"Ah Xiao, there is a military camp not far ahead. The superiors gave Master Fu seven days to deal with this matter. Master Fu gave me three days to deal with this matter. As for me, I have always been fair. I will give you one day. Do you think it's okay? ?" Yan Xiong drove his Ford car and drove Du Yongxiao to the Tseung Kwan O military camp in a bumpy ride.
Behind, Doujiqiang and others also drove two cars and followed closely behind. According to Yan Xiong's wishes, there is strength in numbers. In fact, everyone knew that he was afraid of death.
"Master Yan, you are so kind and fair. One day is enough. I thought you would only give me half a day!"
"How could it be possible? I'm not that kind of person! I'm optimistic about you, and you must get this done!"
"Don't worry, I will do it!" At this moment, Yan Xiong and Du Yongxiao were like a pair of good masters and disciples who were sincere in love.
…
In the car behind.
"Brother Qiang, do you think we should stay away from the military camp later? If those ghost guys don't have eyes... ahem, we will be in trouble." Lai Pihua glanced at the fighting cock and said forcefully.
"How can you be a bad guy if you are so cowardly? Follow Master Yan. We will stop wherever Yan Xiong stops. Remember, our duty is to protect Master Yan!"
"Where's that pretty boy Xiao? Do you care about him?"
"What the hell!" Fighting Chicken said disdainfully, "All fools know that he and Master Yan are acting! Master Yan has a good heart and is willing to act with him, and even his lines follow his wishes! If he, a handsome boy, wants to stand out, then he will do it , let’s see if he has good luck or bad luck!”
"Yes, people have a life to make money but not to spend it. He wants to be famous and wants to go crazy!" Huo Qilin sneered from the side.
"Wait to die and rush to the street!"
…
Tseung Kwan O on the east side of the Kowloon Peninsula has a long and deep bay, and is protected by mountains on its north, west and south sides. It is a good harbor and one of the most important military fortresses in Hong Kong.
Therefore, a fort was built on a hill on the coast of Australia that was called Jipo Mountain in ancient times and later called Devil's Mountain before it was leased by the British. Although the fort has been abandoned for a long time, the villagers still call the mountain "Fort Mountain".
The 56th British Infantry Regiment was stationed in the hinterland of Tseung Kwan O. When Yan Xiong drove Du Yongxiao to the vicinity of the military camp, it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon.
From far away, you can hear the sound of running and running from the military camp, and the sound of gunfire from time to time.
Even closer, there was the rumble of tanks moving.
Crunch!
Yan Xiong stepped on the foot brake and parked the car near the entrance of the military camp, almost a hundred meters away.
The car Douji forced them to drive behind also stopped.
Yan Xiong looked at the guards and said to Du Yongxiao: "Ah Xiao, it's enough for me to send you here. If you go there again, I'm afraid the guards will misunderstand you!"
Du Yongxiao took a deep breath before opening the car door and getting out.
Wearing a white suit and a white top hat, he looked like a British gentleman.
Yan Xiong stuck his head out: "Hey, just go in, I'll wait for you here. If you have any good news, please inform me as soon as possible!"
"Roger it, Master Yan!" Du Yongxiao forced out a smile and took out a cigarette from his arms, "I'll have a cigarette first!"
Yan Xiong thought that Du Yongxiao was afraid and was afraid that Du Yongxiao would change his mind at the moment, so he hurriedly got out of the car, took out his lighter and lit Du Yongxiao's cigarettes in person, and said in a kind tone: "Axiao, I know you are nervous, but everything has its own way. Once, you just have to endure it and it will pass!"
After Yan Xiong finished speaking, he rolled back his sleeves and looked at his watch. He raised his head and said, "Now, go in after you finish smoking. It's already three o'clock. It's best to resolve this matter today. I'll help you celebrate at Zhenbaofang." feast!"
"I'm determined!"
"It should!"
Du Yongxiao knew that Yan Xiong, an old fox, wished he could go in now. As for being targeted or anything else, it had nothing to do with him.
"The main thing is Master Yan, I can't let you go!" Du Yongxiao held Yan Xiong's hand.
Yan Xiong broke away: "We have many opportunities, but justice is the most important!"
Du Yongxiao said "Hmm" and took a few puffs of cigarette. Then he turned and looked at the British military camp. The four guards at the entrance of the military camp were already aiming their guns at them and were waiting for them.
Yan Xiong patted Du Yongxiao on the shoulder, "Go over boldly, I will support you behind your back!"
Du Yongxiao nodded, seemingly determined, spit out the cigarette he had just taken a few puffs, took another deep breath, and then walked towards the gate of the military camp, which was about thirty meters away. He raised his hands to show that he had no hostility.
Behind him, Yan Xiong took out his handkerchief and wiped his forehead with complicated eyes.
Doujiqiang and others came up to him: "Is this kid really over?"
"Sharp!"
"Courageous enough!"
…
Thirty meters away from Yan Xiong in the jungle, a black Mercedes-Benz with a 999 license plate was parked quietly there.
In the car, Lei Luo wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief and looked out at Du Yongxiao, who was walking towards the military camp with his hands raised in the air, with a trace of contempt in his eyes: "This street boy is destined to die!"
He was not optimistic about Du Yongxiao. He knew very well about these arrogant and unreasonable British soldiers. Last time, a Chinese detective accidentally offended a British sailor and was almost taken to a warship for target practice.
For these British soldiers, who consider themselves to be the patron saint of Hong Kong, are arrogant and domineering, and like to speak with their guns and reason with them, it is simply nonsense.
Who is Du Yongxiao? A new plainclothes guy dares to break into the military camp alone. Even if he doesn't get shot this time, he will be disabled.
"Brother Luo said he would die, then he will definitely die!" A fat-headed and big-eared man next to him leaned over and took the handkerchief Lei Luo used, then handed the cigarette over and helped Lei Luo light it.
As Lei Luo's confidant, Lard Zai likes to figure out Lei Luo's thoughts. Others say that he knows how to collect numbers and can calculate accounts clearly. Only he knows that what he is best at is not collecting numbers, but figuring out people's hearts. If you have a thorough understanding of the human heart, you will be able to live comfortably in this life.
Lei Luo looked at Du Yongxiao and took a few puffs of cigarette, "But a mere plainclothes man who dares to break into the military camp alone is quite sharp!"
"Yes, it's sharp enough!" Lardboy cheerfully stretched out his hand to help Lei Luo catch the cigarette ashes.
Lei Luo held a cigarette and flicked it in the palm of Lardboy's hand. Fish-scale ash fell on his palm. Lardboy held it in his hands and said with a smile, "But this kid doesn't look like he will be short-lived----"
"Do you know how to read faces?" Lei Luo turned around and looked at Lardboy with disdain.
Lardboy said hurriedly: "I have been free these past few days and read a few pages of "Ma Yi Shen Xiang"!"
Lei Luo smiled arrogantly, "Then I'll bet you a hundred yuan! Not only will you die if you rush to the street, but you will also affect your whole family!" After saying that, he turned around and looked at the lonely Du Yongxiao who was walking towards the military camp again.
Although Du Yongxiao is brave enough,
In Lei Luo's eyes, it is worth a hundred at most.
this era---
There are too many heroes, too many heroes, too many to count like crucian carp crossing the river!
A nobody like Du Yongxiao,
How much is it worth?
