Half an hour later, Zhang Ziwei walked out of the villa alone, his face calm.
Successfully bribed Duan Kun to kill the eldest son of the Eight-faced Buddha, which did not bring him any sense of accomplishment, because this was something he expected.
With a ton of very pure goods as bait, plus a big pie that is the exclusive agent of Hong Kong Island, with Duan Kun's greed and IQ, it was only a matter of time before he was trapped.
After five years of confusion, he finally made up his mind to let the world give him an explanation.
He hated the Eight-faced Buddha because the reason why he ended up in his current situation was all caused by this man.
But he married the daughter of the Eight-faced Buddha and became one of the most vicious and ruthless cartel leaders in the Golden Triangle.
He also hated Ma Haotian and Su Jianqiu. Although the hatred had gradually faded over the past five years, the knot in his heart could not be opened.
What he hates most is himself.
Over the years, he has killed people, stolen goods, and done many evil things. He is tired of himself and tired of it all.
He didn't want to be a sole trader, but he knew that he was no longer qualified to be a policeman.
He was living a miserable life, and he didn't know who he was.
Every night for the past five years, he tortured himself, he was resentful, he was afraid, he was mad. Only when he fought to death with Minna over and over again, and the moment when his soul and body were galloping together, could he find his own existence.
meaning.
He was very sure that he loved Mian Na, but he did not dare to face Mian Na at all, because she was the daughter of the Eight-faced Buddha, and because he only regarded Mian Na as a tool to vent his desires and as a way to seek inner peace.
of comfort.
He doesn't want to live like this anymore.
He felt that he should have died in the crocodile pond five years ago.
He wants to correct all this.
Although, the price may be death.
But he is fearless.
Because this world has left him with no attachment.
Walking through the winding bluestone path, Zhang Ziwei jumped out of the railing quickly.
In the past five years, the only reason that makes him feel that he is not completely useless is that his marksmanship has become more and more accurate and his skills have become more and more agile.
He learned not to be frightened by favors or humiliations, he learned to be tolerant, he also learned to be cruel, and he even learned when to be tolerant and when to be cruel.
Stepping on the green grass and passing through a palm forest, Zhang Ziwei appeared on the asphalt roadside.
Not far in front of him, there was a brown car parked, which was the car he had prepared for himself.
When he came to see Duan Kun this time, he didn't even tell the most trusted confidant he had cultivated over the past five years. He finally decided to make a big fuss because he didn't want to make a mistake at the beginning.
Now it seems that things are going well.
Zhang Ziwei was already thinking about the second step of the plan in his mind while walking towards the car.
The eldest son of the Eight-faced Buddha will go to Hong Kong Island for trading in three days. The target of the transaction was originally negotiated by him, but his brother-in-law picked the peach.
In the past five years, he has worked hard, and his three brothers-in-law have enjoyed the fruits of his labor. This kind of thing has happened countless times, and there are many things that are even more extreme than this.
He never said anything when faced with such bullying, but this time he wanted their lives!
A trace of cruelty flashed in Zhang Ziwei's eyes.
However, just as he reached out to open the car door, the door suddenly opened on its own, and a black gun protruded from the car and was pointed at his head.
Zhang Ziwei suddenly froze, and his mind went blank for a moment.
The back door of the car opened, and two big men got out. They quickly took away his cell phone and gun from him, and then cuffed his hands.
During this process, Zhang Ziwei said nothing, biting his lips tightly and looking livid.
He didn't know what went wrong. Could it be that Duan Kun betrayed him?
At this time, a black off-road vehicle slowly came from the other end of the road and stopped slowly beside him.
The car window rolled down, and a gentle young man with gold-rimmed eyes looked him up and down, and said expressionlessly: "Mr. Yan wants to see you."
Mr. Yan?
Zhang Ziwei had an expression of extreme astonishment on his face.
Thai police station.
boom!
Kuntai's office door was violently kicked open from the outside, and several police officers swarmed in.
Kuntai was startled and jumped up from his chair. The wound on his left shoulder was immediately affected, causing him to grin and scream in pain.
The police made way to open the door, and Langdon Huang was pushed in in a wheelchair, his upper body wrapped like a mummy.
Kuntai shouted in shock and anger: "Huang Landeng! What are you going to do?"
"What do I want to do?" Langdon Huang sneered, "Don't you know what you did?"
"What did I do?" A flash of panic flashed in Kuntai's eyes. Could it be that Huang Langden discovered that he was injured and had a friendly battle with the director's wife last night?
Damn it, I told that woman a long time ago that she couldn’t do it in the hospital. That woman was looking for excitement...
"Pretend, keep pretending!" Langdon Huang stretched out his hand, and the policeman on the side quickly put a cigar in his hand.
Langdon Huang held up his cigar and sneered: "You and..."
Then his expression froze, he threw the cigar to the ground, and shouted angrily to his subordinates: "Communication records! What I want is the communication records!"
The subordinate hurriedly handed him the two papers in his hand.
Huang Langdeng held up the paper and continued to sneer: "How many times have you talked to Tang Ren? I don't need to say more? Should I praise you for being bold, or should I scold you for being hopelessly stupid? You are also a detective after all. Don't you know how to change your phone?
Have you communicated with Tang Ren? Ah?"
Wow!
He threw the two pieces of paper into the air, glared at Kuntai and said fiercely: "What else do you have to say?"
Kuntai was stunned for a long time, and suddenly slapped himself on the forehead, looking annoyed.
"No..." he tried to defend, "I called Tang Ren mainly because I wanted to persuade him to come back and surrender..."
"Aha!" Langdon Huang laughed strangely and said disdainfully: "You don't need to explain it to me. You should think about how to explain it to the director!"
"The director will definitely believe me!" Cold sweat broke out on Kuntai's forehead.
"No, I don't believe it!" A deep voice came from outside.
Then, the director appeared at the door of the office riding a balance bike.
His face was very dark, so black that it turned green.
"Tang Ren committed a murder and stole Mr. Yan's gold. The evidence is conclusive!" The director glared at Kuntai, "As a detective, you actually tipped off criminals, saying, do you also have a share of the gold?"
"No, Director, I was wrongly accused!" Kuntai explained hurriedly, "I called Tang Ren and really advised him to surrender. And according to what he said, he was also wrongfully accused and was framed.
"
After a pause, he suddenly pointed at Huang Langdeng: "That's him! In fact, it was Huang Langdeng who stole the gold! He is so anxious to catch Tang Ren because he wants to kill Tang Ren and silence him!"
Langdon Huang was originally looking at Kuntai with disdain, but when he heard that Kuntai was talking nonsense and framed him, he was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.
"What the hell are you?" He pointed at Kuntai angrily, his hands trembling, "Kuntai, are you still shameless?"
