Detective: From the Police Academy

Chapter 538 It's either you or me who dies!
Let's go back to the night before...

Containers at Pier 2 of Laem Chabang Port.

When Yang Zixiong recklessly fired three shots, each hitting precisely in front of the little mustache's toes, the entire scene immediately became tense.

On the surface, Hu Jing runs a construction company in Myanmar, but in reality, she colludes with the Myawaddy Industrial Park to engage in bloody industries such as drug trafficking, human trafficking, smuggling, and kidnapping.

She's seen her share of tough characters and experienced some big scenes.

But all of this boils down to one word: "talk"!
Before the talks, no one threatened violence; at most, it was just a show of force, since it didn't align with their actual interests.

However, Yang Zixiong fired a shot without saying a word to scare people, clearly showing he was not afraid of trouble.

This made Hu Jing realize that the power behind them might not be underestimated.

Bao Tianqiang was also surprised. Based on his years of understanding, he did not think Yang Zixiong was an extremely reckless person.

Back in Hong Kong, everyone risked their lives. Although there was talk of fighting and killing, we always left ourselves a way out. We had long since learned how to survive and wouldn't suddenly draw our guns.

However, after his experience at the Beishan tea plantation and witnessing Luo Rui's ruthless methods in arresting drug traffickers, Yang Zixiong's personality underwent a change.

At that moment, seeing more than a dozen armed men rushing out from all sides of the container, Bao Tianqiang was startled and quickly snatched the gun from Yang Zixiong's hand, rapidly removing the magazine.

He smiled at Hu Jing and said, "Boss Hu, don't be angry. My little brother was too reckless and didn't know what was good for him. Please forgive him."

Hu Jing's face was ashen as she stared intently at Yang Zixiong.

"This can't just be left like this. An apology won't do. Tell me, how are you going to compensate me?"

Yang Zixiong squinted and pointed at the man with the mustache: "He was the one who drew his gun first. Since we're talking business, let's sit down and talk, right?"

We came from the Philippines, and our boss told us that if we really couldn't reach an agreement, it wouldn't matter, but he also said not to embarrass him!

Our boss took those two women and paid for the goods. What more do you want? Are you threatening us?

Seeing that he was being targeted, the man with the mustache immediately cursed in broken Chinese, "You motherfucker..."

Before he could even utter a curse, Bao Tianqiang looked up, shoved the magazine into the chamber, pulled the safety, and pointed the gun at him: "Come on, try cursing again?"

The man with the mustache was startled. He gave a look to his men around him, and a dozen or so men surrounded him, raising their guns.

Bao Tianqiang looked at Hu Jing: "Okay, then there's nothing to discuss? In that case, once the goods arrive in the Philippines, our boss will pay the balance, and we'll be clear about everything and never have anything to do with each other again."

Mr. Hu, as you know, our boss has a very large business in the Philippines, not only in Southeast Asia, but also mainly in North America and Europe. He has channels, people, and connections. It's a highly profitable business. If you don't do it, someone will talk to us.

I'm not afraid to tell you, the person who did business with our boss the year before last was named Jin Hong.

He was the owner of Shenlan Biotechnology in Linjiang City, Haidong Province. Later, he and his people were arrested by the police, and we lost our supply. We had no choice but to come to Myanmar to find a source of supply.

You should know George Soros, this financial tycoon who has undergone five heart surgeries, one of which was provided by us.

"If you don't want to do this business, fine, we won't force you. Now let us leave!"

Bao Tianqiang's eyes were sharp; in all his life, he had never been so bold.

When he was involved in triads in Hong Kong, he always walked on thin ice, but now he had to be tough for once.

If we can't get in touch with Hu Jing, we won't be able to find out how many compatriots are in the park, let alone obtain concrete evidence.

Without evidence, the provincial and ministerial departments of Haidong Province had no way to conduct joint law enforcement with the Myanmar police.

How many innocent people will disappear from this world?
These are all fellow countrymen!
Moreover, he had already prepared himself mentally before coming.

Previously, he had agreed to go undercover in Hong Kong with Yang Zixiong in order to save his life.

Now, he is doing this to uphold justice and rescue his innocent compatriots.

Yang Zixiong was also surprised; how did he suddenly become so awesome?

Indeed, having a righteous spirit makes all the difference.

Hu Jing coldly stared at the two people in front of her. With just a word from her, her men could riddle them with bullets and throw their bodies into the sea to feed the fish.

However, Lin Cong had thoroughly investigated the background of these two people. Through his friends in the Philippines, he found out that the largest 'matchmaker' and 'human smuggling' group there also had a person surnamed Zeng in it, and his appearance and age matched.

Through special channels, they also learned that this group of people were ruthless and powerful.

In addition to smuggling, drug trafficking, and human trafficking, most importantly, they provide organ services to the wealthy.

Jin Hong's Deep Blue Technology Company does indeed have a deep relationship with them.

Otherwise, Hu Jing wouldn't have made a special trip to see these two people.

Whether a business can expand overseas and everyone can make money together depends on whether an agreement can be reached.

Seeing her hesitation, Bao Tianqiang said directly to Yang Zixiong, "Xiongzi, they don't want to talk. Let's go. Anyway, Myanmar isn't the only country we can cooperate with."

Seeing this, Hu Jing frowned and said, "Wait a minute."

Bao Tianqiang grinned: "Want to talk?"

Hu Jing smiled, clearly indicating that the other party thought she had given in.

But how could he compromise? This tough guy in front of him dared to pull out a gun, and bullets had already been fired. If he just let it go like this, how would he face his men in the future? How would he explain it to them?

Furthermore, in business, you must maintain control and not yield even a little; yielding is tantamount to making concessions.

Hu Jing pointed at Yang Zixiong and the man with the mustache, frowning, and said, "You two ruined what was a perfectly good business deal. Everyone's embarrassed now. What do you suggest we do?"

When the man with the mustache heard his boss say that, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

Yang Zixiong raised an eyebrow: "Then what does Boss Hu suggest we do?"

"A life-or-death duel."

Hu Jing uttered four words that startled Bao Tianqiang: "Isn't this a bit much?"

Hu Jing waved her hand dismissively: "One person has to die. There's a reason for it. Business thrives when someone dies. It won't affect what we're going to talk about next."

She looked at Yang Zixiong: "So? Do you agree or not?"

Just as Bao Tianqiang was about to refuse, Yang Zixiong said, "Then how about a life-or-death duel?"

Hu Jing blinked: "It's usually Russian roulette, that's popular here."

But we don't have revolvers, so it's not exciting. How about this: each of you take a gun, and whoever kills the other wins. That's it.

“Okay!” Yang Zixiong readily agreed.

The man with the mustache turned pale and couldn't help but cry out, "Boss, I..."

Hu Jing shrugged: "When you're out in the game, your life is given by your boss. You've been raiding other people's underground casinos behind my back and robbing them several times. Don't think I don't know about this."

If you survive, we'll call it even. You can decide what to do next.

After she finished speaking, she looked at the muscular man who had been standing behind her and said, "Ah Cai, give them guns."

Ah Cai nodded, took the gun from his two subordinates, removed the magazine, and ejected all the bullets, leaving only one bullet inside.

The magazines were not installed; they were handed to Yang Zixiong and Xiao Huzi, along with the guns.

Yang Zixiong grabbed it and quickly disassembled the pistol parts to check for any problems.

But the man with the mustache dared not accept it, looking at his boss with fear in his eyes.

Hu Jing didn't even glance at him before sitting down in the chair.

Ah Cai patted him on the shoulder and said in Burmese, "Life and death are in the hands of fate. You brought this upon yourself. If you don't resolve it, you won't survive."

The mustachioed man is truly regretting it now!
He cursed inwardly, "Damn it, you bitch, I stood up for you, and now you want to send me to my death!"

He shakily took the gun, glanced at Yang Zixiong, who had already assembled all the parts and nodded. Bao Tianqiang pulled him aside, worriedly asking, "Xiongzi, are you sure you can handle this?"

Yang Zixiong smiled and said, "If he kills me, do you remember where my home is?"

Bao Tianqiang shook his head: "I don't know."

"Never mind if you don't know." Yang Zixiong shrugged indifferently.

At this moment, Ah Cai walked to the center of the field and took off the white vest he was wearing.

He was very muscular, with tattoos on both arms and a wolf's head tattooed on his chest.

The surrounding people had already dispersed, leaving the arena to the two duelists.

Yang Zixiong walked to the left, spread his legs, pulled the safety off his pistol, and raised the gun in his right hand.

The man with the mustache gritted his teeth, looked at Hu Jing, and pleaded again, "Boss, I was wrong, please give me another chance."

Hu Jing ignored her, crossing her legs as if she hadn't heard what she said.

Ah Cai walked over, snatched the gun from his hand, and while helping him load the magazine, said, "Don't dawdle, act like a man! Even if you die, your family will treat you well."

Ah Cai pulled the safety, shoved the gun into his hand, and pushed him to the other end of the field.

At this moment, the distance between the two sides was estimated to be about 20 meters.

Each of them had only one bullet in their pistol, and both were already loaded. If they hadn't missed vital organs, they might not have died.

But no one can predict the outcome.

Ah Cai stood in the middle towards the back, forming a triangle with them.

He held his white T-shirt high above his head.

"I'll count to three, and when you put down your clothes, you can shoot, regardless of whether they kill you or not!"

"one!"

Yang Zixiong gripped the gun barrel tightly in his hand.

"two!"

As soon as the sound fell, the man with the mustache immediately raised his gun.

Before Ah Cai could even count to "three," he immediately pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

A burst of dazzling gunfire flashed from the muzzle, and bullets invisible to the naked eye grazed past Yang Zixiong's ear.

With a loud "bang!", the bullet struck the collection box behind him.

Yang Zixiong's earlobe was hit, and blood dripped onto his shoulder.

He blinked only once, his body remained motionless, and he didn't even raise the gun.

Bao Tianqiang immediately flew into a rage: "You motherfucker, I'm going to fuck you to death!"

He raised his gun, lunged forward, and kicked the man with the mustache.

The man with the mustache stumbled and fell to the ground. He struggled to his feet and pulled the trigger at Bao Tianqiang.

But he had already shot it off with just one bullet.

The man with the mustache threw down his gun and tried to grab it from his companion, but his companion immediately blocked him, clearly not intending to help.

Bao Tianqiang went up, kicked him in the knee, turned the gun around, gripped the barrel, and smashed it hard against the mustachioed man's head.

"I'll teach you to be so uncivilized! I'll let you fire first!"

"I'll fuck you to death!"

Bao Tianqiang struck him hard with the butt of his gun more than a dozen times, leaving the man with a bruised and swollen face, begging for mercy repeatedly.

Instead of begging for mercy from Bao Tianqiang, he crawled toward Hu Jing, who was coldly watching everything.

"Boss, give me a chance! I don't want to die!"

"Over the years, I have done so much for you, and I have not let you down."

"Please give me a chance. I'll do anything for you, I'll be your slave, please."

Bao Tianqiang stepped on his back, stomping several times. He then raised his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Fuck you, you can take a beating!"

At this moment, Hu Jing looked at him and said, "Kill him."

Bao Tian emphasized turning the gun head and pulling the safety.

But Hu Jing immediately waved her hand: "Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. Call your little brother to kill him."

At this moment, Yang Zixiong was wiping the blood from his ear with a tissue.

Upon hearing this, he looked up and saw Hu Jing staring at him with a smile.

"Someone shot you and you didn't even flinch. Where did your courage go? Aren't you frustrated? You're really good at holding back."

Yang Zixiong smiled, rolled the blood-stained tissue in his hand into a ball, threw it on the ground, and strode towards the man with the mustache.

Bao Tianqiang turned around and kept gesturing to him with his eyes, telling him not to act rashly.

Yang Zixiong's identity is quite sensitive; if he were truly involved in a murder...

Just as Bao Tianqiang was about to persuade him, Yang Zixiong raised his gun and pointed it at the mustachioed man's forehead.

The man with the mustache looked at him desperately: "No...don't kill me..."

"boom!"

A crisp gunshot rang in everyone's ears, and a gash appeared on the mustachioed man's head, from which blood gushed out.

Because the muzzle was too close, and Yang Zixiong was holding an FN57, which has a very strong armor-piercing capability with an initial velocity of 550 m/s, capable of penetrating Level III soft body armor.

So the bullet came out from the back of the mustache's head and smashed his forehead.

His body stiffened, and his face slammed heavily onto the ground.

Bao Tianqiang lowered his head, feeling deeply saddened.

Yang Zixiong's face was expressionless. He turned the gun around, handed it to Ah Cai who was walking over, and said with a smile, "It works better than my gun."

Ah Cai snatched the gun and glared at him fiercely. The others around him did the same. After all, once the rabbit is caught, the hound is cooked. Little Mustache was one of their own, and they must be upset about him being killed so suddenly.

At this moment, Hu Jing stood up and said casually, "It's no pity to die, Ah Cai, you can throw the body into the sea later."

Ah Cai nodded, clearly sensing his resistance.

Hu Jing looked at Yang Zixiong, smiled, and then said to Bao Tianqiang, "We'll set off early tomorrow morning for Miaowadi. I'll take you to see Boss Lin!"

After saying that, she picked up her bag and casually led the group away.

A moment later, the body of the man with the mustache was also dragged away, leaving only Bao Tianqiang and Yang Zixiong standing in the same spot.

The two looked at each other, speechless for a long time.

The distant harbor was quiet, with only the leftmost lighthouse shining faintly...

(End of this chapter)