Sitting in the car, Brother Kun's eyes were different.

He was not a born criminal, and it was countless accidents that contributed to his current point.

Among the Hong Kong Island bigwigs of his generation, his academic qualifications are among the best, graduated from Hong Kong Island University, and are proficient in Chinese, English, Siamese, Vietnamese, and his own Cantonese, one person has mastered five languages.

Well, these don't matter anymore.

The road is walked by himself, and Kunge does not regret having today.

He is now rich and famous, and he is about to retire and emigrate, if he has to say that there is a place that he can't let go, there is only his disciple Ali.

To be honest, in Kunge's thoughts, Ali is not a qualified heir.

If he wasn't his brother-in-law and didn't look at his wife and sister, Brother Kun wouldn't let him take the position, even if Ali saved his life.

But several conditions were added together, and after thinking about it again, Brother Kun decided to let Ali try it out.

Anyway, Ali was closer to him.

A little insufficient, it is enough to have his guidance behind it.

Of course, the premise is to pave the way for him and not leave him a mess.

Thinking that after paving the road, he would immigrate abroad and take his wife and children to live the life he wanted, and a happy smile appeared on Brother Kun's face.

He had already found the way, and this path was also chosen by Ali himself.

I believe that with today's feelings, even after he leaves, Ali will be able to gain a firm foothold among the dealers on Hong Kong Island, and no one will go away.

Chirping!!

The car stopped in a clearing on the edge of the village, and Kunge's gaze froze.

He was the first to step out of the car, clutching his Glock gun and growling, "Follow me!" ”

"We'll go too."

Lin Yao said hello and took the others off the bus.

They were divided into three teams, one of which was Kunge's men, also led by Kunge.

The first team is the Gunners of Heliansheng, led by Lin Yao.

The remaining team is the gunner of Qinglong Logistics, which is in charge of Zhang Biao and Yuan Kehua.

Three teams of men and horses took advantage of the night to break into the woods and touch the small building outside the village.

Because it was a temporary stronghold, the Siamese did not have dogs in the small building, which gave them the opportunity to approach in the dark.

A few minutes later, Lin Yao and the others were lying in the bushes, and they had already touched the position less than ten meters away from the small building.

This is the best location, and further on, the small building is surrounded by open areas, and it is difficult to hide from the guard post on the roof.

"Ah Wei, it's up to you."

Lin Yao stabbed Zhang Ziwei and signaled that he could go out.

Zhang Ziwei was also unambiguous, the pistol was hidden behind his back and walked out of the bushes, and shouted to the roof: "Nanda, Deng Dan, are you up there?" ”

Hearing someone call for himself, two Siamese people with guns straddling their guns were lying on the side of the wall with their heads exposed.

biubiu...

Two gunshots in a row, a special gunshot with a muffler, broke the silence of the night.

Brother Kun glanced at Yuan Kehua beside him, they seemed to be shooting at the same time, but he knew very well that Yuan Kehua's shooting speed was faster than his third place in the gun club.

Even in those years, he was in a high position and rarely shot, and his marksmanship regressed.

Yuan Kehua's marksmanship is also enough to surprise him, this is the marksmanship that can participate in the competition and get a certain ranking.

Could it be that this person is also a shooting champion in his hometown?

"The left is the bedroom, the right is the kitchen, Brother Kun, you take someone to touch it from the bedroom, Zhang Biao, you take someone to enter from the kitchen, I am ready to break in at any time in the front."

Lin Yao ignored Brother Kun's surprise, quickly commanded a few words, and the three teams of men and horses began to act at the same time.

"What sound?"

In the small building, several Siamese people sitting in the living room playing cards obviously heard a strange noise.

In the next second, without waiting for them to stand up and look for it, Zhang Ziwei played his role again: "I'm back!" ”

Hearing that it was Zhang Ziwei who came back to make the movement, several Siamese people relaxed their guard.

Ding dong!!

There was a second sound in the kitchen, and at the same time, Lin Yao, who was guarding the door, broke in.

"Don't move, whoever moves will kill him!"

At the door, in the kitchen, in the bedroom, there were gunmen with guns rushing into the living room.

A few Siamese people who were playing cards were beaten into a sieve just about to touch the gun, and the gunshots were heard endlessly for a while.

"Follow me!"

Brother Kun looked murderous and led the team to rush to the second floor again.

Of the three teams present, any team can not fight, but they can't.

Brother Kun knows very well that they are not Lin Yao's own people, and it is too late to enter the game, and it depends on whether they will eat meat or soil in the future.

Pedal Pedal Ped

Accompanied by the footsteps of Lin Chao, a few seconds later, a dense gunfire also rang out on the second floor.

Lin Yao didn't go upstairs, but looked at the corpses all over the ground and nodded approvingly to Zhang Ziwei.

"Only three people!"

A moment later, Brother Kun came down with someone.

"Three?"

Lin Yao frowned slightly, there were four people upstairs, three were sleeping, and one was writing a diary, how could it be three.

Counting the people in the living room, none of the seven people is bad, where did the remaining one go?

Quiet!!

There was silence in the living room, and no one spoke.

Lin Yao's gaze moved slowly, and finally froze in the bathroom.

The bathroom door is closed, and the light switch outside the door is downward.

The light switch, down is on, up is off, this step is universal.

The bathroom lights are on, and there may be someone inside.

"Brother Yao..."

Noticing Lin Yao's gaze, Zhang Biao picked up the AK47 in his hand.

Lin Yao made a silent gesture, took the rifle from his hand, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the door of the toilet.

Sudden Sudden Sudden Sudden ...

AK is violence, a shuttle bullet, and it only takes four seconds to finish.

Lin Yao blew the muzzle of the smoking gun, and a moment later, blood flowed from under the bathroom door.

Crunch!!

Zhang Biao stepped forward and opened the door, and everyone was holding rifles and looked up.

On the toilet, there was an older boy with a pen in one hand and a diary in the other, who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Little Podcha, his father is the leader of the eight-faced Buddha guard, and the shot in my shoulder was fired by his father."

Zhang Ziwei stood aside and said with a smile to Lin Yao.

Lin Yao nodded slightly, took out his cigarette case expressionlessly, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

Bite!!

Zhang Biao stepped forward, and the kerosene lighter brought a pungent smell.

Lin Yao took two puffs of the cigarette butt, and walked out without looking back: "Inform the corpse collector to come over, tomorrow in the newspapers on Hong Kong Island, I don't want to see anyone talking nonsense." ”

The corpse collector is a special profession born from gangs.

They are usually made up of retired police officers, forensic doctors, funeral home staff, cemetery caretakers, and are mainly responsible for cleaning up the scene, destroying the body, and some menial work.

Although they ask for a lot of money, through their hands, the scene will be completely destroyed, and the corpses will disappear without a trace, and will never cause trouble for customers.

Half an hour later.

A special car with cleaning and care written on it drove down the mountain road.

The five people got out of the car, and soon black plastic bags were loaded into the car, vacuum cleaners, buckets, spray guns for washing cars, and some unknown bottles and cans.

Professional is professional, Lin Yao sat in the car and watched, guessing that after an hour, there should be no trouble here.

Mighty, mighty...

Just as he was thinking, a patrol car drove in the distance.

The gunshots here are not small, and it is estimated that someone in the village called the police.

Hearing the siren, a fat old man walked in from the small building and stopped the police officer in the patrol car to say something.

Moments later, the patrol car drove away again.

Tomorrow morning, a sign will be erected at the entrance of the village to warn some mischievous children that firecrackers are not allowed to be set off at the third watch in the middle of the night.

As for the small building, they will be restored to their original state.

The villagers may not believe it, but they don't have any evidence that there was a shootout here last night.

It's as simple as that.