Starting from floating in Hong Kong

Chapter 14 The gangster?That's it?
The headgear was just a cloth bag without a hole in it, covering the mouth, nose and eyes.

Wanda and Maozai looked at each other, looked at each other, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Hey, isn't it Brother Shapi, what kind of plane are you doing?"

"Just listen to Brother Shapi's orders, there are so many words." Qin Yi reached out to take the hood, and put it on his head directly.

Seeing Qin Yi being so up-to-date, Shapi's feelings for him suddenly increased, so he said to comfort him: "It's okay, everyone, don't be afraid, with me here, nothing will happen."

Seeing that the three of them had put on their hoods, Sharpei started the car.

Although he couldn't see with his eyes, Qin Yi relied on his hearing to carefully distinguish the sounds of passing by, and at the same time silently counted his own heartbeat.

After going around for an hour, when everyone was about to get impatient, the car finally stopped.

The three of them took off their hoods and looked around, only to find it was pitch black.

There was no movement around, only the sound of the waves could be heard.

Not far away is a row of low and simple houses, and the yard is surrounded by barbed wire and iron sheets.

After hearing the sound of the car, two men with unfriendly faces came out of the yard and greeted them from a distance, "Why did Shapi take so long?"

"Turn a few more laps on the road."

"Is there a tail?"

"How could it be? It's very clean. Where's Brother Huan?"

"Drinking inside, waiting for you."

While talking, the two of them stared closely at Qin Yi and the other three with vigilant eyes, keeping their hands behind their backs.

Shapi greeted and led the three of them into the yard.

Those two blocked their back path and followed behind.

The yard is not big, and the corners are full of sundries, scrapped machines, stacks of plastic boxes, and scattered wine bottles.

A large light bulb hung from the eaves, illuminating an open space in front of the door.

A square table was propped up in the middle of the yard, with cups and plates scattered on it, leftover bones and crushed cans piled up together.

There were three people sitting at the table, their faces flushed with alcohol stimulation, holding beer cans in one hand and cigarette butts in the other.

There was a person sitting in the middle, in his 30s, with an ordinary appearance, but his eyes were as sharp as a falcon, and he slowly scanned several people.

Shapi walked forward with a smile, "Brother Huan, I brought them here."

Ye Jihuan's face suddenly changed, and he slammed the table hard, causing the cups and plates on the table to jump up and shatter into pieces.

"Sharpi, are you blind? You dare to bring over the undercover cops!"

"Brother Huan, I..."

Shapi was so anxious that he was about to open his mouth to defend himself, but Ye Jihuan suddenly gave him a look, and he stood there silently.

Qin Yi was expressionless and stood there motionless.

But Wanda and Maozai turned pale instantly, and subconsciously clenched their hands.

The two people behind them pulled out their guns and put them directly on the waists of Wanda and Maozai, "Don't move."

As he spoke, he groped around on them, and soon found the pistol on Wan Da's waist, "Brother Huan, this guy is carrying it."

Ye Jihuan glanced at Qin Yi, then at Wan Da, his face was full of hostility, "Drag him out and beat him to death."

Before Wan Da could react, he was hit on the head with the butt of a gun and fell to the ground.

Then Ye Jihuan pointed at Qin Yi, "And this."

The two people sitting next to him jumped up with grinning grins, and rushed towards Qin Yi.

A sneer suddenly appeared on Qin Yi's face, "Shua!" He unzipped his jacket and pulled it to the sides, "Come on! Come here if you are not afraid of death!"

The two of them stopped suddenly, Ye Jihuan's expression changed wildly, and he was stunned.

Qin Yi's body was wrapped in two circles of slender tubes, which were connected with dense red and blue wires, and there was an LCD screen on it, with numbers constantly beating.

"Come on!" Qin Yi had a hideous smile on his face, like a lunatic. His right hand was raised high, holding a red switch in his hand, "I will explode as soon as I let go, come here, die together, hehehe."

The eerie laughter spread far and wide in the dark night, making it especially infiltrating with the silence around.

Ye Jihuan and his subordinates only felt a chill rushing from the bottom of their hearts, their heads crashed, and cold sweat gushed out.

"Don't be afraid, give a bang, it will be soon, it won't hurt at all!" Qin Yi took a step forward with a smile.

One of Ye Jihuan's subordinates suddenly collapsed, and he picked up the gun suddenly, "You don't come over here, I will shoot if you come over again!"

This sentence seemed to detonate the deadlock, and the others raised their guns one after another, aiming at Qin Yi together.

"Don't move! Don't come here!"

"It's kind of like shooting! Why don't you dare? How can you be so cowardly?"

Qin Yi walked towards Ye Jihuan with a smile on his face, and Ye Jihuan and others slowly backed away.

When Qin Yi took a step, they took a step back, like a tiger facing off against a pack of hungry wolves.

"Come on! Open!"

"Brother Huan? What should I do?"

"Don't come over, put down the detonator!"

"Shoot him quickly!"

"Come on! Die together! Drive!"

"Brother Huan?!"

"I shot!!"

"Don't shoot!"

"open ah!"

"open ah!"

"open ah!"

A flushed face, a neck with raging veins, and a trembling roar.

The two sides raised their voices louder and louder, as if using their tone to show their courage and momentum.

On the one hand, there are hysterical intimidation, and on the other hand, there are pressing provocations.

Ye Jihuan's hand holding the AK47 was covered with sweat, and his finger on the trigger trembled slightly.

A demonic voice inside was shouting, shoot, shoot this man.

But the trigger seemed to be so heavy that his fingers couldn't pull it down.

Several people gathered in a group and wandered in the yard. The table was knocked to the ground, and the cups and plates were smashed to pieces.

The feet were full of debris, and the two of them were still wearing slippers. Their feet were scratched and blood flowed all over the ground, but they didn't realize it.

Ye Jihuan took a deep breath, "No one has dared to threaten me Ye Jihuan at this age, you are cruel enough, today I admit defeat. You and your friends go, I will never stop you."

"Go?!" Qin Yi sneered, "I'll just go if you let me go? Doesn't that make me lose face?"

"What do you want?" Ye Jihuan asked with a cold snort.

Qin Yi looked at Sharpei, "Brother Sharpei, you are the one who said that you want to take me into big business, don't you usually cooperate with this kind of guy?"

"Hey, Mother Thurei, what did you say?"

"Push the street! The family shovel!"

"Say it again!"

Several people cursed angrily and waved the guns in their hands excitedly.

Qin Yi looked over one by one coldly, but no one dared to look at him, and looked away in a panic.

"So what if I say it again?" Qin Yi sneered, "I said you are not courageous enough, you are so cowardly! A bunch of fun! Did you hear clearly!"

"Mother Throwing Lei!" A person couldn't help it, and walked up to Qin Yi with an AK47 in his hand.

Qin Yi grabbed the muzzle of the gun and pressed it against his stomach, "Come on, shoot, hit here, 10 kilograms, enough to take everyone away!"

"A Liang, don't be impulsive!" Ye Jihuan suddenly stopped his subordinates, pulled A Liang back, and reprimanded, "Are you trying to kill the brothers?"

Only then did Shapi react, and hurriedly said: "Everyone, don't be impulsive! Brother Huan and Ah Yi are all on our own, there is no need to be so stiff! Everyone put down their guns!"

"Brother Shapi, I'm giving you face today, I didn't expect your boss to treat me like this." Qin Yi said coldly, "You guys are not sincere at all, and you still suspect that we are undercover agents, are you kidding me?"

"No, Ah Yi, calm down, you are still young, there is no need to do this?" Sharpei was sweating profusely. He thought he had pulled over a right-hand man, but he didn't expect it to be a mental illness.

(End of this chapter)