After hanging up the phone, Zhang Ziwei looked at He Xie and said firmly.
"Duan Kun must not be allowed to live to see the Eight-faced Buddha!" he said.
"You are the boss." He Xie said with a smile, "You have the final say."
Zhang Ziwei smiled, pointed at He Xie and said, "Wait for me."
He took the phone and walked aside again.
Five minutes later, Zhang Ziwei said something to the dozen other men who had followed him, and they all left one after another. Then he stood not far away and waved to He Xie, gesturing for him to follow.
"Mian Na and the others went to the hospital to pick up the body. I asked them to help first." Zhang Ziwei saw He Xie approaching and explained, "The two of us go to Duan Kun, is that okay?"
With that said, he handed He Xie a gun.
"Glock 19?" He Xie took it, checked it neatly, and put it on his waist.
"Very neat?" Zhang Ziwei looked into He Xie's eyes with a smile. He Xie's identity has always been a mystery to him along the way.
This person is so mysterious.
However, He Xie gave him a good feeling, at least they were easy to talk to. He didn't say that much to He Xie in five years combined.
"Basic operations." He Xie smiled.
"Che Menina is ready, right in front. We..." Zhang Ziwei said as he turned around and left, but after walking for several steps, he realized that He Xie had not followed.
He showed a puzzled expression.
"Since you are here to kill the Eight-faced Buddha, don't use anything related to him." He Xie said, "You can trust Mian Na. It just so happens that Mian Na also trusts his father."
Zhang Ziwei was startled and immediately frowned.
He ignored this.
He blamed himself a little. After five years of forbearance, he was about to be released, but he actually got a little carried away.
"But it's not easy to take a taxi around here." He smiled at He Xie.
He Xie looked around and pointed at a pickup truck not far away carrying goods.
Zhang Ziwei spread his hands and looked like are you kidding me?
He Xie nodded to him with a smile.
Two minutes later, the pickup truck made a low roar and sped out.
It was He Xie who was driving.
"You know how to steal cars, shoot guns, and are very skilled. You must have been a killer in the past!" Zhang Ziwei was sitting in the passenger seat, still a little overwhelmed.
"I'm really crazy!" He laughed to himself, "I'm a policeman, and I stole a car with you!"
"We're going to kill people later." He Xie said.
"Thank you for reminding me!" Zhang Ziwei rolled his eyes, "I will never return to the police force in this life."
There was a touch of regret in his tone.
"Where to go?" He Xie asked.
"Kwai Chung Pier." Zhang Ziwei said, "I found out that he rented a boat to go to Wanwan tonight. I have dealt with the ferry boss before, and I know he will definitely go..."
Only halfway through his words, Zhang Ziwei stopped talking, turned around and said in surprise: "Do you know the road? Have you been to Hong Kong Island before?"
He suddenly discovered that He Xie suddenly turned left and headed towards Kwai Chung Pier.
"I used to be a policeman," He Xie said with emotion. "The leader of the security department was once a powerful figure on Hong Kong Island."
Zhang Ziwei looked at He Xie blankly for a long time.
"Damn!" he said, "I almost believed you."
He Xie's lips curled up: "You're not stupid?"
"..." Zhang Ziwei endured it for a long time, but couldn't help but rolled his eyes. "Didn't I agree that I belong to the boss in Hong Kong Island? Is there any younger brother who talks to the boss like this?"
At Kwai Chung Pier, two groups of people were confronting each other.
To be precise, it is a confrontation between one person and a group of people.
This man was tall and strong, with dark skin. He was holding a gun against the head of a white-haired young man. Opposite them were a group of young and Dangerous guys with guns.
If Zhang Ziwei were here, he would definitely find acquaintances on both sides.
The white-haired young man is naturally Duan Kun.
And this tall, dark young man is Zhang Ziwei's good brother who grew up with him since he was a child, and he is also the Ma Haotian who has made him resentful for the past five years!
"Throw the gun into the sea!" Ma Haotian shouted with a dark face.
"Let our boss go!"
"Looking for death, old man!"
"You put down your gun and jumped into the street!"
The young and Dangerous boys were shouting.
Ma Haotian's face suddenly turned grim, he raised his hand and hit Duan Kun on the head with the handle of his gun.
one time!
Twice!
The beating caused Duan Kun to bleed.
"Throw it away or not!" Ma Haotian shouted angrily.
"Okay, okay!" Duan Kun screamed in pain and hurriedly raised his hands. He took a breath and shook his head vigorously, "You all threw away your guns. Come on! Do you want me to die?
"
The young and Dangerous boys had no choice but to follow suit.
"Hehehehe..." Duan Kun suddenly laughed and tilted his head, "Who the hell are you? Are you looking for death? Do you know who I am? Duan Kun from Tsim Sha Tsui!"
boom!
Ma Haotian hit him hard on the head and sneered: "Duan Kun, right? I'm a drug dealer! I want you to help me find someone."
"Hiss..." Duan Kun was in pain, but he laughed again, "Crazy! You only have five bullets, how many people do you think I have here?"
"Otherwise," Duan Kun tilted his head, "If you let me go, I will give you 100 million!"
boom!
Ma Haotian scolded him again and sneered: "So few? One hundred million..."
Before he finished speaking, a sudden change occurred!
Duan Kun has always been known for his ruthlessness, how could he be willing to be captured?
He had been looking for opportunities to resist, and Ma Haotian kept beating him, giving him such an opportunity.
Just as Ma Haotian hit his head hard again, Duan Kun suddenly grabbed his gun-holding arm and tried to throw him out with a sack on his back.
It's a pity that Duan Kun overestimated his size and strength.
His movements were almost forward bending, but Ma Haotian's feet were still firmly on the ground.
And he tried his best to suck the milk, but he could only pull Ma Haotian to sway slightly.
"Damn, it's empty!"
Duan Kun cursed secretly and violently broke away from Ma Haotian, rolling around on the spot like a lazy donkey in embarrassment.
Ma Haotian was taken aback, raised his gun and shot, but he only hit a younger brother who rushed over.
The next moment, the young and Dangerous boys immediately submerged him in the crowd.
Behind a container on the other side of the dock, He Xie and Zhang Ziwei watched the scene from a distance.
Zhang Ziwei's expression was very complicated, seeming to be filled with hatred and emotion.
"The police have surrounded this place. We have no chance to kill him." Zhang Ziwei said in a low voice.
"Want to die or live?" He Xie asked.
Zhang Ziwei was stunned: "What?"
"Let me ask you, do you want to capture him alive or shoot him to death?" He Xie said.
"If Duan Kun dies now, I'm afraid that the Eight-faced Buddha will not show up." Zhang Ziwei said, "Forget it, let the police arrest him, and we will find a way."
He Xie's eyes flashed and he looked at him with slight admiration: "Not bad, quite strategic."
Indeed, if Duan Kun dies, or if Duan Kun is alive but in the hands of Zhang Ziwei, the Eight-faced Buddha may not appear.
Only if Duan Kun is in the hands of the police and the Eight-faced Buddha, who will never let his son die in vain, show up.