Chapter 530

"Eight Immortals Restaurant, right? Someone shot, right? " As soon as the clerk picked up the phone, Hooker grabbed it and yelled at it.

"No, officer, it's Hongmen headquarters. There's a fight here."

Fan Wentong deliberately made a timid voice, as if very afraid of people, afraid that people would recognize that he was reporting false police.

"Boy, go to hell. I'll find you soon." Hooker hung up angrily.

"Dudududu..." Fan Wentong held the phone in his hand and repeated what hooker had just said to Ruan Zhonglou. They laughed together.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the Mercedes Benz S600 stopped in the dark of the street started, turned on its headlights, drove out of Ginny Avenue, turned into Lafayette street, and stopped in a dark place.

Fan Wentong got out of the car, opened the iron rod with the long handle of the fire hydrant in his hand, went to the side of the road, lifted the cover of the fire well, pointed one end of the iron handle with the inner square iron cap at the fire hydrant in the well, and screwed it up. After more than 20 times of screwing, the fire hydrant was completely turned off.

Fan Wentong twisted a few more times, pulled out the iron bar, kicked down the well cover with his feet, and jumped on it.

He turned and got into the car, which drove out of Lafayette street, out of Chinatown, and disappeared into the dark.

It began to rain again.

Maxim's French restaurant on Manhattan's Fifth Avenue is still brightly lit and crowded.

Rox came out with a coquettish woman in his arms. He kept burping.

Damn, the foie gras and French snails here are delicious.

He looked at his watch. It was ten o'clock.

That Jackie Wu is going to fight. Let the Vietnamese and the Chinese fight. The dog bites the dog. The arrogant Chinese will lose a lot. I will beat the water dog.

At that time, as long as Du Guang lowers his head, I can enjoy the delicious Chinese food in Chinatown at will. I will make them friendly and let them follow me.

Thinking of this, Rox couldn't help laughing and wring Alice's twisted butt. "Come on, baby, let's have fun now. I'll let you fly to heaven."

He walked down the steps of the dining room with Alice in his arms and walked east along the crowd.

Scar, hiding in the car, looks at the robbing Lockes and laughs.

He got through to Jack, the killer group of the Dragon chopping club, "beauty, your dessert has arrived downstairs of the apartment, ready to receive it..."

There are only three people in the Dragon chopping Club killer group. Jack pastes the mask on his face and takes a look in the mirror. He looks at the photo in his hand. It's the standard photo of fan Wentong from Vietnam.

Intelligence shows that fan Wentong is under Ruan Zhonglou's command. Last month, he broke away from France and smuggled into country m as the fourth foreign mercenary.

Fan Wentong's level can't reach the level of dialogue with Rox. They haven't seen him. If they have, Rox will have the same result. He must die tonight.

Jack saw Rox dangling in the crowd. He unscrewed a bottle of Jack Denny, took a big mouthful and spilled some wine on him. The smell of wine filled the car instantly.

Jack got out of the car, took an umbrella in his hand, and went to a garbage can. He vomited out his wine. He looked at Rox in front of him and quickly followed him.

There is no difference between the flow of people on Manhattan Fifth Avenue and that in the daytime. The ever-changing neon lights strike the colors on the streets and the faces of pedestrians, adding a bit of charm to the Fifth Avenue at night.

A few women taking pictures at Rockefeller Center on Fifth Avenue are standing in the way of rockers. They put on this pose, laughing and screaming.

When Rox tried to get around, the woman with the camera suddenly fell down and fell into Rox's arms.

Jack, who is behind, also bumps into Rox's back. The tip of the umbrella touches Rox's calf. Jack presses the switch on the handle of the umbrella, and 7 mg of ricin instantly plunges into Rox's body.

Jack quickly moves the umbrella away, and the tip of the umbrella returns to its original state.

In front of the beauty to fall, Jack behind the impact, drink some wine rocks stand unsteadily, the body back.

Jack quickly held him from behind. "I'm sorry, sir..." He waved at Rox and staggered forward.

"Stinky boy, drink less...".

The beauty who fell in Locke's arms was excited by the softness of women. With the anesthesia of alcohol, the sensitivity of pain nerve was reduced.

Rox didn't feel the slight pain in his calf, which soon disappeared.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry." The beauty who fell in Locke's arms broke away from Locke's arms and quickly left.

"Ha ha, don't wear such high heels next time...".

Looking at the beautiful woman twisting her feet to leave, Rox stares at her high hips, remembering the strange warmth in her arms just now.The strange warmth accelerated his hormone secretion.

"Come on, baby, let's hold on. In front of us is our happy place, Bryan Park Hotel."

Rox pointed to a towering hotel ahead.

The neon lights on the wall of the hotel are constantly flashing, forming the pattern of a dancing girl, waving to him in a bright and dark way.

Jack and his partner, Jenny, return to the car and watch Rox walk into the hotel with the tall and strong woman in his arms, tear off the mask and leave quickly.

"Boss, beauty's dessert is here." Scar brought back the news of Jack's success.

Chen hung up, closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa in the car.

He didn't go back to the Empire State building. Andre told him that there were Vietnamese Gang people staring at Hongmen and the Empire State building.

Chen Hannan's car left Hongmen headquarters, threw off its tail, and then stopped near Manhattan's Times Square.

Rox has to die.

Only in this way, according to the judgment of the intelligence, Wu Chenglong is an extremely dangerous, extremely tough opponent, which makes Chen Hannan change his mind.

He is convinced that Sergeant Lockheed can't control Jackie Wu. Jackie Wu is a bloodthirsty jackal growing up in blood and fire.

after discussing with Du Guang and others, he changed his original plan and chose to do Lockheed and blame Jackie Wu.

The new plan is twice as difficult as the original one.

At 10:5, Ruan Zhonglou returned to the parking lot of Jieke street.

At ten o'clock, the news came from Du Guang. He got it.

With his men, he played the Chinese people's strong geotechnical ability through the city's underground pipe network in all directions. A few hours later, he blocked the Vietnamese attack exit.

In New York City, the focus of Vietnamese, there is a big pit at the south entrance of Jieke street, with a diameter of five meters and a depth of five meters. The pit blocks the traffic at the south entrance.

A Chevrolet medium-sized frozen truck fell into the pit, a 20 ton crane flashing yellow light, legs, is under the command of ground personnel, lifting operation.

The south end of the Rue de sac is so blocked that a motorcycle can't get through.

A lot of people came to the scene and pulled up the blockade line. The reporters on duty of various media were reporting at the scene at night, and the flashing lights were constantly flashing.

The south entrance of York street became very busy and the traffic was chaotic.

At ten fifteen, Wu Fei got the white paper fan.

The north entrance of York street also became lively, and the traffic was paralyzed.

Hongmen white paper fan Wu Fei took people and stole two buses that had just finished maintenance in the repair factory.

At the north entrance of Jieke street, two of Wu Fei's men drove in opposite directions. Two buses collided head-on, and the other man set the two buses on fire.

The north entrance of York street is blocked. Even one can't get out.

Chen Hannan was relieved that the Vietnamese gang would not be able to attack this evening.

A traffic accident, a road in disrepair or an overweight truck will not affect Edward's overall campaign.

Chen Hannan leaned against the sofa of the car, breathed a long breath, and picked up Wu Chenglong's information to read.

This person's appearance and psychology are extremely inconsistent, angel's tiankong, scorpion's heart, you'd better be careful.

"Andre, inform the personnel on duty of the flying eagle team, fully cut into the New York monitoring system, and keep an eye on the two entrances of York street and Kennedy Avenue."

At the moment, Du Guang is hiding in the underground pipe network not far away from Jieke street. He can see the front of the Chevrolet refrigerator car.

According to the information, the South and north of Jieke street have been blocked. This is the first time that the Vietnamese gang has been seriously frustrated since they attacked Chinatown.

If there is no accident, the chief inspector of Chinatown Bureau will be replaced tomorrow.

This is a huge loss for the Vietnamese Gang, which will limit their actions in the future and gain time for Hongmen.

Elder Qin Feng, who is guarding the headquarters of Hongmen, gets the news, sits down on the sofa, takes a cup of tea and drinks. He knows that the Vietnamese gang can't fight.

He's going to reward himself. He's overdrawn because of the high tension.

It's 10:16 in the park on hooker street.

The Vietnamese Gang is ready. There are ten big boxes on the ground. They are full of beer bottles. The beer bottles are full of gasoline. The bottle mouth is plugged with cotton.

"Be quick, guys."

Ruan Zhonglou clapped his hands.

"One car carries one box, four people are arranged for each car, one in the front and one in the back. Time is running out. Get ready quickly."

Ruan Zhong gave the order downstairs, but he didn't know. Just as he drove into the parking lot, the two exits of Jieke street were blocked.

Jackie Wu is sitting on the sofa. Outside the window, the lights are shining in New York. He is holding a wine glass and shaking. He is a little drunk.He was waiting for the brighter fireworks in Chinatown. When they rose, he wanted to drink this glass of wine and get drunk.

He was waiting for that wonderful moment.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear something. He sat up straight and listened. His eyes attracted by neon lights also seemed to see something.

He made sure it was the car.

The roaring car, the sharp flute, the red, white and blue flashing police lights, and the flash of the camera pulled him up from the sofa.