"Duan Kun must die!"

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Ziwei looked at He Xie and said categorically.

"The person who must not let Duan Kun see the eight-faced Buddha alive!" He said.

"You're the big guy." He Xie smiled and said, "You have the final say." ”

Zhang Ziwei smiled and pointed at He Xiedao: "Wait for me." ”

He took his phone and stepped aside.

Five minutes later, Zhang Ziwei said to the other dozen or so subordinates who came with him, and these people left one after another, so he stood not far away and beckoned to He Xie and motioned for him to follow.

"Menna, they went to the hospital to get the body, and I asked them to help first." Zhang Ziwei saw He Xie walking up to him and explained, "The two of us went to find Duan Kun, okay?" ”

As he spoke, he handed He Xie a gun.

"Glock 19?" He Xie took it, checked it neatly, and put his hand on his waist.

"Pretty neat?" Zhang Ziwei looked at He Xie's eyes with a smile, and along the way, He Xie's identity has always been a mystery to him.

This man is too mysterious.

However, He Xie gave him a good feeling, at least he could talk about it. What he said to He Xie didn't add up to that much in five years.

"Basic Operations." He Xie smiled.

"Chemena is ready, just ahead. Let's ......" Zhang Ziwei said as he turned around and left, but after walking a few steps, he realized that He Xie hadn't followed.

He gave a puzzled look.

"Since I'm here to kill the Eight-Faced Buddha, don't use anything related to him." He Xie said, "You can trust Menna, it just so happens that Menna also believes in his father." ”

Zhang Ziwei was stunned and immediately frowned.

He ignored that.

He blamed himself a little, he had forbearance for five years, and he was about to be released once, and he had forgotten a little.

"However, it's not easy to take a taxi around here." He smiled at He Xie.

He Xie looked left and right, and pointed to a pickup truck not far away.

Zhang Ziwei spread his hands, with an expression of are you kidding me.

He Xie smiled and nodded at him.

Two minutes later, the pickup truck let out a low roar and sprang out.

It was He Xie who was driving.

"You can steal cars, you can shoot guns, you're pretty good, you must have been a killer before!" Zhang Ziwei sat in the passenger seat, still a little relieved.

"I'm crazy!" He laughed to himself, "I'm a policeman, and I'm stealing a car with you!" ”

"I'm going to kill someone later." What a heresy.

"Thanks for the reminder!" Zhang Ziwei rolled his eyes, "Anyway, I won't be able to return to the police force in my life." ”

There was a hint of regret in his tone.

"Where?" He Xie asked.

"Kwai Chung Pier." Zhang Ziwei said, "I heard that he rented a boat to go to Wanwan tonight, and I have dealt with the boss of the ferry before, and I know that he will definitely go to ......."

Only halfway through the words, Zhang Ziwei stopped talking, turned around and said in surprise: "Do you know the road?" Have you been to Hong Kong Island before? ”

He was shocked to find that Ho Xie suddenly turned left and was heading towards Kwai Chung Pier.

"I used to be a police officer," He Xie said with emotion, "The head of the Security Bureau, who was also a leader on Hong Kong Island back then. ”

Zhang Ziwei was stunned and looked at He Xie for a long time.

"Damn!" He said, "I almost believed you." ”

The corners of He Xie's mouth hooked: "You're not stupid?" ”

"......" Zhang Ziwei endured it for a long time, but he couldn't help but roll his eyes. Didn't you say that I'm the big guy on Hong Kong Island? Is there such a little brother who talks to the big guy? ”

At Kwai Chung Pier, two groups of people are facing each other.

To be exact, a person and a group of people are facing each other.

The man was tall and muscular, dark-skinned, and held a gun to the head of a white-haired young man. On the opposite side of them is a group of gun-wielding boys.

If Zhang Ziwei is here, he will definitely find that both sides are acquaintances.

The white-haired young man is naturally Duan Kun.

And this tall and swarthy young man is a good brother who Zhang Ziwei grew up with since he was a child, and it is also what he has been haunting for the past five years - Ma Haotian!

"Throw the gun into the sea!" Ma Haotian shouted with a dark face.

"Let our boss go!"

"Look for death, old man!"

"It's you who put down your gun and hit the street!"

The old boys are clamoring.

Ma Haotian's face suddenly turned ruthless, and he raised his hand and smashed Duan Kun's head with the gun.

One time!

Twice!

Beat Duan Kun's blood.

"Throw it or not!" Ma Haotian shouted angrily.

"Good, good!" Duan Kun screamed in pain, hurriedly raised his hand, he took a breath of cool air, and shook his head vigorously, "You guys, all throw away your guns." Come on! Do you want me to die? ”

The Crazy Boys had no choice but to do so.

"Hey, hey, hey......" Duan Kun suddenly laughed, he turned his head, "Who are you?" Looking for death, you? Do you know who I am? Tsim Sha Tsui Duan Kun! ”

Bang!

Ma Haotian slammed his head and sneered, "Duan Kun, right? I'm a drug sweeper! I want you to help me find someone. ”

"Hiss......" Duan Kun was in pain, but laughed again, "Neuropathy!" You're just five bullets, how many people do you think I have here? ”

"Otherwise," Duan Kun tilted his head, "You let me go, I'll give you 100 million!" ”

Bang!

Ma Haotian sneered again, "So little? 100 million ......"

Before the words fell, a sudden change was born!

Duan Kun has always been known for being ruthless, how could he be willing to be arrested?

He has been looking for an opportunity to resist, and Ma Haotian has been beating him, so he has given him such an opportunity.

At the same time as Ma Haotian smashed his head again, Duan Kun grabbed his arm holding the gun and wanted to throw him out with a sack.

It's a pity that Duan Kun overestimated his height and strength.

His movements were almost in position and bent forward, but Ma Haotian's feet were still firmly on the ground.

And when he tried his best to feed, he just pulled Ma Haotian and shook his body slightly.

"Damn, hollowed out!"

Duan Kun scolded secretly, broke free from Ma Haotian suddenly, and rolled on the spot in embarrassment.

Ma Haotian was taken aback, and raised his gun to shoot, but only hit a little brother who rushed over.

The next moment, the Troubled Boys suddenly drowned him in the crowd.

Behind a container on the other side of the wharf, He Xie and Zhang Ziwei watched the scene from afar.

Zhang Ziwei's expression was very complicated, as if he hated and sighed.

"The police are already around here, and we don't have a chance to kill him." Zhang Ziwei said in a deep voice.

"To die or to live?" He Xie asked.

Zhang Ziwei was stunned: "What? ”

"I ask you, do you want to capture him alive or shoot him with one shot?" What a heresy.

"If Duan Kun dies now, I'm afraid that the eight-faced Buddha will not appear." Zhang Ziwei said, "Forget it, let the police arrest him, and we'll find a way." ”

He Xie's eyes flashed, and he looked at him with a little appreciation: "Yes, it's quite strategic." ”

Indeed, if Duan Kun is dead, or if Duan Kun is alive, but in Zhang Ziwei's hands, the eight-faced Buddha may not appear.

Only when Duan Kun is in the hands of the police, and the eight-faced Buddha who will never let his son die in vain can he appear.