In the garage, Liu Ziguang opened the rolling shutter door, and a ray of sunlight shone in. Carefully, Dongfang Ke discovered that the license plate of the Mercedes-Benz had been changed. He was surprised: "When did you change the license plate?"
"Last night..com"
"Didn't you and... last night?"
"You can do a lot of things in one night." Liu Ziguang opened the car door and got in, started the car and left the garage. Dongfang Ke quickly closed the garage door, got into the car, and the Mercedes-Benz drove away.
A black luxury Mercedes-Benz S600 was driving grandly on the streets of Marseille. As Liu Ziguang expected, the police did not launch an investigation into the firefight at the port construction site at all. The two motorcycle policemen who were close at hand just glanced at them lazily and turned their heads to continue.
As we chatted, Marseille is an ancient coastal city where people of all ethnic groups are mixed, so it’s not surprising to see Asian faces.
However, Dongfang Ke was so frightened that he advised: "I have transferred more than one million euros from the gang's account to the Swiss bank account you mentioned. Can we consider changing to another car?"
"Okay." Liu Ziguang turned a corner, parked the car on the seaside avenue, walked straight to a Peugeot car next to him, waved his elbow, smashed the window and opened the door. The siren blared loudly, and people in the distance stopped.
Looking here suspiciously, Liu Ziguang got into the car, pulled off the cover under the dashboard, cut off the wires of the alarm, found two more wires and started a fire, lowered the broken window glass, and rushed towards Dongfang Ke.
Shaking his head: "Get in the car."
Dongfang Ke hurriedly got into the car and complained: "Can you tell me before stealing things next time? I'm going to be scared to death by you."
He was really scared. He would be on tenterhooks anytime and anywhere with people who regarded crime as a common occurrence. If he hadn't been deeply involved, he would never dare to sit in the same car with Liu Ziguang again no matter what.
Liu Ziguang drove to a public phone booth five kilometers away. After making a call for five minutes, he returned to the car and said, "We are going to Morocco now. Is there any problem?"
How could Dongfang Ke dare to say no? Noono kept saying no, but he thought to himself, Morocco is in North Africa. Do we need to fly there? You must know that it will be a big trouble when going through the airport security check.
Liu Ziguang did not disappoint him. He drove to the Provence Airport in Marseille, but instead of taking the Air France passenger plane, he went directly to the tarmac and found a small private plane.
After a simple exchange, the two boarded the Dornier 228 twin-engine propeller plane and flew directly to the Kingdom of Morocco in North Africa.
After several hours of flying, the plane finally landed at Casablanca Mohammed V Airport in Morocco. After getting off the plane, Liu Ziguang first bought a French map, looked at it carefully for a long time, and then took a taxi to a certain street in the city.
Casablanca is the name of the Europeans, meaning the White City in Spanish. Due to the popularity of the Hollywood movie of the same name, the world has forgotten the real name of this city---Dalbeda.
Citroën taxis of the 1970s were driving on the exotic streets, with tourists of all colors shuttling in and out. Casablanca is a world-famous tourist city, and it is located in North Africa. The social and security conditions are slightly worse than in Europe.
, maybe more suitable for a gangster like Liu Ziguang, Dongfang Ke thought in his heart.
The taxi stopped at the entrance of a small hotel, and the two got out of the car and went upstairs. Dongfang Ke noticed that a guy dressed as an Arab who was sitting in the lobby reading a newspaper followed them upstairs.
Liu Ziguang came to a door, knocked sideways, and the door opened from the inside. Two black guns were aimed at them. Dongfang Ke was so frightened that he covered his ears and squatted down, but the gunfight was not as he imagined.
Instead, Liu Ziguang stepped forward with a smile, hugged and shook hands with the two of them, and then another person came up the stairs. Liu Ziguang also greeted him cordially, and then pulled the confused Dongfang Ke into the house.
"Where's the crow?" Liu Ziguang glanced around the room and asked casually.
"It's not safe to look out here. We've moved to several places." Zhang Baiqiang, the bandit leader who hadn't seen him for a long time, said, handing Liu Ziguang a cigar but turning a blind eye to Dongfang Ke.
Liu Ziguang put his cigar in his mouth, took out a map and began to discuss with Zhang Baiqiang and Chu Xiangdong. Dongfang Ke couldn't say anything, so he had to sit next to him and look at them. He noticed that the three people who met Liu Ziguang were all Chinese, but their appearance had changed.
After plastic surgery, the nose bridge was raised, a beard was grown, and the skin color was properly processed. They looked more like Central Asians, and they all had a strong aura, even stronger than Liu Ziguang's. Dongfang Ke thought about it
After thinking about it again, I feel that it is more appropriate to call this kind of breath "bandit breath".
"Oh my god, how did I get into trouble with these people?" Dongfang Ke's heart twitched. Looking at the focused looks on their faces, he knew that they must be planning some shocking case. I hope they won't use me. Just in time.
While he was praying secretly, Liu Ziguang spoke: "Come here."
Dongfang Ke hurried over and asked, "How can I help?"
"Who on that ship was with the traffickers?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"The captain, the first mate and the boatswain are all Greeks. As for the ordinary crew members, I don't think they know about it. After all, the fewer people who know about this kind of thing, the better." Dongfang Ke explained that in fact, he couldn't either.
This is certainly true, but those lower-level crew members are all Chinese. If you get them into trouble because of your words, you will be condemned by your conscience for the rest of your life.
"Well, tell me what you know about the situation on the ship. Don't miss any details." Chu Xiangdong said.
Dongfang Ke glanced at him and thought to himself that this guy had a really vicious face. He felt terrified and told the situation on the freighter in detail. He was originally a very thoughtful person and was good at observing the situation around him. After his introduction,
After that, the four people in the room nodded frequently.
"A six-thousand-ton cargo ship is considered small, with only a dozen crew members. It is much simpler than a gambling ship." Lu Hai commented. Dongfang Ke, who has always been sensitive to language, immediately realized that this person was either from southern Fujian or a visitor.
, and the latter is most likely. It seems that the composition of this group of people is really complicated.
"Damn it." Chu Xiangdong said, and Zhang Baiqiang nodded repeatedly: "It's almost time to retire after finishing this job."
"You...want to hijack the ship?" Dongfang Ke asked cautiously.
Zhang Baiqiang glanced at him, his razor-like eyes making him shudder.
"Your friend?" Zhang Baiqiang asked Liu Ziguang.
"To be precise, he is my subordinate. There is no need to hide it from him." Liu Ziguang said.
So Zhang Baiqiang said: "We will take over the ship off the coast of Morocco."
"Where's the plan?" Dongfang Ke asked bravely.
"Plan? Do you need a plan?" Zhang Baiqiang glanced at him again, lit a cigarette and said: "What black people in Somalia who have never read can do, of course we professionals are not a problem." He turned to Liu Ziguang again.
Said: "You are a military advisor, right? You're pretty good at that. Don't worry about us guys."
Liu Ziguang smiled: "They are all veterans. They are very familiar with this, just like drinking noodles."
Dongfang Ke swallowed hard. It turned out to be a group of pirates. They robbed a ship as easily as eating noodles, but robbing a bank was not as easy as eating jelly.
According to the shipping schedule, the Hong Kong cargo ship will arrive at the port of Casablanca this afternoon to unload its cargo, and then sail to Senegal. However, Liu Ziguang cannot wait that long. He is a person who never sleeps with a grudge, and this time he was tricked.
How could he just let it go? When he was in Marseille, he contacted Zhao Hui, scolded him, and ordered him to give himself an explanation.
Zhao Hui, who had messed up the matter, naturally did not dare to show off. Not only did he promise to help Liu Ziguang buy a batch of high-quality and low-cost arms, but he also offered to lend him his elite squad to avenge the attack.
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In the afternoon of that day, a few people wandered around the port for a long time. Zhang Baiqiang and the four of them took a chance and stole a yacht and sailed to the open sea. Liu Ziguang and Dongfang Ke stayed at the port to observe the situation. As expected, the six thousand-ton cargo ship entered the port on time to unload its cargo.
After they had replenished fresh water and fuel, it was already evening. The ship did not spend the night in the port, but lifted anchor overnight and sailed to the open sea. Liu Ziguang knew in his heart that they must have heard about what happened in Marseille and became very upset.
The rest was left to Zhang Baiqiang, Chu Xiangdong and the others. Liu Ziguang took Dongfang Ke on a regional airliner of Air Morocco and flew to Libya, the hometown of Colonel Gaddafi.
After landing at Tripoli Airport, Dongfang Ke watched helplessly as a Libyan entry stamp was stamped on his passport. He couldn't help but said in frustration: "It's over now. It will be difficult to go to the United States in the future."
"Just get a new one." Liu Ziguang took back his passport as if nothing had happened and covered his face with a large Arabic scarf.
Someone came to pick them up from the airport. The Land Rover drove directly into the depths of the desert and stopped in front of a tent. The camels were chewing grass quietly. Beautiful melodies came from the tents covered with thick wool carpets. They could be vaguely seen.
The graceful figures were dancing, and the turbaned bodyguards pointed their guns at them inadvertently. By now, Dongfang Ke was no longer afraid. No matter how strong the wind and waves were, he could still capsize the boat in the desert.
Not successful?
After a short while, a black man came out and invited them into the tent. The ornately decorated tent was filled with golden light, and all that could be seen were pearls, diamonds, and gold and silk. A big fat man sat at the top, wearing an Arab robe, holding the head of the chiefs.
He was wearing a turban, holding a small scimitar in his greasy hand, and was slowly cutting the roasted lamb.
"Dear friends, I have been waiting for you for a long time." The big fat man said.
Dongfang Ke keenly realized from the retroflex that he inadvertently brought out that this fat man was definitely an authentic Slavic, and most likely a Russian, because no Arab chief would like to drink vodka that much.
The fat man dropped the knife and asked the maid to wipe his hands. Then he extended his hand to Liu Ziguang and introduced himself: "Ivan Listrovsky."
"Nice to meet you." Liu Ziguang shook hands with him.
The fat man continued: "Actually, I also have a Chinese name, Li Yifan."
"This name is very artistic. I think Mr. Li must have helped you get it." Liu Ziguang said, smiling in his heart, because among Zhao Hui's many cover identities, one of his names was Li Gang.