Sitting in the car, Brother Kun's eyes were very clear.

He is not a natural criminal, and it has been caused by countless accidents to this point.

Among his generation of Hong Kong tycoons, he has the best education and fame. He graduated from Hong Kong Island University and is proficient in Mandarin, English, Siamese, and Vietnamese. Including his own Cantonese, he masters five languages.

Well, these are no longer important.

The road was taken by myself, and Brother Kun didn’t regret it was today.

He is rich and famous now and is about to retire and immigrate. He has to say that there is something he can't let go, and only his disciple Ali.

To be honest, in Brother Kun’s idea, Ali is not a qualified heir.

If he was not his brother-in-law and had not met his wife and sister, Brother Kun would not let him take office, even if Ali saved his life.

However, after several conditions were added together, Brother Kun decided to let Ali get on the top and try it.

No matter what, Ali has a closer relationship with him.

Some shortcomings are enough, and his advice is enough.

Of course, the premise is to pave the way for him and not leave him a mess.

Thinking of paving the road, I would immigrate abroad and take my wife and children to live the life I want, Brother Kun showed a happy smile on his face.

He has found the road, and this road was also chosen by Ali himself.

I believe that with today's friendship, even after he leaves, Ali will be able to gain a foothold among Hong Kong Island dealers and will not be able to leave.

squeak!!

The car stopped in the open space on the edge of the village, and Brother Kun's eyes turned cold.

He was the first to step out of the car door, held his Glock's gun tightly, and growled: "Come with me!"

“We’ll go there too.”

Lin Yao greeted him and took the others off the minibus.

They were divided into three teams, one of which was the men of Brother Kun, who were also led by Brother Kun.

The first team is the Gunners who won the United Nations, led by Lin Yao.

The remaining team is the gunmen of Qinglong Logistics, led by Zhang Biao and Yuan Kehua.

Three teams of men took advantage of the night to break into the woods and touched the small building outside the village.

Because it is a temporary stronghold, the small building where the Siamese people are located does not have dogs, which gives them the opportunity to approach under the night.

A few minutes later, Lin Yao and his friends lay in the bushes and had already touched the location less than ten meters away from the building.

This is the best location. Going further forward, the building is surrounded by open areas, so it is difficult to hide the guard post on the roof.

"Awei, it's up to you."

Lin Yao poked Zhang Ziwei and signaled that he could do it.

Zhang Ziwei was not vague either. He hid his pistol behind his back and walked out of the bushes, shouting to the roof of the building: "Nanda, Dengdan, are you on it?"

Hearing someone calling him, two Siamese men with guns lay beside the wall and exposed their heads.

biubiu

Two gunshots in succession, with special gunshots with mufflers, broke the tranquility under the night.

Brother Kun glanced at Yuan Kehua beside him. They seemed to be shooting at the same time, but he knew very well that Yuan Kehua's shooting speed was faster than his third place in the gun.

Even though he rarely made moves in a high position over the years, his marksmanship has regressed.

Yuan Kehua's shooting skills were also enough to surprise him. This was a shooting skills that could participate in the competition and get a certain ranking.

Could it be that this person is also the shooting champion in his hometown?

"The bedroom on the left is the kitchen, on the right is the kitchen. Brother Kun, take someone from the bedroom, Zhang Biao, take someone from the kitchen, I am ready to break in at any time in the front."

Lin Yao ignored Brother Kun's surprise and quickly gave a few instructions. The three teams of men began to act at the same time.

"What sound?"

In the small building, several Siamese people sitting in the living room playing cards obviously heard a strange noise.

The next second, before they could stand up and look for it, Zhang Ziwei played his role again: "I'm back!"

When several Siamese people relaxed their guard when they heard that it was Zhang Ziwei who came back.

Dingdong!!

A second sound came from the kitchen. At the same time, Lin Yao, who was guarding the door, broke into the door.

"Don't move, I will beat whoever moves!"

At the door, in the kitchen, bedroom, gunmen rushed into the living room.

Several Siamese people who were playing cards were beaten into sieve just as they were about to touch their guns, and the gunshots were heard all the time.

"Come with me!"

Brother Kun, with murderous intent on his face, led the team to rush to the second floor again.

The three teams present can do whatever they don’t fight, but their team can’t do it.

Brother Kun knew very well that they were not Lin Yao’s own people, and it was too late to enter the game. It would be all about whether they eat meat or dirt in the future.

Dingdeng!!

Accompanied by Lin Luan's footsteps, a few seconds later, dense gunfire sounded on the second floor.

Instead of going upstairs, Lin Yao looked at the corpses all over the ground and nodded to Zhang Ziwei in praise.

"Only three people!"

After a moment, Brother Kun brought people down.

“Three?”

Lin Yao frowned slightly. There were four people upstairs, three sleeping and one writing a diary. How could it be three?

After counting the people in the living room, one of the seven people is fine, where is the only one left?

quiet!!

The living room was silent, everyone looked around and no one spoke.

Lin Yao's eyes slowly moved, and finally stopped in the bathroom.

The bathroom door is closed, and the light switch outside the door is facing downward.

The light switch is on downward and off upward, and this step is universal.

The bathroom lights are on, and there may be someone inside.

"Brother Yao"

Noting Lin Yao's gaze, Zhang Biao picked up the ak47 in his hand.

Lin Yao made a ban on voice gesture, took the rifle from his hand, and pointed the muzzle at the toilet door.

Twist

ak is violence, a shuttle bullets are finished in just four seconds.

Lin Yao blew the smoke-filled muzzle, and a moment later, blood flowed out from the bathroom door.

Crunch!!

Zhang Biao stepped forward and opened the door. Everyone held rifles and looked up.

Seeing that, an older boy sitting on the toilet with a pen in one hand and a diary in the other looked like he was only seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Little Bodcha, his father is the leader of the Eight-faced Buddha's personal guards. The shot on my shoulder was his father's attack."

Zhang Ziwei stood aside and said with a smile to Lin Yao.

Lin Yao nodded slightly, took out the cigarette box expressionlessly, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

bite!!

Zhang Biao took a step forward, and the kerosene lighter brought a pungent smell.

Lin Yao sucked the cigarette butt twice and walked out without looking back: "I notify the corpse collector to come here. I don't want to see anyone talking nonsense in the newspaper on Hong Kong Island tomorrow."

The corpse collector is a special profession born with gangs.

They are usually composed of retired police officers, forensic doctors, funeral home staff, and cemetery guards. They are mainly responsible for cleaning up the scene, destroying corpses, and some trivial tasks.

Although they are asking for a high price, after their hands, the scene will be completely destroyed and the body will disappear without a trace, and will never cause trouble for customers.

Half an hour later.

A special vehicle with cleaning and care written on it drove down the mountain road.

Five people got out of the car, and soon black plastic bags were put into the car, vacuum cleaners, buckets, car washing spray guns, and some unknown bottles and jars were carried in.

The professional one is professional. Lin Yao sat in the car and watched, guessing that after an hour, there should be no trouble here.

Majestic, majestic

Just as I was thinking, a patrol car drove in the distance.

The gunshots here are quite loud, and someone in the village called the police.

Hearing an alarm, a fat old man walked in from the small building and stopped the police officers in the patrol car and said something.

After a while, the patrol car drove away again.

Tomorrow morning, a sign will be erected at the entrance of the village to warn some naughty children that firecrackers are prohibited from setting off firecrackers in the middle of the night.

As for the small building, they will be restored to their original state.

The villagers may not believe it, but they have no evidence that there was a gunfight here last night.
Chapter completed!