There was no one in the Jinbei car, the doors were wide open, and the ground was filled with scattered vegetables and fruits, but the bags containing money inside were gone.

This yard looks like a place where "Di Bar" is usually used to store debris. The ground is dirty and water flows everywhere, and beer boxes are piled up around it. The windows upstairs are closed very tightly. One of them has thick curtains, and there seems to be a vague sound from inside.

After observing the surrounding environment, Bai Ze suddenly found that the back door of the small building was not closed tightly, and a thin crack was revealed. It was obvious that the robbers were carrying their money bags in. They were so excited that they realized that their business was really seamless. They would never think that someone could come to their nest, so they relaxed their guards after being secretly secretly.

Standing outside the door, listening with his ears on his back, feeling that there was no sound inside the door, Bai Ze quickly opened the door quietly, walked in, and walked through a narrow corridor in three or two steps. At the end of the front was a large food operation room.

There was no one inside, and the lights were dim. I pushed open the door in front and turned two times. There was a huge space connecting the entire first and second floors, with tables and chairs standing. Bai Ze shrank up and moved close to the wall. His movements were as flexible as a monkey. His breathing slowed down and his eyes swept around. Seeing that there was no movement, he flashed and quickly leveraged the force to jump to the third floor.

Nightlife in big cities is very rich, especially places like Gancheng, which are close to Beijing and Diba are deeply affected. Generally, the earliest business hours are around 7 pm, so they are closed during the day, and there are generally no people inside.

Therefore, after Mo entered the small building, Bai Ze's hands and feet were also open, and the lights in the dance hall were dim, and only a few emergency lights in the corner flashed, which gave Bai Ze the opportunity to sway and go upstairs.

I slightly distinguished the direction and thought about the location of the room with the curtains hanging. The next moment, Bai Ze's man had already arrived outside the door and pressed his ears on it.

"Brother, this transaction is really smooth. The time is just right. It took less than three minutes to use it. It is much faster than the one I did in Cang City last time. However, with so much money, do we have to take it out?"

The door of this room is a conference room door that imitates solid wood, with one on each side, but obviously the sound insulation is not good, and the sound inside can be heard clearly outside. Bai Ze squinted his eyes and looked inside through the crack of the door. He vaguely saw that there was smoke in the room, and eight or nine men were sitting on the sofa.

In front of the main seat at the door, behind a huge mahogany desk, a middle-aged man in white clothes sat with fair face and a pair of golden silk-edged eyes, looking gentle and gentle. He was leaning against the boss's chair, closing his eyes to rest. The rest of the people were only wearing tight vests and sitting around the sofa in front of him. A coffee table was now full of RMB like a hill.

The room was turned on, the air conditioner was blowing, and a few bulging bags were thrown around on the ground. The speaker had a strong accent of the Northeast. He looked at the piles of banknotes in front of him, and seemed to be unwilling to accept it.

"Calculate, how much money is in your hand now? Take out 10 million as principal. You can divide the amount of what you have left. You can share it yourself! You have worked hard this month, as a reward for you. I have taken the money and have fun, but I have to say that. This time, I finally got back to the south. When the transaction is over, you will be full of energy. Those people are cruel and ruthless, not a fuel-saving lamp."

The middle-aged man who had been keeping his eyes closed behind the table suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at the faces of the people in front of him. Then he tingled his body and made a silver-white hand gun out of the drawer, pressing the yellow and orange balls into the magazine one by one.

"Okay..." The big men agreed very quickly. When they heard the middle-aged man's words, they smiled and began to count the banknotes quickly, and placed stacks of coupons neatly in two large password boxes.

"Boss, don't worry. We have done this before. No matter how fierce the Vietnamese are, they are still on our territory. How big can they make waves? "A big man who shaves his scalp and his fingertips are covered with yellow calluses. He laughed, and a scar on his face was like a little snake, extending from his cheeks to the back of his neck.

"We should not be careless. Since Basang's old hunchback finished, our supply has been cut off. This time we can contact Ruan directly to the door, thanks to the words of Prince Xiao Zhang from Beijing, but the price we paid is 40% of the net profit per year. So we must not make any mistakes in this first transaction."

"Grass, after doing this, we are all busy with people, and we can't lose a lot of melons and dates all year round? These too gangsters are so fucking bad. They are so cruel. With a light word, they will take 40% of our profits, which is even more flexible than robbing banks. I think we shouldn't have to struggle to get white powder. Just do more votes like today, grab tens of millions, and then go abroad. That's so easy..."

"You understand, the little money in front of you is the only one in your eyes. What do you think is a very good son-in-law? I will be comfortable with this man. In the future, it will be enough for us to eat for a lifetime. In this year, no matter how rich you are, it is still a waste. Holding such a big tui, is our brother still worried about getting less money? If you rob the bank, once or twice, it will be fine to deal with the emergency. If you get too many times, it is difficult to guarantee that you will make mistakes. If one is caught, we will be done. At that time, each person has a peanut, and no one will bury it if he dies."

"What my brother said is that we are all rough people, and it's okay to do some hard work, but we are not as good as you when you use your brain. In short, we will do whatever you say." A big man closed his two suitcases and placed them on the desk in front of the middle-aged man, and said in a muffled voice.

"This is ten million! It turns out that robbing the bank is to buy drugs and then sell it!!!" Bai Ze frowned fiercely when he heard it, and the blood all over his body began to rush to his head: "I originally wanted to just rob the money and leave, but I didn't expect it was drug traffickers. In this way, I felt much more smooth when I killed it..."

Bai Ze himself practices boxing, and many of the things he comes into contact with are people and things in the world. So to a certain extent, he is actually not too repulsive of the so-called "gangsters" in China. After all, the people in the world eat only the rice, and each has their own tricks. This thing has been passed down for thousands of years since ancient times, and no dynasty has been completely wiped out.

Where there is light, there is darkness, and this is the truth.

What's more, Bai Ze is a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old. He has always had a strong ability to accept new things and keeps pace with the times. Although he may not agree with it, he can understand it.

But there are some things that he absolutely cannot accept. Otherwise, the punch will be in vain.

At least in Bai Ze's bottom line, the drug trafficking industry must be detested by him.

Two Raven Wars more than a hundred years ago...

Humen dispelled cigarettes a hundred years ago...

Drugs are the most untouchable thing in the world, not only harm others but also yourself.

Just as Bai Ze felt like a fire burning in his heart, he wanted to break into the door, suddenly the phone in the room rang.

The middle-aged man picked up, said a few words, then put down the microphone, waved his hand: "The Vietnamese are here, please clean up quickly, take the guy with you, let's wait downstairs first. In addition, Wu Lao, please stay on it, be careful not to be discovered, and if the situation is wrong, cover us up and retreat immediately."

"Okay!" The scarred face who was just talking responded, and reached out and picked up a handful of "fully automatic" on the table. Seven or eight magazines were stuffed into Junku's pockets. The group then came out one after another and arrived downstairs.

"Hahahaha! Brother Ruan has traveled thousands of miles away and is here. Please sit in there. I, Zheng Bin, have long admired you!"

Bai Ze took a step forward and hid at the corner behind the third floor. After these people went downstairs one after another, they saw the old fifth, holding a gun to the steps on the third and fourth floors. There was a small window where he could just overlook the entire first floor. This man must have been a soldier before, or even a sniper, hiding, his body tightly against the wall, and his whole person was not in the dark shadow of the stairwell. If Bai Ze hadn't seen it now, he would have known where he was, and it would be difficult to notice for a while.

Then, after a few minutes, the lights on the first floor were turned on, and the flowers were covered in white. Bai Ze heard the sound of two people greeting each other from downstairs. After a while, the footsteps sounded one after another. It was obvious that all the Vietnamese had entered the hall.

"When we came, we saw many police officers setting up checkpoints on the road, and the entire Gancheng was strictly cleaned, so let's trade first, the night is long and the dreams are too long..." The person who spoke in Chinese was a little stiff, but his tone was calm and he seemed very experienced.

"Hey, this person has a lot of energy. He seems to have practiced Kung Fu. I heard that Muay Thai is popular in Southeast Asia, especially these drug trafficking drug lords, which contain many desperate masters from all over the world. I wonder what kind of boxing this Vietnamese named Ruan practices?"

Bai Ze thought to himself, then slowly moved his steps, came out from the corner, gradually approaching the stairwell, and when he was about to take action for a while, he would kill the "Lao Wu" above him first.

When these bandits have guns in their hands, they are more terrifying than any kind of kung fu master, so Bai Ze never dared to be careless at this time.
Chapter completed!