Liu Ziguang's words were spoken in Albanian, his pronunciation was very accurate, and his language was also very fluent, presumably he had practiced this sentence at least dozens of times, but it sounded so harsh to Kuks's men. (.)

At this time, the steamer was already far away, and the long whistle seemed to be ridiculing the arrogant maniacs, and the four big men present all reached out to draw their guns, but Liu Ziguang shot quickly, in fact, Makarov had been open the nose of the machine and put it under his armpit, and he could fire without any extra movements.

And the pistols of the thugs are all bullets that have not yet been loaded, and they must go through at least two or three movements before they can be shot, don't look at this fraction of a second, they can kill people, Liu Ziguang did not hesitate to shoot four times in a row, all of them hit their arms, and suddenly the four people covered their arms and screamed, and the four pistols also fell to the ground.

The wharf was a very chaotic and noisy place, the whistle of the steamers, the roar of the container trucks and the port machinery drowned out the gunshots, Liu Ziguang waved the muzzle of the gun, and said in a piercing pidgin Albanian: "Over there, all go in!" ”

The muzzle of the gun refers to the container next to it, Liu Ziguang stepped forward and opened the container door, forcing them to walk in, although the gangsters are extremely fierce, but they can only stare at Liu Ziguang viciously at the moment, and walk into the container with their bloody arms in humiliation, because they know that the Asian man in front of them will really shoot without hesitation.

Drove the four people into the container, Liu Ziguang hung up a big lock, locked it with a bang, picked up the pistol on the ground and drove away, and there was a sound of beating iron sheets behind him, but the dock was extremely busy, who could notice their cries.

After the four guys knocked the cabinet door to no avail, they took out their mobile phones to call the boss, but the tragedy was that none of the four mobile phones had a signal, and they had to keep knocking on the walls of the containers in order to attract the attention of others, but the automation of the Duras terminal was very good, and the workers were all lifting the containers through the port machinery, and no one would run to the storage area rented by Mr. Cooks to scratch around.

An hour passed, two hours passed, when the four guys who were shot in the arms were dying, Cooks finally arrived with his men, and after some searching, they showed the container that kept knocking sounds, opened it, Cooks' nose was almost crooked, and the four strongest men were lying in the container, and a smell of blood came to their faces, if it weren't for the fact that the four of them were men from the battlefield, and knew some first-aid common sense, I am afraid that they would die of excessive blood loss.

Cooks picked up a man and asked, "Where's the money, where's my money!" ”

"He said, it's worth the price......" said the thug weakly. {}

Cooks threw him to the ground, walked back and forth on the dock a few times in anger, and suddenly stopped and took out his phone to make a call.

At this time, Liu Ziguang had already arrived at Tirana International Airport, passed the security check and sat in the Air France waiting room, waiting for the flight to Paris half an hour later.

Although Kukes has eyes and hands, his influence is limited to Duras's black and white, and the energy of the national police system is not something that a mere gang leader can have, and Liu Ziguang has mastered this point to fly to France through customs generously.

Charles de Gaulle International Airport, Terminal 2, Liu Ziguang got off the plane in a suit and leather shoes, carrying a briefcase, and wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face, which he bought at the duty-free shop at Tirana Airport.

He turned on his mobile phone as he walked, and a series of messages jumped out, it turned out to be Zhao Hui's, Liu Ziguang looked at the content, found a coin-operated phone and called Zhao Hui directly.

"Dude, you slipped away very fast, you were still in Duras in the morning, this will be to France, this time you are in big trouble, the underworld of Europe is looking for you, and now your head is worth 100,000 euros." On the other end of the phone, Zhao Hui said with a big grin.

Liu Ziguang scoffed: "It's only 100,000, this kid Kukus is purely watching people through the cracks in the door, and he also offered a reward for arresting me, it's good that I didn't trouble him, I actually made a lot of rags for me, and gave him 1,800 That's to see your face, otherwise you won't have a dime." ”

Zhao Hui said: "You might as well not give a dime, giving him 1,800 is equivalent to slapping him in the face in public, people can say, no matter where you hide, this life is booked by them, you be careful, they are very powerful in France, this is not a joke." ”

Liu Ziguang asked: "It's only been a few hours since this happened, how did you know about it?" ”

Zhao Hui said with a smile: "This is an era of information explosion, not only I know, but also the criminal organizations and security intelligence agencies in Europe, in fact, this information is told to me by a friend of the French General Directorate of Foreign Security, I suggest that you buy a hat and wear it when you leave the airport, maybe your photo is already known." ”

Liu Ziguang shrugged, hung up the phone, and left the airport straight through customs. []

Charles de Gaulle Airport is one of the busiest airports in Europe, and it's too hard to stop a person here, and in the eyes of Europeans, Asians look similar, and Liu Ziguang didn't go to Paris, but took a train to Marseille.

In Europe, taking a train is a very interesting thing, in this busy era, most of the travel is by plane or self-driving car, and the people who like to take the train are some leisure class, such as retired seniors, wealthy wives, and artists looking for inspiration.

The carriage is very empty, well-dressed Europeans sit together and chat, the conductor in a straight uniform greets the passengers politely, the dining car waiter puts a cup of fragrant coffee in front of the passengers, sitting opposite Liu Ziguang is a French girl with a flaxen head, from the time Liu Ziguang sat down, he began to look at him flatteringly, when Liu Ziguang accosted her in fluent French, the girl suddenly became excited: "I didn't expect the Japanese to speak French so well, but unfortunately, I am an American." ”

"Hehe, I think we are all mistaken, I am Chinese." Liu Ziguang smiled and said, this time in authentic English.

"My name is Demi. Thorpe, a dancer on Broadway, came to France two months to study dance, and now wants to go to Marseille to relax, what about you? The girl stretched out her hand to Liu Ziguang and said.

"My name is Bruce. Liu, a Chinese businessman, had just arrived in France and was also going to Marseille to relax. Liu Ziguang pinched Demi's soft little hand and shook it.

"Just call me Demi, why are you distracted? Is it because of broken love? ”

"No, because of a very unpleasant thing, a gang of Eastern European criminals is chasing me."

Demi suddenly smiled back and forth: "I didn't expect the Chinese to be so humorous, listen to my father, the Chinese are old-fashioned and serious guys." ”

"Your dad must have been dealing with government officials a lot, and you know, officials all over the world are old-fashioned and serious."

The two were talking and laughing here, and the old gentleman next to him, who was wearing nose-clipping glasses and watching the Paris Times, was unhappy, so Liu Ziguang got up and said, "I don't know if I have this honor, please have dinner together." ”

"Of course, that's great." Demi stood up happily, followed Liu Ziguang to the dining car, the two ordered two French dinners, a bottle of cheap red wine to eat and drink, Demi's amount of wine is not good, but he loves to drink very much, half a bottle began to dance with his eyebrows, chattering a lot of his lovelorn past, listening to Liu Zi's bald head.

The train is still out of a monotonous rhythm, the twilight outside the window is getting thicker, the drunk Demi is lying on the table and falls asleep, the conductor looks at Liu Ziguang with an ambiguous look, he has no choice but to make up two sleepers.

The train was very empty, and there were not many people in the sleeper car, when Liu Ziguang carried Demi into a sleeper compartment, the conductor squeezed his eyes at him and handed over a colorful small box: "Sir, I only charge you ten euros." ”

Liu Ziguang had to take out change to buy this box of expensive condoms, which was a tip for the conductor, the night was long, the lights were dim, and the land of Europe gradually fell asleep, but Liu Ziguang couldn't sleep, he searched on Demi, and did not show any weapons, but saw a US passport, and the date of birth showed that Demi was only eighteen years old this year.

"The Yanma is old." Liu Ziguang sighed silently, and suddenly thought that Xiaoxue was also at this age, and his thoughts couldn't help but fly back to his hometown......

The conductor roared into the Marseille railway station, Demi rubbed her sleepy eyes and got up, and Liu Ziguang, who was now sitting opposite him in clothes, couldn't help but wonder: "You...... Yesterday...... We? ”

"You're asleep, I'll have to send you here, that's all." Liu Ziguang explained.

Demi touched her whole body, realized that there was really no story last night, and suddenly became indifferent: "Thank you, sir, I think it's time for me to go, it's a pleasure to meet you." ”

"Me too." Liu Ziguang said.

Demi got out of the sleeper car, took his luggage and got off the train without saying hello to Liu Ziguang, Liu Ziguang carried the briefcase and walked slowly forward with the flow of people, and suddenly he showed a young man outside the station who took the initiative to talk to Demi, and then diligently helped Demi carry his luggage, and the two got into the same taxi.

Liu Ziguang was worried about the cargo ship, and he also took a taxi and went straight to the port, there are two ports in Marseille, one new and one old, the old has been turned into a yacht marina, and the new one is located in the west of the city, which is the second largest trading port in Europe.

The distance from the Adriatic Sea to the Mediterranean Sea is very close, and the Hong Kong cargo ship will arrive at the port of Marseille at noon today to unload its cargo, and then sail to the coast of West Africa.

Because the sixth container was not in tatters, but in the living world.