"Mr. Angdi? Where are you?" No. 1 picked up the car's satellite phone and dialed a secret number. At that time, he was in the car rushing to the brightly lit port area on the seaside.
"It's me. The place where we last met." Angdi said with a cold smile while sitting in the captain's cabin drinking wine.
"I'll go see you right away."
"Welcome." Angdi hung up the phone.
A black car sped down the brightly lit street like lightning, heading straight to the suburban seaside port.
The night was deep, the sea breeze was blowing, and the starry sky was dark, but Pengcheng Harbor was as bright as day.
There was a huge crowd on the pier, cranes roared, and loading and unloading were busy. Countless ships were docked at the seaside, including several 10,000-ton cargo ships. The lights were like stars, the figures were swaying, and bursts of music sounded from the deck and floated into the night sky.
Pengcheng Port was a barren mountain before the 1970s. Now it has a history of more than 30 years. The port is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and there are Tuliao, Back Mountain, Tongpan and other islands outside the port, forming the structure of Pengcheng Port. natural barrier.
Pengcheng Port has 32 operating wharves, 19 non-operating wharves, 4 sets of pontoons, and 41 warehouses. More than 5,000 ships enter the port all year round, with a throughput of approximately 8.9 million tons.
In a remote bay near the mountain island at the northern end of the port, there is an unobtrusive old cargo ship of small tonnage moored.
This broken ship is the "Baslik", and the number one assassin in Southeast Asia and his accomplices live on this ship.
From the outside, the Basilik looks like a broken ship that is about to sink.
In fact, it is not the case. The reason why it became the lair of Angdi? Sabah Mazong's gang is that it is actually a multi-functional ship.
Its keel and ribs are made of high-quality steel exported by Japan's Taihe Steel Company. The hull, covered by mottled and dirty paint, is made of stainless steel plates; the power compartment is equipped with three 1,500-horsepower German Silman production lines. The latest "F-417" diesel engine; heavy machine guns, light machine guns, assault rifles, 16mm four-barreled machine guns, five grenade launchers and self-destruction devices are hidden in the mezzanine of the cargo hold.
If the cargo ship is intercepted, it can become an armed ship with extremely powerful attack power within one minute; the communication room has a long-distance wireless transceiver, and it can contact its accomplices in Thailand and those scattered in Southeast Asia at any time to obtain Timely rescue.
In addition to Ang Di, there are sixteen sailors on the ship, who are actually sixteen well-trained international professional killers.
At this time, the Basilik was ready to escape from the beach outside Pengcheng, loaded with fresh water, fuel and food, and was only waiting for the "Pengxiang Business Committee" No. 1 who hired them to send the remaining remuneration in accordance with the contract. , will take advantage of the darkness before dawn to leave the outer harbor of Pengcheng without anyone noticing.
Angdi and his two assistants, Sha Tou and Chaiqi, were sitting in the captain's cabin, and the three killers were clinking glasses to congratulate each other. They never expected that Wang Wei, known as the tiger general of the Chinese police, would be killed by them so effortlessly.
Xiong Yuanju, the president of Xiong's Kingdom in Hong Kong, was also sent to the West by them.
Not only did this big business get 20 million US dollars, but it will soon spread all over the world, becoming another of their proud works, and it will win a greater reputation. Future "shippers" will be impressed by their unique skills. The guy was even more impressed, which in itself may be more important than getting so many US dollars all at once.
"Boss," Sand Toad looked at his luminous watch. It was almost midnight and asked Angdi, "Why can't we see their shadows now?"
"It will come." Angdi put down the wine glass, lit a fine Havana cigar, and then filled another glass of Chinese Moutai.
"It's already half an hour after the agreed time." Chaiqi said uneasily.
"How--" Angdi put down the wine glass that was brought to his lips and said, "Do they dare to default on the bill?"
"This is their territory," Chaiqi looked at Angdi, "We have to be careful about them. I see that the No. 1 subordinate also has many fierce guys."
"Damn it!" Southeast Asia's No. 1 Assassin said confidently as he drank from his glass. "The people who dare to trick us haven't been born in this world yet. I'm afraid this bastard doesn't have the guts."
"It's better to be careful." Sha Toad also added coldly. The emotions of the two assistants infected Ang Di, and his small eyes flashed with suspicion.
Just at this time, the intercom rang.
The subordinates lurking around reported through the microphone: "Boss, they are coming."
"How many cars?" Angdi picked up the intercom and asked roughly.
"One."
"Look carefully."
"Yes, there is only one car." The subordinate reported cautiously.
"Inform the second group and let them get on the boat." Angdi said.
"Yes, boss."
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A "Porsche S-Type" high-end sports car quietly parked on the seaside road not far from the Basilico.
No. 1 was accompanied by his "Four Evils" - bodyguard leader Feng Dahu, Hengha Second General Yue Biao, Shui Dinosaur, and Chang Ye Wu Ba. They got out of the car and walked towards the Basilico under the guidance of one of Ang Di's killers.
Sand Toad and Chaiqi, with four killers, stood at the bow of the boat to greet them.
On the sea, only a faint light could be seen in the distance. The four evil spirits were led by Chaiqi to the crew cabin on the aft deck. Sand Toad accompanied No. 1 Song Xinrui to the captain's cabin on the upper deck to meet Ang Di.
"Haha, we meet again, Mr. Li." Ang Dihui looked happily at No. 1 who bent down and walked in. He laughed and said hello first.
"Yeah," No. 1 grinned, his eyes were blazing, he looked good, and he seemed to be smiling. He was waiting to take the money and leave.
"Please take a seat, Mr. Li," Ang Di glanced at the visitor who didn't look good and said politely, "How about a drink?"
"Thank you," No. 1 turned around and looked around. He sat down on the broken wooden chair he had sat on more than half a month ago. He narrowed his eyes with a cold light like a cobra and looked at Ang Di's proud face.
With a proud flat face, he said lukewarmly: "It seems that Mr. Angdi is in a good mood."
"Of course, our big business is doing well, shouldn't we be happy?"
"It's a little early." No. 1 responded unceremoniously with tired eyes flashing.
"What do you mean, if I'm not wrong," Ang Di looked at the incomprehensible guy in front of him, suddenly stopped laughing and put down his glass, "Mr. Li is not very happy."
"Yeah, it's pretty bad."
"Oh? Why!"
"Don't you know?"
"What do you know? Please tell me clearly." Ang Di stared at No. 1 with dissatisfaction, his eyes burning like fire, full of doubts and suspicions.
"Your work is too rough."
"What? This statement is a bit surprising to me. What exactly does Mr. Li mean?" Ang Di emphasized his tone.
"There are many unexpected things, Mr. Ondy."
"What do you mean, Mr. Li? The business we agreed on has been successfully completed. Now I only care about whether you brought the money?"
"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you." No. 1 crossed his legs.
"Do you want to play tricks on me?" The scar on Ang Di's face glowed purple.
"On the contrary, I should be the one to ask this question." No. 1 stared at the number one assassin in Southeast Asia unceremoniously.
"What's the meaning?"
"You didn't get things done. The business didn't achieve its goal. It's still some distance from what we arranged in advance."
"Keep talking!"
"That damn Wang Wei is not dead, he actually escaped from your hands. If Mr. Angdi didn't hear me clearly, let me say it again: he is not dead!"
"Impossible!" Ang Di suddenly slammed his fist on the broken table, pulled it hard, stood up from the broken swivel chair, and roared like thunder.
"Why are you nervous? Not only is it possible," No. 1 Song Xinrui lowered his voice and said bitterly: "And he also foiled my entire 'Super Storm Action Plan.'"
"I saw him fall into Lengshui Creek with my own eyes. We shot him randomly and didn't let him climb up!"
"Aha! His police car also exploded together, right?" No. 1 Song Xinrui had a sarcastic smile on his face.
"Isn't it?" Ang Di was puzzled.
"right!"
"No, no, no, no! Damn it! This is absolutely impossible!" Ang Di roared loudly, "No matter what, he can't escape death! His police car was blown to pieces by my grenade launcher!"
"But a few hours later, he miraculously appeared at Daxi Town Ci Cemetery to protect Xiong Yuanju, the president of the Xiong Kingdom, and another person? Deputy Director, this is an indisputable fact. How do you explain it?
"No. 1 Song Xinrui took out a piece of "Peng" from his wallet.
The "extra account" of Chengdu Daily was thrown in front of Ang Di, "Please see for yourself, Mr. Ang Di, apart from killing a few special police officers, you did not kill the people I asked you to kill. He also killed Xiong Yuan.
, the deputy director was rescued from the flames of death."
Ang Di grabbed the newspaper, and under the dim light, with sunken eyes, he leaned over and quickly read "Extra Number".
He looked at No. 1 Song Xinrui coldly and said sarcastically: "If this is true and Wang Wei was not killed, I think it must be an error of God; but it is not my business that Xiong Yuanju was not killed.
It’s my fault that your intelligence was wrong.”
"There is no error in my information, the time, location, and the number of people protecting them. Which point is wrong? It's because your actions were too hasty and rough. Why didn't you confirm that they were dead before evacuating?"
"Damn it!" The number one assassin in Southeast Asia tore the number one to pieces, threw it to the ground with a wave of his hand, and stared at number one, who was flashing a cobra-like glare in front of him: "Where is that damn Wang Wei at this moment?"
"A safe place that no one could have imagined." No. 1 Song Xinrui said viciously, but his eyes were fixed on Ang Di.
"Hmph, there has never been any safe place in my hands." Angdi didn't need him to stimulate her any more.
"Wang Wei was seriously injured. Not only was the special police guarding him 24 hours a day, but the location was also very safe. It can be said to be foolproof."
"Keep talking!"
"Want to try again?" No. 1's eyes flashed as fiercely as a cobra's.
"Otherwise I won't be able to get the remaining US dollars. It's a trivial matter. The number one assassin in Southeast Asia cannot afford to lose this person. How can we survive in this world in the future? The reputation of the 'Jungle Iron Triangle' is more important than anything else!!!" Ang Di roared.
Like thunder.
"Good job!" Number 1 finally showed a smile and laughed.
"I must kill him before dawn!" Ang Di said through gritted teeth.
"Don't miss it again this time!"
"I know how to do it! You are still young in this business, Mr. Li!"
"However, I still want to remind you, Mr. Ang Di, that Wang Wei is indeed a fierce general in the police world, and his experience in fighting abroad as a special forces soldier made him an immortal 'full-blooded war god'. Don't be careless this time!"
"You'd better bring the remaining US$10 million when you see me next time!" Ang Di's eyes sparkled and he frowned.
"Yes, I hope you succeed, Mr. Angdi. I won't lose a penny of US dollars." No. 1 Song Xinrui took out a small piece of paper from his body, calmed down and handed it to the No. 1 assassin in Southeast Asia, "But
Don't lose your money. After killing Wang Wei, there will still be Xiong Yuanju and his daughter."
After saying that, No. 1 turned around and walked out of the captain's cabin with a sneer.
"Get the fuck out of here." Looking at No. 1's leaving figure, Ang Di couldn't help but curse out.