Was it someone sent by Li Hongsheng? Did they really cross the river and tear down the bridge?

Zhang Xian used a total of three bullets from beginning to end, and there were still four bullets in the magazine at this time, but the sound of gunfire and the flight trajectory of the bullets just now indicated that there were many people coming.

But why shout?

"Listen, we're the police, put down your weapons at once, or we'll shoot. ”

The police

In the whole sentence, what Zhang Xian can understand is the police, the other party changed from Vietnamese to English, the police are coming, there are quite a few people, the exit of the garage must be blocked, Li Hongsheng? Or Peng Shaohua?

"Don't stubbornly resist, lay down your arms and surrender, or we will go on the offensive. ”

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If the police can't leave today, then the smuggling back to South Korea will be automatically nullified, and they will be caught by the police, and they will be shot?

"One last warning to you, if you don't let go of the martial arts ...... again"

"Bang"

Zhang Xian pulled the trigger, he aimed at the hood of the opposite vehicle, four bullets, I don't know if I can set the fuel tank of the vehicle on fire, and then take advantage of the chaos to slip away.

The lock has been opened, less than ten meters away.

It was the distance in front of him, but it was the farthest distance in the world, it was a pale sense of powerlessness, Zhang Xian's plan failed after all four bullets were gone, and the Vietnamese police were no longer waiting and chose to suppress and surround them with firepower.

They were very confident, confident that Zhang Xian had no room to fight back, so they surrounded so resolutely, the speed was so fast, and they didn't even wear body armor.

Someone told the police all about Zhang Xian.

"Hmm~"

After struggling twice, his hands were broken to his back, and the wrists of his hands that were pinched kept rising up, and his strength was lost, and he was finally handcuffed by four people.

Got up, Zhang Xian swept around, the person leading the team was not here, a person in a police uniform was talking not far away, and only that one person was wearing a police uniform among all the policemen dispatched, he was the person leading the team, who was he reporting the current situation to.

"Son of a Dog"

Zhang Xian didn't ask, and he didn't need to ask, and after scolding angrily in his heart, he deliberately shouted: "What am I afraid of, it's useless for you to arrest me." ”

"Now that you are arrested for homicide, you have the right to remain silent, but what you say will be evidence in court, because you are a murderer, so we will deprive you of the right to a lawyer. ”

A string of Vietnamese words, Zhang Xian didn't understand it at all, and probably guessed some of it, but he didn't know what the person who led the team said later, such as Zhang Xian shooting Peng Shaohua and others.

How did these policemen know? Did they just arrive here, and they killed Peng Shaohua by appearing at the hotel?

The police on the left pointed a gun to Zhang Xian's temple, and the police on the right pointed a gun to Zhang Xian's heart, sitting in an awkward position.

The person who led the team in the passenger seat drove away from the hotel, not to the police station in Nha Trang, nor to the police station in Hanoi, without any interrogation work, and without any judicial involvement, Zhang Xian just sat in a vehicle for more than three hours and came to a remote place.

In the middle of the barren open field is a row of bungalow buildings, surrounded by a high wall at least five meters high, with nets at the top of the walls, and four sentry posts at each of the four corners, each of which is connected by a corridor where only two people pass side by side.

There were at least three armed men at each outpost, uniformed and keeping an eye on the inside of the building.

"Prison"

Zhang Xian immediately made a judgment in his heart, the place where he was taken by the police was not a police station but a prison, no matter which country, such a situation was the result of skipping countless judicial procedures, and he had no chance to seek Li Hongsheng's help, let alone meet Li Hongsheng or the lawyer he sent.

All this was done by Li Hongsheng, now, what should he do?

Suddenly, Zhang Xian felt a little confused, a month, that is a very short time, spent in prison? I don't want to have the opportunity to avenge my parents and kill my eldest father in my life, Peng Shaohua's reappearance will inevitably cause an uproar, even if he is in this prison, it is almost impossible to survive at that time.

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Zhang Xian doesn't want to die, and he can't die.

Zhang Xian had never been in prison, and he didn't know what the prison was like or what the situation was inside, he wanted to escape from here, but he didn't move, his eyes glanced twice, and the policemen on the left and right were still staring at him.

Co-pilot seat

The person who took the lead spoke, and looked back at Zhang Xian for a while.

Zhang Xian also spoke, what did he say, because the voice was very soft, so no one heard it, in fact, Zhang Xian didn't say anything, he motioned to the person who took the lead to get closer to him with his eyes, but he didn't know that the person who took the lead raised his hand and waved it.

"Smack".

Zhang Xian's cheeks felt hot, and he was slapped in the face, that guy was not stupid, he knew that he was trying to take the opportunity to do something.

The wild laughter after the rage, and the arrogant language, the expression of the person in the lead was so rich that he didn't even notice that he said the wrong thing because he was too excited, and the word boss appeared in the process of chattering, and the name of Li Hongsheng also appeared.

The car stopped at the door, and it was a team of prison guards who opened the door, at least five of them, and the prison guards who walked in front had cigarettes in their mouths, and the people who followed behind were holding a notebook, which was not handed over to the prisoners, Zhang Xian was escorted off the car and passed by the person when he saw that the book was recorded in the money aspect, which was an account book, they were doing the business of the rich, collecting money, and doing things for others.

The playground is not big, at this time gathered hundreds of prisoners, some are playing, some are sitting and chatting, and some are working, the prison guards are standing on the side with weapons in hand and looking at the new Zhang Xian, their eyes are full of sarcasm and ridicule, pointing at Zhang Xian without any scruples, and then making a lot of offensive gestures.

Zhang Xian was observing all the way, now was not the time for him to give up, and he didn't think about going to any prison guards, and his mind began to frantically record the surrounding environment, all the environment, even a nail on the ground, was instantly recorded in Zhang Xian's mind.