"How are you?"

The unexpected meeting made Zhang Ziwei a little embarrassed.

Ma Haotian and Su Jianqiu walked up and looked at their familiar and unfamiliar former companions, and choked up several times and couldn't speak.

Silence, for nearly half a minute of silence, the three of them just looked at each other.

After a long time, Ma Haotian was the first to react, patted Zhang Ziwei on the shoulder, and asked back without answering: "How are you?"

"Fortunately, I don't believe I am still alive. Are you surprised too?"

When the three brothers gathered together, Zhang Ziwei's heart was complicated.

He had a lot to say, but he couldn't lift it when he was at his mouth, and his mouth seemed to be sewn on it.

The second silence.

In about half a minute, Zhang Ziwei looked up at Su Qiujian and asked, "Son or daughter?"

Su Qiujian didn't say anything, knelt on the ground with a thud, hugging Zhang Ziwei's legs and burst into tears.

It's him, it's him.

If he hadn't been afraid of death, the Eight-faced Buddha would not have been prepared and Zhang Ziwei would not have become a victim.

In the past five years, he has woken up from a nightmare more than once, and has numb himself with alcohol more than once, hoping to make himself forget all this.

But he couldn't do it. As long as he closed his eyes, Zhang Ziwei's smile would appear in front of him.

In order to find some comfort, Su Qiujian worked hard and was promoted from an intern inspector to the position of general inspector in just five years, and was nicknamed: drug nemesis.

But he understood that what he wanted was not honor, but a little inner comfort.

"Why are you crying?"

Zhang Ziwei pulled Su Qiujian up, held him in his arms, and asked for the second time: "Son or daughter?"

"Daughter, Daughter"

Su Qiujian cried like a child, holding Zhang Ziwei tightly, as if he would lose him once he let go.

Zhang Ziwei also shed tears. When he heard the news about Su Qiujian's child, he was in a complicated mood and could not express himself. He could only nod and said, "Have a good daughter, she is worry-free. She is my father's little cotton-padded jacket."

"Awei, we received the news that the Eight-faced Buddha's people came to Hong Kong Island and were preparing to go to war with another drug lord. The person who led the team was also called Awei, is that you?"

After crying for a while, Su Jianqiu, who was already the general inspector, suddenly pushed Zhang Ziwei away.

When Zhang Ziwei heard this, his heart ached and he looked at Su Jianqiu with a gaze.

Su Jianqiu wiped away the tears, with a serious look in his eyes, and said, "Where have you been there in the past five years? Why don't you contact us? Is the person who led the team this time? What is your relationship with the Eight-faced Buddha? Why did he come back from the dead?"

Zhang Ziwei smiled, helpless and desolate.

He knew everything, but Su Qiujian came to question him.

Is he afraid that he would tell the story of the past and affect the future of General General Su?

"What would you do if I said that I have been a subordinate of the Eight-faced Buddha for the past five years, and I am the one who led the team to Hong Kong Island this time?" Zhang Ziwei said, tears slid from the corners of his eyes.

Su Qiujian suddenly took out his gun, pointed the gun at Zhang Ziwei, and said in a deep voice: "I want to catch you, I want to catch you back!"

"Aqiu, you're crazy!"

Seeing Su Jianqiu taking out the gun, Ma Haotian quickly stepped forward to stop him.

Zhang Ziwei laughed loudly, his smile filled with sadness, and he choked and said, "We haven't seen each other for five years. You're going to catch me when we first met?"

"I am a soldier, you are a thief, black and white are incompatible!" Su Jianqiu's eyes were filled with tears, and his hands holding the gun were trembling.

"Black and white are incompatible?" Zhang Ziwei nodded slightly, and then suddenly said to Ma Haotian: "Do you know, why that action failed?"

Ma Haotian stopped Su Qiujian and asked, "Why?"

"Because someone called the Eight-faced Buddha and the man told the Eight-faced Buddha that there was an insider, the Eight-faced Buddha found a mercenary and we lost so badly." Speaking of this, Zhang Ziwei looked at Su Jianqiu.

Ma Haotian looked disbelief. He suspected that there might be problems with his actions that day, but he did not doubt, or did not want to doubt his brother.

At this time, Zhang Ziwei pointed it out. He looked at Su Jianqiu in disbelief, hoping that Su Jianqiu could give him an explanation or tell him loudly that it was not me.

"What did you say?" Su Qiujian was shocked first, then manic, and raised his gun and roared: "You are sowing discord. Do you have any evidence that I did it? Explain it clearly to me!"

"At the beginning, my wife told me that there was an insider. By the way, I'm married. My wife is the daughter of the Eight-faced Buddha." Zhang Ziwei looked at the two of them with no sadness or joy on his face: "The second time, it was a very strange person who told me that the insider did not deliberately betray me."

Zhang Ziwei said this and said, "Of course, I can't determine who that person is. He may be ours or the Siam police. You don't have to be afraid."

"What am I afraid of, a joke!"

When he heard that Zhang Ziwei didn't know who that person was, Su Qiujian quickly recovered from his calmness.

Disappointment flashed in Zhang Ziwei's eyes. He knew that this person was Su Jianqiu, and he really wanted to see Su Jianqiu admit it in person.

Unfortunately, Su Jianqiu at this time is no longer Su Jianqiu five years ago.

He is now the star of the Hong Kong Police Force, a drug nemesis, and a promising general inspector. He is expected to be the throne of the police officer before he is forty. He may not be able to become the number one in the police force in the future.

"What did you say, what did you want to say?" After regaining calmness, Su Jianqiu breathed a sigh of relief and acted more innocently.

The disappointment in Zhang Ziwei's eyes became even stronger. He slowly stretched out his hand and said coldly: "If you don't know what I'm talking about, you can catch me now. Come and catch me. I am the leader in this operation."

Huh!!

Su Jianqiu was gasping for breath, and the struggle was extremely fierce, but he was not determined to get the handcuffs after all.

When Zhang Ziwei saw this scene, he looked at the look of relief. Although Su Jianqiu did not admit it, he did not even miss the brotherhood of the past.

"Don't you catch me?"

Zhang Ziwei took a step back and watched Su Jianqiu and Ma Haotian's reactions.

"I really won't catch it?"

Zhang Ziwei took another step back and his legs were three steps away.

"Then I'm leaving?"

Zhang Ziwei smiled and turned around, heading towards the direction he came.

"Awei, where are you going?" Ma Haotian looked at him, his eyes full of reluctance.

When Zhang Ziwei heard this, he turned around and looked at Ma Haotian, pointed at him and said loudly: "Awei is dead, you chose the idol!"

"Awei!"

Looking at Zhang Ziwei's departure, Ma Haotian felt sad, but could not keep him for the second time.

Zhang Ziwei is right. He is already dead, died in the crocodile pool five years ago.

He chose that. He could only take one of the three, and he chose to take Su Jianqiu away.

He didn't want to do this either, but he had no choice. The pistol he used to hijack the daughter of the Eight-faced Buddha at that time had no bullets. He used the gun to scare those people.

In the end, Su Jianqiu was chosen, not because Su Jianqiu's weight was heavier than Zhang Ziwei in his heart.

But Su Jianqiu has a wife and children, and his wife is waiting for delivery in the hospital and is about to become a father.

Zhang Ziwei is less concerned. It is better to cry alone than to cry alone.

He knew that no matter how he chose, he was wrong.

If possible, he really wanted Zhang Ziwei and Su Jianqiu to leave, and he would stay and be the scapegoat.

But the Eight-faced Buddha disagreed. The Eight-faced Buddha recognized him and knew that he was the commander-in-chief of the action. He wanted him to pay the price and used this method to make him feel guilty for the rest of his life.

Does he have any choice?
Chapter completed!