Seeing that the Hummer stopped at the gate of the farm, Liu Zhi was about to rush out, but Lin Yan dragged him back.
"Sister Hong..." He lowered his voice in doubt.
Lin Yan leaned back on the soil slope, held a cigarette in his hand, and lightly flicked the ash.
"Don't worry, no one will remember the icing on the cake. The friendship is deep when you give charcoal in the snow. If you go out at this time, you will only be regarded as a spy."
Liu Zhi still had some doubts: "What if what Chen Fang said is false?"
She lightly puffed out the smoke ring: "Then let's watch it as a show."
While the two were talking, Kuba had already jumped out of the car. When the gatekeeper saw him, he immediately put his gun on his back, and respectfully opened the wooden fence.
"Second Master, please."
Kubafu got on the first Hummer again, and slowly drove past the door. Song Yuhang lowered his head and carried away the wooden fence with the others. He glanced casually, and the dark glass reflected half of the old man covered with scars. His face looked terrifying in the darkness of night.
Is this the big drug lord who runs across the three countries of China, Myanmar and Thailand, is known for his cunning and cunning, and has made countless people fearful
Song Yuhang was startled. Facing the departing Hummer, he raised his hand and brushed the button of his clothes unintentionally, and recorded his license plate number.
After letting the people in, she picked up the AK and followed the patrol while others were not paying attention.
Fortunately, the gangsters were all wearing similar desert camouflage. The black face scarves were covered up to the nose, only the eyes were exposed. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to tell that she had already changed the crown prince.
These people practice militarized management, and there are shifts and shifts. They perform their duties. Many of them have broad shoulders, strong bodies, flat noses, and a fierce aura on their bodies.
Not far away, a few shirtless teenagers sitting in front of a one-story house gathered together to play dice. It seemed that they were only fourteen or fifteen years old, or even younger.
Many of them had weird tattoos on their bodies and faces, their feet were on the tables and chairs, and there was beer in their hands, and there was that kind of drink, with US dollars under the drink.
I don't know who lost the bet again, the banknotes were swept away, the loser yelled curses, mixed with a language she couldn't understand, and the rest jumped up and kicked him to the ground, kicking him hard s face.
The patrol captain yelled loudly in Burmese, and the children backed away, still cursing and spitting on the ground.
The thick phlegm landed at Song Yuhang's feet. She clenched the gun tightly in her hand, almost wanting to kill all these people suddenly. However, she knew that the most important task of this trip was not to kill people, nor to save these strays. Misguided children.
Instead, I brought back everything I saw and heard today, and the images I captured without saying a word.
In the future, these will become the evidence presented in court for a decisive battle of life and death.
Song Yuhang let out a breath of turbid air quietly, calmed down, and continued to walk forward.
Walking around the entire camp, she almost knew it in her heart, but she was also secretly frightened.
There were about fifty people in the entire camp, and a sniper who occupied the high platform, not counting the people brought by the top man, more than half of them were young and middle-aged, a dozen or so child soldiers.
Such a large scale of armed forces is hidden in the deep mountains and dense forests on the land of Jiangcheng City. Who gave them the authority
The person who can make Kuba and Dingye come here in person must be extraordinary. As the night wore on, the security in the camp became more and more strict, and there was a tense atmosphere of an imminent battle.
Song Yuhang knew that with every minute and second she lingered, the possibility of her getting out safely from here became less and less, but looking at everything in front of her, the orderly criminal gangs, the boxes of new drugs, and the big A drug lord and a mysterious buyer, her sense of mission made her hesitate.
I don't know if there will be such an opportunity next time, and I don't know if someone will risk their lives to break in again.
Whether their crimes will be revealed to the world depends on how much she can get tonight.
Song Yuhang gritted his teeth and babbled to the gangsters in front of him in the Burmese language he had just learned, to the effect that he was going to the bathroom, and then left the team.
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"Master."
The warehouse door opened, and a beam of light came in. Boss Long, who was sitting on the gasoline barrel to rest his breath, also stood up.
Surrounded by his entourage, the old man leaned on a cane and walked in slowly. He is over sixty years old, has no hair, wears a pair of sunglasses, is not tall, even a little short, but no one dares to look down on him.
Boss Long saw the scars all over his bald head, like a centipede, his heart trembled, his hands began to tremble, and he swallowed hard to find his voice.
"This is a check for a deposit of 50 million. I want to inspect the goods."
The few people who followed him surrounded Boss Long in the middle, and the gun had already been lowered. At this moment, the people he brought were all bluffing with their fists and staring at him.
Kuba supported the man and sat down on the other side. The tiger guarded the door with a gun, and another follower brought in a birdcage from outside and put it by his hand.
Song Yuhang gently lifted the tiles on the roof.
Ding Ye picked up rations from his palm and fed them to his beloved pets, even with a smile on his face.
"Everyone put down their guns, this is our distinguished guest, come here, give Boss Long a taste."
The disarmed guns were thrown back in front of them one after another. Boss Long's followers looked at him dubiously, then at the boss, and picked it up after getting approval.
While waiting for the goods to be delivered, Dingye has been feeding the parrot.
"Boss Long's business is booming in Singapore. Why do you think of coming to the mainland? The business here is not so good."
Seeing him relax, Boss Long sat down.
"Hey, the economy is in a downturn everywhere, and wealth and wealth are in danger."
The two parties had already investigated each other before coming here, just as Boss Long knew that Ding Ye was a murderous drug lord, and Ding Ye also knew that he was a Singaporean Chinese, the legal representative of the largest local private enterprise.
If Ding Ye sells this batch of goods to him, he will be able to sell them at double the price if he resells them. This is a win-win and profitable business.
These are the news that the two sides already knew each other before they came.
Master Ding was not surprised when he saw that his answers were fluent, so he took a straw to stir the water in the birdcage food box, and invited his beloved pet to drink.
"I did a business with your father many years ago." Ding Ye snorted coldly, seeing that the parrot didn't drink water, he threw the straw into the cage in a fit of anger.
"I lost 20 million yuan, is he okay now?"
Boss Long opened the box next to him, and there was a whole pile of neatly stacked US dollars.
"To tell you the truth, my father passed away ten years ago. I also heard about that incident. It was done by some unsatisfactory brothers in the family. Man, I have already dealt with it."
"This money, I will make amends to the Supreme Master."
Ten years ago, there was no business at all, and this was deceiving him, but if he pointed out the mistake of the master in public, I am afraid that he would not be able to leave here alive today.
There was a smile on the old man's lips, and he wiped his hands with the handkerchief Kuba handed over.
"Let's inspect the goods."
Several cardboard boxes were brought in one after another.
Song Yuhang narrowed his eyes slightly, watching Dingye's subordinates open the first one, Boss Long sneered, a little disdainful.
"What the hell is this? Coke? Stop messing around, I'm not a supermarket vendor..."
As soon as the words were finished, a ten-year-old child walked in. Under Kuba's instruction, he picked up a bottle of drink, unscrewed the cap, and drank with his head raised.
After a long while, with a touch of the corner of his lips, his face flushed, he panted heavily, and pulled his clothes a little hotly.
Kuba raised his hand, and the two tall and burly men rushed forward with their fists waving. They punched hard in the chest, and the ribcage collapsed visibly to the naked eye.
The child staggered back a few steps, but didn't fall down. Blood froth overflowed from the corner of his lips. He smashed the strong man's wrist and slammed it into his stomach. , the child bullied him, his eyes were red, he roared viciously, and bit his throat with his teeth, the strength was jaw-dropping.
Another minion picked up a steel bar as thick as a thumb from the ground, and smashed it towards his head. The child didn't hide, and his movements froze for a moment. The blood from his hair splashed drop by drop along the steel bar to the ground.
Boss Long opened his eyes wide and looked at everything in front of him. Just when he thought the child was going to die, he stood up again with blood on his face. He turned around and screamed, stumbled towards the strong man.
It seems that there is endless energy, and there is no pain at all.
Boss Long was startled. Seeing the child overwhelm the strong man, he jumped at his feet, so close to him. His white teeth were stained with bright red blood. He shrank back and rolled off the oil drum.
A gunshot pierced the sky.
Kuba blew the gunpowder smoke: "Take it away."
The child who was limp on the ground and the two strong men covered in bruises were carried out, and the blood on the ground was quickly wiped away, as if it was just a nightmare.
Waking up without a trace.
Boss Long swallowed his saliva and was helped up from the ground. The old man laughed loudly, with a trace of madness and complacency in his smile.
"Did you see it? This is Drunken Dream No. 1, which can make people extremely excited, crazy, tireless, always maintain strong energy and aggressiveness, and even..."
He said meaningfully: "The ability in that area has also improved, and it is no longer suitable for those rich big bosses."
Song Yuhang's chest was heaving up and down, because his emotions were surging, and his fingernails unconsciously dug the dust on the tiles.
She clenched her teeth tightly, almost unable to restrain her urge to rush in and kill them, until she tasted a trace of blood on the tip of her tongue.
Her Adam's apple rolled up and down, and she closed her eyes to suppress the uncontrollable restlessness.
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five minutes ago.
In the grass outside the farm, a group of people came over silently.
The calm and methodical voice of the commander came from the radio channel: "Surround the entire factory area, and when the gunshots sound, rush in and capture the top man alive."
"Yes, one group is in place."
"The second group is in place."
"Three groups are in place."
"Four groups are in place."
"The commanding heights have been taken."
A black figure on the high tower climbed up the sniper silently, avoiding the blind spot of the sniper's vision, and patted him on the shoulder. Handcuffed to the railing.
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Boss Long swallowed twice, first he looked at what happened in front of him with fear in his eyes, then swallowed again after he finished speaking, his face was full of excitement, as if he saw a pile of banknotes In front of my eyes, I almost couldn't wait.
"This is 50 million, take it away, when will you give me the follow-up goods?"
An attendant took the suitcase, and Kuba opened it for the top master. Sure enough, the check was a check, and the cash was cash, and a unique smell of banknotes came over his face.
Satisfied, Master Ding picked up a stack, dipped his fingers in a little saliva, counted the money, and threw a stack of US dollars into the box.
Kuba closed the suitcase and stood beside him.
"Boss Long is very honest, and we are the same. The remaining goods will be delivered in seven days..."
Before he finished speaking, footsteps sounded outside the warehouse.
Song Yuhang's pupils shrank, and he saw someone running over and whispered something in Tiger's ear.
The tiger took off the AK on his back, loaded the bullet, and kicked open the door of the warehouse.
not good! Might have been discovered!
Song Yuhang's mind rang an alarm, he got up from the roof and ran down.
Hearing the sound of tiles shattering from the roof, Kuba reacted quickly, picked up the submachine gun of his companion next to him and fired at the ceiling.
Song Yuhang lifted his foot and jumped, the place where he was standing just now was pierced by bullets, causing tiles to fly.
Before she could recover, the old and decayed beams were overwhelmed and made a "creaking" sound, and finally fell apart under the baptism of another wave of bullets.
She only had time to grab a piece of tile before she fell down in disgrace. During the weightless fall, someone pointed a gun at her. Song Yuhang picked up the AK he had picked up from behind with one hand and opened it in the dusty sky. With a blink of an eye, he used his waist and abdomen as support, and quickly pulled the trigger, which was a series of strafing shots.
Kuba helped Top Master up, dodged to the side, and rolled to the ground protecting his head with his hands.
A few young men were shot and fell to the ground. Song Yuhang fell into the pile of oil drums and was so focused on shooting that she didn't have time to take any protective action.
Several empty oil drums rolled down, Song Yuhang dodged aside, the bullet hit the oil drums, and sparks flew everywhere.
She got up and ran desperately towards the exit.
The peripheral police officers who didn't know who fired the first shot looked at each other in blank dismay. The sound of the gunshots was a signal, and someone had already rushed out.
The culprit behind the wooden fence turned around and raised his hand at the pounced SWAT policeman, throwing bullets, blood splashed on the grass, the special policeman fell to the ground, the gun in his hand fell to the ground, and the corners of his lips overflowed with blood foam, dying with regret .
The gunshot seemed to turn on a switch, and more gangsters jumped out from the bungalow, the roof, and behind the sandbags, and everything was messed up.
Lin Yan jumped up from the grass nest, looked at the watch, the time has not yet come, what is going on
Hearing the sound of gunfire not far away, bright and dark flames intertwined together, she gritted her teeth and waved her hand.
"superior!"
A little further away, there are several police command vehicles parked on a slightly gentler place on the opposite hillside.
Feng Jianguo took the binoculars from others and observed the battle situation.
A few special police escorted the heavily tied people over quickly.
"Feng Ju, we found him in the woods behind the farm and he was beaten unconscious."
The tied person hummed, and kept nodding his head, motioning for him to let him go.
When Feng Jianguo saw his face, cold sweat broke out all over his body.
If he appeared here, who was the insider in the farm? !
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"Kill her!" Someone yelled in multiple languages, and then Song Yuhang was stopped by a few minions, and he shot without saying a word.
Song Yuhang rolled sideways on the ground, and the bullet hit the concrete floor, almost walking close to his body.
She hid behind the oil drum, panting heavily, thinking about how to get out, when she touched the oil drum with a layer of greasy grease with her fingers, it was not completely empty, she thought about it.
Another group of men and horses surrounded them, and Song Yuhang picked up his gun and fought fiercely. He was alone among the vicious gangsters. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Kuba helping the top master and was about to escape. He didn't know where the blood came from. With a loud roar, he stood up and shot with his gun.
"Don't go, save your life!"
Kuba pushed Ding Ye to the tiger: "Take Ding Ye first!"
After that, when he turned around, the muzzle of the gun spewed out flames, and a shuttle of bullets shot at her.
Song Yuhang shuttled through the rain of guns and bullets, and she didn't know where the paint was hanging on her body. The dyed camouflage uniform was completely wet, but she couldn't feel the pain at all, so she jumped again and hid behind the oil drum. The bullets that followed The oil barrel was pierced, and crude oil gurgled out and flowed on the ground.
The sound of footsteps came towards her. Song Yuhang sat with his back against the oil drum, threw the empty gun on the ground, took out a photo from his coat pocket, and gently stroked it with his bloody hand. There was a smile on her face and lips.
She put the photo close to her heart again, took out a lighter from her trouser pocket with one hand, pressed it on with a snap, and counted silently in her heart: 1, 2, 3...
Kuba ran towards her hiding place with a gun in hand, stepping on slippery liquid under his feet, and the whole warehouse was filled with a pungent smell of crude oil.
He suddenly felt something was wrong, stopped in his tracks, and called out to his companions: "Fuck, come back!"
That's too late.
Song Yuhang muttered silently, then raised his hand and slammed the lighter out, the pupils of the fire spread out, and the golden color dyed her eyebrows and eyes.
At the moment when he was overturned by the huge waves generated by the explosion, what Song Yuhang thought was: just let her go like this.
However, this kind of thought is only for a moment, even though she really wants to see her fiancée in this way.
But she couldn't die yet, the evidence hadn't been sent out, and she had to die after handing over the evidence to the police.
She has to let the world know all about this crime, as well as the deal that happened seven days later, a deal that was brewing with conspiracy, power, money, and desire...
Lin Yan and Chunan haven't been wronged yet, she still... can't die.
Everything is far from over.
Song Yuhang exerted the last bit of strength in his body, turned over and hid in an empty iron bucket when the flames hit, and let the sea of flames engulf everything.
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"Master, are you alright?!" By the time Lin Yan arrived with his men, the battle had already come to an end.
There were corpses all over the ground, most of them were wearing desert camouflage, the casualties were heavy, and the police had temporarily retreated.
Liu Zhi pulled Tiger and Dingye out from the dead.
The tiger spat out the sand in his mouth, got up and pointed a gun at his head, cursing loudly.
"Fuck you, how did you come here so fast?!"
"If we don't come, brother Hu, who has galloped across Southeast Asia and fought all over the world, will perish here tonight."
Lin Yan came from the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood. She wore a tight black leather jacket to wrap her exquisite figure, and her shoulder-length black hair was tied into a neat ponytail. Her whole person had a harsh and dangerous beauty.
She was holding a small pistol in her hand, the bullet was loaded, and she aimed at him and pulled the trigger, but the one who died was a little policeman next to him who wanted to get up and do harm to the master.
The fire was extinguished, and Song Yuhang escaped unharmed. He crawled to the warehouse door in a daze, and heard a gunshot in a daze.
She hurriedly looked up, but saw that the familiar person lightly pulled the trigger on her former companion in cold blood and ruthlessly, and the corpse was kicked into the grass like a scrap of paper.
"Don't..." Tears rolled down the corners of her eyes, her fingers pinched the dirt on the ground in vain, and her weak cries were lost in the sound of the gunfire.
Lin Yan heard the movement and turned around: "There are still people alive."
After that, he walked over and pulled her hair to meet her face, and was shocked suddenly, his face turned pale.
How could it be her.
Song Yuhang's whole body was disheveled and bloody, because when the explosion happened, he got into the iron barrel and narrowly escaped the catastrophe, but his hands and feet were also torn apart by the instant high temperature in the warehouse, bloody and inhuman. up.
Even in a state of embarrassment, those eyes were still bright, shining with tears in them.
How much she liked her eyes in the past, warm as amber, calm as the ocean, with a warm current hidden under the iceberg, always calm, always full of love and vitality.
But now there is only dead silence and deep-seated hatred.
Lin Yan's hand holding her hair began to tremble.
Song Yuhang gritted his teeth, wishing to eat her flesh and drink her blood raw, but it was hard to get rid of the hatred in his heart.
"You... you killed him... I... I killed you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he was hit on the temple by the butt of a gun. Song Yuhang was beaten so much that he turned his head away, his eardrums buzzed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The bullet in Tiger's hand was loaded, aimed at her head, and gritted his teeth bitterly: "It's her who broke in suddenly and killed more than 20 of our masters alone, even the second master..."
Couldn't get out.
Song Yuhang slowly closed his eyes.
Lin Yanyi grasped the muzzle of his gun: "Wait."
Song Yuhang looked up at her in astonishment, his lips moved up and down, but she smiled coldly again.
Like a poisonous snake, her hand touched her cheek, stroked it back and forth, and finally pinched her chin lightly, forcing her to look up at herself and smile sweetly.
"Her name is Song Yuhang, the former captain of the Jiangcheng Criminal Investigation Detachment. She is very capable. It is not surprising that you killed more than 20 of you. Even if you die here, the cop will come back to find the body. Once today's incident is exposed, I am afraid..."
Lin Yan's cold gaze fell to the tiny camera on the button of her collar.
Today, whether it is him, Kuba, or the top man, they all showed their faces. Once the video is spread, their wanted photos will be spread all over the world. .
The tiger figured out the joints, and his back was drenched in cold sweat: "You mean she has something on her body?"
Lin Yan nodded, and slapped her face with a gun.
"That's right, if you want to die, you have to ask where the things are before you die."