Ah Hui and a younger brother soon arrived at the place Viper Bing said. As soon as the car stopped outside the warehouse, Viper Bing, who was paying attention to the movement outside, noticed it and hurriedly pulled a suitcase out to greet it.
"Ah Hui, the goods are all here. Please hand them over to the boss as soon as possible. It's not advisable to stay here for a long time."
After Ah Hui opened the suitcase, the boy next to him took a sip and inspected the goods. He nodded to Ah Hui: "Boss, the goods are genuine!"
Ah Hui breathed a sigh of relief, and his fierce face looking at Viper Bing became much softer. It turned out that Ah Bing really didn't cheat on him!
"Good brother, the boss knows that you have shipped goods privately. Don't worry. This is all your deserved share. There is still one hundred thousand yuan here. The boss wants you to avoid the limelight for now."
Viper Bing looked touched and held Ah Hui's hand: "Ah Hui! Thank you boss for me!"
"Okay, I'll leave first!"
"You should go back quickly, this batch of goods is important."
"Okay, I'll leave right away!"
"Then I'm leaving. I feel like it's not very safe here. I might be visited by the police at some point."
"Okay, you must be careful!"
The two reluctantly staged a deep brotherly love.
But Viper Bing was cursing in his heart: Why the hell aren’t you leaving yet?
Sure enough, this bad boy has a simple mind but well-developed limbs!
"It turns out that the Titanium guy really swallowed this batch of goods. As long as the goods are still there, let's trade quickly."
It's still the loading area of the dock in Saigon, and it's still the same two groups, Luo Maosen and Boss C.
Yesterday, after Ah Hui brought the goods back to Luo Maosen, Luo Maosen was relieved. It turned out that it was really not the bag that was lost by Viper Bing, so he quickly contacted Boss C who wanted to continue completing the transaction, and Boss C also wanted to save money by doing the transaction quickly. Long nights and many dreams.
Still the same as last time, Boss C's man took apart a surfboard and took a sip. This time he didn't sneeze and even gave his boss a thumbs up.
"Boss, the goods are correct and much better than before!"
Luo Maosen was wondering, was this batch of goods really that good? Could it have been switched?
Is it just a new batch with better quality?
But he immediately gave up the idea. Maybe the other party randomly picked the best bag?
Why do you care so much about the genuine goods anyway?
"Boss Luo, here is 6 million Hong Kong dollars, please order."
Boss C's man handed a traveling bag to Luo Maosen. When he opened it, he found bundles of banknotes inside.
Luo Maosen handed it over to Ah Hui and a few younger brothers for a while to take stock.
"Boss, there's no problem with counting."
Luo Maosen nodded with satisfaction, stretched out his hand and held Boss C's hand tightly.
"Boss Luo, it's a pleasure to work with you."
"Boss C, you are welcome to come see me again next time."
After the two groups dispersed, Boss C got into a van with two of his men and drove to his warehouse, an ocean sail factory eight kilometers away from Castle Peak in Tuen Mun.
At this time, more than a dozen of Boss C’s subordinates in the sail factory were doing their own work. Seven people in the front desk were packing surfboards, and the processing workshop was in full swing, with the roar of mechanical motors everywhere. .
Suddenly, a dark blue SUV rushed into the factory, broke through the glass door of the general hall from the main entrance of the factory, and was accompanied by a burst of machine gun fire as it broke into the hall.
The two smarter people saw the car crashing in and hid behind the only table in the hall before the other party could shoot. The others were swept into a sieve before they could react.
But unfortunately this is not a movie. The table is not bulletproof. After a continuous burst of fire, the two of them, including the table and the people, were reduced to a sieve.
The remaining eight people in the workshop knew something was wrong when they heard the gunshots outside, and quickly picked up their guns and prepared to rush outside.
Suddenly there was a clanging sound of metal, and a pineapple rolled over from the door of the workshop and was rolling quickly towards the crowd. The eight people hurriedly fled.
But before they could turn around, everyone felt a burst of bright light and a loud noise burst out in front of their eyes.
boom!
Huge sound waves continued to reverberate in the workshop of about 200 square meters. Not only were the eight people temporarily blinded by the bright light, but they also had tinnitus in their ears.
Everyone's bodies lost their sense of balance and were swaying around, waving their hands randomly, just wanting to find something to rely on to support their balance.
At this time, Chen Yi walked in from the main entrance of the workshop with a tactical backpack on his back and a P90 in his hand. He looked at the group of people who were swaying and falling to the ground and shook his head. He raised the black hole of the gun and pointed it at the crowd.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!
In less than five seconds, a magazine was emptied of fifty rounds, leaving only eight sieves lying on the ground. After doing all this, Chen Yi returned to the factory gate and took out a tablet from his tactical backpack. .
After a while of operation, the SUV in the comprehensive hall slowly exited the factory, while Chen Yi was waiting at the entrance of the hall.
. . .
At this time, Boss C didn't know that the factory had been penetrated by Chen Yi alone, and was about to take the newly traded goods back to the factory.
About half an hour later, the van arrived at the sail factory.
Boss C looked at the mess inside through the smashed glass door from the outside, and his mood became terrible.
Someone is here to cause trouble!
The three people quickly got out of the car, each took out a pistol and cautiously approached the factory.
"Woo--Woo--"
Suddenly a roar of motor came to their ears, and they saw a dark blue SUV rushing towards them. Neither the driver nor the co-pilot was sitting. There were only four black muzzles pointing at them, and they continued As their footsteps kept turning.
Da da da da da!
After several gunshots, only Boss C was left standing, when a burst of electronic sound started playing.
"Drop the gun."
Seeing the four black muzzles in front of him turning towards him at the same time, he swallowed and dropped the gun in his hand.
Ten minutes later, in the factory workshop.
Boss C was tied to a chair with a bruised and swollen face.
"Why are you doing all the bells and whistles? Seeing how many postures you know, I thought you were good at fighting. It turns out you are just a silver wax gun tip. It is really embarrassing for Master Ye."
Boss C dropped his gun just now and saw Chen Yi coming out of the workshop. When he saw that he was a kid, he felt lucky. When the two of them were close, he suddenly performed a Wing Chun routine. As a result, Chen Yi punched Xia Jiba several times. Beaten into a pig's head.
Chen Yi held a vise in his left hand and a small hacksaw in his right hand. He kept banging with both hands, making a clanging sound.
Boss C looked at the cold metallic luster of the tool in Chen Yi's hand, swallowed subconsciously, and said tremblingly: "You... you... want to... do... what?"
"Give me all your money." Chen Yi stretched out his vise and pointed at a laptop in front of him. "Tell me the location of the cash, and I will help you log in to the bank account."
After hearing this, Boss C said after a long time of fighting between heaven and man: "But I...ah——"
Seeing that he was still lucky, Chen Yi picked up one of his fingers with a vise before he could say much.
Click!
There was a crisp sound of bone cracking, and Chen Yi ignored the opponent's fierce struggle. The vise continued to fix the finger, and the hacksaw was placed in the middle of the finger to cut.
Sizzsssssssss——
"ah--"
The index finger was clamped hard and slowly cut off with a saw. Boss C's face was twisted in pain, and his screams echoed throughout the workshop.
"I said...I said...my money is in...the account is..." The severe pain made Boss C unable to hold on any longer, so he quickly poured beans into his bank account number and several places where cash was hidden. It was revealed like this.
Boss C couldn't bear it with just one finger. It was so painful to speak too slowly, but he still had nine fingers left!
Although I knew I might not survive, when I thought about the nine fingers being pinched off and slowly sawed off, I felt a chill all over my body. That boy was a devil!
After hearing what Boss C said, Chen Yi nodded with satisfaction, "Twelve million, not bad, this trip is not in vain."
"Tell me all the information you know about the dismantling of houses and bookmakers! After you finish speaking, I will send you on your way. Otherwise, you still have nine fingers left, so you can figure it out yourself."
Boss C completely broke the pot and explained everything. Chen Yi also took a small notebook and listened and took notes. Twenty minutes later, Chen Yi put away his computer, put on his backpack, and walked slowly outside the workshop. When I passed a workbench at the door of the workshop, I picked up a screwdriver and swung it at Boss C and ignored him.
After a sound of the car starting up, a dark blue SUV slowly left the scene. Apart from the battered and battered corpses in the factory, only Boss C was left tied to a chair with a tattoo on his forehead. A screwdriver was also inserted deeply.
