Jiang Weiming and Xiao Derong have already been Tang Dekun, and the fall of these three well-known figures in Jianghai City is already an ironclad matter.

Han Feng didn't stay in the conference room of Jianghai City Airport for too long, he was not too interested in becoming a shareholder of Jianghai City Airport, if it weren't for Lin Xi, he wouldn't bother to pay attention to these things, of course, fortunately he knew Lin Xi, and it happened that Lin Xi was his girlfriend again, otherwise Olaf and Jiang Weiming teamed up to seize control of Jianghai City Airport, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

After talking for a while at the meeting, Han Feng threw the matter on Lin Xi's girlfriend and got up and left.

Came to the parking lot for the staff, just opened the car door and sat in, after Han Feng started the car, he did not drive away immediately, but absentmindedly held the steering wheel and thought about things, suddenly a subtle voice came into his ears, very light, slow and soft, but it could be heard that a bullet entered the chamber with the push of the bolt.

Han Feng subconsciously hung up the gear, stepped on the accelerator suddenly, and as soon as the car moved, there was a crisp "pop", a hole appeared in the glass, and green smoke rose from the headrest of the co-pilot's seat, and he was shot.

The gunfire did not follow suit, the other party probably used a silencer, according to visual inspection, the location of the sniper should be on the roof of the airport office building, excellent shooting position, good visibility and light, and a firearm using a silencer, it is a professional killer.

Han Feng slammed on the brakes, the Ford sedan that had just started swung its tail and stopped backwards, and the two front doors bounced open at the same time, just when the sniper was confused, Han Feng pounced out of the co-pilot's position, and at the moment when he just disappeared into the flower bed, a cloud of smoke rose on the ground near the door, if Han Feng's movements were a little slower for half a second, the bullet would hit his body fiercely.

In the flower bed are a meter-high shrub, and next to them are tall plane trees, which are not suspenseful to block the sniper's view. The other party is obviously a veteran, and after missing both shots, he no longer shoots rashly.

On the roof of the airport office building, a dark figure quickly loaded a rifle into a fishing tackle bag. With his hands with tactical gloves, he pocketed two still hot bullet casings from the ground, quickly came to the back of the roof, threw down the rope, and slid down skillfully, and as soon as he landed, he felt a strong wind behind him, and the black shadow hurriedly dodged, but the opponent punched too fast, and he was still hit in the head by a heavy punch, and he fell unconscious on the spot.

When he woke up again. Already tied to a chair, it was empty, with no windows on the gray concrete walls, and in the middle of the room was a burning stove. There are also red-hot fire chopsticks inserted on it, which reminds people of the dungeon of the Japanese gendarmerie during the Anti-Japanese War.

Several men with large shoulders and round waists looked at him maliciously, and several newspapers were spread out on the ground, on which were placed trophies, a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, eight rounds of ammunition, ID cards, bank cards, train tickets, and some change.

"Say it. Who told you to kill me?" asked the man sitting across from him very leisurely, holding a D80 saber in his hand, cutting the newspaper into strips very casually, and the killer knew that the knife was also found from himself.

"I missed, I admit it. If you don't feel comfortable, just give it a good time, it's a matter of time before you fold into this line, I don't have anything to complain about, but I can't say the name of the employer. The killer said very shamefully.

"Still hard-mouthed, I don't know how much I've done since I killed people like you!" a young man came next to him. raised his slap and slapped it hard, the killer only felt that his eardrums were buzzing, there were gold stars in front of him, and there was a fishy sweetness in his mouth, he spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and said with a smile: "Dude, you have a lot of strength, you have practiced it, you kind of untie my rope, see who is powerful." ”

This young man was a mouse, and when he heard the killer's words, he immediately laughed, isn't this TM playing with a big knife in front of Uncle Guan Gong and humiliating himself? I saw him hugging his arm and sneering: "Boy, even if you go back to cultivate for the rest of your life, you will not be my opponent." ”

The killer smiled: "I don't think you dare." ”

"Slap" The mouse slapped it again, causing the killer to bleed from his mouth and nose, and he was still angry, so he turned around and pulled out the scorching red chopsticks from the stove and said, "Don't say it, let you taste this." ”

The fire chopsticks burned on the body, squeaked, and the smell of burnt skin and flesh came, the killer didn't say a word, and the beads of sweat on his head were snapping off, and after the fire chopsticks were taken away, he still had the strength to ridicule: "This meat tastes very fragrant, but it almost cumin and chili noodles." ”

Han Feng and Su Dongting glanced at each other, their eyes were full of appreciation, I have to say, this kid is quite kind, Han Feng picked up his ID card: "Mai Xiaotai, this is your pseudonym, let's call you Mai Xiaotai, you follow professional ethics and never reveal the customer's name, I respect your decision, but you shot me twice, this account can't be just settled, now you are given two choices, one is to send someone to the public security bureau with a gun, and the other is that I will quietly kill you and pull you down, where to go, you can pick it yourself." ”

Mai Xiaotai originally tilted his head and dripped blood from his mouth and nose, but after hearing this, he sat up straight, shook his hair, and said: "You better kill me, I can't get used to eating in the detention center, and I don't want to be shot in the head and get a dead body." ”

"Okay, it's up to you. Han Feng snuffed out his cigarette butt and laughed fiercely.

The killer was put into a marijuana bag, stuffed into the trunk of the car, and drove out hundreds of kilometers at night, and finally came to a deserted field, Mai Xiaotai was dragged out, pressed on the railroad tracks of the Beijing-Guangzhou line, and looked at the night sky with his back to the sky.

Mai Xiaotai was pressed on the railroad tracks, and Han Feng and the three of them were not in a hurry to leave, they lit a cigarette and sat next to them, chatting while waiting for the train.

"Hey, smoke a cigarette. Said the man lying on the railroad tracks.

"You're going to be cut in two, oh no, it's four, what are you smoking?" Su Dongting scolded.

"Give it to him. Han Feng said.

Su Dongting lit a cigarette, stuffed it into Mai Xiaotai's mouth, and said, "It's too late to regret it now." ”

The killer Meimei took two puffs of cigarette, tilted her head and said to Su Dongting: "Obviously it was broken into three, your elementary school math teacher died early." ”

Su Dongting counted his fingers, and it was really broken into three, he couldn't help but blush, and he was about to hit someone when he went up, but was stopped by Han Feng: "Wait, the train is coming." ”

The train is really coming, and you can already feel the trembling while sitting on the roadbed, Su Dongting went over to remove the cigarette from the killer's mouth, blocked his mouth with a broken towel, took out a black hood and said, "Dude, it's time to go on the road, don't send it." ”

It was at the moment when he put on the hood that Han Feng noticed that a trace of fear and nostalgia flashed in the killer's eyes, but he still did not beg for mercy.

Mai Xiaotai put on a hood, his neck rested on the cold railroad tracks, his hands and feet were tied and he could not move, he could feel the trembling of the roadbed getting bigger and bigger, the whistle of the train also sounded, and the desire to survive made him struggle desperately, hoping to be seen by the train driver, but it was all in vain, the train did not slow down at all, roared and rushed over, closer and closer, closer and closer.

Finally, the train came, at that moment, Mai Xiaotai didn't know anything, he could only feel the heat, trembling, and pain, I don't know how long it took, the surroundings slowly calmed down, a pair of strong hands pulled him up from the rails, took off the hood, took out the gag towel, and picked up the rope with a knife.

"Look at you as a man, spare your life, take your, get out. Su Dongting threw the black fishing tackle bag over, the three of them looked at each other and smiled, turned their faces and walked down the roadbed and got into the car.

The killer's face changed, he quickly opened the fishing tackle bag, took out a semi-automatic rifle and bullets from it, quickly pulled the bolt, pressed the bullet into it, loaded the bolt and aimed at the car, and shouted: "Don't move!"

The car had just started, and the three of them turned back together, looking at Mai Xiaotai who was holding a rifle in the moonlight, Han Feng puffed out a puff of smoke and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Thank you! I owe you my life. Mai Xiaotai said neatly as he put away his rifle.

Han Feng threw away the cigarette and patted Su Dongting: "Let's go." ”

The car drove away, the train track returned to tranquility, Mai Xiaotai looked at the rifle and was worried, he thought for a moment, found a big tree nearby, dug it up with a saber, when the east was white, the rifles that were dismantled into parts were buried one after another, and they were all marked, Mai Xiaotai let out a long breath, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and looked at the empty fishing tackle bag, they were so stingy, they didn't leave a penny for themselves.

In the distance, the whistle sounded again, and a southbound wagon approached, and Mai Xiaotai saw an opportunity to jump on, jumped into the wagons full of coal, huddled into a ball and began to sleep, unaware that the gunpowder on the side was about to keep him under control.

Putting a long line and catching big fish is Han Feng's consistent practice.