I come from the abyss

The Hong Kong government administration building, the parliament dispersed, and everyone left one after another. The major case concerning the personal freedom of nearly 1000 people imprisoned in the St. Mary’s Women’s Church in Sham Shui Po, as well as the large amount of arms and drugs searched from the church, are fully handed over to the police station. investigation, and the police station needs to cooperate with Zhou Yan's actions.

Late at night, the administration building is brightly lit.

Administrative vehicles filled the parking lot, and department staff worked overtime overnight, with hurried steps and people coming and going.

Li Zan slammed the car door, with a face full of frost, quickly entered the administrative building, pushed open the temporary office prepared by Gangcheng for Zhou Yan, dragged the chair behind him, and sat down, staring at Zhou Yan: " Jiang Heng didn't come to look for you, or did you design Jiang Heng? Or did you act without telling me?"

Zhou Yan calmly made a cup of strong tea and handed it to Li Zan: "Jiang Heng told me that he had to be prepared. It is not ideal to arrest 'Mr. Song' with the video from 18 years ago. He guessed that the video was seriously damaged. It should be difficult to restore, after all, the quality of things ten or twenty years ago cannot stand the ravages of time."

Li Zan: "So he volunteered to go deep into the tiger's den? Is he not afraid of me becoming a widow?"

Zhou Yan choked on the tea, and managed to stop his violent coughing and said, "No way! Jiang Heng said that he had been with Jin Xinyue before, and he was well versed in the behavior of certain drug lords over there, and he also had ways to deal with it."

Li Zan wondered, "With thirty or forty hostages in hand, how can he deal with it with bare hands?"

Zhou Yan's eyes flickered.

Li Zan kicked the desk hard: "Speak!"

Zhou Yan shivered pretentiously, and picked up the tea mug to cover his face: "Jiang Heng is a businessman, he knows that Mr. Song wants to trade in the Hong Kong stock market, and he doesn't have enough Hong Kong dollars, let alone any of the world's top richest people who are so stupid as to be here. It’s time to help him snipe Hong Kong dollars, but he needs money. Where does the money come from? Rich businessmen in Hong Kong are ready-made cash machines. So after you got the information that there are a lot of mercenaries and ammunition hidden in the Garden of Eden, Jiang Heng guessed Mr. Song will attack all wealthy businessmen in Hong Kong."

"However, there are mistakes in horses and mistakes in people. Jiang Heng thought he would kidnap the four richest men in Hong Kong City at most, so he made some preparations in advance, and deliberately got close to Zhao Xi from Changhong Real Estate. Who knew that the enemy's appetite was so big. They actually kidnapped most of the wealthy businessmen in Hong Kong City."

"How does it end now?"

"Jiang Heng has a locator implanted in his skin."

"Why isn't there a rescue operation yet?"

"To scare the snake away. You have to wait for the Hong Kong stock market to be turbulent before you can track down which account the funds flowed into, and use this to track down the mastermind behind the scenes."

"Who doesn't have a fake account yet? Who can be traced to an overseas stranger's account?"

"It's true that we can't find it normally, but now the dog is in a hurry, the enemy has no time to cover up his account with a large amount of money, and the amount of money he earned from shorting the stock market is too large, the other party will definitely not just use an account that is not stable. Let's start again The church's account book checks over the years, tracing back to the source, will definitely be able to find out the true identity of 'Mr. Song'."

What Zhou Yan said is indeed a method.

"How long have you been planning this plan?"

"It's been a long time." Zhou Yan thought for a while, took a sip of strong tea and smiled: "The reason for choosing Jiang Heng is also because of you, and the other reason is you. I'm not sure whether the plan will go smoothly if I hide it from you. If it can be solved as soon as possible and in a low-key way, who knows that people can kidnap dozens of rich people in such a frenzied manner?"

"What's going on with Mr. Zheng and Zheng Haosi?"

"Only Zheng Haosi is an idiot."

"Tell me in detail."

"Member Zheng and the Zhao family of Changhong Real Estate have achieved each other and supported each other. The former wants to specialize in this position, and the latter also hopes that the person sitting in this position has a close relationship with them, and they have good ears and eyes, and their heart is for the motherland. As for Zheng Haosi... He took refuge in 'Mr. Song' and betrayed his relatives."

"A fool indeed."

After being quiet for a while, Li Zan frowned and asked, "How long will it take?"

"Didn't you give time?"

"When will I—"

Li Zan froze, remembering the seven days he gave Mr. Song.

"I see."

can afford to wait.

***

On March 11, the sky was clear and clear.

The Hong Kong City Police Station received calls to the police from wealthy businessmen in Hong Kong, claiming that their family members had been kidnapped by gangsters, with unknown life and death and unknown purpose.The police station took over the case and began to investigate, but found that there was a serious shortage of manpower. Most of the [-] police officers in Hong Kong City went out to deal with the never-ending criminal fights in the streets and alleys.

On the same day, a large number of Hong Kong dollars were sold, and the Hang Seng Index fell, attracting the attention of people from all walks of life.

But it was fairly calm at the moment, at least on the surface.

On November 11th, the scorching sun was in the sky.

More and more criminal cases occurred in the streets and alleys, the police system was insufficient, and a large number of citizens were harassed by gangsters and gangs, which affected their livelihoods.

Major TV stations and weekly newspapers noticed this unusual situation, and began to make their own speculations and reports.

This city, one of the freest economies in the world, has been hit by economic attacks and unprecedented disasters, and because of its special political status, it can become a pawn in the game of great powers, so it has attracted global attention.

Shrewd and vicious economists speculated that some financial crocodile had learned from the 98 financial crisis and tried to empty the port city, and published analysis articles based on the current data, which became popular in Bluebird's hot searches.

On November 11, the transaction volume of Double Eleven broke a record in the Mainland, which briefly attracted the attention of people all over the world.

The weather was cloudy and the temperature became cooler that day. The forces attacking the Hong Kong stock market were undisguised, and the street riots became more serious. At night, gangsters burned innocent citizens to death, forcing the Chief Executive to come forward to condemn the criminals and promise to launch anti-terrorism operations. Special police stop street riots.

As a result, the police system is on the verge of collapse.

A reporter snooped out the anomaly, took a video of the riot and sent it to Bluebird. At 12:[-] a.m. after the Double Eleven festival harvest, it became a hot topic on Bluebird. Whether the government can't bear the pressure and asks China Y to intervene.

Once requested, it will be a major change in the international situation.

On the 12th, the situation in Hong Kong City worsened. The attackers suddenly took off their camouflage, bared their fangs, and made no secret of their wolfish ambition to tear down a large piece of Hong Kong City's finance.

The citizens panicked, the mainland paid attention, and foreign countries focused their attention here, and Hong Kong City became the focus.

On the 13th, the financial situation in Hong Kong City was anxious, and the Hang Seng Index continued to fall. The Hong Kong government counterattacked, and the Hang Seng Index temporarily stabilized.

On the 14th and 15th... the top rich businessmen in Hong Kong disappeared, and the funds that caused the financial crisis in Hong Kong were revealed to come from the families of the top rich people. People were suddenly uneasy, and the Hang Seng Index loosened and fell.

To the 16th, the last day of the term, at three o'clock in the morning, at the Harbor Civic Center.

The door of Zhou Yan's temporary office was knocked open, and the visitors couldn't help feeling nervous when they saw Li Zan, the chief of the police department and other big bosses inside. After calming down, they reported: "A large amount of funds have been tracked down. It's an account in a small country. The name of the account holder is Lukes. At the same time, it was also traced that several huge sums of money have been remitted to the account in recent years, transferred through Xiangyang Group, and then remitted to an account named Cheng Katie. Cheng Katie’s funds came from various sources. There are different scattered accounts. After checking, these accounts are all real accounts with real names, and they are very familiar, and they are all more than 1000 victims imprisoned in the St. Mary's Church."

Zhou Yan frowned: "What I want to know is who holds the account?"

The result of the report finally pointed to 'Mr. Song', but did not reveal his true identity. Poor Cheng Katie died and was used like this, which is unlucky enough.

"After checking by our computer experts, in recent years, a total of thirteen huge sums of money have been transferred out of this account. The list of recipients of the money includes dignitaries in the business, political, and educational circles of the Hong Kong government, as well as gangsters from the bottom gangs. Boss. From the investigation of these people's interpersonal relationships, we found that there is only one person who has interests with them at the same time."

"Who?"

"Member of the Department of Justice, Zhou Shouheng."

Li Zan was both surprised and expected when he heard the name.

Zhou Shouheng looked in his forties, but he was actually close to fifty. In terms of age, he was quite similar to Mr. Song, and he was very active in promoting the bill of land reclamation. He not only participated in the whole process, but also easily manipulated the bill at the core level. result.

"Zhou Shouheng is the Secretary of Justice. For more than ten years, he has been using gangster associations and pornography industry chains to help him collect information about his opponents. By doing so, he also used his own power to help his own people get rid of crimes. Over the years, he has covered many underworld and economic criminals. , causing extremely bad effects, and criminal evidence in this regard is also being collected.”

"Okay." Zhou Yan got up, knocked on the table, and signaled everyone: "Everyone, it's time to start work!"

"Xu Chu, please send out the anti-terrorism special police team to rescue the hostages with Team Li." Zhou Yan said warmly to the chief of the police department, and the next second he spoke harshly: "Li Zan, if you lead the team to capture Zhou Shouheng, it will blow up on the spot. Do you have to make a video of the fireworks and record them?!"

"Understood!" Li Zan held his head high, his body tall and straight, with a dignified upright air, and then he pulled his lips and smiled, revealing a pair of smiling eyes: "Captain Zhou, please eat hot pot after the matter is over."

Zhou Yan couldn't help laughing, grabbed the police cap on the table and threw it over: "Get lost."

Li Zan took the hat and turned around to leave, leaving Xu Chu, the director of the police department, with a serious face, saying that the police were short of manpower, and if the anti-terrorist special police team was transferred, it might not be able to suppress the rioting associations on the streets.

Zhou Yan: "Why do you need to ask the Buddha to suppress little ghosts?"

Xu Chu was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

Zhou Yan: "Just find some big ghosts and eat them."

***

In winter, the days are short and the nights are long. It is not yet light at [-] o'clock in the morning. The night sky is covered with dark clouds and the cold wind is bleak.

Hutchison Headquarters.

One by one, the subordinates came back and reported to Bergamot Wen: "The hair shampoo shop and massage shop in the North District were blocked by anti-pornography, and the girls and brothers inside were taken to the police station."

"The KTV in Wanchai District was also blocked by the police. Our people were all in the police station, and the informant couldn't spread any news."

"Kowloon District...", "Eastern District..."... All the shops under the name of Hutchison and Number Gang were blocked in the name of anti-pornography, and all the staff were tortured away. Xiao Yu let him go after he finished his profit, and the bribed police suddenly couldn't get in touch. He tried to find the big boss but found that there was no contact information. Bergamot Wen was horrified.

"Damn those cops! We just rushed into the police station and burned it, anyway, they can't control us now!"

"Idiot!" Bergamot smashed the thermos bottle in his hand on the forehead of his subordinate: "I asked you to disturb the sight of the police, not to let you really have sex with the police, unless you don't want to stay in Hong Kong City in the future!"

"I'm sorry, Uncle Wen." The subordinate bowed his head and apologized.

Bergamot Wensong breathes slowly and quickly: "The store can be reopened after it is closed. If people are arrested, just fish them out. Don't mess around. We just need to create riots."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Dao Scarying, the boss of the number gang, rushing in in embarrassment, his eyes were bloodshot, he stared at Buddha's hand, and squeezed each word out between his teeth: "Buddha, my brother has been attacked!"

Buddha's hand expression changed: "What's going on?"

"Xinji!" Dao Scarying gritted his teeth: "Chen Laogou pretended to ignore the disputes in Jianghu before, but in private, he summoned scattered gangs to sneak into the ranks of Hutchison and Number Gang. Saved many undercover agents and our enemies. At three or four o’clock in the morning, I didn’t know what signal to receive, and suddenly walked from the dark to the bright, blatantly dealing with our people, including the demonstration team we bought!”

"The people who attacked us by surprise, the police watching on the other side pretended not to see them. When the results came out, they would show up immediately and arrest them all and put them in prison for fighting!"

Buddha's hand flickered: "Have all the hands been caught?"

Dao Scarying's face was ashen and defeated: "The people who stay are not good enough."

Bergamot squeezed his hands tightly, and then loosened them quietly. His gaze on Dao Scarying was particularly cold. Anyway, he had already got Xiangyang Group from Huo Wenying, and he had washed his hands long ago. It had nothing to do with Hutchison and Number Gang.

Thinking of this, Bergamot relaxed his heart, and put on an angry and forbearing look on his face.

"The Hong Kong government, the police and Xinji have cooperated to counterattack us. I have to say that the effect is indeed remarkable. However, after many days of silence, the sudden counterattack and the violent offensive always feel that something is wrong. The big shots above have also cut off contact with me... After pondering for a moment, Buddha's hand said: "First avoid the limelight and hide."

Dao Scarying and Bergamot are both partners and competitors. After more than ten years of fighting, they don't understand his character, so they immediately became suspicious: "You don't seem to be in a hurry."

The bergamot face was calm: "You don't believe me? We are on the same boat now. If the boat capsizes, I won't be much better off."

Dao Scarying sneered: "You're right, but what if the boat didn't capsize and I fell into the water?"

Bergamot Wen was surprised: "Why do you say that? Of course I will help you deal with the funeral."

Dao Scarying's face changed drastically, and he drew his gun and shot at Buddha's hand. There was a bang, smoke came out from the muzzle, and sticky blood dripped all over the ground. The piercing cries of pain were swallowed back into his stomach.

"Buddha script, you dare to be a boy!"

Bergamot sneered: "You were the one who was arrested, you were the one who encouraged those social scum to stab people in the streets, you were the one who attacked the police, and you were the one who forced people into prostitution. It has something to do with me? You figure it out, you are the one who broke the law. What does it have to do with me and our big boss? But I guess you know what to say and what not to say, and you are a fool of the Tao. For the sake of the family, even if you know you are responsible, you have to keep your mouth shut."

With her hands bound, Dao Scarying struggled angrily, her eyes were full of hatred and murderous intent, she cursed dirtyly, but her body could not move.

Buddhist script: "Call the police. Just say that the leader of the troubled Hong Kong City is here."

After saying that, he asked someone to bring Huo Wenying over again.

Entering the living room, Huo Wenying saw the situation clearly, guessed the result at once, and said when he passed Dao Scarying, "Betrayed?"

Dao Scarying spat at him: "You son of a bitch! Give up your father's property to this poisonous snake. If you were my son, you would have been hacked to death by me!"

Huo Wenying smiled, "Thank God, you are not."

He generously stood opposite the bergamot, poured himself a cup of tea, and after drinking three cups quenched his throat thirst, he said: "Uncle Wen called me here in person. Is he finally moved by the wealth I sincerely offered, or is he still thinking about it?" My father's friendship, are you going to let me go?"

Buddhist script: "Xiao Huo, do you know the old man Chen from Xinji?"

Huo Wenying: "Who doesn't know Boss Chen from Xinji? It's just that I know him, and he doesn't know me."

Bergamot looked at him with a smile: "Xinji Oriole is behind, suddenly outflanked Heji and Number Gang, and almost took my property away."

Huo Wenying: "You have the Xiangyang Group, which is a legitimate business, and you don't care what those black zone industries do? You won't grab it with both hands and swallow both? No, Uncle Wen, being too greedy will kill your life."

Buddhist script: "Where is that concubine next to you? You have been missing for many days, and he has not come to look for you."

Huo Wenying looked directly at the probing eyes of the bergamot: "He waits downstairs every day, you really don't know?"

Cheng Bei contacted old man Chen to deal with outside affairs in private, but he wandered around every day, trying to rescue him. Huo Wenying didn't believe in bergamot and didn't know what Cheng Bei was making.

Bergamot Wen immediately turned his head and asked his right and left arm. After getting an affirmative reply, he said hypocritically that he just found out, and that he had brought a lawyer. He only needs Huo Wenying himself to sign the last agreement to make Xiangyang Group completely belong to him: "I don't It will be too extreme, and you will get a sum of money at that time, but you cannot continue to stay in Hong Kong City."

Huo Wenying smiled bluntly, took a look at the property rights transfer agreement drawn up by the lawyer, and couldn't help but sneer when he saw a certain date: "Why did the transfer of the Huo Group in 2016 due to poor capital turnover... actually forged the date to two years Before, when my father was not dead, you would make up a reason."

Buddhist script: "Hurry up and sign, so I can send you back to have breakfast."

Surrounded by bergamot urgings, threats of several cold guns, and Dao Scarying's strong dissuasion, Huo Wenying seemed to know that he had no way out, so he could only sign the last agreement with a cold face.

After signing, Huo Wenying asked: "Do I need to be there in person for notarization?"

Buddhist script: "Don't bother, it's already done."

Huo Wenying showed surprise: "You bribed? Since it has been notarized, why do you need me to sign the agreement?"

Bergamot got the company and was in a good mood, so he didn't mind answering Huo Wenying's question: "Just in case."

Huo Wenying mocked: "It's because I'm afraid I'll go back and sue."

Buddhist script: "My nephew is smart."

Huo Wenying stiffened his back and looked at him coldly. After a while, the ice in his eyes suddenly melted, and his spirit visibly relaxed. He leaned leisurely on the back of the chair, with a relaxed and happy smile on his lips.

Bergamot was suspicious, and when he was about to open his mouth to test, he heard the sirens outside. His subordinates lamented that it took less than 10 minutes for them to call the police. When did these police officers become so efficient?

Soon the police came to the door and took Dao Scarying away. Huo Wenying got up and said goodbye to Buddha's hand, and walked towards the door.

Cheng Bei suddenly appeared, smiled at Huo Wenying, and the two walked out side by side. A large number of policemen poured in. The bergamot felt that something was wrong, but before he could figure it out, he was blocked by an arrest warrant: "Hello, Mr. Wen, we It has been investigated that Xiangyang Group under your name has funds from unknown sources related to a major criminal case, please come with us."

Fu Shouwen lowered his face, and suddenly looked at the door, where Huo Wenying was standing there looking at him mockingly.

He was played!

"Hahahahaha... The retribution is not good!!" Dao Scarying laughed heartily, especially cooperating with the police to be taken away.

Bergamot's subordinates tried to resist with guns, but were restrained by the police who had been monitoring them for many days in advance.

Downstairs in the car, Cheng Bei handed Huo Wenying hot soy milk and meat buns, while talking about recent events: "The St. Mary's Church was taken away, and the victims were basically rescued, but Mr. He also summoned three religions and nine streams to create chaos and consume police force, but it has now been resolved by Xinji."

"Hutchison and Number Gang use the media to make a big fuss, pretending to be ordinary citizens to demonstrate in the name of environmental protection and animal protection and not to develop new areas. Once the police resort to violent suppression, they will be criticized for harming ordinary citizens. There is a lot of noise on the Internet. Xinji finds brothers in the underworld to solve the predicament."

"What about you?"

Huo Wenying: "My business is also going well. Bergamot has a suspicious personality. He wants Xiangyang Group and sees my straightforwardness. He is afraid of fraud. He consulted with relevant lawyers and consulted before finally signing all the agreements. The company's accident has been completely implicated. to me."

Ever since he knew that the land of St. Mary's Women's Church belonged to Huo Jingshan, Huo Wenying began to doubt the relationship between the Xiangyang Group founded by Huo Jingshan and Mr. Song, so he made an in-depth investigation and found that there was a big problem with the company's dark accounts. A large amount of money is unknown, so it is speculated that Xiangyang Group is likely to be involved in money laundering.

Taking this as a breakthrough, investigate and clarify the purpose of Heji and the number gang, as well as their manpower and strength distribution, and convey important information to Xinji through Cheng Bei who wanders downstairs every day.

When dealing with Hutchison and Number Gang at the same time, Xinji was able to gain momentum.

"Buddha's appetite is too great. If you swallow the Xiangyang Group, you will inevitably fall into the quagmire of the Garden of Eden." Huo Wenying pulled out a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth: "I wish him good luck."

"Don't chew while eating." Cheng Bei glanced across.

Huo Wenying took off the cigarette and changed the straw to bite, "Where is Captain Li?"

"The rescuer has gone."

***

A car stopped at the entrance of an abandoned chemical factory in the suburbs of Tseung Kwan O. Three people got out of the car, wearing jackets, holsters on their thighs, and submachine guns in their arms. Open a large number of reaction vessels, cooling towers and fans, and push open the big iron gate of an abandoned factory inside. There are piles of plastic barrels and paint cans piled up like mountains. When you bypass the hills of waste, you can see three special ones piled up in the open space. A large barrel made of raw materials, filled with a yellow-brown liquid that cannot be seen from the raw materials.

Above the vat is the corridor on the second floor paved with hollow iron sheets. Nearly [-] hostages are tied to the railings. The stairs leading to the second floor are under strict surveillance. On the third floor are the bosses and the elites who control the finance of the empty port city. .

The three of them crossed the second floor, said a few words to the hostage guards, in a language that the hostages could not understand, and then went upstairs to report the current situation to the big boss.

In the corner where the hostages were tied, Zhao Xi craned his neck in disgrace to see the three returning mercenaries, then turned his head and said seriously: "There is good news."

Jiang Heng was rehearsing a self-help method in his mind, and he replied casually: "How do you say it?"

Zhao Xi: "The people who went out to explore the way came back with serious expressions. They saw that there was no good news. It is good news for us that they have no news!"

Jiang Heng made a few perfunctory remarks, and suddenly said, "It's 06:30 now."

Zhao Xi was not sure: "Should?"

Jiang Heng: "It's almost dawn."

Zhao Xi oh oh, and the two fell into silence.

After a while, Zhao Xi: "So?"

Jiang Heng: "There is no monitoring in the abandoned chemical plant, which is good for self-help and survival. They will take us back to the house where we were detained. I have observed that one of the walls of the house is relatively thin. There is a drainage pipe from the chemical plant in the wall, which should lead to Tseung Kwan O Bay. If I remember correctly, there are dolphins in this sea area, and it is a sea area of ​​great concern to animal protection. Almost every day, people come to check on the dolphins, so you can crawl along the drainage pipes to the bay and ask them for help."

The drainage pipes of chemical factories are particularly spacious, enough to accommodate a grown man, especially since the drainage pipes of chemical factories have long been abandoned and there are no sundries.

Zhao Xi said in a low voice, "But every hour someone comes to check on the hostages, and there will be a sound when they hit the wall."

"It will rain today."

Zhao Xi was surprised: "How do you know?"

Jiang Heng: "There was thunder around two o'clock in the middle of the night."

Zhao Xi, who had fallen asleep, said, "..." Embarrassed.

Jiang Heng raised his head and looked up: "You can convince other people later that Mr. Song has no intention of letting go of the hostages. He still needs to take the hostages to help him leave Hong Kong City. Once we go out of the Chinese border, our lives are really in danger."

Zhao Xi's face was serious: "Understood."

The hostages were escorted back to the narrow secret room, and at this moment it was 07:30 in the morning, the sky was as gloomy as late at night, and the invisible sky was wrapped in layers of thunderclouds, as if they were overwhelmed and about to fall down , The wind was strong, and the black waves were churning. The intensity was as intense as the Hong Kong City stock market that was so anxious to ignite at this moment.

click-

Rumble!

Purple-white lightning pierced through the thunderclouds, followed by thunderous thunder. Using the cover of the thunder, they dug through the wall, drilled in and smashed the dilapidated drainage pipes, and Zhao Xi organized the hostages to climb into the drainage pipes.

Zhao Xi was last in the row, rubbing his hands and said excitedly: "It seems that I am performing "The Shawshank Redemption". After I get out, I will post this fantasy adventure on my blog!"

After saying that, he got into the wall, squatted in the drain pipe and was about to go in when he found Jiang Heng lifting a stone to block the hole in the wall. Zhao Xi asked in surprise, "Brother Jiang, are you not running?"

Jiang Heng: "I'm at the back."

Zhao Xi wanted to say something else, but the entrance of the cave was blocked by Jiang Heng, so he had no choice but to crawl to the exit with the army.

Jiang Heng was the only person left in the secret room. At nearly eight o'clock, someone came to check on the hostages. He stood outside the door and saw through the small window that the inside was empty. He was startled, and hurriedly opened the door and stepped in. He was hit hard on the head immediately. The body immediately fell to the ground, and before he could recover, he was hit with a stick, and passed out completely.

Jiang Heng took the firearms from him, took off his jacket and scarf-style mask and put it on himself, covered the lower half of his face, walked out swaggeringly, and locked the door firmly.

At the top of the stairs, a mercenary with deep eyes and high nose asked Jiang Heng in a small language. He kept scanning him suspiciously, and his abnormal behavior attracted the attention of other accomplices.

Jiang Heng answered every question of the mercenary clearly in oral language, raised his index finger and pointed to the secret room where the hostages were held, and then pointed to the third floor, indicating that he wanted to see the boss.

The mercenaries deliberately used Pashto, the official language of Afghanistan, to test Jiang Heng. The standard pronunciation of the reply also included local slang and swear words. Even if he is not a local, he must have been in the local area for a few years. : "The boss is not easy to see people."

Jiang Heng's Cantonese also has an accent: "A hostage surnamed Jiang asked me to speak, and it has something to do with the attack on Hong Kong City Finance."

The mercenaries knew that their happy life for the rest of their lives would be in the battle of shorting finance, so they were particularly concerned about it, so they agreed to go upstairs to ask the boss after not thinking too long.

Jiang Heng stayed where he was and waited patiently.

After a while, the mercenary came down: "Let's go."

Jiang Heng went upstairs and entered the office after his weapons were confiscated. The room was empty and dark. There was a set of matching desks and chairs and large floor-to-ceiling windows facing the door. The curtains were wide open, and one could see the dark clouds in the sky, the vast wasteland, the wild grass, and the wind blowing the grass. , looking forward, a large off-white cooling water tower stands on the ground, combined with the wasteland in the distance to form a cyberpunk industrial aesthetic.

Behind the desk is the mysterious 'Mr. Song' sitting on the boss's chair, with his back to the door, surrounded by heavily armed mercenaries.

"What did Jiang Heng say?"

"He said that the combined assets of all wealthy businessmen in Hong Kong cannot short the stock market in Hong Kong City, and they cannot compete with the nearly 5000 billion foreign exchange reserves. What's more, those wealthy businessmen have huge families with too many properties and thousands of branches. It is impossible to use all their wealth to help you. Unless Jiang Heng contacted the family and mobilized all the family property to help you."

"He will also say that the rich family has thousands of branches, how can you be sure that he will do his best to help me as soon as he opens his mouth?"

"The Jiang family respects the patriarch of the family. Jiang Heng is the patriarch of this generation. Once his order is issued, the Jiang family will obey it unconditionally."

'Mr. Song' fell silent, and asked after a while: "What conditions does he want?"

"Meet you in person and talk about cooperation."

"What is the content of the collaboration?"

"He didn't say."

"You can say it now, Jiang Sheng."

"..."

Jiang Heng smiled and took off the scarf-style mask: "Song Sheng has eyesight and ears, so I can't hide it from you."

As soon as the words fell, the mercenaries on both sides immediately pointed guns at him.

Jiang Heng: "The way of hospitality is not very good. Song Sheng has lived in China for more than ten years and hasn't learned basic etiquette?"

Mr. Song smiled loudly: "Why didn't I know you were such an interesting person before?"

Jiang Heng: "No fate is a good thing."

Mr. Song: "Jiang Heng, Jiang Sheng? I remember that a little girl killed by Wan Qianshan a few years ago is somewhat similar to you, with the same name and appearance."

The corner of Jiang Heng's lips pressed down: "Mr. Song used to be a drug boss in Jin Xinyue and also served as a soldier. Later, he set up camp in a drug village, got married and had children, but unfortunately he was not trusted by his father-in-law. He almost wanted to kill his father. As a result, Ducun was first reported and arrested by an undercover agent, and when the undercover agent handed over tasks to the local police, the place where the drug dealers were held was caught in a raging fire, burning everyone to death."

"At that time, a drug transportation team was away from home and happened to escape the disaster. Afterwards, they blamed the undercover for the death of their relatives and planned a cross-century criminal case of murdering the anti-drug police. After that, 'Mr. Song' became famous and resounded throughout the world. International, being hunted for 18 years and still at large abroad, Mr. Song is a blessing in disguise—"

"Does it count as getting promoted, getting rich and killing your wife and children?"

Mr. Song slammed the ashtray by the table at Jiang Heng, bang!Snapped!After two sounds, the ashtray was broken into pieces. Jiang Heng glanced at the shards of glass, and looked up at Mr. Song, who was also wearing a scarf-style mask to cover part of his face. He felt that his eyebrows and eyes were very familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere.

"Is it balanced?"

Jiang Heng raised his eyebrows, a bit like Li Zan.

"You hate me for mentioning Jiang Yun and trying to provoke me through my dead wife and children. Did my reaction give you psychological balance?" Mr. Song leaned back in his chair and looked at Jiang Heng leisurely: "This is what I learned. Chinese etiquette."

Jiang Heng laughed: "We should have met."

Mr. Song: "Talk about your cooperation."

Jiang Heng was still smiling, with a gentle appearance, but he was interrupted by someone rushing in after opening the door: "Boss! The hostages have escaped!"

A person followed behind: "The wall of the secret room was dug through, and the hostage ran away along the drainage pipe!"

Mr. Song looked at Jiang Heng sharply, and the latter lowered his eyes, not provocative at this time.

"Send someone to wait at the exit, and kill the first three people to come out! Kill the chicken to make an example to the monkey!"

Before the words were finished, someone rushed in again: "Here we come! The messenger is here!"

At the same time, there was a bang, and lightning pierced the dark sky, illuminating the world. After the thunder stopped, the piercing siren sounded from far to near. Mr. Song looked back, but saw a car in the distance on the winding road surrounded by wild grass. A police car came at full speed.

Mr. Song pointed at Jiang Heng: "Grab him!"

The five mercenaries in the room immediately drew their guns, but Jiang Heng was a step behind. He first drew his gun and shot at Mr. Song in the center, and at the same time pulled the arm of the mercenary beside him to block him as a human shield, holding him back. The dead body moved forward, and the brain of the mercenary less than three meters in front of him was shot, and the corpse in his hand was thrown away. He nimbly rolled towards the desk and other obstacles, and was about to rush to Mr. Song to catch him. He was caught off guard Facing the opponent's muzzle, the brass-colored bullet almost pierced his shoulder. Fortunately, he dodged fast enough and only wiped away the blood on one arm.

The mercenaries guarded Mr. Song and walked outside. Jiang Heng wanted to chase after him, but was surrounded in the room. A dozen mercenaries quickly gathered at the door, and fierce gunfire shot at his position frantically. The sound of "歘", the next moment there was a loud bang and the glass shattered to the ground.

Jiang Heng's tall body was curled up behind the strongest desk. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a grenade rolling to his feet. His pupils shrank sharply, his mind went blank, and he bumped forward without thinking—boom!The flames shot into the sky, and the explosion almost destroyed the entire room. Jiang Heng fell to the ground with glass shards, and hot sparks fell from the sky, burning his skin.

Jiang Heng had no time to worry about his injuries, so he quickly hid with his broken arm.

The flames were faint, the smoke cleared, Mr. Song's figure appeared at the window, and Jiang Heng couldn't be seen all around: "We must catch Jiang Heng!"

His subordinates persuaded him to leave, and Mr. Song took off his mask to reveal the exact same face as Zhou Shouheng.

Zhou Shouheng: "We'll talk when we catch someone."

Subordinate: "The elites who sniped Hong Kong City's stock market are still on the third floor. Have you informed them to evacuate?"

Zhou Shouheng: "Don't worry about them, let them continue. If you don't get the target amount, you can't lose money. Lead someone to open the arsenal and kill the group of policemen who get in the way!"

The cold wind blows the face with rain as thin as a cow's hair, and the dark clouds fall to the top of the cooling water tower. An armor-piercing projectile appeared in the distance of the glass, Li Zan slammed the steering wheel out of conditioned reflex, and passed by the armor-piercing projectile—boom!There was a loud bang, and the heat wave came with the shock wave, overturning the nearest cars and blocking the supporting police cars behind.

Li Zan climbed out of the overturned vehicle and lay on the ground not far away. The car behind him exploded suddenly, and the debris rained down in all directions. One of them grazed Li Zan's arm, and the scorching flames burned his arm. The pain kept him still wide awake.

"There is an ambush! Everyone get out of the car and find a good cover to attack!"

There was a rustling sound from the walkie-talkie, and the connection was cut off with a click. Li Zan cursed lowly, threw away the walkie-talkie, got up, and lurked into the abandoned chemical plant through obstacles and firelight.

There are thick iron pipes and iron frames all around the cooling water tower. Li Zan retracted his gun, climbed up the iron pipes and iron frames, climbed over the iron railings and entered the top of the water tower. It is about [-] square meters, which is quite spacious.

At this time, the rain is getting denser, and the lightning and thunder are getting more and more crazy, as if it is about to have a torrential rainstorm.

The wind blew up Li Zan's hair, revealing a fair nape of his neck.

Li Zan squinted at the waste