The Infernal Affairs of Hong Kong

Two days later, the hospital ward.

Song An led the female assistant into the door, and said with a smile: "You don't get up, patient, they spent so much money, it's not good for people to see that you are not injured."

"President Song." Zhou Yu raised his hand on the hospital bed: "Have you checked your identity?"

The nuclear weapons have been sold for so many days, one is to sell high prices, and the other is to make time for Song An.

Who is the buyer and who is behind it? It takes a little effort to check these things.

"I've found out about everything, Xiaowen, show the information to Sir Zhou."

Song An's words were still reserved. As far as the country is concerned, there is nothing that cannot be found out by looking for such things.

"Sir Zhou, here are the profiles of 22 buyer representatives." The female assistant Yuan Xiaowen handed it over.

Zhou Yu flipped through the files, and laughed: "I guess it's pretty much the same. Our rise always makes many people restless, and we can make as much chaos as we can."

Song An nodded: "This time I want to teach them a lesson, and warn them not to stretch their hands so long, the result of stretching is to be cut off."

After finishing speaking, he smiled again: "The harvest is not small, right? An iron box with a little seasoning can sell for tens of millions of dollars."

"It's a one-off business."

Zhou Yu smiled modestly, not much, just over 4 million U.S. dollars, plus a little Hong Kong dollars.

"Why don't you share half of the meeting? Mr. Song, you provided this material?"

"Half of it is not enough, I have to take it all away." Song An said the truth, her expression was still very serious.

Zhou Yu smiled: "Okay, I'll give you the address, and you can get it yourself."

"Ha, you should keep the flowers." Song An finished joking, then raised her head: "Have you noticed, there is a very important person missing from above."

Zhou Yu looked at the file and nodded slightly. Among the 22 dealers in the weapons market, there is no Amis, which is very intriguing.

Song An took a deep breath and said with a straight face: "There is a clue that you don't know. There is one person missing from the fallen military plane, but there is also an extra thing."

"What is it?"

"Skydiving suits, for the Air Force of the United States and the United States."

Zhou Yu pondered for a moment after hearing this, and then said: "The news from my people over at Magang,

Jin Taonian has been recuperating quietly since he ran over there. Except for his godmother who is in the arms business in Magang, no one else has seen him. Oh, there is also a full-time doctor who is also his godmother.

But last night, a group of Middle Easterners went to him secretly and stayed for 20 minutes. "

The content of the conversation was not obtained by the surveillance personnel, but based on the combination of the current information, it has basically surfaced who the Red Bandits are working for.

It's not that the red robbers themselves must belong to someone, after all, they may be just for money.

Song An frowned slightly and thought, since Zhou Yu didn't say anything, it means that Jin Taonian is not dead: "Since the boss behind him didn't kill him, then he is going to use him again."

Doing this business, spending so much money, and costing the boss so many people, the fate of failure is not so good.

"I think they may be waiting for me to open the sea."

Once Zhou Yu released the sea ban, the things can be shipped out directly, and the people behind will rob them, even saving the step of finding a way to leave the port.

"No matter how strong I am, how can the Arhats of the Eighteenth Route show their magical powers and help them complete it easily and comfortably." Song An nodded, agreeing with Zhou Yu's idea.

He smiled and said, "Then you can't do it without sailing the sea."

"The performance fee has been paid, it's time for them to perform on stage." Zhou Yu smiled.

After another two days, Zhou Yu exhausted their patience and finally raised his hand.

The normal company's delivery of goods has become smoother, and customs officers have laxed a lot in inspections. This news was immediately known through various channels.

At the same time, 0 Ji still maintains a high-pressure attack in the underground weapons market, and without evidence, it seems so incompetent and furious at the rough methods of the gangsters.

It is rumored that because of Zhou Yu's serious illness, some members of the police force have begun to suppress Zhou Yu's faction, and 0 records are the hardest hit.

There were also rumors that Zhou Yu's condition was improving, and some people were anxious that Zhou Yu's subordinates would make mistakes.

No one knows which is true. Zhou Yu's ward is strictly guarded, fearing that there will be assassins attacking him, and it is so airtight that anyone who wants to inquire about the news can't get close.

The people in the underground weapons market can't sit still, if this time doesn't go away, when will it be?
In case Zhou Yu's condition is really good, with Zhou Yu's style, he will never relax like this.

In the middle of the night, on the dark sea, ships, speedboats, left the port inconspicuously.

They found out clearly that due to the high-intensity vigilance in the past few days, the marine police are very angry. Now they go to work and do not work hard, and the inspection is extremely lax.

They also carefully tested, first let the speedboat smuggle a few batches of goods out to explore the way, and did not set off until the safety was confirmed.

At one o'clock in the morning, the network collection begins!
On the surface of the sea, searchlights were suddenly lit on the smuggled cargo ship, and the speeding patrol boat chased the fleeing ship.

No one wants to surrender, this thing must be saved!
Naval battles are launched in multiple places at the same time!
Da da da da, gunshots, horns, warnings, resounding across the sea.

The flames of the muzzles and the light of the grenades illuminate the sky.

Zhou Yu walked out of the ward, and stood on the command vehicle by the sea, looking at the battlefields on the screen.

There is no need to hide now, and the clear card is closed.

At the same time, the inconspicuous places in Xiangjiang were broken by the Flying Tigers and the CIB attack team one by one.

Residential houses, warehouses, and small stores that are very normal in daily life, such as grocery stores, are all hidden residences of arms spies.

Leaders were caught one by one, and a large number of arms were detected.

The results are quite impressive!

"Sir Zhou, the target has been captured, and the operation is going well." Operation personnel from one place to another reported up. Zhou Yu was calm and calm, and only said one word 'good'.

It was also at this time that a fierce exchange of fire was taking place in the underground base. The situation was a hundred times more ferocious than Zhou Yu's here, and it could even be said to be tragic, because the manpower was basically not here.

10 minutes later, jingle bell, jingle bell.

"Hello." Zhou Yu answered the phone.

Fan Jiaming: "Sir Zhou, our base has been attacked!"

Zhou Yu's face immediately sank, "I'll send someone right away."

"It should be too late. It's been ten minutes. A passer-by called the police. I'm on my way. No one notified me. I'm afraid it's already over." Fan Jiaming's own people were standing guard there, and none of the calls could be reached.

"I'll be there right away." Zhou Yu glanced at the screen, "The driver will drive."

Twenty minutes later, at the entrance of the underground base, the door that should have been locked was opened, and the duty officer at the front desk and two plainclothes fell to the ground.

Zhou Yu walked into the elevator, and the elevator went down quickly. When he opened the door, he saw blood on the ground and 8 dead bodies.

"Ah!" Fan Jiaming roared angrily.

Zhou Yu casually walked to a computer, turned on the monitor of the warehouse, and sure enough, everything was gone.

"Make a list of everyone, check them one by one, and see who is not here." Zhou Yu said coldly.

From the moment the news was received, one thing was certain, there must be something wrong with someone inside.

All of Xiangjiang's attention was on the sea. Except for a few people, no one knew that those nuclear bombs were fake.

This group of people actually knew it was a fake and didn't sleep, and they also knew that they came here to grab it.

It could only be the ghost!

Fan Jiaming clenched his fist and said in a low voice, "I remember everyone."

This is the site of the security department, and he knows it well.

"You said."

"Since the crisis has occurred, all the people who have been here, the civil servants in the security department, my team members, and a group of people under Li Sir, the escorted SDU, Wei Shile's group, the professor, people from Bangzi Kingdom, and people from the mainland people."

"There are also a few deputy directors who are discussing how to protect themselves in case of a nuclear explosion crisis. The other is to know the upper level here. I don't know who it is."

Fan Jiaming looked at the faces of his subordinates while talking, and said in a low voice: "Those who know that things are still here, civil servants, Li sir's subordinates, your people, the people from the mainland, and my people are impossible. They are all dead, unless You think it's me."

Zhou Yu turned his head and slowly looked at everything in the arena, looking at the faces nearby, and his mind ran through the names one by one.

Li Yanming's people are still fighting at sea, and Wei Shile's people are still catching arms dealers everywhere. There are really not many people who know about it.
"Call first and inform everyone to come back, no one will be missing," Zhou Yu said.

If someone doesn't come back, forget it.

"Yes."

40 minutes later, 02:30 am.

Many people who had just been woken up from their beds were already stunned when they saw the scene, and their waking breath turned to ashes in an instant, and they felt a little chilly.

Not only because of the corpses at the scene, just so brightly placed, the air is filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder smoke.

It was also because Zhou Yu and Fan Jiaming looked at them with cold eyes.

"Everyone alive has come."

"Ah."

Ding, the elevator door opened again, and Song An came out.

Zhou Yu nodded at him, "You record everyone's statement, where you have been, who you have met, who you have called, and what you have said, and record it for me every word."

"Yes."

"Do you hear clearly?" Zhou Yu called out to the crowd.

"Yes, sir!" The matter was serious, everyone knew the seriousness, and followed Fan Jiaming and Wei Shile's people to the small room obediently.

Wei Shile knew about the cooperation and fraud, but his subordinates didn't know about it, and they didn't care about human relations, but logically, it couldn't be Wei Shile's person.

As for Wei Shile, Zhou Yu definitely believed it.

Looking at the crowd, Song An looked at the scene with a heavy heart, walked to Zhou Yu and said in a low voice, "Xiao Yuan is gone."

"What?" Zhou Yu turned around suddenly, with extremely surprised eyes.

It is impossible for Zhou Yu to doubt anyone, but Song An and Song An. Isn't this funny?
Song An frowned: "I just received a call from you and knocked on her door, but no one answered, and no one answered the phone. This is not her usual style."

When the secretary's slightly larger movement will wake up, it is impossible to oversleep, this is the basic rule.

"Would she have a problem?" Zhou Yu asked with a frown, puzzled.

"She has been with me for 8 years." Song An only said so much, he believed in Yuan Xiaowen, the disappearance was right in front of him, he couldn't explain it, and he didn't want to interfere with Zhou Yu's judgment.

Zhou Yu walked to the conference table, lit a cigarette, and calmed himself down to think. Yuan Xiaowen didn't meet him many times, and his impression was that she was capable, intelligent, and not much talker. If she was an inner ghost, Zhou Yu thought it was impossible, not because of emotion on, but logically.

"It shouldn't be her."