When a person is extremely hesitant or hesitant in his heart, his sensory time will be extended infinitely. Sometimes it even feels like a second has passed a lifetime.

This is the case for Huang Jingyuan. In a daze, he kept looking at the guests coming in and out of the bar, his expression twisted to the point of being twisted.

This caused many passers-by to stay away from him.

The man kept his eyes on his arms, and the gun Otomo Miwa gave him was within reach. Huang Jingyuan recognized the model of this gun, a Glock semi-automatic pistol.

Very bad street stuff.

It can be said that six out of ten armed robberies in Hong Kong City used this kind of goods.

One advantage of being too widespread is that it is difficult to check.

Although this kind of thing can't hit"730" very far, the accuracy also depends on the gun owner's usual gun sense. Most people can't kill anyone after a distance of thirty meters, but the advantage is safety, and they can trigger the gun continuously. The trigger will never explode.

This means that even if he fails and is caught, there will be no clues to trace Hutchison, and the only evidence will be his own confession. is that useful?

After spitting, Huang Jingyuan scratched his head. What would you say in court?

A Japanese man he had never met drove him to a bar at random, and then gave him a pistol to kill his lucky number?

And he actually did it?

Shit!

Huang Jingyuan felt that if she really said that, the chance of entering a mental hospital would be far greater than that of a suffering prison.

What if you don’t? So what consequences will you bear?

Huang Jingyuan slowed down his breathing and forced himself to calm down. He understood that this was a multiple-choice question given to him by the terrible man, and the reason why the other party did this was obviously because he did not believe him.

In the night breeze, Huang Jingyuan stood there quietly, counting the guests coming out of the bar one by one, waiting for his lucky number.

"BOSS, do you think Ayuan is a mole or an informant?"

Although the plane was afraid of Su Pingnan, he knew that the last thing he should do was hide it, so after arriving at the hotel, he asked directly.

"Does identity matter? Su

Pingnan, who was smoking a cigar, looked at the beautiful Victoria Harbor at night and asked. He was not a local mule, so it was difficult to understand why the local bosses of Airplane and Hutchison hated informants far more than undercovers.

"The wrongdoer has his head, and the debtor has his owner. Others are soldiers and we are thieves. Win or lose is determined by God, and the family members will not be implicated."

Plank said with a cold expression,"But if he is an informant and wants to make money from us, then I want his whole family to go to hell."

The expression on the plane that was gritting his teeth became more and more ferocious. Informants are different from undercover agents.

Informants simply rely on betrayal to make a living. They only live for money. But because they come from the lowest level, they are the most difficult to identify.

Hutchison After two years of covering the sky with one hand, he was still betrayed by informants and bitten hard. Not only did the two red sticks go to jail, but they were also forced to give up two small and medium-sized pieces of territory. This made the plane resentful.

"It is better to block than to open up. Our foundation has been established. Whether it is the north or the port city, it is the most normal idea for them to want to control Heji."

Su Pingnan is very calm.

A man who has reached this point has no way out. The stronger Hutchison's control over the three religions and nine streams, the more fearful the relevant departments will be. It can be said that this level of open and covert fighting can be said to be the key to future peace and stability. Remembering the norm for decades, Su Pingnan had already prepared for this, otherwise he would not know these new faces so well.

"It doesn't matter what his identity is, the key is what he will choose next. If he really shoots, then I dare to give him a chance regardless of whether he is a ghost or not."

The man's face was almost arrogant and confident.

He bowed down. He had his own intelligence and understood that his position was too sensitive and he must not ask too many questions or be greedy for power.

Su Pingnan smiled and changed the subject,"Know yourself and your enemy. Victory in every battle, this time I came to Hong Kong City. The thing behind the sudden appearance of Huang Jingyuan suddenly gave me an idea. 0........"

The man's eyes were like abyss,"Since they came in desperately hammering nails, let's mix some people in and play with them."

Su Pingnan casually put out his cigar and stood with his hands behind his back and said quietly,"Those who are bound by the body will never die, and longevity is The calamity of endless hell."

Whether you are a ghost or an informant, you have already fallen into the endless hell.

Sometimes, life is really not as good as death. (To read Baoshuang novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

The ninth... the tenth... looking quietly at Huang Jingyuan at the door of the bar holding a cigarette, but the bitter tobacco smell did not change his mood. When he relaxed, he became more and more anxious.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

When the lucky number appears he must act. Because he understood that if he didn't take action, whether he was wronged or not, he would be the one who died unjustly.

In the dark world, the jungle of the jungle is about strength, not truth..

Touching the firearm in his arms, Huang Jingyuan walked slowly towards the door of the bar. He had already seen someone about to go out.

"Sorry, don't blame me for your unlucky luck. I will definitely play a little crookedly so that you can save 5.0 lives."

Huang Jingyuan murmured to himself and drew the gun, but the moment his finger touched the trigger, the familiar face in front of him still made him stay on the spot for a moment.

He knew this person.

Criminal Intelligence Division Inspector Li Cangdong. A figure A lean, unsmiling middle-aged man. More importantly, this man is his boss and his only contact person.

If he thought that Mr. Su was just a lunatic before, then this man's When he appeared, his heart suddenly fell into hell.

That person was a devil! It turned out that from the beginning to the end, he who thought he was smart was playing tricks on him.

"boom!"

The next second, gunfire rang out.

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