Will things end tomorrow
What could be going on? A cold light flashed across Zhang Feng's eyes. What Lao Zhuang said might be that poison from abroad is about to enter the port!
This news is really important.
Now Paozi's people are waiting for the poison to enter the port and pass through customs before snatching it halfway during transportation.
The police are waiting for both parties to mobilize to close the net and wipe out the drug trafficking groups entrenched in the Northeast and Yangcheng!
After sitting in the car and returning to his residence, Zhang Feng entered the second bedroom after chatting with Lao Zhuang.
He took out his cell phone and edited a text message: "The goods will arrive at customs tomorrow."
Sent to Paozi and Yuan Lang respectively.
There are many self-built houses in the urban villages, and the people living here are even more mixed.
The narrow, windowless room smelled of mold, and the dim light bulb was on.
Paozi sat on the bed, looking down at the text message he had just received on his phone, with a sneer on his lips.
After staying in this damn place for so many days, things finally became clear.
"Refresh yourself, check your weapons, and get ready to work tomorrow!" he yelled loudly.
The men who collapsed on the bunk beds all got up.
"What's going on, Brother Pao."
"It's finally time to do some damn work. I've been so suffocated here these past few days that I'm almost going moldy!"
Hundreds of millions of dollars were involved in this matter. Paozi was a little irritated and cursed: "Shut up for me. If someone goes wrong, don't blame me for turning against him and ruthlessly killing his whole family."
The men shut their mouths one after another and did not touch Paozi's bad luck.
Pulling out the snakeskin bag from under the bed, he opened it and found a variety of weapons inside.
Double-barreled guns, home-made shotguns, homemade air guns, pistols, and even two grenades.
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Yangcheng Drug Enforcement Administration.
Yuan Lang received the text message and immediately issued an order. None of the local police were needed. All troops were deployed from other places to prevent the news from being exposed at this critical moment.
"You are responsible for arresting Mr. Huo and rescuing the hostages controlled by Mr. Huo. We will take care of the rest!" The King of Hell said coldly.
Yuan Lang's brows frowned slightly.
, asked: "It seems that I am the commander-in-chief of this operation, and you are sent by the military to assist me in my operation."
The expression on the King of Hell's face did not change at all, and he said: "Whether you think I am overstepping my authority or that I am mainly turning against customers! This time, just do what I say. I believe you will receive a call from above soon."
"You..." Yuan Lang pointed at the King of Hell and was about to speak when the landline phone in the office rang.
"Director, I'm looking for you!" the operator said.
Yuan Lang felt irritable and shouted impatiently: "Don't answer anyone's calls!"
"It's the minister," the operator reminded.
Hearing the call from his immediate boss, Yuan Lang looked at the King of Hell who was still wearing paint on his face. This guy just said that there would be a call from above, and the call from the minister came. It couldn't be such a coincidence, right
Walking over to pick up the phone, I heard the minister's voice: "Yuan Lang, why are you so angry that you don't even answer my call?"
"No, minister." Yuan Lang said.
"The arrest operation is fully directed by the soldiers beside you." The minister said concisely.
The anger on Yuan Lang's face became even more intense. He looked at the King of Hell who was still standing there as motionless as a green pine. The latter's expression did not change at all, as if what happened had nothing to do with him.
"But, Minister, it's not appropriate to act now at the last moment, isn't it?" Yuan Lang continued to fight for it.
"Stop talking, this matter was decided by the higher ups, and I can't do anything about it! Just do it like this!" After saying that, the phone hung up.
Yuan Lang slowly put the phone back and his eyes stayed on the face of the King of Hell, trying to find some clues, but found nothing.
The minister said that it was decided by the people above him. The minister was already the top leader of the Ministry of Public Security. What else could he be above
What are the identities of these soldiers? He was actually able to get orders from someone above the minister.
After exhaling, Yuan Lang knew that he could not change his decision and said: "The command of the arrest operation has been given to you. If anything goes wrong, you will be fully responsible at that time!"
The King of Hell said calmly: "If our action fails, then no one in China will be able to complete this task!"
The words contained an incomparably powerful self-confidence.
letter! But there is nothing arrogant about it!
The reason why they are so confident is because they are the best soldiers of China and represent the pinnacle of Chinese soldiers!
Sitting in the second bedroom, Zhang Feng thought about it and slowly smoked a cigarette until the cigarette burned out. He shouted: "Lao Zhuang, do we have any plans for the past two days?"
"No, just sleep!" Lao Zhuang replied while sitting on the sofa in the living room.
As long as there were no arrangements, Zhang Feng reached out and took out the bug from under the bed and threw it into the water glass.
Walking out of the second bedroom, Zhang Feng said with a sneer on his lips, "Old Zhuang, wouldn't you install a bug under my bed?"
Like an old cat whose tail has been stepped on, Lao Zhuang stood up from the sofa and drew a pistol from his waist.
"snort!"
With a cold snort, Zhang Feng's body shot out, three minutes faster than Baipi, whose skill shocked everyone at the time.
To put it bluntly, if it wasn't for the purpose of hiding his skills, Baipi wouldn't be able to do even three moves under Zhang Feng's hands.
Lao Zhuang's gun had just been pointed at Zhang Feng, but before he could pull the trigger, his finger felt a sharp pain.
"ah-"
With their fingers connected to their hearts, Lao Zhuang screamed in pain. Three of his fingers were cut off at the root. The wounds were smooth and blood spattered out.
Snapped.
Zhang Feng's foot hit Lao Zhuang's knee hard, causing him to lose his balance and fall down.
Zhang Feng held the back of his head and pressed down hard, causing the hard Tianling cover and the glass coffee table to hit each other.
The tempered glass coffee table was broken into pieces the size of soybeans and scattered on the ground, mixed with blood.
Lao Zhuang was lying on the ground unconscious.
He walked over and picked up the pistol that Lao Zhuang had dropped on the ground and inserted it into his lower back. He tied the unconscious Lao Zhuang to a chair and dragged him to the bathroom.
Opening the shower head, the not yet hot water poured on Lao Zhuang's body.
The stimulation of cold water woke Lao Zhuang out of his coma.
"Second brother, what the hell do you mean?" Lao Zhuang asked.
His forehead was cut with bloody gashes by the glass, and his skin and flesh were turned outwards. The blood flowed down his cheeks under the wash of cold water, staining all his clothes in blood red, and dripped on the ground and into the floor drain.