Two disheveled men ran out of the thatched hut, shot Liu Weiguo a few times, turned their heads and ran back. Cheng Liping was waiting for the rabbit here, and a grappling hand hit the man on the left in the neck and snatched his pistol. The man on the right was stunned and was about to beg for mercy, but the barrel of the gun was already pressed against his head.

"Smack", the gun in his hand also fell to the ground, and was picked up by Liu Weiguo, who followed closely.

"What's going on?" Cheng Liping asked.

Liu Weiguo smiled and said, "The rifle is blown up." "It turned out that the rifles carried by the sentry were antiques left over from the Vietnam War, not to mention the serious rifling wear and tear, and the bullets used were also remade from cartridge casings by second-tier dealers. This kind of bullet has an extremely high failure rate, but I didn't expect that it was this kind of mistake that saved Liu Weiguo's life.

Looking down at the pistols in the hands of the two people, it was a new product that had not been opened for a long time, and the baked blue was intact and unworn. Liu Weiguo skillfully withdrew from the magazine, and the golden bright and clear bullet jumped and fell into the palm of his hand, which turned out to be a Chinese police nine-millimeter pistol bullet.

Cheng Liping was stunned for a moment, and Liu Weiguo was also a little surprised. Dragged the two captives into the thatched house, Cheng Liping saw that there was still half a basin of footwater on the ground, all splashed on the faces of the two. The man who was knocked unconscious by Cheng Liping's hand showed a fierce light in his eyes, and he spoke in an ugly local language so quickly that Liu Weiguo's head was about to explode.

Cheng Liping took the pistol, smiled at him very kindly, and then pulled the trigger directly against his head. With a muffled bang, the man's head was smashed like a ripe watermelon, and the red blood and white brain fell to the ground in a mess. Cheng Liping pointed the muzzle of the gun at the other person and asked a few words in the same local language. The man seemed to want to resist, looked at his dead companion and hesitated a little, Cheng Liping didn't give him a chance to think, and fired another shot on the ground. The man screamed, said a few words quickly, and then Cheng Liping continued to ask, and the man would answer all questions. A few minutes later, Cheng Liping said thank you in Chinese, and a bullet went into his heart.

The shrill gunfire was unusually loud in the silent jungle, but after the echo, it was still the lonely jungle of the empty mountain. Cheng Liping pinned the pistol to his waist and said as he walked: "It's not a production den, it's a drug dealer who wants to take advantage of the fire to rob." ”

It turned out that these three people were from the Son You tribe, members of a small gang in Vietnam, and when they heard that Wei Luheng, the biggest drug dealer in the border area, had been shot, they wanted to cut off Wei Luheng halfway and abduct Wei Luheng's upline to Mong Cai. Liu Weiguo smiled: "Wei Luheng's online line is so easy to intercept." ”

There were two corpses lying in the hut, and there was also a corpse with a bloody face on the sentry, and the two of them, fearing that the other party would have other accomplices, went back to the simple hut they had built, first lit a fire with the * in the bullet, and then roasted and ate the dead rabbit, and sat until it was dark.

Liu Weiguo carefully looked at the gun in his hand and said: "The gun is not domestic, but the bullet is domestic, which is a bit weird." ”

Cheng Liping said: "They bought the bullets from the police. ”

Liu Weiguo understood. It turns out that these people really have collusion with some police officers at the border, and the person who can free up the bullets to trade must be in charge of the police's firearms management.

All the way to the dark, I finally saw the border where the mountains meet. The national flags of China and Vietnam are hula-la, and from a distance, they look like a leaf swaying in the wind. After discussing with Liu Weiguo, Cheng Liping decided to go directly over the mountains and mountains into the Guannei. This is different from the mainland, and the later it gets at night, the more vigilant the police become. What's more, in this area, there are also military personnel deployed.

At the border, high-intensity night-light lights illuminate the surrounding trees from time to time. Barbed wire has been erected in slightly flat areas, and high-voltage power supply is connected, so there is no possibility of climbing over it with bare hands. Cheng Liping and Liu Weiguo could only go all the way down the mountain peak to a small village about 20 miles away from the Friendship Pass and enter the Guannei. There is only one road here, and there are also police officers guarding it, but somehow the few policemen on duty today are a little careless.

Cheng Liping did not miss such an opportunity, and slowly crawled over on the ground. After Liu Weiguo also came in, he suddenly heard dense gunshots on the border line. Cheng Liping heard it very clearly, the sound of this shot was not issued by a pistol, but the sound of a shotgun with a very lethal force.

Sharp sirens sounded, and Liu Weiguo and Cheng Liping hurriedly withdrew to the back of the village, and groups of army vehicles drove over on the narrow road in the distance.

Early the next morning, Cheng Liping and Liu Weiguo got up from the all-night bathing center, had breakfast in the restaurant, and then walked out of the door leisurely. This is the suburb of Pingxiang City, where various Internet cafes, discotheques, and bathing centers are densely distributed. Cheng Liping glanced at it, and saw a military vehicle not far away on the street, and the soldier holding a Type 95 rifle with a serious look on his face was maintaining order in the city.

Cheng Liping inquired in the local dialect and learned that an armed team had forcibly stormed the border last night, and there was a fierce exchange of fire with the local police and army. The shootout lasted until 11 o'clock at night, killing and wounding 17 bandits, and a few fish that had slipped through the net had fled into the urban area of Pingxiang.

Cheng Liping took Liu Weiguo around the streets and alleys of the suburbs, and went around for more than an hour before stopping in front of a small red gate. Cheng Liping knocked on the red door with his fingers, three long and three short sounds, and finally two heavy blunt blows. Soon, the red door opened, and an old man with white hair stood in front of Cheng Liping.

"This door hasn't been opened in more than a year." The old man said with a smile.

Liu Weiguo looked at it, and then he recognized that this person was the old policeman who gave them a pass at the Friendship Pass.

Cheng Liping smiled bitterly: "It's too chaotic outside, otherwise I wouldn't want to knock on this door again." ”

The old man did not speak, let them in, and then smashed the door with a stick. When he came to the small living room, the old man made two cups of tea and said lightly: "This year has been very chaotic, your group has been disbanded, no one has arrested those drug dealers anymore, and Pingxiang is about to become the No. 4 base." ”

The so-called No. 4 is a common name for high-purity heroin. Although Liu Weiguo is not from an anti-drug background, he can understand such terms. Cheng Li drank tea calmly, but didn't say a word.

The old man introduced himself to Liu Weiguo, saying that the little old man's surname was Zhang and his name was Zhang San. Liu Weiguo almost choked to death with a sip of tea, and laughed awkwardly.

Cheng Liping said: "Brother Liu, his name is really Zhang San. When I came here a few years ago, everyone called him Zhang San. ”

The old man laughed and pulled out his ID card from his pocket. On the ID card, his name is indeed Zhang San.

He put his ID card into his pocket again, turned his head and asked Cheng Liping: "You sneaked back, did you want to check the ghost first?" ”

Jiang is really still old and spicy, and Cheng Liping and Liu Weiguo secretly admired it in their hearts at the same time. Zhang San turned around and went to the bedroom, took out a few photos, and put them in front of Cheng Liping. Cheng Liping only glanced at it, and then exclaimed in surprise: "Is it him?" ”

This man was in his forties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a righteous face, and two silver horizontal bars and two four-pointed stars hanging from his shoulders. Zhang San said to Liu Weiguo: "This person's name is Qiu Diping, and he is the head of the anti-narcotics detachment, with the rank of deputy director. ”

Cheng Liping understood. Pingxiang is a county-level city under the jurisdiction of Chongzuo City. The director of the Chongzuo City Public Security Bureau is only at the department level, and his detachment leader is at the deputy department level, which shows that he is very authoritative. If the drug dealers mess with him, the whole Pingxiang will become a vacuum.

Zhang San said again: "After your group was disbanded, Qiu Diping was stationed in Pingxiang. The affairs of Chongzuo are now managed by the deputy director of the city bureau. He said it very vaguely, but Cheng Liping and Liu Weiguo both understood the meaning of his words. Qiu Diping does not sit in the office of the city bureau, so he has to live in Pingxiang, is this not a green light to help drug dealers?

Cheng Liping nodded and said, "Tonight, I'll go look for him." ”

Zhang San touched his silver hair and said with a smile: "Then you have to be careful, Qiu Diping also started from the grassroots level, his vigilance is relatively high, and his skills are also very good." ”

Cheng Liping put down the teacup and said with a smile: "I can't beat him, I'll ask you to come out again." ”

Zhang San deliberately said with a straight face: "I still want to live for two more years, this old bone has long been useless." ”

Cheng Liping said: "You are also an anti-narcotics police officer at the deputy department level, no worse than the Qiu detachment." ”

Zhang San sighed and smiled helplessly. Looking at the wrinkles on his face, Cheng Liping couldn't help but feel desolate in his heart, he clearly remembered that Zhang San was only fifty-seven years old this year.

Lunch and dinner were settled at Zhang San's house. Guangxi people like to eat noodles, snail noodles, old friends noodles, big head noodles, beef brisket noodles, bamboo tube noodles, and Guilin rice noodles. Liu Weiguo never expected that he could eat so many kinds of noodles in two meals. Zhang San's skills are very good, and he has to force the two of them to eat all the food, so he happily sits in the chair and laughs.