Courtyard House: First, kill the hypocrites, leave none alive.

Hong Kong Island, Tsim Sha Tsui.

Sunlight streamed into Xie Wanying's hotel suite through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting bright dappled patterns on the carpet.

Xie Wanying stood by the window, looking down at the street below.

She was wearing a deep purple cheongsam, her hair was styled in a high bun, and her face was covered in exquisite makeup.

She looked elegant and poised, like any lady who frequents high-end places.

But in those eyes, there shone a light that only she knew.

There was a knock on the door.

Xie Wanying turned around.

"Come in."

The door opened.

Ahei led a person in.

He was in his forties, of medium build, wearing a dark Zhongshan suit, and his hair was neatly combed.

He wore a gentle smile, but his eyes gleamed with shrewdness.

Labor is accomplished.

Xie Wanying went to greet her.

She reached out her hand.

"Hello, Mr. Lao."

Lao Cheng took her hand.

"Ms. Xie, you're quite something."

He glanced around.

"It's very expensive here."

Xie Wanying smiled.

The smile was brief, fleeting in the sunlight.

"It's expensive, but no one bothers us here."

Lao Cheng nodded.

He knew where he was.

High-end hotels are frequented by wealthy people, so the police rarely dare to come and investigate.

Even if they come, they should give notice in advance.

It's safe to conduct business here.

The two sat down on the sofa.

Ahei served the tea, then stepped back to stand by the door.

Lao Cheng picked up his teacup and took a sip.

He looked at Xie Wanying.

"Ms. Xie, let's get straight to the point."

Xie Wanying nodded.

"it is good."

Lao Cheng asked, "How much do you need?"

Xie Wanying looked at him.

A faint light shone in those eyes.

"The more the better."

She said, "Money is not a problem."

Lao Cheng's eyes lit up.

He looked at Xie Wanying, a hint of seriousness in his eyes.

This woman speaks with confidence.

I'm not the kind of person who asks casually.

"Ms. Xie,"

He said, "I have a ship in Southeast Asia."

Xie Wanying's eyes narrowed slightly.

Lao Cheng continued, "The previous buyer ran into some problems. The goods arrived, but the buyer disappeared."

He paused.

"This batch of goods can be given to you directly."

Xie Wanying looked at him.

"What goods?"

Lao Cheng said, "Submachine guns, rifles, bullets, grenades. The whole set."

Xie Wanying's breath caught in her throat for a moment.

But she didn't show it on her face.

"How many?"

Lao Cheng said, "It's worth five million US dollars."

Xie Wanying's eyes lit up.

Just for a moment.

Then she regained her composure.

"confirm?"

Lao Cheng nodded.

"confirm."

He leaned back on the sofa, looking at Xie Wanying.

"Ms. Xie, this shipment was originally destined for a warlord in Southeast Asia. But that guy was killed, and no one is there to receive the goods."

He smiled.

"Perfect, just what you need."

Xie Wanying remained silent for a few seconds.

She was thinking.

Five million dollars worth of weapons.

Submachine guns, rifles, bullets, grenades.

The complete set.

If we can secure this shipment—

As for Ruan Xiong, he won't have to worry for at least six months.

She looked up at Lao Cheng.

"Mr. Lao, I'll take this batch of goods."

Lao Cheng's eyes lit up.

"Ms. Xie was straightforward."

Xie Wanying took a check out of her handbag.

Place it on the table.

Push it over.

Lao Cheng looked down.

Two and a half million US dollars.

half.

His eyes narrowed.

"Ms. Xie, this is...?"

Xie Wanying said, "Half is a deposit. The other half will be paid immediately upon delivery of the goods."

Lao Cheng stared at the check for a few seconds.

Then he laughed.

The smile was brief, fleeting in the sunlight.

"Ms. Xie,"

He said, "You're a straightforward person."

He put the check away.

stand up.

Xie Wanying also stood up.

Lao Cheng looked at her.

"Ms. Xie, the goods are in Southeast Asia. I'll have someone sail the ship to the port there later."

He paused.

"The rest you'll have to transport yourself."

Xie Wanying smiled.

The smile was brief, tinged with a hint of smugness.

"no problem."

She said, "Then I notified people."

Lao Cheng nodded.

He stretched out his hand.

"Ms. Xie, it's a pleasure doing business with you."

Xie Wanying took his hand.

"It's a pleasure working with you."

Lao Cheng turned around and strode out.

The door closed behind me.

The room fell silent.

Xie Wanying stood there, looking at the door.

Her heart was beating fast.

Five million dollars worth of weapons.

A deposit of 2.5 million.

Pay the other half when the goods arrive.

If all goes well—

She turned around.

"Ahei!"

Ahei walked over quickly.

"Sister Ying."

Xie Wanying looked at him.

Excitement shone in those eyes.

"Go tell Xiong Ge. Tell him to send someone to Southeast Asia to pick up the goods."

Ahei paused for a moment.

"Sister Ying, what kind of goods are these?"

Xie Wanying said, "Arms. Five million dollars worth of arms."

Ahei's eyes widened.

Five million?!

Xie Wanying nodded.

"Yes. Half the deposit has already been paid. The goods are in Southeast Asia. I'll have Xiong send someone to pick them up."

Ahei took a deep breath.

"Yes, Sister Ying!"

He turned around and strode out.

The door closed behind me.

Xie Wanying was the only one left in the room.

She walked to the window and looked at the bustling street scene outside.

The sun was strong, shining on her face.

But she didn't feel hot.

She only felt her heart beating very fast.

Five million dollars worth of weapons.

If this batch of goods ends up in Ruan Xiong's hands—

She remembered Ruan Xiong's face.

The scar that runs diagonally from the eyebrow to the corner of the mouth.

That group of more than two thousand people.

And what he said.

"If you can really help me find weapons, you will be my woman, Ruan Xiong's woman."

A slight smile appeared on Xie Wanying's lips.

The smile was brief, fleeting in the sunlight.

-

Borneo, rubber plantation.

The living room on the second floor of the small villa.

Ruan Xiong sat on the sofa, having just received a call from Ah Hei from Hong Kong Island.

Five million dollars worth of weapons.

A deposit of 2.5 million.

The goods are at the Nanyang port.

Tell Ruan Xiong to send someone to pick them up.

stand up.

I walked to the window.

Looking out the window at the endless rubber plantation.

The sun was strong, shining on the rubber trees, making the leaves gleam with an oily sheen.

"Five million..." he murmured.

Ruan Xiong turned around.

Then he laughed.

The smile was brief, fleeting in the sunlight.

"it is good."

He walked back to the sofa and sat down.

Lin Abian summoned his personal bodyguard.

"Go. Take fifty men with you."

Abian was stunned.

"Fifty people?"

Ruan Xiong nodded.

"Yes. Fifty people. To bring the goods back."

He looked at Abian

Be careful on the road. Don't get into any accidents.

Abian nodded.

"Yes, brother."

He turned around and strode out.

Ruan Xiong leaned back on the sofa, looking out the window.

Xie Wanying.

This woman actually succeeded.

-

Hong Kong Island, hotel suite.

Xie Wanying sat on the sofa, holding a cup of tea in her hand.

She looked out the window at the sky that was gradually darkening.

The sun is about to set.

The horizon was a sea of ​​orange-red.

She remembered the batch of goods that Lao Cheng had mentioned.

Five million US dollars.

If all goes well, Nguyen Hung will be able to obtain this batch of weapons.

At that time—

She put down her teacup.

stand up.

I walked to the window.

Looking out the window at the city where neon lights were beginning to flicker.

-

three days later.

Nanyang, at a certain dock.

Night had fallen, and the sea was pitch black, with only a few scattered lights on cargo ships in the distance.

A cargo ship was quietly moored at the dock.

Abian stood on the dock, followed by fifty strong men.

They were all sent by Nguyen Hung from Borneo; they were capable and daring in battle.

He glanced at the cargo ship.

The people on the ship are unloading cargo.

Wooden crates were carried out of the ship's hold and piled up on the dock.

Abian walked over.

An official came forward to greet them.

"Brother Bian, the goods are all here."

Abian nodded.

He opened a wooden box.

Inside were brand-new submachine guns, wrapped in oil paper and neatly stacked.

He opened another one.

rifle.

Another one.

bullet.

Another one.

Hand grenade.

All of them are high-quality goods.

Abian's eyes lit up.

He closed the wooden box.

"Load it onto the truck."

His men responded immediately.

The wooden crates were loaded onto the truck.

One after another.

Fill it up.

Ah Bian looked at the trucks and felt very satisfied.

Sister Ying got it done.

We've received this batch of goods.

He turned around.

"Walk."

The truck started and slowly drove away from the dock.

They disappeared into the night.