Chapter 2065 Dinner in the Den of Thieves (Part 2)
Fan Kai, who was listening to the wind, picked up half a brick next to the warehouse and sat sideways in the front row. He waved the brick and waved it against the front windshield. Xu Qing, who was about to start the car, had quick eyes and quick hands. He turned his palm and stopped him. Shen
shouted: "What are you doing?"
Fan Kai smiled awkwardly and said: "Leader, my special power is to use ultrasonic positioning. It can't be used without knocking off the windshield. Don't worry, this is not the first time I have done this. I will try my best not to splash the glass into the car.
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Xu Qing nodded and took his hand back. Fan Kai picked up a brick and knocked it hard on the windshield. Bang! The glass exploded with a loud sound, and a large amount of broken glass was scattered in all directions. The inside of the car was in a mess.
Whoops - a surging wind roared out, like an invisible barrier behind the broken car window, pushing all the broken glass out, not even a trace of glass shards entered the car.
Fan Kai was holding up half a brick in his hand and was stunned. Xu Qing beside him had already closed his hand and started the car, and said calmly: "You still can't bear to let go of the guy in your hand? It's time to do something."
Fan Kai suddenly came to his senses and quickly threw the bricks out of the car. He muttered in a low voice: "This glass is too brittle. It will fall apart if you knock it. What's the quality..."
After complaining, he immediately calmed down, closed his eyes, opened his mouth and slightly tilted his head, and used ultrasound to reposition it.
Xu Qing drove the car slowly toward the exit of the bonded zone. Less than a hundred meters out, Fan Kai, whose eyes were closed next to him, suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the opposite street, his mouth always half-open. He couldn't speak now. If he spoke,
It needs to be repositioned.
The north-south section of Cuizhu South Road in Jiangcheng was choked with traffic jams of various sizes. It had been blocked for two and a half hours. The car owners stuck their heads out of the window to watch, hoping that this blocked urban intestine would be unblocked as soon as possible.
A large green truck with military license plates was blocked at a dead end of the road. In normal times, this kind of truck with military license plates could drive smoothly, but now it can only lie down on the road obediently.
Two middle-aged men in military uniforms were smoking cigarettes with depressed expressions. One of them, a burly man in military uniform with a sinister face, reached out to unbutton his clothes and pulled open his collar, revealing a white vest soaked with hot sweat. He chomped a few times.
He puffed the cigarette butt out of the window and cursed in a low voice: "Mom, if I had known better, I wouldn't have taken this route. This military uniform collar makes my neck itch."
The man in military uniform wearing sunglasses beside him took a puff of cigarette leisurely and said in a low voice: "There must have been a traffic accident ahead. The harvest from this vote today is amazing. Maybe God wants to give us a little trouble."
, things go too smoothly but it’s not good.”
The big man turned his head and looked at the back of the car, grinned and said happily: "Haha, we have made the first contribution this time. I'm afraid even the sect leader can't imagine that those fake foreign devils are so fat. In my opinion, most of these people are
The super smugglers have collected a batch of cultural relics from China and are going to send them abroad. If we rob them, we can only knock out their front teeth and swallow them. We can't report to the police and say that we have lost a large number of cultural relics, right?"
The man in sunglasses raised an arc at the corner of his mouth, nodded and said: "Thanks to the informants in the goods yard this time, go back and tell the elder in charge of accounting to send them a sum of money as soon as possible. It is best for them to leave Jiangcheng and start this business."
The fake foreign devils don't have a fuel-efficient lamp, so they dare not make any move in the open but they must be making some big moves secretly. We have just moved to Jiangcheng and must be careful in everything we do."
The big man said disapprovingly: "As long as you are careful, we don't leave any trace of the beginning or end of our work, and we do it neatly. I don't believe that there are still people who suspect us. We will bury the goods in the ground after they are delivered to the village, and then take them out after the limelight has passed."
Go out to cash out and keep it without anyone noticing, this time the owner will definitely move the position up for us brothers."
The man in sunglasses also turned to look at the back of the car and said in a low voice: "I don't care whether the position can be moved or not. I just hope that with this batch of goods, the door can be restored to some strength. I don't know which daredevil caused it some time ago.
The evil stars of the Chinese Martial Spirit destroyed all of our ten or so houses. The owner of the sect took us to Jiangcheng to recuperate and recuperate. After doing this, I still felt a little nervous. I just hoped that there would be no sequelae.
good."
The big man's thick eyebrows suddenly knitted together, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't worry about it, our gang has been stealing for a living since the day it was founded. Now that we have all the goods, there is no reason to return them, right? Lao Bu, no, that's not the case.
I'm talking about you, I find that you are getting better and better now. No matter what the world is, the brave will be starved to death and the timid will die. Our brother's vote is as good as those brats' little brawls.
In life, wealth and honor are sought in danger, and fearing the wolf before and the tiger behind will only result in a hungry belly."
The man in sunglasses named Lao Bu laughed and said: "Good guy, you are now teaching me a lesson. You talk in the same way. It seems that I am being pretentious."
The big man chuckled, reached into his pocket and took out two cigarettes, gave one to the man in sunglasses and took one in his mouth. As soon as he lit it up, he noticed that the traffic jam in front of him started to move. He quickly started the car and followed slowly.
Driving forward, the trouble ahead has been eliminated, and the blocked traffic gradually speeds up and swims, finally becoming more comfortable.
Traffic jam is like constipation, and the refreshing feeling of being unobstructed is indescribable. After nearly three hours of suffocation, the big man driving the military vehicle drove directly onto the highway, speeding forward at a speed of more than 80 miles until it drove out.
In the urban area, the car slowed down until it entered a farmhouse village in the northern suburbs.
At this time, Xu Qing was driving a commercial car with the windows smashed out, following the direction pointed by Fan Kai. Perhaps because this car was so special, he was stopped several times by the traffic police along the way, but he just took out the ID sticker.
It was only allowed in the past, and the time spent on the road was really frustrating.
The car drove to the entrance of the highway. Fan Kai suddenly put down his finger and whispered in a low voice: "Leader, I lost the tracking target. The target car was too fast and has now driven out of the range of ultrasonic detection. I really don't know this."
I can't help it, I just heard someone in the car saying that the collar of the military uniform was irritating the neck..."
Xu Qing didn't answer, and drove straight towards the toll station. When he arrived at the toll station, he stretched out his hand without taking the card, holding a certificate between his fingertips and held it directly in front of the toll collector.
Sitting in the toll booth was a young man with red lips and white teeth. When he first saw the ID in front of him, his expression suddenly froze.
"Is there a video record? Help me check if a military vehicle passed here within half an hour. By the way, it's a military truck." Xu Qing took back his ID, reached out and took a cigarette from his pocket and took it out. It's such a high-speed intersection.
All toll booths have video recordings. It is not difficult to find the car that passed by. It is even easier to find a Junjun truck. Maybe you can rush there and have dinner in the den of thieves.