There was a dead silence in the operating room. The hemostat in the doctor's hand fell to the ground with a bang, and his hands wearing rubber gloves slowly raised. Several nurses were even more frightened, and the eyes above the masks flashed with fear and stupidity.
Looking at this gentle murderer.
"Okay, you don't have to work overtime." Liu Ziguang put the gun back on his waist and said easily. Everyone understood what he meant. Now there is no one left to breathe in the corridor outside, and the remaining work has been completed.
There is no need for emergency doctors, the funeral home can just take over.
Picking up a piece of surgical cloth from the operating table covered with red and white things, Liu Ziguang said goodbye angrily, turned back to the corridor, stuffed the cloth into the mouth of the unconscious police officer, and used deputy handcuffs on the other person to cuff him
He stood up and carried it on his shoulders and took him away. The epaulette of this man's blue striped shirt had the words PNP and three flowers on it. There was also a circle of gold flowers on the brim of his hat that fell to the ground, indicating that he was the highest-ranking person in the group.
This is also the reason why Liu Ziguang didn't kill him.
He threw the person into the trunk, drove away from St. Mary's Hospital, and drove back to Chen Jinlin's hiding place at high speed. Chen Gong was still in a deep coma at this time, and he also had a high fever. Liu Ziguang immediately regretted that he should have tied up a doctor.
Came back.
He opened the trunk and took the police officer out and threw it on the ground. The man had already woken up and was struggling hard, making a whining sound. Liu Ziguang first went up and kicked him in the stomach, and then pulled out the rag from his mouth.
, opened the handcuffs and placed his right hand on the edge of the trunk of the car. He turned the handle of the pistol upside down and smashed it down hard. A scream pierced the night sky, and his little finger turned into horrible pulp. Liu Ziguang didn't say anything.
Continue to pretend to smash a finger.
Officer Yiliwala spoke some dialect. Seeing that Liu Ziguang could not understand, he changed to Filipino English and said: "Spare me, and I will give you money."
Liu Ziguang struck hard again, and his ring finger turned into clay again. The police officer broke into a cold sweat in pain, yelled incoherently, and asked Liu Ziguang what he wanted to do. Liu Ziguang just said coldly: "Don't pretend to be stupid."
He knew that this kind of old oilfield man was very good at resisting torture, so he wouldn't be afraid at all if he didn't do something real.
", I said, the person who asked me to kill you was a Taiwanese who lived in Central Park Hotel 1828. He gave me money and asked me to kill you."
This time Liu Ziguang no longer smashed his fingers, but instead pushed the bullet with a clatter and aimed it at the officer's head.
"Don't kill me, I told you everything." The police officer shouted in fear, his eyes flickering.
"I hate people lying to me the most." Liu Ziguang turned the muzzle of his gun and hit him on his left knee. He stepped on the twisting police officer with his feet and said, "The next step is your right knee, then your left and right elbows, and your lungs.
Your stomach, and finally your head, you will shed every last drop of blood before you decide to tell the truth."
"I said, he is Japanese, his name is Naoto Araki. He may be from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department or the Coast Guard. In short, he is a Japanese spy. We have known each other for several years and have been in contact with each other. He paid for me.
Action, I don’t know anything about the rest.”
"So, where can I find Araki-san?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"He is a frequent guest at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel. I found out when I asked at the front desk that his phone number is in my mobile phone. Please don't kill me."
Liu Ziguang didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and shot him in the head. The sound of the gunshot spread very far in the night, but the place was deserted and it was not in the way.
Throwing the body into a ditch on the side of the road, and then carrying Chen Jinlin into the car, Liu Ziguang drove away from here, driving slowly, thinking about his next move. He didn't think he could find the so-called Naoto Araki. These old people
The cunning spy Jiao Tu San Cao has neither intelligence nor support. How can he fight against the old spies who have been operating here for many years? The most important thing now is to find a safe place to stay and then find a way to return home.
Along with the in-car TV, the news was broadcasting a wanted order. What was on the screen were photos of Chen Jinlin and himself. The commentary said that these were Hong Kong drug dealers Chen Jinlin and Liu Jinrong, who had arrested and killed several police officers in a murder case that day.
, a wanted order is now issued to arrest this person throughout the process.
Liu Ziguang's heart moved. Since it was broadcast on TV, the people in the company must also know it. It won't take long to find him based on the positioning system on his body. It's just a matter of how long it will take or who will find him first.
Hard to say.
Chen Jinlin, who was in a coma, was always muttering something. Sometimes it was in Mandarin, sometimes in Cantonese, and sometimes in English. Liu Ziguang carefully identified it and made sure he was talking about the dock.
Terminal? Looking at the map, the nearest one is the Manila International Container Terminal, so go to that place first.
At night, the Manila International Container Terminal is as huge as a city. Countless warehouses stand on the shore. The silhouettes of heavy machinery at various terminals are like monsters. There are many giant ships moored in the harbor. The sound of waves lapping on the coast and the sound of sea water
The fishy smell is clearly audible.
The dock area was very large and there were many abandoned warehouses. Liu Ziguang found a dark place and drove in. He placed Chen Jinlin in a dilapidated warehouse. He touched his forehead and found that it was still extremely hot. The infusion bottle had already been
It was empty. Liu Ziguang thought for a moment, drove out again, chopped a few coconuts in the coconut grove on the coast, came back, processed the bottom of the coconut with a knife, inserted the infusion needle, and used coconut juice instead of glucose to infuse Chen Jinlin.
He was given a new bandage.
…
The cry of seagulls woke up Liu Ziguang. He kept a gun on alert for three hours. Finally, when it was dawn, his stomach was already growling. He touched Chen Jinlin's forehead and found that the fever had subsided. He pried open a coconut and fed half to Chen Jinlin and half to Chen Jinlin.
He drank it himself, replenished his energy a little, and patted Chen Jinlin's cheek: "Mr. Chen, wake up."
Chen Jinlin groaned twice in pain, finally opened his eyes, looked at the spider webs on the abandoned warehouse, and said with difficulty: "Where is this?"
"pier."
"Why come to the dock?"
"Because you said you were coming to the dock."
"Did I tell you, oh, that's probably true. Song Kam's warehouse is at the dock, and the goods the company wants must be here too."
"Oh? That thing in your pocket is not goods?"
Chen Jinlin smiled: "That's just a sample. Our country can already imitate the processor chip on Aegis. Song Yan only brought it to make me believe that he has something more important that we want."
"Then what do we want? It's just small talk. If you don't want to say it, don't say it."
Chen Jinlin moved a little, and his current posture made him very uncomfortable. When Liu Ziguang saw this, he helped him up and sat half-sitting. He accidentally touched the wound, and the pain made him sweat. He cursed: "You son of a bitch, you can't be beaten with a gun."
It’s so cruel, if I tilt it any further it will kill me.”
Liu Ziguang grinned. Even the gentle and polite Chen Gong sometimes cursed people. He asked: "Are you from Wuhan?"
"No, I studied at Wuhan Naval Engineering University for four years, and I was influenced by it, which makes you laugh. By the way, do you know who is dealing with us?"
Liu Ziguang rubbed his hands in embarrassment: "It's a police officer, a local police officer, or T. Lao Wang and his driver died. Song Lian's bodyguard and housekeeper also died. Song Lian, the bastard, took the opportunity to escape."
Chen Jinlin was silent for a moment, as if he was mourning for Lao Wang, and then asked: "You must not have let them take advantage, right? If you kill two of us, you will have to pay back at least three times the amount."
Liu Ziguang sneered and said: "The group was wiped out. Later I went to the hospital and made dumplings for those who were not dead. By the way, I caught an official and asked for some information. He said that the instigator was a Japanese named Naoto Araki.
"
Chen Jinlin nodded and said: "That's right. The goods we want are from the Japan Maritime Self-Defense Force. It is reasonable for the Coast Guard to send intelligence personnel to trace them. Those who engage in intelligence generally do not go into battle personally, so
They bribed the local police to do their dirty work for them, and these gangsters are just doing private work to make some extra money. To put it bluntly, they are just soy sauce."
Liu Ziguang asked: "So many people have died, and we have already been wanted on TV. This is a bit of a problem."
Chen Jinlin sneered: "In a country where even the fifty-plus members of the governor candidate's family and reporters were brutally beheaded without any follow-up, the death of a few rags is no big deal. You take them too seriously. I can vouch for that.
Their president still doesn’t know about this, so don’t worry about it, because this is a magical country.”
Liu Ziguang shrugged and was speechless. He had to admit that Chen Jinlin was telling the truth.
"So, where should we find Song Lian now and complete this transaction?" Liu Ziguang asked, changing the topic.
Chen Jinlin smiled slightly: "Newcomer, I'm starting to like you. At this time, you still want to complete the task, which means they were right to choose you."
Liu Ziguang said: "Don't put a high hat on me. It's just my first mission and I don't want to be too embarrassed."
"Okay, let's figure it out. The first priority is to contact home. Where is your cell phone?"
"It's lost, but I have this." Liu Ziguang took out the police cell phone that was seized, only to find that it was out of battery, so he threw it into the car again in frustration.
Chen Jinlin had no choice. He was just a technician with little operational experience, so he had no choice in this situation.
Liu Ziguang stood up and walked back and forth several times. The sky at the beach was extremely blue, and seagulls were soaring in the sky. The refreshing scenery gave him an idea. He climbed into the car and searched for a while, and finally found a picture under the sun visor in front of the driver's seat.
The pass is a pass document for the No. 5 container storage area of the International Container Terminal.
"I know where Song Lian is." Liu Ziguang said proudly.
"But, if you know, the people in the Intelligence Section of the Coast Guard must also know." Chen Jinlin retorted.
"That's just right." Liu Ziguang looked at the blue sea in the distance, picked up a stone and threw it over, clapped his hands and said, "It will save me the time to find them."
With a plop, the stone fell under the trestle a hundred meters away.