Facing the muzzles of several guns in the darkness around him, He Xie seemed as if he hadn't seen them before and spoke with a smile.
Zhang Ziwei turned around and looked at He Xie, his gloomy face showing a bit of surprise for the first time.
There are really not many people in this world who can face the point of a gun and remain indifferent.
"You can let them continue to point their guns at me." He Xie looked at Zhang Ziwei and smiled lightly.
He stretched out a finger, waved it slightly, and continued: "But for now, this is the greatest tolerance I can give you."
He Xie has always been tolerant when it comes to talents.
But Zhang Ziwei didn't think so. He felt that He Xie was simply crazy.
Who is in charge of the situation now? Is this person completely confused about the situation?
He smiled, a bit ferocious: "Do you think I won't dare to kill you if Mr. Yan is standing behind you?"
What a joke!
He plans to die on Hong Kong Island this time!
He is not even afraid of death, so why should he be afraid of Mr. Yan?
He Xie sighed inwardly. It seemed that Zhang Ziwei's mind still hadn't turned around in the past few days.
This guy is pretty cool...
However, people with a good attitude and a good attitude have good ideas and generally do not show one thing on the surface and do another behind the scenes. This is the best quality for being a subordinate.
"What is the purpose of your coming?" Zhang Ziwei asked coldly.
"Kill people, save people." He Xie said.
"Who to kill? Who to save?" Zhang Ziwei asked again.
"Kill those who deserve to be killed, and save those who deserve to be saved." He Xie said with a smile.
"Are you kidding me?" Zhang Ziwei laughed again.
He suddenly took out his gun and put the muzzle of the gun to He Xie's head: "Now, I will only ask you one more time. If you don't tell me, I will shoot you in the head!"
He stared into He Xie's eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Who to kill? Who to save?"
Wow!
The next moment, Zhang Ziwei's eyes were dazzled and his hands were light. Before he could react, He Xie moved.
He only saw a flash of figures, and the four confidants he arranged in the cabin fell to the ground with a "thud".
Zhang Ziwei was horrified. He turned around suddenly and saw He Xie sitting on the chair behind him, playing with his gun and looking at him with a half-smile.
He was a little dazed, and felt a chill suddenly surge through his body from his tail vertebrae.
"You should respect my proposal the most," He Xie pointed his gun at Zhang Ziwei, "Tell me, how will it end if the commotion is like this?"
Zhang Ziwei's body stiffened and he still looked at He Xie blankly.
Boom, boom, boom!
He Xie knocked on the table and said slightly impatiently: "How will it end?"
"What exactly do you want to do?" Zhang Ziwei asked, his tone much weaker.
"Why didn't you ask so nicely just now?" He Xie asked back, "I had to make things tense. Now it's fine. Are you at odds? You said I'll shoot you to death now. Do you think it's worth it? Ah? It's hard work.
After some planning, I died before I even started. Do you think I was wronged or not? Is it a pity or not?"
Zhang Ziwei: "..."
boom!
He Xie slammed the table, glared and shouted: "Speak!"
"..." Zhang Ziwei looked at He Xie and felt that this man was mentally abnormal.
"I'm going to fight for my life," he said to He Xie word by word. "Someone comes out of nowhere and wants to get involved. What do you think I should do?"
"Oh, do I still have to tell you, welcome, that's it!" Zhang Ziwei shouted at the end.
He is the most baffling and aggrieved one!
He just wanted to die a worthy death, and then Mr. Yan showed up and didn't know what he wanted to do. Of course he had to ask.
"Then are you happy now?" He Xie sneered, "Come on, tell me your last words. How do you feel about dying before you leave the army?"
Zhang Ziwei closed his mouth again.
Snapped.
He Xie put down his gun and pointed to the opposite side: "Sit down."
After waiting for a while, He Xie squinted and sneered: "Don't you dare? Where's the courage to draw a gun at me?"
Zhang Ziwei then calmly sat down opposite He Xie.
"I don't care what tricks you want to play," he said to He Xie, "I don't want to play with you! Either kill me or let me go!"
He Xie looked at him strangely and said, "Have you ever considered the possibility that Mr. Yan also wants to kill the Eight-faced Buddha, so he is using you to cooperate with you?"
"I have thought about it." Zhang Ziwei said solemnly, "I have thought about it since he didn't stop me from killing Sander."
Sander is the eldest son of the Eight-faced Buddha.
"But the greater possibility is that Mr. Yan just wants to take back the rights that originally belonged to him." Zhang Ziwei looked at He Xie, "They are brothers, brothers. If you say he wants to kill me, do I believe it?"
"We have different purposes, so there's no need to talk!" he said.
"Aren't you afraid that if you don't cooperate, Mr. Yan will simply inform the Eight-faced Buddha?" He Xie asked again.
"Will he?" Zhang Ziwei sneered, "He wants me and the Eight-faced Buddha to fight to the death on Hong Kong Island. This will not affect the stability of the Golden Triangle and allow him to take over the power. Why would he tell the truth?"
"But I'm afraid that he will ruin my business at the last moment!" Zhang Ziwei stared into He Xie's eyes, "Do you dare to say that you were not sent by him to save the Eight-faced Buddha's life at the end?"
"You've thought it through quite well..." He Xie laughed. The information was unequal, and he judged others by his own judgment. In addition, he was stubborn and too vigilant. Zhang Ziwei couldn't say that he was wrong when he thought so, but this kind of person is often easy to misunderstand.
Simple things become complicated.
It's like when you go to do something, and you obviously have an acquaintance, you can make a call to help him get it done in a few minutes, but you would rather run around and work for three or five days to get it done than make that call. And after you finish the thing, you still have to do it.
I feel that doing this makes me feel at ease.
In fact, when you make a phone call, you are not necessarily going through the back door. It just saves you from making unnecessary mistakes and simplifies the procedure...
Zhang Ziwei is this kind of person.
He Xie thought for a while and said: "In this case, if I help you kill the Eight-faced Buddha and his family, does that count as sincerity enough?"
Zhang Ziwei was suddenly stunned and confused.
"You..." He looked at He Xie, "Mr. Yan really wants to kill his brother and his family?"
"I want to kill him." He Xie said with a smile.
"You're not Mr. Yan's?" Zhang Ziwei was even more surprised.
"Have I ever said this?" He Xie asked back.
Zhang Ziwei was stunned for a long time and said: "Then who are you?"
"My surname is He Xie," He Xie said with a smile, "You can call me, Mr. He."
The muscles on Zhang Ziwei's face twitched slightly, and he couldn't hold back his words.
"Why did you kill the Eight-faced Buddha?" he asked.
"Does it have to be a reason?" He Xie asked.
Zhang Ziwei looked at him silently.
"His hairstyle is too ugly, just like Einstein." He Xie thought for a while, "What's the reason?"
Zhang Ziwei was stunned for a long time, and suddenly he couldn't help laughing.
He laughed so hard that he burst into tears.
"Master He! You are really Master He!" He gave a thumbs up and said out of breath while wiping his tears, "This is a perfect reason! I have been unhappy with his hairstyle for a long time!"