Chapter 444

"Duan Kun must die!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Ziwei looked at He Xie and said categorically.

"Duan Kun must not be allowed to see the eight faced Buddha alive!" He said.

"You are a big man." He laughed and said, "you has the final say."

Zhang Ziwei smiled and pointed to he evil way: "wait for me."

He took his cell phone and went aside.

Five minutes later, Zhang Ziwei spoke to more than a dozen other men he followed. These people left one after another. He stood not far away and waved to he evil, motioning him to follow.

"Mina, they went to the hospital to get the body. I asked them to help first." When Zhang Ziwei saw he Xie come up to him, he explained, "are we going to find Duan Kun?"

He handed He Xie a gun.

"Glock 19?" He Xie took it, checked it neatly, and put it on his waist.

"Very sharp?" Zhang Ziwei smiled at He Xie's eyes and came all the way. He Xie's identity has always been a mystery to him.

This man is too mysterious.

However, he Xie gave him a good feeling, at least he could talk. What he said to him was not that much in five years.

"Basic operations“ He Xie smiled.

"CARMENA is ready, right ahead. We...... "Zhang Ziwei turned and left, but after several steps, he found that he Xie didn't follow up.

He showed a puzzled expression.

"Since you're here to kill the eight faced Buddha, don't use anything related to him." He evil way, "you can trust Mina, just as Mina also believes in his father."

Zhang Ziwei was stunned and immediately frowned.

He ignored that.

He blamed himself, endured it for five years, and was about to be released. He was a little forgetful.

"But it's hard to take a taxi around here." He smiled at He Xie.

He Xie looked around and pointed to a pickup truck not far away.

Zhang Ziwei held out his hand and looked like you were teasing me.

He Xie nodded to him with a smile.

Two minutes later, the pickup truck made a low roar and ran out.

He Xie was driving.

"You can steal cars, shoot, and have good skills. You must have been a killer before!" Zhang Ziwei sat in the passenger car, but he still couldn't slow down.

"I'm crazy!" He laughed at himself. "I'm a policeman. I stole a car with you!"

"I'll kill later." What evil way.

"Thanks for reminding!" Zhang Ziwei rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I can't go back to the police force in my life."

Tone with a touch of regret.

"Where are you going?" He Xie asked.

"Kwai Chung pier." Zhang Ziwei said, "I heard that he rented a boat to wanwan tonight. I've dealt with the boss of the ferry before. I know he will go..."

In the middle of his speech, Zhang Ziwei shut up, turned back and said in surprise, "do you know the way? Have you been to Hong Kong Island before? "

He was surprised to find that he Xie suddenly turned left and was heading for the Kwai Chung pier.

"I used to be a policeman," He Xie said with emotion. "The head of the security branch was also a powerful man on Hong Kong Island."

Zhang Ziwei stared at He Xie for a long time.

"Shit!" He said, "I almost believed you."

He Xie said, "you're not stupid?"

"...." Zhang Ziwei couldn't help rolling his eyes for a long time“ Didn't you say I was a big man on Hong Kong Island? Is there a little brother who talks to the big man like that? "

Two groups of people are facing off at Kwai Chung pier.

To be exact, it's a confrontation between a person and a group of people.

The man was tall and strong, with dark skin, and put a gun against the head of a young man with white hair. Opposite them, there are a group of ancient confused people with guns.

If Zhang Ziwei were here, he would find acquaintances on both sides.

White haired youth, naturally Duan Kun.

This tall and dark young man is Zhang Ziwei's good brother who grew up together since he was a child, and he has been haunted by Ma Haotian for the past five years!

"Throw the gun into the sea!" Ma Hao shouted with a dark face.

"Let our boss go!"

"Die, old man!"

"You put down your gun and jumped into the street!"

The old perplexers shouted one after another.

Ma Haotian suddenly looked cruel, raised his hand and smashed duankun's head with a gun.

once!

Two!

Duan Kun's blood flowed.

"Throw it or not!" Ma Hao tiannu drinks.

"Good, good!" Duan Kun screamed in pain and hurriedly raised his hand. He took a breath and shook his head, "you throw away your guns. Come on! Do you want me to die? "

The old perplexers had to do it one after another.

"Hey, hey..." Duan Kun suddenly laughed, and he leaned over his head, "who are you? You want to die? Do you know who I am? "Duan Kun, Tsim Sha Tsui!"

Bang!

Ma Haotian rushed up to his head and sneered, "Duan Kun, right? I'm a drug sweeper! I want you to help me find someone. "

"Hiss..." Duan Kun felt pain, but he laughed again, "Psycho! You only have five bullets. How many people do you think I have here? "

"Otherwise," Duan Kun turned his head, "if you let me go, I'll give you a hundred million!"

Bang!

Ma Haotian gave another cruel blow and sneered: "so little? One hundred million... "

The voice didn't fall, sudden change!

Duan Kun has always been famous for his ruthlessness. How can he be willing to be arrested?

He has been looking for a chance to resist, and Ma Haotian has been beating him, which gives him such a chance.

While Ma Haotian smashed him in the head, Duan Kun grabbed his gun arm and asked a sack to throw him out.

Unfortunately Duan Kun overestimated his size and strength.

His movements were almost established, and Ma Haotian's feet were still standing on the ground.

And he tried his best to eat milk, but he just pulled Ma Haotian to shake his body slightly.

"Shit, it's empty!"

Duan Kun scolded and broke away from Ma Haotian. He was a lazy donkey on the spot.

Ma Haotian was surprised, raised his gun and shot, but only hit a little brother who rushed over.

At the next moment, the ancient perplexers immediately submerged him in the crowd.

Behind a container on the other side of the dock, he Xie and Zhang Ziwei looked at the scene from a distance.

Zhang Ziwei's look was very complicated, like hate and emotion.

"The police have surrounded here. We don't have a chance to kill him." Zhang Ziwei said in a low voice.

"To die or to live?" He Xie asked.

Zhang Ziwei was stunned: "what?"

"Do you want to catch him alive or shoot him?" What evil way.

"If Duan Kun dies now, I'm afraid the eight faced Buddha will not appear." Zhang Ziwei said, "forget it. Let the police catch him and we'll find a way."

He Xie's eyes flashed and looked at him with a little appreciation: "yes, it's quite strategic."

Indeed, if Duan Kun dies or Duan Kun is alive, but Zhang Ziwei is in charge, the octahedral Buddha may not appear.

Only when Duan Kun is in the hands of the police, the octahedral Buddha who will never let his son die in vain can appear.