Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 343
Hong Kong Island.

This side of the phone.

Deng Jiayong pressed down the phone, sat on the stool and looked at the desktop in front of him, staring at it for a long time.

It's very quiet inside.

"Zi"

The only sound left was the sound of him sucking on the burning end of his cigarette.

"Zhong Wenze didn't kill him?"

Deng Jiayong exhaled a slender smoke and muttered to himself: "Isn't this Zhong Wenze's style? Why does he keep Old Wei?"

He pressed his palms on the table, and frowned: "Old Wei has been with me for so long, he didn't say leave sooner or later, why did he tell me to leave at this time?"

"Is there something wrong with him?"

Deng Jiayong's thinking was very active, and he flicked his fingers to shake off the soot: "He doesn't need him to do anything there, he just needs to report the situation to me."

"He is in a hurry to leave now, is it because he said something to Zhong Wenze that shouldn't be said? He is afraid that I will find him if I find out?"

"There must be something in exchange between them. Old Wei must have told him something that shouldn't be said about the counterfeit banknote base."

"otherwise,
Why did Zhong Wenze let his life go? ! "

thought here.

Deng Jiayong scratched his forehead with some headaches, and murmured: "Zhong Wenze, Zhong Wenze, you really are not a f*cking fuel-efficient lamp."

"I gave you 3000 million, and you still want to plot against me behind my back?"

After drawing the above conclusions.

Deng Jiayong immediately picked up the phone and called the base in the United States: "Transfer, you can transfer, restrain and suspend shipments."

no way.

Money matters, should be given or have to be given.

Zhong Wenze has the evidence in his hand, so he can only obey obediently.

While transferring the base, the money was also divided into several sums, and transferred to the account designated by Zhong Wenze through the normal business transactions of his subordinate company.

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The next day.

new York.

Ten o'clock at night.

Old Wei's house.

The old man was sitting in a wheelchair and was watching TV.

"Old Bean."

Old Wei who came back from the outside just said hello to the old man, and then went into the bathroom, ready to take a shower.

Just took off my shirt.

There was a knock on the door.

Old Wei was too troublesome to come out, so he yelled in the bathroom: "Old Dou, go and open the door."

"It's so late at night, why is there still someone looking for you?"

The old man muttered, pushed the wheels of the wheelchair with both hands, and walked towards the door: "Why are you so busy with your business?"

in the bathroom.

Old Wei, who heard the old man's words, suddenly realized that he remembered the phone call with Deng Jiayong yesterday.

Deng Jiayong said that someone would send money over tonight.

I thought about it.

Old Wei came out of the bathroom, ready to talk to them by himself.

Doorway.

"I'm coming."

The old man had already arrived at the door, and reached out to turn the lock: "Don't worry."

The door locks open.

The door slowly opened a gap.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound rang out.

Not the sound of a door lock.

It was the sound of a gun being pulled and loaded.

Old Wei, who was coming out of the bathroom, heard this very familiar voice, suddenly raised his head, his eyes widened.

"No!"

He roared, almost subconsciously running towards the door.

but.

It's too late.

"Da da da"

Loud and rapid rifle shots sounded from outside the door.

The bullet pierced through the wooden door in an instant, bringing up waves of sawdust and holes, and hit the old man in the wheelchair.

Before the old man could react, blood holes burst into his body.

Blood mist splashed.

Under the tremendous power of the bullets, his whole body was shaking uncontrollably while sitting in the wheelchair.

"No!"

Under the powerful firepower, Old Wei could only dodge the sharp edge and jump behind the sofa.

His eyes were bloodshot and red, looking at the old man who was under the hail of bullets, he was furious but helpless.

"Da da da"

A round of shooting is complete.

The gunfire stopped.

There was the click of a magazine change at the door.

There was a brief silence inside and outside.

Countless bullet holes were left on the door panel, and the old man's blood was spattered on the holes.

The wooden door, which had already been bolted open, slowly opened with a "squeak" under the impact of no bullets.

Old Wei poked his head out from behind the sofa.

on a wheelchair.

The old man hung his head down.

His body was already riddled with holes, and blood was flowing from the bullet wound, staining his body red.

Blood seeped into the wheelchair beneath him, dripping through the wheelchair onto the floor, staining the floor red.

The old man, who was not yet dead, raised his head with difficulty, trying to turn his head but couldn't.

Throat "ho ho" sound: "run"

Not finished yet.

His head tilted, and it was completely cool.

"I'm fucking your mother!"

Old Wei stared at the boss, seeing the old man's miserable state, roared hysterically, grabbed the M16 rifle placed on the shelf next to him, and fired wildly at the door like crazy.

He rested his index finger on the trigger and pressed it all the way, moving towards the door as he struck.

A shuttle bullet finished.

Old Wei stretched out his hand to pull the wheelchair, pulled the old man aside, and shook his body with his hand: "Old Dou, Old Dou!"

The old man didn't respond.

Only the blood stained on his hands responded to him with a little burning sensation.

"Crack!"

Doorway.

The sound of the gun being loaded and loaded sounded again.

Doorway.

A man in black came in, pointed the black muzzle of the shotgun in his hand at the place where Wei was speaking, and directly hugged him.

Hearing the sound, Old Wei subconsciously rolled over behind the sofa next to him.

"boom!"

Gunshots.

under close range.

The shotgun hit the old man's body directly, and the huge power directly tore his entire left arm.

Where Old Wei was standing, sparks splashed all over the floor.

"I'll fuck you!"

Old Wei dodged and looked at the blood mist exploding from the old man's body again, the anger in his chest was exaggerated to the extreme, he raised his gun and shot outside.

But there was an empty plane sound.

After one shot.

The man in black pulled back.

"why!"

Old Wei gritted his teeth tightly, and the masseter muscles on both sides of his cheeks were abnormally obvious one by one. He reached out to change the magazine, panted heavily, and asked outside the door with a roar:

"Why, why did you do this!"

"why?"

The man in black asked back: "You should know better than me, right? You don't know what you said to Zhong Wenze?"

"You mother, I didn't say anything!"

Old Wei roared loudly: "I usually treat you well, right? Every time you come to my house, my old man treats you well, why are you fucking treating us like this now?"

"do not blame me!"

The voice of the man in black was extremely indifferent: "I am only following orders, you must die."

"Hahaha"

Old Wei raised his head and laughed loudly, as if he had fallen into madness, he pulled the bolt of the gun and fired a round of bullets at the door.

"Old Wei, surrender."

The tone of the man in black remained indifferent: "I will let you die with dignity, find a cemetery for you two, and walk through the last journey in style."

"I fucking thank you!"

Old Wei roared, pulled the trigger with his fingers, and fired at the door again: "If you want my life, you have to pay for it with your life!"

Doorway.

The man in black drew back and waved decisively at the younger brother beside him:

"kill!"

"Da da da"

Intensive noises sounded from the door.

Armed with rifles, the two shot and suppressed, rushed in, and crazily fired at the sofa where Wei was hiding.

Under gunfire.

The fabric sofa is instantly riddled with sponges when it splashes.

"Puff..Puff"

Old Wei held the rifle in his blood-stained hands, lowered his head and hid behind the sofa, counting silently in his heart.

in a blink.

The gunfire stopped suddenly.

Old Wei suddenly poked out the muzzle of his gun, and pulled the trigger on the two of them, hitting them neatly and accurately.

That is this moment.

Doorway.

The man in black flashed out again, and the shotgun in his hand fired again.

The muzzle of the large-caliber gun filled with smoke, and the flames flickered.

"boom!"

Under the powerful and intensive firepower.

A corner of the fabric sofa burst open, and the scattered firepower splashed on Old Wei's arm, leaving several wounds in an instant.

"You surrender!"

The man in black retracted his body and moved the barrel of the gun expressionlessly: "I will give you a decent way to die!"

His voice was extremely cold: "One more round, you will die!"

"hiss"

Old Wei took a breath, hid behind the sofa, and used his still-moving left hand to change the magazine.

From the wound on the right arm, scorching blood flowed down the arm.

He first looked at the miserable condition of the old man on the side, then at the window, gritted his teeth, suppressed the pain, barely picked up the rifle with his right hand, and pulled the trigger with his left to shoot at the door again.

Under fire suppression.

He quickly moved towards the window.

A shuttle bullet finished.

Old Wei dropped his rifle, opened the window and looked downstairs.

This is on the third floor.

Under the dim light.

Can't see below.

Doorway.

The two younger brothers launched a second round of charge with guns.

"what!"

Old Wei roared, turned over and got out of the window, and jumped down to the place where the residents downstairs had a canopy from memory.

"Da da da"

The sound of rifle fire followed.

The bullets left bullet holes in the wall, one of which hit Wei's thigh.

downstairs.

"boom"

A dull crash sounded.

Old Wei's body hit the canopy, the impact force was cushioned, and he fell to the ground again. After rolling twice, he landed smoothly.

Enduring the pain, he got up and looked back at the window, limped into the shadows, and fled quickly into the alley.

window.

The man in black looked at Old Wei's limping figure: "Chase him, he can't escape."

talking room.

He pressed the window with both hands, jumped out and stood on the window sill, looked at the air conditioner outside the wall on the second floor, and jumped straight down,
after landing.

so back and forth.

After bouncing three times, he landed smoothly and chased after Old Wei in the direction where he disappeared.

window.

The remaining four younger brothers looked at each other, looked at each other, then turned and ran towards the door.

They don't have this means, so they can only walk up the stairs obediently.

alley.

Old Wei ran with a limp, and with every run, the pain from the gunshot wound on his leg intensified a bit.

The warhead embedded in the flesh hits the bone, every time it rubs, it goes deep into the soul like a knife gouging out.

He was panting heavily, and his speed gradually slowed down. The cold sweat on his forehead flowed down his cheeks like beans, falling to the ground and splashing in all directions.

In the alley behind.

The steps of the man in black became more and more clear.

"Fuck you!"

Old Wei shook his head and ran entirely with perseverance, but the distance between the two sides was also rapidly closing.

He looked back.

at the corner.

The figure of the man in black appeared.

There was a wave of despair in Lao Wei's heart.

Just this moment.

A strong arm rested on his shoulder, pulling him into an alley beside him.

With the dim light.

A strange face came into his eyes.

Yellow-skinned man.

The appearance is ordinary, but it is different.

"you"

Old Wei Gang wanted to speak.

"Shh!"

The man made individual vocal gestures at him, signaling him to stand here, and then disappeared himself, leaving him standing where he was.

now.

Old Wei was standing at the fork in this alley.

behind him.

Just a dead end.

When he wanted to run again, the man in black had already chased after him. Old Wei smiled in despair, and simply stopped running.

The man in black looked at Old Wei who was standing at the entrance of Dead Beard, and then stopped:
"What? Don't you run away?"

"Stop running!"

Old Wei was leaning against the wall, half arched at the waist, panting heavily: "I can't run anymore, and I'm tired from running."

He reached out to take out the crumpled cigarette in his pocket, pressed the lighter with trembling palms, and pressed it several times before lighting the cigarette.

"hiss"

Old Wei smoked his cigarette with squinted eyes, looked at the blood-stained body of the cigarette, and his eyes fell on the man in black:

"Have you thought about it, will you kill me?"

"Yes!"

The man in black couldn't deny it: "If you don't die, I can't do business!"

"Ha ha!"

Old Wei licked his dry lips, and a few puffs of smoke came out of his nostrils: "It's really interesting, he actually asked you to kill me."

The man in black is an apprentice brought out by Old Wei.

"do not blame me!"

The man in black took out the pistol on his back, loaded it, and pointed the gun at Old Wei: "Finish this cigarette, let's go."

"thank you!"

Old Wei raised his head and exhaled a slender smoke thread, which was instantly blown away by the breeze.

He narrowed his eyes in despair: "Unexpectedly, I would end up like this in the end."

"I never betrayed him, but he wants my life!"

He stifled the cigarette in his hand heavily, and his eyes fell on the man in black again: "Come on."

Suddenly.

Old Wei's eyes flickered.

The line of sight shifted.

Behind the man in black.

The man who pulled him close to the dead end just now appeared behind the man in black like a ghost without making a sound.

The two sides kept a distance of three or four meters.

The man's tall body was elongated by the street lamp, and his shadow was reflected on the ground.

A long and narrow dagger appeared between his fingers, and the sharp blade shone coldly under the light.

Unconsciously, the man in black pressed his finger on the trigger and pulled it slowly:

"Let's go!"

The tall man moved.

The dagger held between his right hands was thrown out suddenly.

"call out!"

The sound of breaking wind sounded.

The long and narrow dagger flew rapidly from the air.

(End of this chapter)