Hong Kong Zongli Monks

Chapter 147 Guidance to the Old Nest
"why?"

Song Zihao and Xiao Ma both asked in unison.

"What a strength, people say that people are strong and strong. Even if they stand there and let you kill them one by one, you will be exhausted. Besides, they still have a lot of arms!" Zhixing said with a smile.

"They're just some minions, what's the use?" Xiao Ma shook his head and said disdainfully.

"I know you, and I still want to kill Tan Cheng, take over by myself, and make a comeback, but this is impossible!" Zhixing said, looking at Xiao Ma.

In fact, Xiao Ma has always known where Tan Cheng's factory is, and no one told him. He probably thought that after Tan Cheng's downfall, he would take over and make a comeback.

"What did you say?" Pony immediately cried out in embarrassment and wanted to call.

Zhixing stretched out his hands, and pointed two short submachine guns at the two of them.

Song Zihao immediately pulled the pony back a few steps, and said nervously, "You seem to know a lot about us!"

"Of course I know. Do you think that three years ago, you could get rid of all of you with just one little guy? Although Tan Cheng has achieved today, he was just a little guy three years ago. Why did you lose power after you fell? He can quickly rise to the position!" Zhixing said with a smile.

Song Zihao let go of Xiao Ma's hand, the two looked at each other, and asked, "You're talking about Uncle Yao, why?"

"The limelight is so great. People who don't know better think that the group belongs to you. Where can you put the faces of those old guys?" Zhixing looked at the two of them and said with a smile.

"So that's it!" Song Zihao lowered his head and murmured.

"There are still many things you don't know!" Zhixing put away the two guns and disappeared without a trace.

Song Zihao and Xiao Ma looked at each other again, wondering where the kid had hidden the gun, and they felt more and more mysterious about this kid.

"Why do you think Tan Cheng didn't kill you? Because Tan Cheng wanted you to stand in front to attract Interpol. Otherwise, how could you still be alive? Wake up and stop dreaming."

"Your era is over, you should just do something honestly, Tan Cheng, I'll help you solve it!"

After Zhixing finished speaking, he was about to leave. After walking a few steps, he took out two pistols and threw them to them, saying, "I'll defend you. I hope you won't be killed by Tan Cheng so quickly!"

Song Zihao and Xiao Ma took over the pistols, good guys, imported goods, few people in Hong Kong can use them.

This is from the gangsters at Taoist Temple last time. I don’t know much about it, but the quality is really good.

Song Zihao and Xiao Ma put away their guns and didn't know who Zhixing was for a while, but it seemed that there was really no malicious intent.

"Where did those guns come from?" Xiao Ma said beside Song Zihao, looking at Zhixing's back.

"Who knew that authentic American products are so popular now? So generous, just give it to me!" Song Zihao sighed and said.

"Brother Hao, what do you think of what he said?" Xiao Ma thought for a moment and asked.

"I think what he said is quite right, what do you think?" Song Zihao glanced at him and asked.

"I can't take revenge, I'm very unwilling!" Xiao Ma said with a gloomy face.

"Then let's talk about it in the next few days. He said that we were stared at by the Interpol and became a windshield in front of that bastard Tan Cheng. We should be more careful in the future!" Song Zihao thought for a while before saying.

Xiao Ma is just smoking a cigarette. Although he is grumpy and stubborn, he is not a brainless person after calming down.

As Zhixing said, this arena is no longer the arena of their time.

Zhixing plans to finish Tan Cheng tonight. In the past few days, he has seen Tan Cheng in the factory, as if he is in a hurry to ship.

White powder, counterfeit banknotes, ammunition, this guy has everything, there is no need to keep it.

We arrived at an old building. On the surface it was a small printing factory, but in reality it was a factory printing counterfeit banknotes.

I don't know if Song Zijie must make contributions to the task, so I had to call Song Zijie from the side of the road.

"Sir, I saw someone printing money here. Do you want to come over and take a look? I heard that their boss is named Tan Cheng!" Chi Heng said immediately as soon as the call was connected.

I don't know if I will be angry and come over. If I am more cautious and don't dare to come over, it will be in vain.

"Tan Cheng, where is it?" Song Zijie on the other side of the phone really became anxious.

The former father was still Tan Cheng who sent someone over, hit the deputy by mistake, beat his father to death, and even dreamed of getting rid of Tan Cheng.

Zhixing said an address, hung up the phone, and waited below.

After more than 20 minutes, I saw Song Zijie getting off the car at the alley and walking slowly towards this side, looking calm and composed.

It's almost midnight now. Tan Cheng killed his boss and went to the factory to see him, but he still hasn't left. It seems that he is really busy.

Seeing the dark lights, Song Zijie hesitated for a long time on the opposite side of the building. In the end, hatred outweighed caution, and he slowly walked into the printing house.

Outside the formal company, no one was there at night, but an agency went in and saw Song Zijie enter the office.

Zhixing also used invisibility to follow in, and when he saw Song Zijie was still searching in the office, he opened the mechanism.

Song Zijie was startled when he saw the mechanism, but he walked slowly over. The lights inside were bright, as if he was in another world. It turned out to be an underground factory.

Fortunately, there was another room to enter, and now that no one was there, Song Zijie entered smoothly.

Zhixing also went in, but unfortunately, he was discovered as soon as he left the office door.

Shaking his head, he had no choice but to help him.

When the people below saw Song Zijie, they shot immediately. Fortunately, he dodged quickly, otherwise he would have confessed immediately.

Song Zijie withdrew immediately, and when he wanted to run away, he had already caught up.

Fortunately, his marksmanship was good and his reaction was quick. He hit the guy on the head and died on the spot.

When someone came up again, Song Zijie had already run out. It seemed that he still knew that he was called Zhi Huan.

Zhixing stood by the office, ready to prevent them from going out. Tan Cheng also knew that this place was exposed, and wanted to leave first.

Before reaching the door, it suddenly closed again.

One of his men opened the trap door, and the trap door suddenly closed again.

Zhixing had seen it a long time ago. There is only one exit in this place, and the others are just vents, and no one can get out.

At the beginning, they should have transported the machines in, then built walls and trap doors.

There is also a factory outside with machines, which are just printing other superficial things. No one pays attention, and counterfeit banknotes can be printed at any time.

Seeing that Song Zijie was going out, Zhixing's spiritual sense immediately called Zhixuan, and he didn't know how long it would take for them to arrive.

Let's stop it for as long as it takes now. I hope Song Zijie has some energy and can allow his boss to mobilize more people.

The police station was not too far away, and several police cars came by outside in a while.

Song Zijie rushed in with a few people, while Zhixing stepped aside to watch the show.

I don't want Tan Cheng to go to jail. According to the law here, if you have money, you will get a good lawyer. You can reduce your sentence at any time, and there are public holidays. If you behave well, you may lose a few years.

Originally in prison for 20 years, with the help of lawyers and pleadings from those with status, he may be able to come out in a few years.

(End of this chapter)