"Ding" The mobile phone on the table vibrated for a moment, Zhang Ge slowly touched it and opened it to see that it was a message from Anonymous. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

No head, no tail, no title.

"Why don't you pick up the time travel plane, do you know that the shipping fee is expensive, and the storage fee is even more expensive? Money can't be wasted, a bit environmentally conscious. ”

It's a text message from my father.

Zhang Ge then remembered that a week ago, he was going to the container terminal to pick up the machine, but when he encountered a car accident, he was worried about Qin Ruolan in his heart, and he was disturbed by the media and asked for an interview, so he put this matter aside.

He raised his hand to look at his watch, at 9:15 in the evening, it was still early, he dialed Zhuo Fan's phone: "Help me see if there is anyone on duty at the foreign trade container terminal on the Military Industry Road in District 998, if not, help find someone to open the southeast gate, I want to pick up the goods, and the overtime pay will be calculated separately." ”

Soon, Zhuo Fan replied, "The workers have left work, but the overtime pay is generous, and the southeast gate can be opened." ”

Zhang Ge dressed and went downstairs.

Zhuo Fan was already waiting for him outside Wansheng Villa.

Knowing that Zhang Ge was not in a good mood, Zhuo Fan didn't say much, the two were silent all the way, and Mazda quickly cut into the traffic.

Soon arrived at the container terminal in District 998 of Jungong Road.

Several tall cranes stand in the night, shining dazzling light at the spire, a hill-like container pile, falling in the night, the shadow is like a mountain, the light of the aisle is blocked, this foreign trade container terminal is busy during the day like a busy street, a container in and out means a lot of money transactions.

But at the moment there was silence all around, and occasionally there was a ferry whistle or two on the sea,

At this point in time, no one came here to pick up the goods, and Zhang Ge couldn't remember where the bill of lading was, but he could probably remember that the time travel machine Daddy said it was in warehouse 15 here.

But I didn't find it in warehouse No. 15, and the person on duty patted his head and said, "Your goods haven't been picked up for a week, and they have been transferred to other warehouses, wait for me to take a look." ”

"Zhuo Fan, you follow him, find it and tell me, I'll wait for you here."

Zhuo Fan promised to rush forward.

The No. 15 warehouse is very large, there are passages on both sides, one of the doors is wide open, and there is a light from the outside, casting a bright light on the ground, the spring cold is steep, the night wind is drilling, Zhang Ge tightened the windbreaker on his body.

Suddenly, I heard several footsteps, a figure flashed in, and then "bang", the open door suddenly closed, the original warehouse through the door was still bright, and it became dark at the moment, standing in this closed warehouse that was a little dim, Zhang Gemo counted, a total of twelve people.

Three watches in the middle of the night, did this group of people come here to pick up the goods like him? But you don't have to close the door to pick up the goods.

A spotlight above his head suddenly lit up, and Zhang Ge squinted his eyes, allowing his eyes to adjust to the process of darkness to light.

"Have you brought the goods?" A deep voice rang in my ears.

An unfamiliar horse-shaped face appeared in front of Zhang Ge, a thin man with long decadent hair and a long trench coat, which I couldn't tell what brand it was, but the body wrapped in the long trench coat resembled a wrapped telephone pole.

Zhang Ge was a little confused. Does he know this man? Memory tells itself that I don't know.

That TV station rented this place to shoot police movies? Zhang Ge thought, at this point in time, in addition to the TV station filming, who else will come to this place where there is no food or drink to eat the northwest wind?

Dare to love yourself and meet someone else to make a blockbuster here. Zhang Ge had filmed police and gangster films in these places when he was doing Linji before, and he often played the boss of the underworld - Ma Zai.

But the camera, the lens, and the lights ....... all invisible.

Looking around, there were a circle of twelve people, almost tall and short black men surrounded themselves, holding real guns in their hands, looking at this posture, they were really not filming police movies, but they were running into the underworld in the joint delivery.

It's really unlucky, it's just to pick up the goods by yourself, and you will run into the black. Society.

How dark. The society chooses this place to deliver the joint, a little creative is not good, such as to the top of the Oriental Pearl Tower, one hand to pay the money and one hand to deliver is not very good, the scenery is unlimited, the wind is cool and the water is cold, talk about not being happy, throw people down casually, and save ammunition.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have been well educated since I was a child, and I only enter the upper class, not the dark. Society, guys, I'm really not one of your fellow believers, you go on, when I haven't met you. Zhang Ge raised his hand and said.

He turned to go out.

The sound of breaking the air sounded, a string of bullets fired, and a string of sparks was picked up at Zhang Ge's feet, these guns were silenced, but the bullets were fired, and the sound was still a little scary.

"It's miscellaneous." Zhang Ge thought that this "miscellaneous" refers to the guns held by these people, including American-made AV shotguns, 9mm caliber miscellaneous pistols, 12.7mm caliber rifles, and a tranquilizer gun used for hunting.

But mixed up, except for the tranquilizer gun, the lethality of other firearms is still extremely great, and Zhang Ge doesn't want to hurt people's lives. He thought that if he really wanted to grab a weapon, that tranquilizer gun would be the first choice.

"Don't play tricks, where are the things? We don't have time to grind mushrooms with you," the man continued in a low voice.

"What's it, guys, I don't have time to play with you, can you let me out?" Zhang Ge said.

"Still playing? Believe it or not, Lao Tzu shot you down. The horse-faced gun was pointed at Zhang Ge's head.

But then the exclamation of "Mom" started, and this horse face was detached from the joint by Zhang Ge's tendon and bone hand in a blink of an eye, this tendon and bone hand was Zhang Ge's learning from Qin Ruolan, plus his own fighting skills, he actually used it so handily, one move to defeat the enemy, and the gun in Ma Face's hand naturally went to Zhang Ge's hand.

This horse-faced can be a small leader, and naturally has some skills, but let Zhang Ge defeat the enemy with one move, and he was terrified, thinking that he must have run into the police, so he endured the pain and glanced at one of the big men.

"Next line, tell everyone here to get out." Zhang Ge became the temporary director and commanded this horse face to say.

He hijacked the little leader and retreated to a container on the edge of the warehouse, then pushed the horse's face in front as a human shield, and leaned his back against the container, facing everyone.

This change made the group of people in front of them at a loss, but they continued to surround Zhang Ge with guns in their arms.

"Continue to say the lines, throw down the guns all" Zhang Ge's hand put a little more force on the shoulder blade of the horse face, and the pain made the horse face distort and turn into a twisted face.

"Throw, throw the gun." He said with a grin.

But Zhang Ge's keen hearing heard the sound of light footsteps outside, these footsteps were different from the motley army, they were the footsteps of well-trained professionals, and then, the door made a slight blasting sound, which was also a professional fixed-point blast.

A glimmer of light penetrated through the small blasting door, and about five people entered, the sniper rifles in their hands flashing with cold light.

Professional killer! Zhang Ge gasped. (To be continued.) )