A truck without a license plate was parked on the street. Zhang Azheng was staring at the intersection with a cigarette in his mouth.
As soon as the car door rang, a tall man in Tsing Yi with a slender face got into the car.
"Wu Sibao, what are you doing here?" Zhang Azheng asked.
The man in Tsing Yi, Wu Sibao, looked around and did not answer directly. Instead, he asked: "Has the patrol passed?"
"Just passed by."
"Tsk tsk, Mr. Zhang has a clever calculation and his time calculation is spot on."
Wu Sibao took out a Colt pistol, unloaded the magazine and checked it, and said: "Isn't this right? I'm new here, so I have to give out some greeting gifts. I asked for this job. If you don't do it right, I'll
Go ahead and make sure that the man named Wan goes to see the Lord of Hell."
Zhang Azheng snorted coldly: "What's the matter, are you ready to present your certificate of surrender?"
Wu Sibao laughed: "That's right."
"Totally redundant!"
"I heard that you failed twice in a row and failed to do anything. Mr. Zhang, this is also your last chance. I'm here to help you. You still say such things?"
"Just wait and see, I have to knock Wan Xiangsheng flat!"
"hey-hey."
"What are you laughing at?"
"Be happy. If you succeed, I won't have to do anything."
Zhang Azheng remained silent.
Just like Wu Sibao said, there are only three things to do.
If I miss it again this time, I'm afraid I won't be able to get along with Zhang Xiaolin.
Wu Sibao lit a cigarette and took two puffs, stretched his neck and looked towards the intersection, murmuring: "Why haven't you come yet? Could it be a mistake..."
Zhang Azheng said with a straight face: "There is absolutely no mistake! I have been keeping an eye on Wan Xiangsheng. I know exactly where he has been and who he has met!"
"Don't get excited, as long as you're not mistaken..."
"coming!"
As he spoke, Zhang Azheng put on a mask.
A black car drove over from a distance. It was Wan Xiangsheng's car.
Wu Sibao also put on a mask, took out the Colt from his waist again, turned on the safety of the pistol, and loaded the bullet with a click.
Zhang Azheng stepped on the accelerator, and the truck rushed past at lightning speed.
Wan Xiangsheng's car was about to arrive at the intersection.
Seeing the truck rushing towards him like crazy, Wan Xiangsheng's eyes widened in horror.
This kind of long-planned murder is almost inevitable.
…
Twenty minutes ago.
A prison van drove out of the Hongkou patrol room.
Detective Russell's Ford sedan followed closely behind. He temporarily replaced Xu Siqi and escorted a group of serious criminals to Tilanqiao Prison.
The prisoners are all criminals with heinous crimes, and it is impossible for anyone to take risks to rescue them.
Moreover, if you want to hijack a prison van in the concession, it is only possible to use the army.
This escort mission was extremely easy for Russell.
When we reached the intersection, red lights came on on both sides.
In the cab of the prison car, the American inspector leading the team yawned lazily and said: "I'm pretty lucky today, the light is green all the way..."
His yawn was only half-full.
"Boom!"
The prison car was directly knocked over by the truck and heavily pressed on Wan Xiangsheng's car on the other side.
The prison car blocked the disaster for Wan Xiangsheng. Zhang Azheng slapped the steering wheel in frustration and hurriedly reversed to prepare for retreat.
Wu Sibao suddenly said: "Wait a moment."
"What are you waiting for? Didn't you see the prison car hit? If we don't run away, we will be caught too!" Zhang Azheng said anxiously.
"Give me a minute!"
"Why……"
Before Zhang Azheng could finish his words, Wu Sibao opened the car door and jumped out, holding a pistol and quickly walking around the front of the prison car.
With the help of his bodyguard, Wan Xiangsheng dragged his fat body and got out of the car through the other door with difficulty. He only suffered minor scratches and was not seriously injured.
Seeing the murderous Wu Sibao, the bodyguard reached for his gun.
"boom!"
Wu Sibao raised his hand and fired a shot.
The bodyguard was shot in the heart and fell straight onto the road.
The .45-caliber Colt's bullets caused huge wounds. Even if no vital parts were injured, the injured would die from excessive blood loss.
Another bodyguard hurriedly raised his gun and fired back.
Almost at the same time, Wu Sibao also fired.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Both sides fired at each other, each firing a shot.
There was a brief silence, and time seemed to have stopped.
Wan Xiangsheng huddled in the car door and peeked out secretly. The hot barrel of the gun was immediately pressed against his head.
"Boss Wan, Mr. Zhang says hello to you!"
Wu Sibao pulled the trigger.
"boom!"
With a deafening gunshot, Wan Xiangsheng's body fell beside the car door.
Wu Sibao ran back to the truck, raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, smiled at Zhang Azheng and said: "No more, no less, exactly one minute."
"You rock!"
Zhang Azheng stepped on the accelerator, and the truck drove the prisoner van toward the west.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
…
The prison truck rolled over on its side on the road. The patrolmen who finally climbed out held up their Lee-Enfield rifles and shot at the truck as it went away.
Hearing the gunshots gradually subside, Russell came over with a pistol in hand.
The American patrolman was sitting on the ground. He seemed to be seriously injured, but in fact it was just a superficial injury. When the truck hit him, his head hit the car door.
"For God's sake, can anyone tell me what happened?" Russell was furious.
The American inspector stood up, wiped the blood on his face, and said, "I personally think this was an accident and the gunman did not come for us..."
"Who died?"
"Wan Xiangsheng, Director Hua of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau."
The assassination of a director of the Ministry of Industry and Industry Bureau is not a trivial matter.
Russell knew Wan Xiangsheng, so he hurriedly came to the body, carefully identified it for a while, and then ordered: "Quick, quick, quick, notify Chief Inspector Stewart immediately! In addition, notify the patrol officers everywhere to intercept a... truck
What’s the license plate number?”
"Report to the detective that the truck does not have a license plate."
"Inform all patrols and intercept a truck without a license plate. The murderer has a gun..."
When patrol officers are on duty, they can use vehicle-mounted radios to communicate with each other. As long as the radio stations are in the same frequency band, they can receive shortwave calls.
"Inspector Russell, no good, the prisoner escaped!" A patrolman ran over in a panic.
Without saying a word, Russell quickly turned to the door of the prison van.
The car was deformed by the impact, and the car door cracked a gap. If you were a thin person, you could get out sideways.
A total of six prisoners were escorted today, and now only five are left in the prison car.
"Who escaped?" Russell asked.
The patrolman said: "The death row prisoner Ma Biao."
"Didn't anyone see him escape?"
"Report to the detective, there was a lot of chaos just now, and we were trapped in the car, so..."
Ma Biao was a death row prisoner awaiting execution, so of course he would not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.