenhua, but he didn't come forward. However, Cao Zhenhua stayed at the Peninsula Hotel and it was inconvenient to do it. He was also worried about long nights and dreams, so he had to set a trap for Cao Zhenhua himself.
Son.
"You set up a trap to kidnap me. You and Zhang Jin agreed to kill me, right?" Cao Zhenhua stared at the leisurely and contented Jiang Tianyou for a moment. He came here for this adventure just to confirm this.
Jiang Tianyou and Cao Zhenhua looked at each other with deep smiles. They puffed on their cigars slowly and nodded to admit that they had been seen through and there was no need to hide it. So what if they were enemies? Cao Zhenhua couldn't escape today.
Cao Zhenhua said: "Okay, it's really interesting. The brotherhood between you and me for more than twenty years has ended. Next time we meet, either you will die or I will die."
"Next time, do you have a next time?" Jiang Tianyou's smile became even thicker, revealing his playful disdain. As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of black clothes poured into the cabin, drawing their guns and aiming at Cao Zhenhua, Yang Chen, and Zhou Ding.
"How do you decide there won't be a next time?" Yang Chen said coldly, ignoring the dark gun muzzles around him, and looked at Jiang Tianyou as if he was stupid.
The man in sunglasses with pigtails behind Jiang Tianyou suddenly drew his gun, aimed it at Yang Chen's head, and shouted angrily: "You are looking for death!"
"Let's see who dies in the end." A stern smile appeared on Yang Chen's angular handsome face, which made Jiang Tianyou feel uncomfortable seeing many heroes of all kinds, and felt that this strange young man did not seem to be bluffing.
boom!
An explosion occurred outside the cabin door, accompanied by screams one after another.
In the gambling hall, Jiang Tianyou and others who were bluffed by Yang Chen were surprised and at a loss. Before they had time to figure out what happened, the two wooden doors wrapped in leather were knocked open.
More than a dozen pairs of men in black, armed with guns, poured in backwards, retreated again and again, and then they all retreated into the casino. Only then did the people inside understand what was going on.
Long Wu Long Jiu was fully armed, carrying an MP5 submachine gun on his shoulder, and a bulletproof vest filled with ammunition clips and grenades. The two of them, with four hands, were holding trigger grenades that had bitten off the pull tabs. When they released the grip, the grenades would explode when they fell to the ground.
This kind of grenade is generally used in battlefield environments where the enemy is attacking from above to prevent the grenade from rolling back and exploding after being thrown.
If it weren't for Long Wu's warning, He Sheng and this gang of people would not be able to tell the difference between a delayed grenade and a trigger grenade. After knowing the performance of this thing, who would dare to act rashly.
Long Wulongjiu held the grenade and moved forward domineeringly, compressing forty or fifty people around the gambling table in front of Jiang Tianyou. The dozen or so people who rushed into the cabin to support him did not dare to get too close, holding up their guns and looking nervous.
He was guarding the door, either to prevent Yang Chen and others from escaping or to avoid the grenade.
Yang Chen looked around at He Sheng and everyone, and said, "Trigger grenades explode when they land. If four of these grenades fall to the ground, we will almost go to hell together. Whoever wants to die, shoot."
A solemn look appeared on Jiang Tianyou's Chinese character face. He leaned forward and put out the cigar in his hand in the ashtray. He pretended to look at Yang Chen calmly and said, "Okay, there are a few moments."
"Come here and tell me who will die today?" Yang Chen ignored Jiang Tianyou and pointed at the man in sunglasses who had yelled earlier. This guy walked out bravely, his gun still aimed at Yang Chen's head.
Yang Chen stepped forward and grabbed the man with sunglasses' gun-holding right hand with his left hand. His movements were so fast that the man with sunglasses was caught off guard. For a moment, he was stunned and the gun was taken away.
"Do you think I can shoot?" Yang Chen asked with a sneer while poking the stolen gun into the mouth of the man in sunglasses.
This guy had the muzzle of the gun in his mouth, hesitating and speechless, his whole face distorted by excessive fear. Yang Chen glanced at the silent Jiang Tianyou and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang!
The muzzle of the gun was thrust upward into the mouth of the man in sunglasses. The bullet penetrated the skull, shattered the back of the head, and shot into the ceiling of the casino. The people in He Shenghe were shocked. Jiang Tianyou's heart also became violent with the sound of the gunshot.
Twitch hard.
"Can we go?" Yang Chen gently pushed away the body of the man in sunglasses and looked at Jiang Tianyou. He had just killed someone, but he seemed to be tepid and calm.
Today's protagonist is not Cao Zhenhua, but this mysterious young man. Jiang Tianyou squinted his eyes, nodded slowly, and said, "See you off!"
Cao Zhenhua laughed, his smile was particularly heroic.
Jiang Tianyou's face was as dark as water, and he helplessly watched the three people walk out of the cabin, murmuring: "The future generations are terrible."
