The main mansion of Jinmen Port, a pavilion.

One room in the building, brightly lit.

Together with the intellectual, holding the pen, he was working hard to write in front of the desk.

This middle-aged man had no hair on his forehead and a wolf's tail, dressed in a dark Zhuxia official robe, his face was calm and faintly sad, he wrote the last word on the document in front of him, threw away the pen, and stood up.

"Yuanzhi, don't worry, Daddy will definitely avenge you."

The ink on the document was still dry, and he stepped on his official boots, pacing back and forth on the wooden floor, waiting quietly.

This person has an only son, Fang Yuanzhi, who served as the president of the army, and was transferred to the government secret agent organization a few years ago, retaining his military status, and only being responsible for delivering government orders without doing dirty work.

He originally wanted to retire in a few years and let his only son transfer to the Hong Kong Lord's Mansion to work, but he didn't expect that ten days ago, the Red Turban Gang, an organization of secret agents, was almost slaughtered by an assassin.

Previously, the Hong Kong lord Sun Changsheng ordered someone to send him the news that the assassin who slaughtered the Red Turban Gang ten days ago was a Xinhan Warlock, and today he once again made a monstrous case, asking him to immediately order the Patrol Bureau and send people to besiege the Xinhan Embassy.

A moment later.

Seeing that the handwriting was dry, Fang Yi immediately picked up the papers, walked out of the house quickly, and came to the sun-drenched courtyard and green trees.

In the open space in front of the pavilion, a black steam car was already waiting here, and two young men in standard guard uniforms were standing in front of the car door, their heads bowed and their faces expressionless.

"Go to the Patrol Bureau."

Fang walked quickly to the car, not looking at the two subordinates who had obviously been waiting for a long time in front of the car.

Hearing this, one of the two young men immediately trotted to the main driver's seat, opened the door and sat in, and the other bowed down to open the door of the back seat for the Tsumonji, and waited for the party to sit in together, and after closing the door lightly, he sat in the co-pilot's seat.

The three of them sat down, and as soon as the driver stepped on the accelerator, the steam engine in the front of the car roared, and the vehicle started slowly.

At this moment, several gunshots rang out in the distance, and the expressions of the three people in the car changed instantly.

"Something happened to the Lord of Hong Kong!"

Fang Yi's eyes widened, a trace of murderous aura flashed in his eyes, and he immediately pushed the car door to look in the direction where the gun came from.

The two guards got out of the car with him, followed to look in the direction of the gunshot, and then turned his head to look at the Tsumen Division Tongzhi hesitantly:

"Master Fang, are you still going to the Patrol Bureau?"

This middle-aged man, who is in the rank of the fifth rank of the Great Chongcong and has only a status under Sun Changsheng in Jinmen, spit out a voice of gnashing teeth:

"If you don't go, immediately gather the guards in the palace and go to rescue the Lord of the Port!"

"Yes!"

One of them immediately turned around and ran to the Fuzhong Guard.

Fang stood still, panting, hatred and excitement flashed in his eyes, and muttered to himself in his heart:

"Yuanzhi, don't worry, Daddy is going to avenge you!"

Just when this person was in a state of uneasiness, a huge roar rang out from the direction of the gunshot, and the black smoke mixed with the light of fire rose into the sky.

"Boom!"

Hearing this loud noise, Fang Tongzhi's face changed instantly, his eyes widened and his mouth opened, revealing an expression of disbelief.

He was stunned for a few seconds, then turned his head and shouted to the guards who were standing there with the same stunned expressions:

"What are you still doing? Go call someone! ”

The guard hurriedly agreed, turned and ran.

Fang Tong paced in place, his forehead sweating slightly, and when he was panicking in his heart, a series of deafening roars sounded one after another.

"Boom, boom!"

I saw that in the distance, the fire was soaring into the sky, and a black mushroom cloud rose from the ground, staining the clear sky of late spring in this Jinmen Port.

Black clouds appeared, obscuring the sun in the sky, and the Lord's Mansion was shrouded in shadow.

The wind mixed with the smell of fuel oil blew from afar, with the smell of iron and fire, Fang Yi took a few steps back in shock, his face turned pale, and he trembled and said to himself:

"Something's wrong...... Something went wrong......"

After a while.

Finally, several groups of guards came running from a distance, and at the forefront were the two subordinates who had just been sent to call for people.

At this time, they were all frightened, and from time to time they turned their heads to look at the fires in the distance.

As soon as they arrived and stood still in front of Fang Tong, the Tongzhi immediately commanded sharply:

"Immediately go and rescue the Lord of Hong Kong!"

"Yes!"

The pale-faced guards immediately responded, turned and ran quickly.

A group of guards quickly ran to the place of the incident, and the two subordinates stood in front of Fang Tong with pale faces, hesitating to speak, but they listened to this Tongzhi command in a low voice:

"Don't go to the patrol bureau, go to the barracks outside the city immediately, quick!"

Before he could finish speaking, the man had already pulled the car door open and sat in.

Seeing that the boss was calm, the panic in the hearts of the two guards also retreated a lot, and the two glanced at each other and immediately got into the car.

With the roar of an engine, the steam car quickly drove out of the port lord's mansion, which was covered by dark clouds.

On the other side, a group of guards followed Fang Tongzhi's orders and ran towards the place where the incident occurred.

They were carrying flintlock pistols on their backs, with Pu knives at their waists, all of them were agile and tiger-backed, and they were obviously well-trained, but these elites all looked panicked.

When I arrived at the place of the incident, I saw countless scrap iron in front of me crashing into a ball, the raging fire was raging, the fire was lit up, and there was a burning and bursting sound from time to time.

The smell of kerosene and the stench of burnt objects from the burning scrap metal in one place filled the nearby air with a disgusting smell.

"It's ...... The steam car bought in the country of Abili in Furi? This is the port owner's car! ”

The leader of the guards who led the team covered his nose and saw the scene in front of him, carefully identified the countless scrap copper and rotten iron in the firelight, and shouted in horror.

The crowd looked at each other with fear on their faces.

Could it be that the Hong Kong lord Sun Changsheng is dead? So what will happen to us?

The thought flashed through their minds, and then a panicked voice came from not far away:

"Head! It's the personal guards of the lord of Hong Kong, and they're all dead! ”

Everyone hurriedly looked over, only to see four corpses in guard uniforms lying in a pool of blood, and the leader of the guards trotted over, squatted down to take a look, and carefully identified the clothes and appearances of each person.

Every time he recognized one more person, his face turned a little pale, until at last, his whole person was sweating like rain, and his face was as white as paper.

According to the law of Da Chong, when the chief official died, all the guards were buried with him.

Now a few of the guards are lying here, but what about the others?

What about Hong Kong lord Sun Changsheng?

His face became paler and paler, his body shook slightly, and the flames of the burning scrap metal behind him were swallowed up, and there was an explosion, which immediately woke him up.

"Everybody's on orders! Spread out and search with all your might, and be sure to find the Lord of the Port! ”

He commanded loudly.

The guards received the order and ran quickly to look around.

After a while, a panicked shout came from behind a rockery:

"Lord Hong Kong! Sun Zhuji! ”

"Head, no! The Lord of Hong Kong has been killed! ”

When the leader of the guards heard this, he was dizzy, his face was pale, his body shook and trembled, and he ran over with a crawl, only to see the guard who had just shouted squatting on the ground, and there were two people beside him.

Without careful identification, he immediately recognized the two, and he was so frightened that his legs weakened, and he fell to his knees on the ground, and his tone trembled:

"Hong Kong...... Lord Hong Kong, and Sun Zhusi......"

He threw himself on the ground, trembling and crawling in front of the two, looking at the two of them without external injuries, a trace of luck flashed in his heart, and he stretched out his hand to put it under the nose of the two, but did not feel any exhaled airflow.

"Really...... He's dead! ”

He collapsed to the ground at once, his face like gold paper.