A burst of fierce bullets hit the van door that had just been closed. The van spun around in place, rushed out quickly, and sped away. The police behind them chased for two steps with their guns raised, firing.

, two police cars followed quickly.

The Burmese man rushed into the van and tried to restrain Zhao Fanchen. Before he could take action again, Zhao Fanchen put a dagger to his neck: "We were also betrayed. We saved you because we didn't want you to misunderstand that we were betraying you."

about you."

The dagger was pressed against his throat. The Burmese man just stared at him fiercely. Zhao Fanchen let go of him. The somewhat embarrassed bald Burmese man wiped the sweat from his forehead, sat down and grinned: "Damn, he was actually killed.

With so many dead gangsters encircling and suppressing them, there must be no traitors among your people. How can I settle the score for the death of three brothers this time? How can I settle the score for the fact that I almost gave up my life here?"

"We live a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife and making a living. We are always aware of being betrayed. This is normal. This transaction is not over yet, is it?" Zhao Fanchen lit a cigarette for himself,

He stared at the Burmese man with a somewhat scary look in his eyes.

The Burmese man tore off the sleeves of his shirt and tied it with the wound on his arm. He glared at Zhao Fanchen, then turned around and said something to his men. The guy took the bloody packet to Zhao Fanchen. At this time, the police car behind him

Still chasing, the van was running wildly on the pier, followed closely by the police car. In the van in front, Zhao Fanchen and the Burmese were still conducting transactions.

Turning around, Robin threw the two black canvas handbags behind him to the Burmese people. They opened them and looked at them. They contained drugs and banknotes. The people behind them nodded at the bald Burmese people, meaning there was no problem.

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"This time, I owe you a life. We are on the same boat now. We have to shake off the tail and escape quickly, otherwise there will be more and more police in a while." The bald Burmese man looked back at the car and saw that he was already there.

Four or five cars followed.

After thinking for a while, Zhao Fanchen saw a large dock in front of him. It was a large dock for container goods. There were many people there and countless warehouses piled up. He asked his men to drive the car to where

, as soon as the van crashed into the place, there was a commotion and shouting. All the cargo boxes piled up on the dock were hit by the van and the police car chasing after them, and were scattered all over the place.

After a quick look, I realized that the only way to escape the pursuing police was to drive the van into the sea. Everyone in the car had already run out of bullets. They must not have a head-on conflict with the police, so they had to drive the van to the sea.

Go to the sea.

"Drive the car into the sea, hurry up!" Zhao Fanchen threw out the cigarette butt in his hand, which immediately ignited the oil drum on the dock. There was a loud explosion, and a fierce heat wave came over, and the van

Suddenly, while being engulfed in flames, some cargo boxes had been knocked away. With a bang, they crashed into the sea, causing a splash of water. Then some blown cargo boxes on the dock fell into the sea.

The police car behind was blocked by the explosion and raging flames in front. The police car turned sideways and stopped suddenly. The explosion and raging flames passed in an instant. The policeman in the car raised his gun.

They came down and took a look at the sea at the pier. Just now they saw the van in front of them was blown into the sea by the fire wave and was immediately submerged. The police looked at it and found nothing, only that it fell into the sea.

The cargo container slowly floated up.

As soon as the van crashed into the sea, it splashed into a huge wave, and then seawater poured in from the inside of the car. The van sank quickly after the seawater poured in. At the same time, Zhao Fanchen took the

The people in the car quickly got out of the van and struggled to swim upstream. They said that a person can't do a certain thing because he was not forced to do that. Zhao Fanchen didn't know how to swim before, but in the sea

In order to live, you must learn to swim.

Leading a group of people, they swam hard to the sea. They landed close to the coast below the pier, and then quietly exposed their heads and took a deep breath. There happened to be a pile of warehouses here, blocking the police's sight.

It was hard for them not to see this. They were holding on to the wet stones on the wall, breathing nervously on the sea surface, and paying close attention to the police who were arriving on the pier.

The bald Burmese man glanced at Zhao Fanchen, with a look of admiration in his eyes. If he had been on the dock all the time, he would definitely not be able to get rid of the police. But after creating an explosion and falling into the sea, in this way,

Zhao Fanchen was able to escape the pursuit of the police behind him and at least avoid the police's sight. Being able to get away bought him time. Zhao Fanchen made a gesture of being silent and silent. Everyone huddled against the wall and huddled under the water.

In the sea water, you can hear the police officers searching above talking about something. They nervously raised their guns and searched the sea where the van sank in their memory, but there was still no breakthrough discovery.

After floating in the sea for half an hour, the police who arrived later gradually left after searching to no avail. The Burmese people wanted to go ashore here, but were stopped by Zhao Fanchen. There was no doubt that they would be alive if they came ashore here.

Target, the police must not have left yet. Someone is staying here. Once they get ashore, they will definitely be ambushed by the police.

It's getting dark soon now. It will be easy to get out once it gets completely dark. There will usually be a small pier next to such a big pier. They just kept swimming slowly in the water close to the pier.

, finally after completely escaping from the scope of the big pier, there was a small pier in front. A group of people climbed onto the shore one step at a time, shocking the few people on the shore who were loading goods into the small fishing boat.

stunned.

As soon as this group of people landed on the shore, they all lay on the ground with a thud, panting heavily, exhausted. They had been soaking in the sea water for several hours, and the skin of their hands and feet were swollen. These people were all exhausted.

He lay softly on the ground.

"Let's say goodbye! I hope I can trade with people like you again in the future." After taking a few breaths, the Burmese man slowly got up and stretched out a hand towards Zhao Fanchen. To be honest, in previous transactions,

There was no one who was deliberately trying to kill the other party. Today, Zhao Fanchen could obviously have left them and fought with the police to escape, but Zhao Fanchen didn't do that. Burmese people are not fools. For such a simple reason, as long as he calms down

, you will understand immediately.

The Burmese people left, and Zhao Fanchen and his men quickly disappeared into the pier in the night. They took taxis in batches and returned to the scrap car recycling yard on the pier.

Although he looked a little embarrassed, the matter was finally done. As soon as Zhao Fanche and Robin came back, the man next to Mr. Xiong came over and said that Mr. Xiong was waiting for him!

Follow this man named Xiao Yue to the underground. There is a large boxing ring here, which is the kind of ring that can be imagined as an underground boxing match. There is a man who is sparring in the ring with a shirtless Mr. Xiong.

His solid muscles were exposed, and his punches were very fierce and methodical. The guy was almost forced to hide by Xiongye's top punches. Finally, Xiongye got up and approached, and struck the young man with an elbow.

Got knocked down.

Xiongye didn't show much fatigue. At least it could be seen that Xiongye was a trainer when he was young, and he was also a master. He came over and pulled a towel from the cables around the ring and wiped it.

With the sweat on his head and neck, he picked up the Liping ice water in the corner and drank a few gulps. Then he saw Zhao Fanchen and slowly walked down from the ring with a towel hanging around his neck and said with a smile: "

It’s no longer possible. We are getting older and we are no longer what we used to be. In the future, we will have to rely on you young people.”

"Master Xiong's skills are well-organized, and the lethality of the punch is huge." Zhao Fanchen walked over with a smile, stood next to Master Xiong, and took the red wine and cigar from him.

"Haha???? No, I'm old after all!" Mr. Xiong smiled heartily, waved his hand, and said with a deep look: "When I was young, I was also very good at fighting, just like you are now.

, now it’s no longer useful, my physical strength can’t keep up, and I can’t accept old age! Times are changing, and people are also changing. After all, there are many things that have to change. How many old people are left in our Chinese community from the previous generation?

There are not many left. The Chinese associations of the previous generation were all a group of good guys who could fight and kill. They were once very majestic. Thinking back to our majestic years, it was simply a golden age. If only those old people who could fight and kill were still there.

If so, hum!"

"Are these small gangs dare to bare their teeth? But times have changed, and the prestige is only one generation. The people of the previous generation are old and dead. Now there are not many left alive. Now these young people are all

No, they lack the momentum they had back then. The Chinese community back then was very majestic, but if only one generation conquered the world, the people who followed would not be able to step up. After all, it was still a little worse. Otherwise, the entire Chinatown would be ours now.

We have lost our territory. No one dares to fight with foreigners here, but we are different. When we invaded North America, we were so majestic. Even our flags covered the land of North America, but it only lasted a generation.

, when the previous generation gradually receded, there was no fresh blood to replenish it, and no vitality to fill it. Of course, in the end, there was still a lack of unity, resulting in divisions and fragmentation. You must have seen that a large number of gang leaders in Chinatown were killed some time ago.

Kill, those well-trained and fast-moving gangster groups are our troops. Unfortunately, now they can only be called upon. They are not as brilliant and invincible as they were in the past. After all, it will not work anymore. Now the younger generation will eventually

It’s not as good as the previous generation.”

"What happened this time must have reminded many people of what happened more than ten years ago. Our glory is still the same, but we can't unify it. I know this time, many people are stunned, but such a force
Chapter completed!