"Of course" after receiving the good news from his mother, Zhang Ziwei was now in a good mood and said with a smile, "I have not spent these five years in vain. Learning Morse code is not that difficult."
"Okay, I'll wait for your news tonight." William took out a belt buckle from his pocket. "This is a locator. In case you encounter a situation where you can't bring your phone, you can press the button inside to give it to me."
Send signal".
William revealed the button behind the belt head, "But this thing was made by me before. It can only send signals, cannot make calls, and cannot transmit text. You can only press it unless your life is in danger or to confirm the Eight-faced Buddha."
"Halo, you are so rich, can't you give me something better?" Zhang Ziwei took the belt buckle from William's hand and replaced himself directly.
"It is said that this thing is made casually. I have never had any need for this before. The only advantage is that its signal is a special signal that cannot be scanned by current anti-eavesdropping equipment, so the risk of exposure is very small."
"That's pretty much it. You go first." Zhang Ziwei looked at his watch and said, "Those great monks are almost here."
"Well, be careful."
After saying goodbye to each other, William walked out of the coffee shop and heard Sunday say, "Sir, the signal is very clear."
"Well", what he just said to Zhang Ziwei was not complete. The belt buckle also has eavesdropping and discharge functions. William, who is used to guarding others, does not seem to trust Zhang Ziwei so much.
Having been with the book dealer every day for 5 years, who knows if Zhang Ziwei has other ideas. If he dares to betray him, William promises that he will be shocked immediately.
At 10 o'clock in the evening, following the instructions of the tracker on the eldest son of the Eight-faced Buddha, William and Barney drove to this secluded beach early and parked the car in the woods.
In the car, William put his legs in front of the windshield and closed his eyes to sleep. "Boss, someone is coming." Barney, who was sitting in front of the monitor, reminded, "Three cars are coming."
"On Sunday, let a Black Frontier fly under the chassis of the incoming car and let me hear what they say."
"Okay, sir".
Soon, in addition to the sound of the car engine, William and Barney heard in their headphones the sound of Sunday's translation and the images of the three sons and daughters of the Eight-faced Buddha, Zhang Ziwei and others.
The three cars parked, and a voice that sounded like an old man's voice came out of the car, "Have you been arrested?"
"No one was caught, but we killed Duan Kun," Zhang Ziwei replied, "When we arrived, Duan Kun was being rounded up by the police. I had no choice but to order him to be killed first."
"Yes, father, the situation was indeed very dangerous at that time. We couldn't capture Duan Kun alive." The second son of the Eight-faced Buddha smiled at Zhang Ziwei and continued, "Zhang did a good job this time.
The two brothers showed no mercy, and one of them was even shot by him."
"No mercy, haha, I think he didn't want to kill his brother at all, everything he did was just acting." As soon as the Eight-faced Buddha's voice fell, a bodyguard who accompanied him threw a few large photos on the ground.
It turns out that the Eight-faced Buddha secretly found someone to follow Zhang Ziwei. The photo on the ground was the whole process of Zhang Ziwei shooting Ma Haotian and letting Ma Haotian go. "Can't do it? Don't forget how he treated you in the first place."
"So what if I didn't kill that bastard Ma Haotian, can I still be a good person?" Zhang Ziwei shouted, "What other way out do I have now besides following you?"
"Yes, haha, you are right. If you want to survive, you have no other way out, but what if you don't want to live anymore?"
"Click, click", the sound of several bullets being fired came from all around, and Zhang Ziwei was immediately pointed at a gun by the men of the Eight-faced Buddha, "Do you know why you come to the casino?"
"That's because the master told me that Basong was killed by one of his own people. Who else here besides you would kill Basong?"
"I didn't do it. Listen clearly, I didn't do it." Zhang Ziwei was possessed by the actor at this moment. "Don't tell me that I didn't know that the person who pledged the goods was Basong. How could I know the specific time based on my relationship with him?"
The Eight-faced Buddha said angrily, "No, you know, I will make you die today and bring the people here."
Soon, a blond middle-aged man with his hands tied was dragged out of the third car by the bodyguard and came to the car of the Eight-faced Buddha. The bodyguard kicked the blond middle-aged man in the leg, "Plop!"
, the middle-aged man immediately fell to his knees.
With a cry of pain, the middle-aged man shouted, "Wei, you can't kill me. I am a US secret service agent and we have a cooperative relationship."
"Cooperation?" The Eight-faced Buddha sitting in the car laughed loudly, "Rather than cooperation, it's better to say that you are leeches lying on my body sucking blood. If this is the only way, I can still turn a blind eye.
Eye,
The 200 million U.S. dollars every year will be used as protection fees for you, but you should never tell this ungrateful white-eyed wolf about Basong."
"Zhizhi", the sound of the car door rang. The ferocious-looking Eight-faced Buddha stepped out of the car, waved the crutch in his hand and hit the blond man's head. With a "bang", the blond man's head was immediately bleeding.
The flow fell backwards.
"You bastard, you have sucked my blood for more than ten years. Not only are you ungrateful, but now you want to replace it. Do you know why I have to come here instead of transporting Basong's body back to Thailand?"
The Eight-faced Buddha walked up to the blond man bitterly, stepped on his head, stepped on him hard several times, and laughed heartily, "That's because I spent 200 million US dollars to bribe your boss, you
I've known the plan for a long time. I just came here to take advantage of it.
I've set up an ambush and waited for the opponents who colluded with you to fall into the trap. As long as I kill their men, these people will be like tigers without claws. They can only live as fat sheep. After tonight, the entire Southeast Asian flour market will be mine.
of".
Jing, as soon as the Eight-faced Buddha finished speaking, the entire scene fell into silence. This old fox is indeed the longest-lived and most ruthless Dadu Xiao. He even gave up his son's life in order to unify the market.
After hearing this ending, William couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Compared with the Eight-faced Buddha, he is a good person, and such a person cannot be allowed to live for one more second. When he received a reply from Zhang Ziwei on Sunday, it was confirmed that the person who got off the car was the Eight-faced Buddha.
Facing the Buddha, William immediately ordered Sunday, "release the triangular drone."
"Understood, sir".
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" The noise of the improved triangular drone flying was obviously much smaller than when it was in New York a few days ago.
Ten seconds later, all 28 triangular drones ejected into the air.
The Eight-faced Buddha, who killed the blond American secret agent with one shot, was about to kill Zhang Ziwei as well when he suddenly heard a buzzing sound.
One of the Eight-faced Buddha's men pointed to the sky and shouted, "What is that?"
Following this man's guidance, everyone at the scene looked to the sky. Only Zhang Ziwei, who felt that his phone was vibrating very regularly, quickly understood that it was Morse code, which meant just one word, "Run". Taking advantage of the distraction of the people around him, Zhang Ziwei fiercely
After rushing towards the stone on the side,
Before the Eight-faced Buddha and his men could point their guns at Zhang Ziwei, twenty-eight triangular drones swooped down, followed by two or three explosions.