Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

Seeing the submachine gun thrown out from the corner, Zhan Junjie couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, another cloth bag was thrown out, and even a black, round object rolled out from the bag.

"careful!"

The policeman on the side stepped forward and wanted to stand in front of Zhan Junjie, but was stopped by Zhan Junjie.

That’s right, that black, round thing is a grenade.

However, the string was not pulled apart, but rolled out unexpectedly.

"Put your hands on your head and walk out slowly!" Zhan Junjie shouted again towards the corner not far away.

Soon, the bandit leader walked out from the corner with his hands on his head.

Several police officers rushed forward, grabbed the man's arms, and handcuffed him behind his back.

As for the other injured gangster, someone also stepped forward to arrest him.

However, half of this person's arm was broken on the ground and he needed immediate treatment.

At this point, all persons involved in this shocking case have been successfully arrested and brought to justice.

However, Zhou Xiaoyu, the mysterious mastermind behind the scenes who manipulates everything, is still hiding in his unknown secret hut, anxiously waiting for news from his subordinate Du San.

As time passed, Zhou Xiaoyu's anxiety grew stronger.

He sat on the worn-out sofa, fiddling with the cigarette box in his hand that was almost deformed, his eyes fixed on the eerily silent cell phone on the table.

Every slight noise would make his heart beat faster, but every time he looked at the screen with anticipation, he was only met with disappointment.

Finally, Zhou Xiaoyu, unable to suppress his inner irritation, stood up suddenly, grabbed his cell phone, and quickly dialed the familiar number.

At the same time, the team led by Zhan Junjie on the other side had just finished a fierce battle.

The smoke had not yet cleared, and the ground was littered with broken walls and weapons and equipment left behind by the enemy.

The team members were all sweating and panting, and were cleaning the battlefield in a tense and orderly manner.

"Sir Zhan! Du San's phone suddenly rang, and the caller ID showed that the other party was Zhou Xiaoyu!"

A young police officer ran over in a panic, holding a mobile phone wrapped in a transparent plastic bag tightly in his hand.

The cell phone seemed to be given life, vibrating wildly in the bag, as if conveying Zhou Xiaoyu's anxious mood.

Seeing this, Zhan Junjie quickly reached out to take the phone and made a gesture to silence the busy team members around him.

Everyone immediately understood what he meant and stopped what they were doing. The whole scene instantly became silent.

Then, Zhan Junjie took a deep breath and carefully pressed the answer button.

"Du San, what's wrong with you? Why haven't you called me to report the situation yet?"

Zhou Xiaoyu's almost hysterical roar came from the other end of the phone, making Zhan Junjie's ears buzz.

Faced with such a question, Zhan Junjie naturally couldn't give a response. He frowned slightly and snorted coldly through his nose.

"You were there? It's inconvenient to talk?" Zhou Xiaoyu was confused and continued, "It's been over half an hour, why hasn't it been done yet? Why is Annan dragging his feet on these people's behalf? I spent 200 million Hong Kong dollars on them, and this is the result?"

"Ok!"

Zhan Junjie raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a faint smile on his face, and his eyes slowly swept over the serious-looking police officers around him.

Then, he hummed softly again, as if accidentally.

At this moment, Zhou Xiaoyu's high-pitched and angry voice sounded particularly harsh.

He kept shouting, as if he wanted to vent all the dissatisfaction in his heart.

Since there was complete silence all around and no other noise to disturb us, the only sound in this huge underground parking lot was Zhou Xiaoyu's shouting coming from the other end of the phone.

However, Zhou Xiaoyu himself seemed completely unaware that every word he said was clearly heard by everyone present.

"Stop making those 'hmm's and 'ah's' noises all the time, you bastard! Tell me exactly when this thing can be done?" Zhou Xiaoyu yelled again at the top of his voice.

Faced with Zhou Xiaoyu's fierce questioning, Zhan Junjie remained silent for a moment, and finally uttered a low and magnetic voice from the depths of his throat: "It's over. Where are you now?"

Zhou Xiaoyu on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, then said in a puzzled tone, "I'm... uh, huh? That's not right, you're not Du San, who are you?"

It was not until this moment that Zhou Xiaoyu realized that something seemed to be wrong.

Before he could react, Zhan Junjie's deep voice sounded again coldly: "I am Zhan Junjie, Senior Superintendent of the Serious Crime Squad of the Hong Kong Headquarters!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a crisp "click" sound, and it was obvious that the phone slipped from Zhou Xiaoyu's hand and fell to the ground.

I guess Zhou Xiaoyu was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat the moment he learned the other party's identity.

Because he knew very well that he was probably completely finished this time.

At this moment, Zhou Xiaoyu knew that he had to escape from Hong Kong Island as soon as possible, without delay!

However, time has quietly come to evening and night is about to fall.

Even though he was anxious to leave this troubled place immediately, he helplessly found that there was no suitable flight that could allow him to do so.

He had no choice but to find a secluded place to hide and wait for tomorrow to try to escape.

What's worse, if the police have already issued an arrest warrant for him, it would be extremely difficult for him to even set foot in the airport.

Therefore, in order to ensure that everything is safe and avoid falling into the hands of the law, he had to rack his brains to think about how to smuggle himself out of the country.

This humble secret hut before him became his temporary haven. Except for his good friend Du San, no one else knew of its existence.

However, the situation has now taken an unexpected turn - Du San was arrested by the police!

This unexpected change was like a bolt from the blue, and Zhou Xiaoyu's heart instantly plunged into an ice cellar.

He couldn't be sure whether Du San would give him up during the interrogation. If that were the case, if he continued to stay in this secret hut, he would be like a turtle in a jar.

Thinking of this, Zhou Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel anxious.

In a panic, he hurriedly began to pack his luggage.

In a hurry, he stuffed some important items into his backpack, then pushed open the door without hesitation and strode towards the cool sports car parked not far away.

He just bought a property last year, and no one knows about its existence yet.

Although it was empty and even the basic decoration had not been completed, and the house lacked all the necessary furniture and equipment, at least for the time being, it might provide him with a sense of relative security.

Because of this, after careful consideration, he made a resolute decision to go there to avoid the limelight.

At the same time, he quickly took out his cell phone, looked up the phone numbers of his friends who were involved with the underworld in his address book, and called them one by one, eagerly asking if anyone knew the ways and methods to smuggle out of the country.

After all, time is running out, and it would be best if we could escape successfully tonight.

However, even if he could not leave successfully tonight, at least for now, he still needed to find a temporary shelter to ensure his personal safety.