That night, Long Xingyun spent the most comfortable night since returning from the old black nest of bliss.

Early the next morning, Long Xingyun rubbed his groggy head. Suddenly, his hand touched a soft body beside him, where a blonde beauty full of spring light was lying. Shaking his head with a wry smile, Long Xingyun got up and put on his clothes, and came to the hall after washing.

Long Xingyun, who Xiao Hei found out for the first time, laughed and said: "Xiao Long, you are really fierce enough, you got it until more than two o'clock last night, can that woman still move?" ”

"Damn," Long Xingyun smashed his fist into Xiao Hei's chest full of black hair, "You didn't have anything to do last night, right, you like to play eavesdropping if you have nothing to do, why don't we two practice?" As he spoke, Long Xingyun rolled up his sleeves and looked like he was going to have a big fight with Xiao Hei.

"Forget it." As soon as he heard Long Xingyun's threatening words, Xiao Hei suddenly died down. He is very self-aware, and he has fought Long Xingyun many times, but he has not once gained the upper hand. In the best time, his left eye was beaten into a panda eye, and as for the worse situation, he didn't dare to look back.

After a hurried breakfast, Long Xingyun took the "faithful slave" to Cafe No. 9. Entering the seventh private room, Fang Yuan was already waiting there. For Tang Tian not sneaking in person, Long Xingyun was not a little surprised. As the mayor, he is not idle and has nothing to do, and he attends countless meetings every day. Moreover, Wang Hao's calculations can only be carried out in secret. As Tang Tian's confidant, Fang Yuan could naturally represent Tang Tian's opinion with full powers.

After making some calculations about the original plan, the two made sure that there were no mistakes, and then went to the planned tasks separately.

After entering a few damp houses, Long Xingyun already had several more bags in his hands. Coming to a secluded place, he dodged into a small alley. Ten minutes later, a little gangster with yellow hair walked out of the alley, looking like he was flowing and angry, and no one would have thought that this was Long Xingyun after cross-dressing.

Long Xingyun looked in the mirror, satisfied with his appearance, and then walked to the Tianlu Pier step by step.

As the only port in Xixian County, Tianlu Wharf has a huge passenger flow and a lot of goods. In addition to legitimate business, all kinds of smuggling are carried out on a daily basis on this dock. Although the police conduct daily inspections, the workload is too large for them to investigate in detail. What's more, there are some people who give some benefits from time to time, and for this aspect, the police are simply decorations. Naturally, as this natural smuggling treasure, Wang Feng has no intention of letting go. The annual profit from smuggling is as high as tens of millions. Moreover, his identity is there, how can any policeman risk being fired to offend him?

The night before, Long Xingyun got a message from Lao Hei: Wang Feng had just smuggled a batch of firearms from the United States, which was not small and extremely numerous. As for the place of trading, it is at the Celestial Road Pier. If you want to hit a snake and hit seven inches, it is naturally necessary to hit the grass and startle the snake. One of the "faithful slaves" in Long Xingyun's hands was for Wang Feng, and in this battle, every victory was crucial.

Originally, as the boss behind the scenes, Wang Feng would not come forward to participate in this transaction. But because Tang Tian had targeted him recently, Wang Hao had no choice but to let him try not to appear in the public eye. Before the nightlife began, Wang Feng, who was bored, came to this transaction.

"It's really luck." Long Xingyun fiercely snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand and threw it to the ground.

There were many people dressed like Long Xingyun at Tianlu Wharf, and no one looked at him more. Very satisfied with his outfit, Long Xingyun walked to No. 5. That's where Wang Feng was going to trade today, and it wouldn't be long before those guns arrived.

Coming to a hidden place, Long Xingyun squeezed in along the piled goods. As he was walking forward, suddenly, he stopped. After sensing it carefully, a disdainful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Such a dark whistle is probably a bright target on the battlefield." As he finished speaking, he kicked hard and slipped into a pile of sacks.

Slowing his pace, Long Xingyun quietly came to the back of a dark whistle. With a twist of his hand, the sentry fell. Gently put him down, Long Xingyun took off the other party's clothes. The dark whistle that was put down was about the same size as Long Xingyun, and the clothes fit well, and what was even more coincidental was that the other party's hair was also yellow, which saved Long Xingyun the trouble of changing clothes.