C220 Gunfire

Late at night, a crane arm was moving containers from the cargo ships docked at Hong Kong's Qingyi Kwai Chung No. 5 pier to the dock.

In less than an hour, more than ten containers on the cargo ship had been moved over.

A worker wearing a yellow hard hat and dock uniform was waving and shouting, "Hurry up! Hurry up! "

Then, several men who were clearly not workers at the dock were led by the worker to one of the containers.

The worker opened the door of the container and shone his flashlight into the container. Inside were two brand-new Mercedes-Benz sedans.

The men went into the container and opened the back door of the Mercedes in front of them. They got in and took out a switchblade.

The leather of the chair was not filled with a sponge, but a bag of white powder.

The man stuck out his little finger and picked up a little bit of the white powder. Then he stuck it into his nose and took a deep breath.

"How is it? Is this thing pure enough? " another man asked outside.

The man in the car pushed it out again, sniffled and gave a thumbs-up, "Good stuff!"

Hearing this, they looked at each other with a brilliant smile. One of them said, "Then hurry and transport them to our warehouse. Boss is afraid of waiting for us."

Just as they were closing the door to the container, a loud alarm suddenly sounded from afar.

More than a dozen police cars with flashing red and blue lights appeared on both sides of them without any warning, blocking their path.

and heard someone shouting over a loudspeaker, "We are the Royal Hong Kong Police, don't move! Put down your weapons and surrender! "

The men's expressions changed drastically. One of them asked anxiously, "What …" How could there be a policeman? What should we do? "

"What do we do? Run! If we get caught, we won't be able to come out for the rest of our lives!"

Another man shouted as he took out his pistol. He fired several rounds into the police car in front of him and ran to the left, trying to reach the path between the containers.

The policemen on both sides shouted, "They have guns, open fire! "Attention all units, open fire is allowed!"

Gunshots were fired in quick succession. The men's numbers and weapons were far inferior to that of the police. Within a minute, three of them had been killed.

Finally, the two threw away their pistols and raised their hands, shouting, "Surrender!"

After they were under their control, the police then escorted them to the containers one by one, and found that all of them were brand-new Mercedes-Benz cars without exception.

At the direction of the two surviving men, the police cleared the rear seats of the cars and found the leather chairs filled with packets of white powder.

"Thank you, sir, for heroin number four! "Damn it, all of them are at least three to four hundred catties!"

a policeman shouted from the back of the car to the commander outside, his voice both shocked and excited.

Because of the huge drug smuggling case, they, the police officers responsible for its execution, had contributed greatly.

The commander called "Officer Xie" said, "Okay, take them all back to the police station! And those two suspects, watch them closely! "

So the heroin and the men from the back seat of the Mercedes were taken away by the police, and after a lot of noise the quay was quiet again.

On the other side, in a warehouse of a certain industrial building in Tsuen Wan, Fang Bingrun was sitting there, holding a roasted goose leg in his hand.

There was also a twenty-something years old, handsome and gentle man, but it was Mo Zhenxing.

Fang Bingrun looked at his watch, while chewing the meat in his mouth, he said: "Why aren't they here yet, motherf * cking trash, asking them to do things are all such a waste of time."

"Uncle Fatty, don't be angry. Let's drink a cup of water." Mo Zhenxing passed Fang Bingrun a glass of soft drinks, his tone was very gentle.

Fang Bingrun laughed: "Hehe, A Xing, you are the best." As he said this, he even touched Mo Zhenxing's butt.

"Uncle Fatty, don't be like this. The brothers are still outside. It would be terrible if they could see us."

Mo Zhenxing felt awkward, "Uncle Fatty, you can do whatever you want when you go home."

Looking at Mo Zhenxing's "lovely" look, Fang Bingrun wanted to jump onto him, but Mo Zhenxing was right.

His subordinates were still outside. If they found out, then his dragon head would be dead.

Suddenly, Fang Bingrun's phone rang.

He was about to reach for it when he realized that he couldn't tell the difference between a goose leg in one hand and a soda in the other.

When Mo Zhenxing saw this, he immediately reached into his pocket and took out his cell phone. He even pressed the call button and whispered into his ear. It was very considerate.

Fang Bingrun looked at him in admiration, then spoke into the phone: "It's me, what's the matter?"

Not even five seconds later, Fang Bingrun's face paled and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. At the same time, he roared: "What the fuck did you say?

All my goods have been taken away by the police!? "Damn it, how could that be possible? I've already connected all the joints, it's impossible for the police to find out!"

He continued to gasp for breath, his face full of malevolence. After a while, he continued, "Get someone to the police station to warn them not to speak carelessly. Give them some money to settle down and make them pay for their crimes.

What? You don't want to? From the moment they joined our 'East Star', they should have been prepared to sacrifice themselves for the society! "

Pausing for a moment, Fang Bingrun said in a gloomy voice: "Alright, you're not willing, right? Then find me a chance to kill those two.

I don't want them to make me go out of here as a 'dick'! "Alright, that's it!" After hanging up, Fang Bingrun's chest was still heaving intensely.

Mo Zhenxing, who was beside him, quickly held his chest and asked with concern, "Uncle Fatty, what's wrong, did something happen to our goods?"

"Yeah, I don't know why the police found out, but now those goods have been taken away by the police, go to hell!"

Fang Bingrun was so angry that he threw the roasted goose leg and the soft drinks in his hands onto the ground.

Mo Zhenxing frowned, "But that's impossible. Our business is so secretive this time. The cargo company and the docks have already opened up their joints. Logically speaking, the police would never find out."

"Unless …"

"Unless we have a 'second child' in our society."

Fang Bingrun said with a vicious expression, "This time, only you, you, and your subordinates know about this matter. Go and check if there are any problems.

If there really is a 'Second Five' amongst them, then bring them to me, I will f * cking destroy them myself! "

"Got it, I'll go now." Mo Zhen Xing nodded and then stood up to carry out Fang Bingrun's orders.

Fang Bingrun was the only one left in the open warehouse, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he got.

Then he stood up abruptly from the sofa and kicked the surrounding cartons with all his might, roaring continuously, "F * ck your mother!" "F * ck your mother!"

Fang Bingrun stayed in the warehouse until around 5 in the morning, but Mo Zhenxing still didn't get any news.

Suddenly, Fang Bingrun's cell phone rang again. He immediately picked it up and placed it by his ear, "Hello, is this A'Xing?"

"Godfather, it's me, Lianhu." Instead, it was Xiao Lianhu's voice that came out of the phone.

"Why are you calling me at such a late hour?" Fang Bingrun's voice was slightly impatient.

Xiao Lianhu said on the phone: "Godfather, I have something important to tell you."

"What's the matter? If it's not urgent, you can call me later. I'm busy."

Fang Bingrun was afraid that Mo Zhenxing would call him at this time and Xiao Lianhu would take over the line, so he wanted to hang up the phone.

Xiao Lianhu hurriedly said: "Father, this matter is very important! It's about Mo Zhenxing! "

Hearing Xiao Lianhu's last sentence, Fang Bingrun stopped thinking about hanging up, and could not help but ask: "Ah Xing?"

"Yes, godfather." Xiao Lianhu said in a deep voice, "I suspect that Mo Zhenxing was a spy that had infiltrated our society!"

"Impossible!" Fang Bingrun immediately said: "This is impossible!"

"Dad, can you come over now?" Xiao Lianhu said: "This matter is too related, I also need to confirm it.

"Come over, it doesn't matter if Mo Zhenxing is a spy or not, you can rest assured."

After weighing the pros and cons for a moment, Fang Bingrun gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, I'll come over right now. But Lianhu, don't blame me for not reminding you beforehand.

"Even though you are my foster son, if I find out that you deliberately framed him to get rid of Ah Xing, don't blame me for being merciless!"

"Godfather, everything I do is for the good of this society and you, so I have no personal feelings for you." Xiao Lianhu said.

Thus, Fang Bingrun led his subordinates and rushed over to Xiao Lianhu's side.

At this time, Xiao Lianhu was in an outdoor stall, and when he saw Fang Bingrun's car, he immediately stood up and went to welcome him.

Then, he personally opened the car door for Fang Bingrun, "Godfather, I'm really sorry for making you come here so late at night, but this matter is too important, and can't be delayed."

"Alright, alright, cut the crap." Fang Bingrun waved his hand, "You said A Xing is a spy for the police, what evidence do you have?"

"The evidence is there." Xiao Lianhu turned his head towards a residential building not far away, "Father, come with me, you'll know very soon."

With that, he walked out of the stall and headed towards the residential building.

Fang Bingrun thought about it, then brought a few of his subordinates and followed Xiao Lianhu.