The car drove forward at a steady speed, staring at the rear-facing taillights that were barely visible in the rearview mirror. Yamashita Takuro's eyes did not move. When he reached the intersection ahead, he turned the steering wheel and turned into the side road. The taillights completely disappeared.
Put the car into gear, step on the accelerator, and accelerate. Under the dark night, the white car body sped like an arrow from the string. After traveling for several kilometers, turning the steering wheel again meant that it was like taking a detour and turning back to the main road.
It was only then that Yamashita Takuro's eyes were completely withdrawn from the rearview mirror and he looked forward. The avenue was now considered a branch of the Ring Expressway. There were no street lights installed on both sides of the road. Within the straight range of headlights ahead,
There were no traces of vehicles or pedestrians, but further ahead, about two kilometers away, there was actually a car, a motorcycle that looked suspicious, but with no lights on...
When Shouhou and others came over just now, Yamashita Takuro spotted the other party. At that time, the other party was pointing his camera at the door of the repair shop to secretly take pictures, as if he was collecting evidence... Reporter? Policeman? It didn't look like they were coming for him, maybe.
I just bumped into it accidentally...
It has to be said that Yamashita Takuro does have extremely profound knowledge in concealment and tracking, and his judgment is generally accurate. Well, except for being inexplicably ganked by the red armband lady... that was an accident!
It fell far behind. During this period, the white Chevrolet changed lanes several times and seemed to be lost. However, every time after driving for a certain distance, the convoy of vans that looked like a long queue could be seen again at the end of the field of vision...
Calm, casual, and under control. This is the tracking method of professionals. Although all this seemed to be done to a blind man, neither the members of the Sanjiang Gang nor Zhong Wanqing noticed the existence of Yamashita Takuro.
After driving for about an hour, Chevrolet took the initiative to speed up, passing Zhong Wanqing's motorcycle from the side for the first time, and also passed the group of vans that were gradually slowing down. They drove for another distance and slowly drove off the road, with the faint sound of water splashing on the shore.
It gradually became clear to my ears that there was a lighthouse standing under the night sky not far away, and the searchlight shined very far away...
Ten minutes later, in a hidden place, Tang Chao stepped out of the car. After roughly observing the surrounding environment, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and found a good place.
Below you are an undulating beach, and in front of you is a large beach, covered with jagged and strange rocks. Under the night light, they are blurry and look like lying beasts, ferocious and terrifying. The sound of rushing water can be heard from time to time, either exciting or cheerful... Don't get me wrong.
This is not the seaside, but the riverside.
The environment of Lingjiang was introduced earlier. It faces the sea on one side and is surrounded by mountains on the other. There is also a river running through the north and south, connecting the sea. The geographical location is unique. It is no wonder that it was selected as a special zone to focus on supporting development.
Of course, that's not what I'm talking about here. Human beings have always chosen water to live. This kind of waterside environment is usually a gathering place for people and is also a battleground for major real estate companies. For example, buildings built along the river
Jiangyue Mansion is an example, but there are always exceptions. This is the case now. Looking around, except for a few lighthouses and hydroelectric power stations, there are basically no buildings in sight. It is desolate and remote, and inaccessible.
It’s really a good place for a date!
The dozen or so black vans were parked in a gentle place more than a hundred meters away. It seemed that the other party had not yet arrived. A group of Sanjiang Gang members were standing on the river beach smoking and farting, sparking. As for Zhong Wanqing, they parked behind the rocks not far away.
The cat was still there, calling again, seemingly confirming the precise location. And the white car...
Tang Chao could roughly guess which area he was parked in, but to be honest, he wasn't sure about the specific location by touching it.
Yes, although he has not seen it with his own eyes before, Tang Chao can already guess who the other party is. There are really not many people who can subconsciously warn people with sensory abilities. Combined with the recent activities in Lingjiang, it is not surprising that it is that person.
He is a ninja. I just don’t know if he came here alone or if he formed a team with some mad dog to fight back...
No matter which one it is, it is no longer important! A few rays of sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he glanced at the lighthouse not far away. Tang Chao retreated silently, as if blending into the night wind, and disappeared in an instant.
Assassination, being assassinated, is the daily life of the underground world. It is a normal thing, and there is nothing to say. But again and again, again and again, endlessly, coming and going is too much...
It's time to speak some truth - you should have a minimum of respect for local snakes!
…
A quarter of an hour later, here comes...
Hiding behind the rocks, Zhong Wanqing peered at the approaching convoy in the distance, then turned to look at the Sanjiang Gang members who had been waiting for a long time. She threw away her cigarette butts and stood up to gather... She subconsciously rubbed her arms. It was approaching the Mid-Autumn Festival, even though it was daytime.
It's still hot and hot, but it's still a bit cool at night, especially by the river, where the temperature difference between day and night is obvious, and a thin coat obviously can't withstand the cool wind and chill.
However, she had long been accustomed to this kind of situation. She had stayed in the camp in freezing snowy nights in the past few years. Compared with that time, it was nothing now.
Nancheng Ma Laosan... After roughly recognizing the identity of the latecomer, Zhong Wanqing picked up the camera, moved carefully among the rocks, changed to a better angle, and quietly photographed the gathering of people and horses on the beach, right here.
At that time, a phone call came in,
Mute mode, after all, he is an old policeman, so he will naturally not make such low-level mistakes.
"Hey, they met. It's Ma Laosan, and Bao Xiong is also messing around in Nancheng. The two sides may be fighting for territory and are negotiating now. Have you arrived... Okay, you arrange it as soon as possible... I don't think there will be a fight, but
I don’t know how long they can talk about it, it’s best to catch the current situation..."
There was a sudden pause in the words, and I turned around subconsciously. There was a faint wah-wah-wah siren ringing next to my ears. It was mixed in the whistling night wind and I couldn't tell where it came from. The volume was not very loud, but Zhong Wanqing could hear it.
The two parties negotiating not far away could not hear the truth.
His expression suddenly changed, "What the hell, did you sound the siren?"
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"Then what is this-"
"Wow wow wow... you have been surrounded... put down your weapons, surrender is your only way out... you will be lenient if you confess, and strict if you resist... you have been surrounded, put down your weapons..."
"Uh, it seems to be a recording...who the hell did this!!!"
If it's just a siren, that's it. The key is that the familiar classic lines from movies and TV series are played on a loop, so it can only be a recording.
What a talent... Sitting back in the car, someone who just didn't know what he was doing could not help but be stunned as he listened to the intermittent warning recording in his ear, and sighed secretly. To be honest, this was not done by him, it should be a ninja.
, do you want to fish in troubled waters...
"Don't worry about it, come out and arrest people!" After the reef, without having time to think about what went wrong, Zhong Wanqing shouted immediately,
The next moment, the real police siren suddenly sounded, high-pitched and sharp, instantly breaking the silent night sky. Then countless bright flashlights continued to light up around them, all shining on the beach.
"Don't move, police!"
"stop--"
That was definitely untenable. The legs of hundreds of gangsters on the tidal flats were almost weak from fright. They exploded, shouting and cursing one after another. Some scolded those who were immoral, and some scolded thieves and shouted "catch the thieves." Of course, they couldn't say a few words. Now
Running away was the most important thing. In just a short moment, the crowd dispersed completely, running around like headless flies.
It has to be said that the siren recording that came from nowhere is simply life-saving gospel for this gang of gangsters. It is precisely because it alerted the snake that the hasty police were unable to complete the complete siege and could only watch them one after another.
One rushed out and managed to escape.
"Damn it!"
He punched the rock hard. Zhong Wanqing's face was extremely ugly, but he could do nothing. He hurriedly put away his camera and mobile phone, ignoring the startled gangsters who ran past and stared at the burly figure in the distance.
It's just a violent bear, running away in a hurry.
"Damn it! Where did this woman come from?"
"It looks familiar..."
"What the hell are you talking about! Run quickly - you damn fat pig is waiting for me!"
Under the dim light, the panic-stricken Slender Monkey and his few younger brothers were running along the tidal flats of the river, running for their lives.
As the saying goes, husband and wife are like birds in the forest, they fly away when disaster strikes. How much more can they be brothers who are fair-winners? It is also said that there is only a wrong name, not a wrong nickname. The reason why Slender Monkey is called Slim Monkey is that he is as thin as firewood.
He was referred to as a waste material. He had not run very far when he was left behind by several younger brothers. He couldn't help but yelled and cursed as he ran.
Fortunately, he was lucky. The running direction he chose in a daze happened to be the loophole that the police had no time to encircle. He stumbled and ran all the way, and actually allowed them to break out of the encirclement smoothly.
Holding his little brother's arm, the thin monkey climbed up the embankment with great difficulty. He subconsciously turned around and looked back. It was like a scene of a large-scale eagle catching a chicken!
On the huge river beach, the police, Sanjiang Gang companions, and others were walking together on the other side, mingling with each other, chasing each other, and it was so lively... Not everyone is as lucky as they are, and some choose the wrong direction to escape at the first time.
He ran directly into the arms of the police. Among them was his boss, Brother Wen, who was neatly thrown to the sand by a young policeman, roaring in vain...
Ji Lingling shivered, Skinny Monkey didn't dare to look anymore, and Yigulu stood up from the ground: "Go quickly, go quickly!"
"Hey, is there a car here?" A young man shouted in surprise. There was indeed a white car, just a few dozen steps in front of them, parked quietly on the side of the road.
"What are you thinking about? Do you know how to pry a car, or do you know how to start a ignition with your bare hands like in the movie, and you can drive it without a key? It's a waste of time, and it's better to run away."
"That makes sense!"
Just as a few people were running close to the white car, suddenly, the driver's door opened without warning, "Ah--" screamed, there was a loud bang, and the fat boy running in the front suddenly rebounded like a ball.
When he came back, he fell heavily to the ground.
"scare!"
Seeing this, the Slender Monkeys and others braked in an emergency, lowered their heads in shock, and looked at their companions who fainted without saying a word. They could not recover for a while. When they regained consciousness and looked up, they were wrapped in dark purple night clothes from head to toe.
Next, a ghostly figure stood quietly by the car door. The only exposed pair of eyes looked at them calmly,
"Where's my knife?"
With a calm questioning tone, Shouhou and the others looked at each other in confusion, "Ahem, this... this brother, do we know each other?"
"Where's my knife."
"Ah? What kind of knife?"
"Where's my knife!"
The person coming was like a repeater, with complete communication space. The thin monkey couldn't help but become anxious, knowing that they were still running away, but there was no time to waste here, so he waved decisively: "What's the matter with this lunatic - kill him!"
As he spoke, he untied the cloth package from his waist and took out the demon-slaying knife. With such a little effort, several of the younger brothers had already rushed forward with their swords and swinging sticks, and then, there was no more... As soon as he took a step forward, his eyes suddenly blurred,
The wind whistled beside his ears, and he turned his head subconsciously, just to watch his little brother being kicked more than ten meters away...
When he turned around, the other boys also received their lunch boxes and threw themselves on the street in different postures, just like they usually lay scattered in the lobby of his rental... He blinked, raised his hands, and rubbed them, dark purple.
The night clothes are in front of you.
"mine……"
"Grass Mud Horse!" He swung the knife completely subconsciously, and while it was still in the air, his wrist was firmly held like a noose. No matter how hard the thin monkey struggled, he couldn't move even an inch!
His eyes fell on the exaggerated demon-slaying knife, especially the roaring dragon-headed handle. He paused for a moment, and said with a flash of disdain, "Fancy..." He pressed it down and twisted it, and the demon-slaying knife was ready.
He took off his hand, kicked it out, and flew out of the embankment. Immediately, there was a slight splashing sound, as if he flew directly over the tidal flat and fell into the river.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Condescendingly, his eyes were still indifferent, looking at the thin monkey with half of his body tilted to the ground in pain, "Where is my knife?"
"Wha, what...a knife..." Shouhou almost cried, saying he didn't understand at all.
However, the man in night clothes obviously didn't think so, "It's quite tough..." He said in a calm tone, and turned to look in the direction where Shouhou and the others came from. The bright flashlight flashed, and police officers were already searching this way. After thinking about it, he relaxed.
He opened his wrists, pinched his neck, lifted the thin monkey up like a chicken, and walked back to the car.
In just a few steps, the skinny monkey's face turned into a monkey's butt. Severe lack of oxygen caused the blood to surge up, and stars appeared in front of his eyes... Fortunately, it was really only a few steps away, so he threw it into the passenger seat and started driving at night.
The man in clothes then got in and closed the door.
"Ugh...cough cough cough cough cough..." Holding his neck, Skinny Monkey couldn't stop coughing violently, retching, wheezing, and tears really burst out from his eyes. It is said that people will have flashbacks in their minds before they die.
An important part of his life, just a few seconds of life and death, Shouhou really recalled something, and struggled to say the words, "Big, big, big... Brother, wheeze... I remembered it! Really, that one
Knife... Phew, I really remembered it!"
The man in night clothes, twisting the car key, turned around and looked.
Shouhou didn't dare to neglect him. Despite his sluggish fighting prowess, that was not his main skill in society, but observing people's emotions. He was now extremely convinced that if he didn't tell someone who was tall and ugly, then the man next to him who was dressed like this would not be ignored.
This ghost-like guy will really turn him into a ghost...
"Brother, is the knife you mentioned hidden in the trunk of a car? In the underground parking lot of Xingfu Community?"
Buzz, the man in night clothes looked away, turned the car key, and started the car.
Thin Monkey suddenly became anxious when he saw this: "Isn't it? Isn't it really true? But I have seen this knife recently...and my kitchen knife...Brother, please let me think about it again, believe me, I will definitely be able to think about it."
Get up, really, please..."
The man in night clothes put his hands on the steering wheel, paused, and finally said: "What does the knife you just mentioned look like?"
"Looks like? It looks like a knife. It's not long, about... this long! No, so long..." Yu Wuzi raised his hand and gestured, "The blade is a bit blunt, and it doesn't open completely... By the way, there's a hole in the handle.
Is it engraved with characters, or is it a pattern? It’s not simplified Chinese characters, I don’t know them, and I don’t read much…”
Huo Ran turned his head and interrupted hastily, "Where's that knife?"
"I took it, and then sent it to Lao Liu, and then I went to get it tonight, and then... uh..." Finally he straightened it out, the thin monkey's body was shaken, and he looked at the man in night clothes with shrinking eyes, "Then he was
Brother, you just kicked me away..."
"Are you talking about the knife just now?" the man in night clothes asked, and then sneered, "It seems you still don't want to cooperate. It doesn't matter. Let's find a place to chat slowly..."
"It's not eldest brother. I'm telling the truth! Oh, I understand. I didn't make it clear just now. I said that I sent it to Lao Liu to help him change it into a demon-slaying knife. He is very skilled at it, so eldest brother
You may not have recognized it just now..."
Now it was the man in night clothes who was stunned. The knife just now... no, it was obviously not a broken jade knife, but the width of the blade... his eyes suddenly became sharper, and his tone was no longer calm as before, with indescribable complexity, as if
Despair seemed like hope, and he said stiffly, "You can't fool me! My knife has a pitch-black blade..."
"Well, it's been polished... It's really a bit dull. It's hard to cut a watermelon..."