"Listen to the people below, we are a PTU mobile unit, put down the hostages in their hands and hold their heads in their hands."

A sound was heard from the helicopter, and one of the helicopters flew above the fishing boat, and a white soft ladder was thrown from the plane.

Because the light of the searchlight was too dazzling, Yan Murong hurriedly blocked his eyes with his hands, only to see that all the special police officers sitting on the plane were wearing combat uniforms, and the figure who came down from the soft ladder looked a little blurry, and he didn't know who it was.

It wasn't until the figure got down the soft ladder that the helicopter moved its searchlight away, but it was still hovering over the fishing boat, and the muzzle of the special police gun on the plane had been locked on Yan Murong and the others, and as long as there was any abnormal movement, he would shoot without hesitation.

There was no dazzling light, Yan Murong put his hand down, and then he saw that the person who got off the plane was Zheng Tianlun's hated brother who had died and lived, Zheng Wuming.

Yes, the person who came was Zheng Wuming.

When Yan Murong hung up the phone, he knew that Zheng Tianlun would have an accident, and then he quickly called Kunlun and asked him to make a few phone calls with some anxiety while checking Yan Murong's whereabouts, and then--this is the scene now.

Yan Murong had to admire Zheng Wuming's ability, he could invite the PTU mobile force, it didn't matter.

This guy, the title of the first son of Yanjing is not called in vain.

"You're here." Yan Murong looked at Zheng Wuming and said with a smile.

"I'm coming." Zheng Wuming nodded expressionlessly. "Let's let the family go."

"Let him go?" Yan Murong sneered. "Zheng Wuming, are you in the water in your brain? Do you know who he is? ”

"He's my brother." Zheng Wuming said seriously.

"Well, that's right, he's your brother." Yan Murong said with a smile. "He's not just your brother, he's also a member of the Ghost, codenamed Prince, depending on the situation, he's still an official."

"Let him go." As if he hadn't heard Yan Murong's words, Zheng Wuming glanced at Zheng Tianlun, who was held in Yan Murong's hand and waited for death with his eyes closed, sighed, and said. "He's a ghost man, and he's my brother -- let him go, and I'll quit Hong Kong."

Hearing Zheng Wuming's words, Yan Murong was stunned. He didn't expect that Zheng Wuming would offer such a price in exchange for Zheng Tianlun's life.

Su Qingwu is in Hong Kong, Yan Minghua is also in Hong Kong, and Zheng Wuming wants to quit now, what this means is self-evident.

At this time, if he took a step back, it meant that he would be one step behind, and he would lose one step in the game with Yan Murong.

"You're quite concerned about your brother." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Do you know why he joined the Ghost?"

"I don't know." Zheng Wuming shook his head. "I know that he is from my Zheng family and my younger brother."

"Looks like I'm right." Yan Murong sighed helplessly. "You guys don't have a good head -- but you know that calling the police to help is a lot better than your idiot brother."

"It's okay if you don't know, I'll explain it to you." Seeing that Zheng Wuming didn't speak, Yan Murong continued. "Your brother hates you, and at the same time thinks that your desire to rule Huaxia is a bit stupid, so he joined the ghost and wants to rely on the ghost to fulfill that fool's wish instead of you."

"Now, do you think it's necessary for me to let him go? He wants you to die. ”

"Let him go, I quit Hong Kong, and it won't cause you any trouble for five years." Zheng Wuming once again raised the price code in exchange for Zheng Tianlun's life.

"Bah, can I talk through my brain?" Yan Murong snorted. "You're here to beg me, not to give me alms, don't talk to me in this tone - I don't understand, he deserves your salvation?"

"I don't know." Zheng Wuming shook his head.

"And you're still here to save him?" Yan Murong asked strangely.

"If you don't save, you will be saved." Zheng Wuming sighed. "After all, he is my younger brother, my own brother."

"Well, I have to say, I was touched by your affection." Yan Murong nodded and said. "Still, I can't let him go, he must die."

"Yan Murong, let's stop in moderation." Zheng Wuming frowned, looked at Yan Murong and said. "The PTU mobile force is here, if you kill Tianlun, you will also die."

"However, if I don't kill him, it will be very troublesome in the future." Yan Murong looked confused. "I guess you understand this sentence better than me, right? Do you think I'm going to keep him and get me in trouble later? ”

"He's not going to bother you." Zheng Wuming said firmly. "I can guarantee that if you let him go, I will send him back to Yanjing and lock him up forever."

"Less." Yan Murong pursed his lips. "I don't even believe the punctuation marks of what you say."

"What the hell do you want?" Zheng Wuming was angry, he couldn't say good things, and he couldn't make such a big concession, why was this guy's temper so stubborn?

"I want to kill him." Yan Murong said seriously.

"You're looking for death." Zheng Wuming gritted his teeth and said. "Do you know that there are at least six guns pointed at you right now, and if I give the order, they will shoot without hesitation."

"Are you threatening me?" Yan Murong's face also sank, and he said coldly. "I'd like to try, do you dare to order them to shoot."

After speaking, Yan Murong's hand was placed on Zheng Tianlun's neck again, and as long as he used force, Zheng Tianlun's cervical vertebrae would be broken.

Zheng Wuming looked at Yan Murong with an iron face, hesitated for a long time, and still couldn't give the order to shoot.

True, he could not give the order to shoot and did not dare to give the order to shoot.

Although the current Yan family is not as good as before, a tiger is a tiger, and not anyone can be easily angered.

Once something happens to Yan Murong, then the behemoth of the Yan family will be fully operational, and half of China will have to have a major earthquake.

"Don't push me." Zheng Wuming said with a gloomy face, every word was almost squeezed out of between his teeth, which showed how much he hated Yan Murong now.

"You're pushing me." Yan Murong chuckled.

As soon as the words fell, there was a huge sound of propellers in the sky again, and when he looked up, a happy smile bloomed on Yan Murong's face.

"Zheng Wuming, don't forget, this is Hong Kong, but it's also China." Yan Murong said with a smile on his face. "You have PTU, I have lovely brother Bing."

Looking at the two gunships that suddenly appeared in the air, Zheng Wuming was depressed and wanted to vomit blood, and secretly cursed himself in his heart that he had indeed miscalculated this time.

What does the Yan family do? I was able to invite PTU, and they directly invited the garrison, which was obviously not at the same level.