Buddha is back in the military tent at the entrance of the resort, and it's eleven o'clock in the evening: the heat is no longer and the sea breeze is blowing.

Many people who have been to this resort will never forget this tent, they know that it is the tent of the old man who is in charge of the maintenance at the resort. Tourists are generally impressed by this old man because he is dressed as cool and out of place. In the summer, he always sat by the tent to fish, and no matter how hot it was, he wore a six-five-style school official uniform and three-section scalp shoes that were not very breathable. In winter, he also sat by the tent to fish, and no matter how cold it was, he wore a six-five-style tweed army coat and old-fashioned airborne boots. Outside the old man's tent, there was always a Yangtze River 750 sidecar motorcycle, and there was an 81-style automatic gun hanging on the holster of the motorcycle. There is speculation that this may be the resort's themed culture or a local quirky attraction, but it is believed that the old man must be a man with a story.

But they didn't know that the gun was real, and that this fifty-five-year-old man who looked like he was sixty or seventy years old was the king here.

The Buddha looked at the car in the distance and listened to the report of the subordinates next to him.

Bian Guard: "Buddha, I replied over there, there has been no situation recently, and the strips will not take a stubble (insert an undercover agent) before they see the corpse." ”

Buddha: "Say it." ”

Bian Shoujun: "Buddha, that kid has also found out, there is indeed such a thing, the stupid boy college student became a soldier, and as a result, all six people died in Myanmar, and the public security has closed the household." And then the parents of those boys were all gone, and there was a car accident. The picture also came, but if you look at the kid's face, you can't recognize it. ”

Buddha: "Then what do you think?" ”

Bian Shoujun: "Buddha, I'm really, I'm serving that kid, look at those eyes, those are really murderous eyes without blinking, just like Buddha you." ”

Buddha: "You found out too. ”

Bian Shoujun: "Buddha, I have been with you for ten years, and my ability to recognize people has already come out." And in the past ten years, I have dozens of lives in my hands, but when I watch him kill, my hands are shaking, and I cut little by little, or I cut while watching, I am not as ruthless as that kid. And I've seen him undressed, with several bullet holes on his body, all of which were shot by police guns. ”

Buddha: "Do you believe in him?" ”

Bian Shoujun: "I believe in him, and I am willing to be his guarantor." ”

Buddha: "I don't need you to do it, I'll do it myself." ”

Bian Shoujun: "I understand the Buddha, how do we point to him (point to the police)?" ”

Buddha: "Black Star is going to Jeju Island. ”

And just when the Buddha was talking to the border guards, Luo Yuming had already driven the car onto the mountain road.

Luo Yuming, who was driving in the front seat, listened to the chatter of the strong man in the back seat with an expressionless face, and he wanted to drive the car to the remote police station, and then threw the sack of minced meat at the door of the police station. The strong man still chattered endlessly to express his admiration and admiration for him, and every sentence was indispensable to the heroism of going to the soup and taking care of each other. Luo Yuming was silent, but he later thought that his silence might make them doubt him, so he asked for a cigarette from Scarface next to him. Flattered, Scarface put two cigarettes in his mouth, lit them, and put one of them in Luo Yuming's mouth, Luo Yuming smoked the cigarette and drove the car to an extremely remote township police station.

Open the door, throw the corpse, leave, all in one go.

Not long after leaving, the big man's mobile phone rang behind him. After a few words, the big man turned on the mobile phone and handed it to the front. A message came from the other side of the phone:

"Zhengshan, I'm a border defender, and the Buddha said that you should go to South Korea to avoid it first, and have a good time by the way. Then there's a boat on the other side of the pier, and tomorrow there is a brother going to Jeju Island, so you can go with it. After two days, the Buddha will get you an ID card. ”

Luo Yuming: "I understand, Brother Jun." ”

Border Guard: "You can just go over now, there is a brother there who is in charge of securing the goods, and I will say hello here." ”

Luo Yuming: "Okay. ”

The next morning, in Jeollanam-do, South Korea, Luo Yuming stood on the deck and looked at the sea blankly.

This job is very simple, a group of motivated Yanbian gangsters want to get some guys to replace the knives and shovels at hand, but they are very unmotivated and choose the cheap biting 54 pistol. They booked a total of twenty-five, and although the job was small and simple, it was almost a million. Along the way, Luo Yuming has been thinking: how can a broken copper and iron that costs less than 500 yuan be multiplied dozens of times.

Luo Yuming looked at the smiling strong man next to him and pouted, this product is definitely a dispensable scrap in this huge criminal group. He probably just received the above sentence: staring at the point, and wrote the word surveillance on his face completely. But he was still surprised by the power of the Buddha, they swaggered into the territorial waters, during which the gunboats came to intercept them, but the Han solved the problem with a few words of Smecta Kangsang oil and 20 million won.

The big man was still smirking at him, and as he smirked, he said:

"Brother Shan, what are you listening to? Let my brother hear it. ”

Luo Yuming was very disdainful of the big man's self-made cleverness, and scolded in his heart: Take off your pants and fart, my mobile phone has long been monitored by you now. But he still stuffed the headphones into Dahan's ears and sat on the deck with him against the cabin. Luo Yuming listens to a private jazz radio station.

Just when Luo Yuming handed the headphones to the strong man, he found that there was suddenly a new song on the radio, Luo Yuming silently clicked on the song and listened, that song has its own black jazz unique madness and burst, but behind the madness there has always been a song that has been repeated more than five times, he followed this section and knocked it seemingly casually, he got this information:

"You're pointed."

This radio station is used to contact Zhang Dajun, this is the idea that Luo Yuming came up with, and he has been addicted to music since he decided to close himself.

Dahan forcibly swallowed and returned the headphones to Luo Yuming and said:

"Rub, do you like to listen to this in college? Brother Shan listened to it with a compulsive character, but I couldn't stand the third child. ”

Luo Yuming: "Third child, if you can understand this, you don't have to run around on the boat."

The third child: "Brother Shan, I will believe in one, and that is the gun." ”

Luo Yuming: "That's right, it's almost there." ”

The third: "Well, it's the village in front." ”

After the boat docked, the third child went ashore with the box, while Luo Yuming looked around vigilantly, planning an escape route for a while.

Walking to the trading place, a fat man with a few ruffians was waiting there in a van, Luo Yuming was extremely annoyed by these brainless people.

What is Layman? That's the layman! In order to keep the car door open coolly, and then put the money in such a conspicuous place, and there are at least seven or eight places nearby where people can hide, Luo Yuming said softly to the third child when the third child was about to walk to the five people:

"After I shoot in a moment, you run with me."

"Huh?"

Without waiting for the big man to speak, Luo Yuming stepped forward and took out a pistol to kill the five people cleanly, and then dragged the third child into the van.

In an instant, the siren sounded, and more than a dozen South Korean policemen rushed over from dozens of meters away, and the sound of police cars was heard in the distance. Luo Yuming slammed the steering wheel and rushed into the chicken farm on the left, don't think about the road, thanks to the gangsters who will only force the compatriots who come to South Korea to work in prostitution, they are blocked on a narrow road. The only way to survive is by sea, which is very close to the open sea, as long as you can grab a speedboat.

Luo Yuming rushed all the way to the coast, and the police behind could only chase them on foot, but at this time, several gunboats had already come to block them. Luo Yuming and the third child jumped directly from the car, but fortunately the sand was very soft. They washed up on the tourist beach, where the scattered crowd provided them with excellent cover. They ran to the beach and grabbed a high-speed speedboat.

When the South Korean Marine Police, who were dozens of meters away, found out that they had gotten into a high-speed speedboat for tourism, the Marine Policemen were happy because they knew too well that the thing was going fast but not far, so they didn't even fire their guns.

But they didn't know that Luo Yuming did it on purpose, Luo Yuming knew that if he dared to get on those high-endurance speedboats, he would definitely be beaten into a sieve by a dozen M60s when he was about to enter the open sea, and what he wanted was speed.

The third child hugged Luo Yuming tightly and made a useless boom in his ear:

"Brother Shan! There's a little bit in the back! It seems to be a helicopter! Can we get out? ”

Luo Yuming: "No. ”

The third: "Huh? ”

Luo Yuming: "I said two people can't. ”

The third: "Huh?! ”

Before the words fell, the speedboat had already sailed into the back of a large reef and entered the blind spot of the marine police behind him, Luo Yuming pushed away the arms of the third child and killed the third child with his hand, and then jumped into the sea when the speedboat was about to hit the reef.

Ten minutes later, when the marine police looked at the wreckage of the speedboat and the charred body of the third child, Luo Yuming was lying in a fish tank filled with thousands of fish.

Seven days later, Luo Yuming, who smelled of fish, stood in front of the Buddha who was fishing.