Chapter 220

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In the middle of the night, at Kwai Chung No. 5 Pier in Tsing Yi, Hong Kong, a crane is transferring containers one by one from a freighter moored at the port to the dock.

In less than an hour, more than ten containers on the freighter have been transferred.

A worker in a yellow hard hat and dock uniform waved and gestured, shouting, "Hurry up! Hurry up!"

Then, a few men who were obviously not dock workers led them to one of the containers.

The worker opened the door of the container and shone the light of the flashlight into the container, and saw two brand new Mercedes-Benz sedans inside.

The men walked into the container and opened the rear door of the Mercedes in front of them and got in. Then they took out a switchblade and slashed lightly on the leather chair in the back seat.

I saw that the leather of the chair was not filled with sponge or the like, but a bag of white powder.

The man stretched out his little finger to pick up a little white powder, then stuffed it into his nose and took a deep breath.

"How is it? Is this stuff pure enough?" Another man outside asked.

The man who got into the car pushed out again, his nose twitched and he stuck out his thumb, "It's a good product!"

Several people looked at each other and showed bright smiles after hearing the words, and one of them said: "Then hurry up and transport it to our warehouse, the boss is afraid of waiting in a hurry."

But just as they closed the door of the container, there was a sudden siren in the distance.

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

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

The faces of those men changed drastically, and one of them said in a panic: "Why... how come there are police? What should we do?"

"What to do, run, if you get caught, you won't have to come out for the rest of your life!"

The other person shouted, and quickly drew out his pistol, fired several shots at the police car in front, and ran to the left, trying to run into the path between the containers.

But the police on both sides shouted: "They have guns, fire! All units pay attention, fire is allowed!"

At the moment, there was continuous gunshots and flashes of fire. The men here were far inferior to the police in terms of numbers and weapons and equipment. In less than a minute, three of them were shot dead.

In the end, the two threw away their pistols and raised their hands and shouted "surrender".

After controlling them, the police officers escorted them to open the dozen or so containers one by one, and found that all of them were brand-new Mercedes-Benz cars without exception.

Under the instructions of the two surviving men, the police opened the back seats of the cars and found that the leather chairs were full of

Bags of white powder.

"Mr. Xie, it's all No. 4 heroin! Damn, it's all about three or four hundred catties!"

A policeman who had cut open the back seat of the car shouted to the commander outside, his tone mixed with shock and excitement.

Because such a large drug smuggling case was cracked, they, the policemen in charge of execution, also had a lot of credit.

I heard the commander called "Officer Xie" say: "Okay, take them all away and take them back to the police station! There are also those two suspects, watch them closely!"

As a result, the heroin and those men who got out of the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz car were all taken away by the police. After a lot of noise, the No. 5 Pier returned to calm.

On the other side, in a warehouse in an industrial building in Tsuen Wan, Fang Bingrun was sitting there with a roast goose leg in his hand, eating with relish.

Next to him was a handsome and gentle man in his twenties, but it was Mo Zhenxing.

Fang Bingrun looked at his watch, chewed the meat in his mouth and said, "Why don't you come, these bastards, it's so slow to ask them to do something."

"Uncle Fat, don't be angry, drink a glass of water." Mo Zhenxing handed Fang Bingrun a glass of soda, his tone very gentle.

Fang Bingrun smiled and said, "Hey, it's better for me, A Xing." He also reached out and touched Mo Zhenxing's buttocks.

"Uncle Fat, don't be like this, the brothers are still outside, it will be terrible if they see it."

Mo Zhenxing hesitated for a while, "After you go home, you can do whatever you want, Uncle Fat."

Seeing Mo Zhenxing's "charming" appearance, Fang Bingrun really wanted to pounce on him, but Mo Zhenxing was right.

His subordinates are still outside, if they find out, his leader will be over.

Suddenly, Fang Bingrun's mobile phone rang.

He was about to get it, but found that he was holding the roast goose leg in one hand and the soda in the other, and he couldn't tell the difference.

When Mo Zhenxing, who was next to him, saw him, he immediately put his hand into his arms and took out his mobile phone, and pressed the call button for him and put it close to his ear, very considerate.

Fang Bingrun glanced at him appreciatively, and then said to the phone: "It's me, what's the matter?"

In less than five seconds, Fang Bingrun's face changed drastically, he became pale all of a sudden, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and at the same time he shouted: "What the hell are you talking about?

All my goods were taken away by those policemen! ? How the hell is that possible, I've got all the joints open, there's no way the cops will find out! "

He kept panting, his face was full of ferocity, and after a while he said again: "Those two people, you should immediately find someone to go to the police station and police them."

Sue them, tell them not to talk nonsense, give them some settlement money, and let them be charged with all the crimes.

What? refuse? So what if they spend a lifetime in prison, they should be prepared to sacrifice for the society from the time they joined our 'East Star'! "

After a pause, Fang Bingrun said gloomyly: "Okay, if you don't want to, then give me a chance to kill them both.

Lest they become "twenty-five boys" for me to go out! OK, that's it! "After hanging up the phone, Fang Bingrun's chest was still heaving violently.

Mo Zhenxing, who was next to him, quickly helped him stroke his chest, and asked with concern: "Uncle Fat, what's the matter, is something wrong with our goods?"

"Yeah, I don't know why the fuck was discovered by the police, and now those goods have been taken away by the police, go fuck it!"

Fang Bingrun was so angry that he threw the roast goose legs and soda on the ground.

Mo Zhenxing frowned and said: "But it's impossible, our matter is so secret this time, the freighter company and the wharf have opened up the joints, it stands to reason that it is impossible for the police to find out.

unless……"

"Unless there are 'two or five boys' in our club."

Fang Bingrun said with a fierce face: "This time, only you, me, and your subordinates know about it, you go and check to see if there is any problem with them.

If there really is a 'Twenty-Five Boy' among them, you bring it to me, and I'll fucking kill him with my own hands! "

"Understood, I'll go now." Mo Zhenxing nodded, and immediately got up to carry out Fang Bingrun's order.

Fang Bingrun was the only one left in the large warehouse, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

He stood up abruptly from the sofa, kicked the cardboard boxes around him vigorously, and kept yelling, "Fuck your mother! I'll fuck your mother!"

Fang Bingrun stayed in the warehouse until after five o'clock in the morning, but there was still no news from Mo Zhenxing.

Suddenly, Fang Bingrun's mobile phone rang again, and he immediately picked it up and put it to his ear, "Hello, is that Ah Xing?"

"Godfather, it's me, Lianhu." It was Xiao Lianhu's voice that came through the phone.

"Call me so late, what's the matter?" Fang Bingrun's voice was slightly impatient.

I only heard Xiao Lianhu say on the phone: "Godfather, I have something very important to tell you."

"What's important, if it's not urgent, please call me later, I'm busy."

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

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

Hearing Xiao Lianhu's last words, Fang Bingrun stopped the thought of hanging up the line, and couldn't help asking: "Ah Xing's?"

"Yes godfather." Xiao Lianhu said in a deep voice, "I suspect that Mo Zhenxing is probably the undercover agent that the police have inserted into our club!"

"Impossible!" Fang Bingrun said immediately, "This is absolutely impossible!"

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

Come here, no matter whether Mo Zhenxing is an undercover agent or not, you can rest assured. "

After weighing it up, Fang Bingrun gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll come over now. But Lianhu, don't blame me for not reminding you in advance.

Although you are my godson, if you let me know that you deliberately framed A Xing to get rid of him, then don't blame me for being cruel! "

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

So, Fang Bingrun took a few of his men to Xiao Lianhu by car.

At this time, Xiao Lianhu was in an open-air food stall. When he saw Fang Bingrun's car, he immediately got up and went to meet him.

And he opened the car door for Fang Bingrun himself, "Godfather, I'm really sorry for letting you come here so late, but this matter is too important to delay."

"Okay, okay, let's stop talking nonsense." Fang Bingrun waved his hand, "You say that A Xing is an undercover agent for the police, what evidence do you have?"

"The evidence is there." Xiao Lianhu turned his head to look at a residential building not far away, "Godfather, come with me, you will find out soon."

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the food stall and walked towards the residential building.

Fang Bingrun thought for a while, and followed Xiao Lianhu with a few of his men.

(end of this chapter)

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