Rebirth: Outstanding

In the hotel living room, the two Belarusian bodyguards under Singer lay curled up on the ground, shaking from time to time to prove that they are still alive, but their limbs have been distorted and deformed, and the stubble pierced the flesh and dyed the linen carpet in the living room. A tuo of dark red.

Nai Kun's cheek was swollen high, and the white shirt that had been used on her body was torn to pieces, and the exposed skin was full of scars. Except for his heavy breathing and the painful groans of the two White Russian bodyguards, there was silence in the room.

"Nigga, go out!" Nai Kun wiped the bloodline from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, with a crazy smile on his face, and with his slightly hoarse voice, Singh slowly said to the already dumbfounded Singh sitting in the living room. .

Singh stood up tremblingly from his seat: "OK! OK! The goods are yours."

However, the moment he just stood upright, his eyes suddenly changed from cowardly to fierce, his right hand suddenly reached into his arms and pulled out a personal pistol, his mouth snarled frantically: "Fuckoff! icth!"

Bang bang bang bang bang...

A series of gunshots sounded. The moment Singer took out his pistol, there were already seven or eight bullet holes on his body. A hoarse lifting sound came from his throat, and Singh stared unwillingly. Holding Naikun, then his sturdy body fell heavily to the ground.

Behind Nai Kun, the guns in the hands of Guess Leopard and the younger brothers were still smoking.

Gu Tiancheng, who was standing next to Song Chunzhong, silently pulled his hand out of his arms when he saw it.

Song Chunzhong smiled, lips moved, and said in a voice that can only be heard between him and Gu Tiancheng: "I told you early in the morning. Don't pretend if you don't have a gun, thinking people really surprised you?"

Gu Tiancheng smiled so that his face and eyes were narrowed, and he cursed in a low voice: "I'm **** your lungs! What about Thai guys?"

Nai Kun waved his hand and walked step by step to the place Song Chunzhong was sitting on. Behind him, Guess Leopard and his subordinates put away their pistols.

"I've already inquired that if you give the Portuguese enough money in Macau, it doesn't matter if you use a gun." As he passed by the fallen Singh, Nai Kun smiled disdainfully, and then sat before pulling him away. Da Ma Jin Dao sat opposite Song Chunzhong in his chair, "Mr. Zhang? Are you coming from the Golden Triangle?"

Song Chunzhong is now using the identity of Zhang Xiantai. He claims to be a defeated soldier in the Golden Triangle. He has a large amount of smoke and soil in his hands. He originally wanted to use the method of dismantling the White Party to attract a group of big dealers selling smoke and soil in Macau, and then cheated a wave. The money disappeared again. It was already time to be sure, but Nai Kun, a group of ruthless characters from Thailand, appeared unexpectedly.

However, since the identity of the defeated soldier in the Golden Triangle is used, it must not show too much fear and cowardice at this time, nor can it be too tough, because one's life is still in the hands of the other party, no matter where these two emotions are. A kind of excessive performance will cause the other party's suspicion.

So in the face of Nai Kun's questioning, Song Chunzhong didn't speak, but just nodded gently, mobilizing his emotions to the middle of fear and confidence, as if he was trying his best to be neither humble nor overbearing.

Nai Kun stared at Song Chunzhong. He raised his head and glanced at Gu Tiancheng, who was standing beside Song Chunzhong with his hands close to the trousers. He nodded in satisfaction: "I heard that when you ran out of the Golden Triangle, you brought it. Lots of goods, how many?"

Song Chunzhong pointed to a small pack of smoke soil samples that had been shown to Singh on the table before, and said concisely: "I still have a ton of this kind of good-quality goods."

Nai Kun hadn't reacted to this sentence, but the people behind Gu Baobao showed excitement.

Kondo has already begun to teach the technique of Pyton's extraction of yellow arsenic, but the smoke from the Golden Triangle will have to wait for some time to be shipped to Hong Kong. In addition, the circulation of counterfeit banknotes at Siam Buddhism seems to have been spotted recently. Lunwang also ordered not to be too public, so their hope of making money depends on Huang Pi.

Fortunately, news came at this time that there is a Mr. Zhang in Macau who is shipping a lot. Guess what the Leopard originally thought was that this guy named Zhang Xiantai should not have too much smoke in stock, but even if it is only a few hundred catties, it is enough for them to carry the smoke from the Golden Triangle to Hong Kong. He didn't expect this Mr. Zhang in front of him. The opening is a ton, which makes them ecstatic.

Nai Kun looked at the small packet of smoke soil samples on the table, grabbed a silver table knife on the table, and flicked it a few times in the smoke soil.

Although he wanted to surpass Ser-Chalunwang, Nai Kun and his father were similar in many ways. For example, if not necessary, he would never let himself be touched by smoke.

"Good condition." Nai Kun threw the knife on the table and nodded in satisfaction.

Gu Tiancheng's eyes drooped, glanced at Naikun, and secretly smiled in his heart: This thing is the purest soot that Song Chunzhong can buy from the underground market in Macau. There is only such a small bag in total, just to catch you, and of course the color is good.

Nai Kun shook Song Chunzhong and raised his chin: "I want all your goods, and they will be shipped to Hong Kong tomorrow night."

Song Chunzhong held the table with both hands and leaned forward: "The price is very high."

Nai Kun grinned, and said without turning his head: "Leopard!"

Behind him, Guaibao carried the suitcase in his hand, and fell heavily on the table between Nai Kun and Song Chunzhong, and then opened the suitcase to reveal a stack of brand-new Hong Kong dollars worth five hundred.

Nai Kun started observing Song Chunzhong's face from the moment Guying Leopard opened the box, and when Song Chunzhong saw the Hong Kong dollar in the box, his eyes showed just right greed.

"We came from Thailand to do business. We have nothing but money." Nai Kun said arrogantly, "I don't know what the price you are opening, but here is a one million deposit, waiting for you to ship the goods. Boat, after the account is settled, I will pay you the rest!"

Song Chunzhong laughed happily, stretched out his hand to close the box, and moved a bit in his direction: "Okay! The sir is really refreshing, I don't know what to call it?"

"Nai Kun-Zha Lun Wang." Nai Kun's gaze retracted from Song Chunzhong's hand movement, and he said his name every word.

"I will let my subordinates start loading tonight. Mr. Naikun can rest assured. This is Macau. I can guarantee that all the goods will be loaded on the ship before dark tomorrow." Song Chunzhong confidently assured him, and then replaced him with a pair. Ambiguous expression: "Mr. Naikun came from a long way, don't I take you to a few new places to play tonight? It is guaranteed to be different from how you play in Thailand and Hong Kong."

Behind him, Gubao and the others lit up and looked at Naikun one after another.

However, Nai Kun seemed to be lacking in interest in Song Chunzhong's words, and waved his hand to show rejection: "Don't bother Mr. Zhang anymore. I won't stay in Macau for too long. There are still some things to deal with."

Guess the leopard and others suddenly showed a frustrated look.

Song Chunzhong listened to Naikun's words, raised his eyebrows imperceptibly, patted his chest and said, "Mr. Naikun, if you need help, just speak up. I have been in Macau longer than you, and the news is a little better. , I hope I can help you."

"Oh?" Nai Kun looked at Song Chunzhong, who looked like a proud and dry cloud, grinning, showing a deep white tooth: "If Mr. Zhang is really well informed, I would like to ask you about someone..."

In the night, Hong Kong’s Victoria Harbour is completely dark, and the lights on the Marine Police Yacht can occasionally be seen flashing in the sea, echoing the Qingzhou Lighthouse and the Hezui Lighthouse.

At this time, the public pier of Victoria Harbor was brightly lit, and more than a dozen pier coolies carrying oil lamps were carrying boxes of cargo to a thousand-ton freighter docked at the pier.

Under the reflection of the oil lamp, it is vaguely visible that the freighter is marked with its shipping company in English, with Brazilian flags hung on both sides of the hull, hunting in the night breeze.

"Be cool! The ship is about to sail!" A Chinese supervisor stood on the piled warehouse and mobilized a group of dock coolies loudly.

In the shadow of a corner of the dock, several figures were watching this scene quietly.

"Brother Zhen, Mr. Sheng just sent someone a message, let's do it tonight."

In the darkness, Di Zhen touched the standard pistol in his hand, the cold light glowing from the gun body was faint.

Di Zhen stuck out half of his face from the container, observing every move of the freighter, and without turning his head, he said to his companion behind him: "As soon as the ship goes out to sea, you are ready to do it!"

A series of low voices sounded one after another: "Know, Brother Zhen!"

Woo-

As the last box of cargo was delivered to the dock, the freighter flying the Brazilian flag sounded its whistle, cutting through the tranquil night sky.