Farewell to Ding Jiaqi, Zhang Jing used his Cyprus passport to fly to Penang first.
Some weapons were left behind, then diverted to Wanwan, and finally landed in Taipei.
Clean the gun in the hotel room for two days to ensure that all weapons, including artillery, can be used when taken out.
After walking around the nearby streets and alleys for two more days to get acquainted with the terrain, Zhang Jing used an anonymous email to notify Lao Daijin about something.
Lao Daijin and his two brothers are in Penang, a Thousand Island Country 3,400 kilometers away.
From the late Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China, Penang was a must-stop stop for people from China to travel south to explore the world. People from China had arrived earlier during the Ming Dynasty.
In short, Penang is a good place with good air, blue sky, wide sea, many fish and minerals.
There are many reasons why the Xu family chose to develop in Penang, mainly because of the convenient shipping and the large number of local compatriots.
If it were not for the mission, Lao Daijin would have chosen to develop locally for a long time.
After receiving the employer's email, they immediately took action. According to the predetermined plan, the three of them immediately carried out the task of arresting people.
The environment of the living area in Penang Pier is similar to that of a large country in the 1980s and 1990s, where ordinary people were simple, there was a lot of sewage and garbage on the ground, and the housing conditions were very poor.
It is such an environment, but it is the place where Xu Zhengqiang will live.
A six-hand or seven-hand hatchback car carrying three foreigners drove into the area where locals live.
Shannon got out of the car early with a backpack on his back and a pistol in his waist.
Lao Daijin and Roland put on skull masks and continued to drive about two hundred meters and got off near a blue iron house.
A group of children were playing, and Roland reached out and grabbed one of them, a seven or eight-year-old girl with bare feet and big eyes.
Holding the back of the little girl's neck, the two came to the blue iron house. A woman in her fifties was mending a fishing net at the door, and the man of the house was mending the bottom of a wooden boat.
Seeing her little daughter being forcibly pressed on the back of her neck by a stranger, the woman's expression instinctively felt bad, and the male owner also stopped repairing the boat.
"Mr. Iko Uwais," the elder Daikin called calmly into the room in English, "we don't want to kill anyone."
Lao Daijin seemed to have only one hostage in his hand, but in fact there were three. He had a gun in his hand, which was fast and accurate within three meters, and none of them could escape. ..
Moreover, Lao Daijin and Roland stood in very clever positions, using shields from the hostess and hostess respectively, so they were not afraid of bullets shooting out of the room.
As Old Daijin finished speaking, a young man in his twenties, with naturally curly black hair, dark brown skin, and an appearance that resembled an Indian, came out.
"Come on," Lao Daijin began to interrogate directly, "Where are the things stolen at sea?"
Iko Uwais did not expect that the enemy would come looking for him. Because he had done too many things, he and his family had been hiding in the crowded slums.
"Bang!"
Lao Daijin suddenly raised his hand and hit the shoulder of the man holding the repair tool, then pointed the gun at the woman, "In the last three seconds, you will all die."
The hostess couldn't help but began to cry with sadness.
"No. 89, Section 1, Mushan Road, Taipei. This address," Iko Uwais confessed, "is a fruit warehouse."
"Get in the car. If you want to live, come with us to the dock!" As he spoke, Lao Daijin put away his pistol and quickly sent the message to Zhang Jing.
Iko Uwais was slightly stunned. He did not expect that Old Daijin would take him to escape with him, and he quickly stepped forward to help his father.
"Hurry," Iko Uwais urged Old Daikin in turn, "I have asked for help from above."
The Xu family is powerful and there are security police, who are most likely on their way to surround them at this time.
As if to verify their suspicion, the six people had just squeezed into the car, and then there was an explosion. Shannon had already begun to block the enemy from the outside.
Ignoring Shannon, Old Daikin drove away through the slum roads planned in advance.
I passed by local security police cars several times, but all of them were safe, and I arrived at the pier ten minutes later.
There were many large boats and small boats, including an ordinary-looking 15-meter-long white fishing boat. Roland went straight to the wheelhouse, and Lao Daijin climbed on top of the boat.
There is
Something is covered under the raincloth.
Lao Daijin looked at the direction of the dock and waited quietly.
Three minutes later, Shannon wore a skull mask on his face, drove a motorcycle around the corner, and appeared in a wild posture.
Behind them were one, two...six vehicles with strong pursuit.
When the opportunity came, Lao Daijin lifted up the raincloth. Underneath were two 40mm grenade launchers. He pressed the trigger and bombed the pier indiscriminately, successfully blocking the enemy behind.
Meanwhile Shannon abandoned his motorcycle and boarded the fishing boat.
Roland pushed the power rod forward, and the fishing boat left the dock.
Of course, more than ten speedboats, including coast guard ships, caught up in a matter of seconds.
Already prepared, Roland activated the additional power.
Normal fishing boats only have two motors, which provide about 150-200 horsepower. Special boats, such as smuggling boats, often have more than 500-700 horsepower.
Lao Daijin used this kind of modified boat. With enough power, the fishing boat that originally had a speed of 40 yards per hour suddenly accelerated, and the speed quickly reached more than 110 yards per hour.
The result is that the fishing boat is equivalent to flying close to the water, which is visually stunning.
The pursuers were dumbfounded. They couldn't catch up, so they had no choice but to send out helicopters.
With a speed of over 200 per hour, the helicopter set off from Penang Island and quickly caught up with its target, a fishing boat flying on the water.
"Surrender quickly!" the helicopter shouted to the desperadoes through the loudspeaker, "or we will shoot!"
Lao Daijin wore a white hole mask on his face and calmly picked up a shoulder-mounted missile and came to the deck.
The helicopter pilot had good eyesight. When he saw the missile, he was so frightened that his eyes popped out of his eyes. He suddenly pulled the operating lever and the helicopter came to a sudden stop in the air.
Because the movement was too violent, a friend fell into the sea.
The driver breathed a sigh of relief.
It was good to fall into the sea, so that he would have an excuse to avoid fighting. Instead of chasing the enemy, he would definitely have to save people first.
Pushing back the time thirty minutes, Zhang Jing received a message from Lao Daijin.
"No. 89, Section 1, Mushan Road, Taipei, Fruit Warehouse."
Not so lucky, it would take at least twenty minutes to get there.
It actually took me twenty-five minutes to ride a motorcycle to the destination, and it turned out to be a warehouse.
At the same time, a box truck was slowly pouring into the warehouse with its head facing outward and its butt facing backward.
Because the car body is large and the warehouse door is small, the distance left on both sides is less than ten centimeters, so it pours very slowly.
The point is, twenty meters of metal can be seen, and Zhang Jing has already seen part of the antique gold.
When the motorcycle stopped on the side of the road, Zhang Jing, wearing a helmet, went straight to the truck cab door, violently opened the door, and punched the driver unconscious.
Throwing the driver into the passenger seat, Zhang Jing continued to reverse the car.
No more cautious than a truck driver, Zhang Jing made much bigger movements, and with a little scratch, he successfully emptied the truck into the warehouse.
"Who are you?" Someone immediately recognized that the driver had been replaced.
The metal was visible at 20 meters, and no one was carrying a thermal weapon. Zhang Jing calmly jumped out of the truck and looked around. There were nine people in the warehouse, seven men and two women.
Looking at skin color, two have white skin, three have brown skin, and four have yellow skin.
Moreover....
"Take a day off on Monday in advance and ask for a ticket on the way~~~"
