The two reached a consensus on the issue of the eight faced Buddha hairstyle, so the tense atmosphere suddenly became much more relaxed.

Five minutes later, the smuggling ship disguised as a fishing boat started slowly. He Xie and Zhang Ziwei walked out of the cabin and came to the deck.

The sea breeze blows gently and the rising sun rises.

They stood side by side, looking at the fading wharf and the rising sun.

"Hey, seriously, you have a grudge against the eight faced Buddha?" Zhang Ziwei asked without looking back.

"Most people don't kill for hatred." He evil way, "you used to be a policeman. You should know this very well.

Zhang Ziwei was silent and smiled at He Xie: "although my past is not a secret, you seem to know me very well according to your tone?"

"More than you think." What evil way, "in fact, I came for you."

Zhang Ziwei's smile was stiff, but immediately it was a little exaggerated, pointing to his nose: "me? Hey, I have a wife, and I don't like men. "

"How do you know if you don't try?" He Xie looked at him with a smile.

Zhang Ziwei was stunned, took a step back and said, "are you serious?"

"Of course it's fake! Are you narcissistic? " He Xie inclined his eyes to the Tao.

"Shit, I'm scared to death by you." Zhang Ziwei breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head funny.

"Have you ever thought about what your wife would do if you killed the eight faced Buddha?" He Xie suddenly provoked a heavy topic.

The smile on Zhang Ziwei's face slowly converged.

"I'm a policeman and he's a drug dealer. We can't coexist." He said slowly, in a heavy tone, as if to convince himself.

But he still didn't answer what to do with his wife. Obviously, he was avoiding the question.

"What you really want is not the life of the eight faced Buddha." He Xie told him.

"Do you really think you know me well?" Zhang Ziwei smiled, "are you a roundworm in my stomach? You know what I want? "

He Xie looked at him for a moment, smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"You just want to find an answer, don't you?" He said.

Zhang Ziwei looked at the hand on his shoulder: "what answer?"

"An answer you don't even know what it is." He Xie smiled, "but in fact, you don't want to know. You are very contradictory, so when you know the answer, you may not want anything."

Zhang Ziwei was silent for a long time before he reluctantly smiled: "Mr. Yan said the same thing to you, but you said it more thoroughly than him."

"Are you big people very accurate?" He asked.

"Not necessarily," he evil way, "because we also came step by step. We also missed many people and paid a lot of heavy prices. People want to grow up. The price of growth is to constantly look at wrong people and make wrong choices."

"You look like you're only in your early twenties. You're not as old as me." Zhang Ziwei said with a smile, "how can you talk about such vicissitudes?"

"So let you call me he Ye." He Xie smiled.

"Good! I'll call you he Ye later! " Zhang Ziwei laughed.

They were silent.

"Do you really want to kill the eight faced Buddha?" Zhang Ziwei asked.

"Really." What evil way.

"But I killed an octahedral Buddha. Maybe there is another octahedral Buddha." Zhang Ziwei's secluded tunnel.

He turned his head and looked at He Xie deeply: "maybe it's you."

"What is the octahedral Buddha that deserves to be compared with me?" He Xie disdains the tunnel.

He looked at Zhang Ziwei and said, "why do you think I'm coming at you?"

"I can't guess." Zhang Ziwei shook his head.

"If I were the next octahedral Buddha, what would I do with you? Do you sell independence? " He Xie pointed to Zhang Ziwei's chest, "where can I find the man who sells independence? Can I find you a man who sweeps independence? Do I make myself uncomfortable? "

Zhang Ziwei was silent.

He has to admit that he heresy is very reasonable.

But because of this, he couldn't understand why he Xie came to him.

"Why don't we make an appointment." He Xie smiled.

"What agreement?" Zhang Ziwei asked with a flash in his eyes.

"I went to Hong Kong Island mainly because of you." So, on Hong Kong Island, you are my boss. I'll do whatever you want me to do. "

"So good?" Zhang Ziwei smiled.

"When you finish your business on Hong Kong Island, you will accompany me to the golden triangle." He Xie continued with a smile, "I'll be your boss then. You can do whatever I ask you to do."

Zhang Ziwei looked at He Xie.

After a long time, he nodded, "it's a deal."

He doesn't think he can come back from Hong Kong Island alive.

If you have a choice, never go to Hong Kong Island by boat from Siam Bay, especially by smuggling boat. This is the advice from He Xie.

On the afternoon of the third day, he Xie and others finally set foot on the land of Hong Kong Island.

As soon as Zhang Ziwei's mobile phone was turned on, he received two calls.

The first one was from his wife. Zhang Ziwei hid aside, spoke softly and finished the phone.

His face sank immediately after he hung up the phone.

He went to He Xie and said in a deep voice, "Mina was with his two brothers. The eight faced Buddha didn't come."

"It's normal." He Xie looked at the dimly lit Hong Kong Island and felt a sense of revisiting his hometown.

Although it is not the old land of time and space.

"Don't worry, he will come." He Xie said with a smile, "if his son is dead and he doesn't dare to stand up, what qualification does he have to call an eight faced Buddha? Call eight pigs or nine turtles. "

Zhang Ziwei smiled.

He found that he Xie always had the self-confidence of mastering everything. This self-confidence was particularly infectious.

He pointed to He Xie. Just as he was about to speak, a call came again.

"It's Duan Kun."

Zhang Ziwei looked at He Xie, thought slightly, and directly connected to the hands-free.

At the other end of the phone, there was a nervous strange cry: "Oh! Finally answered the phone. I thought you were kidding me! "

"Where are you?" Zhang Ziwei asked.

Duan Kun is worthless. Keeping him is just a disaster. The first thing Zhang Ziwei did when he arrived was to kill Duan Kun.

"Boss, when I came out on my first day?" Duan Kun laughed on the phone, "how do I know if you will eat both ends? Tell you where I am and wait for you to kill me? Hey, hey... "

Zhang Ziwei sneered, but his tone was still calm and said, "what do you want?"

"It's easy. If you buy these goods, I'll go to chic for a year and a half first. I promise no one can find me. How's it going? Am I very sweet? " Duan Kun's tone was slightly joking.

"Give me an account." Zhang Ziwei said.

"Ha ha ha..." Duan Kun laughed nervously again. "Well, as long as I can get there safely and receive the money, I'll tell you where the goods are."

"No problem." Zhang Ziwei's eyes narrowed slightly, and the killing was completed on his face. Unfortunately, Duan Kun couldn't see it.

"That's it."

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