A fierce bullet shot on the door of the van that had just been closed. The van turned around on the spot, rushed out quickly, and rushed all the way. The police behind him held up his gun and chased him two steps, shooting. Two police cars were already following him quickly.

The Burmese man crashed into a van and wanted to stop Zhao Fanchen. Before he could do it again, Zhao Fanchen pressed his neck with a dagger: "We have been betrayed, we saved you because we don't want you to misunderstand that we betray you."

The dagger was pressed against the throat, and the Burmese people just waited for their eyes fiercely. Zhao Fanchen let go of him. The somewhat embarrassed bald Burmese man wiped the sweat from his forehead and sat down and grinned: "Damn, you are actually surrounded by so many death notes. It must be your people, except for the traitor. How do you calculate the account if I die three brothers this time? I almost gave my life here. How do you calculate the account?"

"We are living a life of making a living by licking blood at the edge of the knife. We must be betrayed at any time. This is normal. This transaction is not over yet, right?" Zhao Fanchen lit a cigarette for himself, staring at the Burmese with a terrible look.

The Burmese man tore off the sleeve of his shirt and tied it to the wound on his arm and glared at Zhao Fanchen, then turned around and said something to his subordinates. The guy picked up the bloody bag to Zhao Fanchen. At this time, the police car behind was still chasing, and the van was rushing around the dock quickly. Behind him was the police car that followed him. In the van in front, Zhao Fanchen and the Burmese were still trading.

Turning his head, Robin threw the two black canvas handbags behind him to the Burmese. They opened and looked at them. There were drugs and banknotes inside. The person behind nodded at the bald Burmese, meaning there was no problem.

"This time, I owe you a life. We are now on the same boat. We must quickly throw away the tail behind us, otherwise more and more police officers will come in a while." After the bald Burmese looked back at the car, four or five cars followed.

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Fanchen saw a large dock in front of him, which was a large dock for containers. There were many people and countless warehouses piled up. He asked his subordinates to drive the car to wherever they were. As soon as the van crashed into there, it caused a stir and shouting and scolding. Some of the cargo boxes piled up on the dock were all scattered all over the ground by the van and the police car chasing behind.

After taking a look, the only way here to avoid the chasing policeman behind is to drive the van into the sea. The bullets in the hands of everyone in the car have been exhausted, so there must be no head-on conflict with the police, so the van must be driven into the sea.

"Drive the car into the sea, hurry up!" Zhao Fanchen threw the cigarette butt in his hand, and immediately ignited the oil barrel on the dock. A loud explosion sounded and a violent heat wave came over. The van suddenly crashed into some cargo boxes while being submerged by flames. With a thump, it crashed into the sea, splashing a splash. Then some cargo boxes that were blown off on the dock fell into the sea.

The police car behind was blocked by the explosion and surging flames in front. The police car turned around and stopped suddenly. The explosion and surging flames passed instantly. The police in the car held down with a gun and looked at the sea at the dock. They just saw the van in front flying into the sea by fire waves and immediately submerged. The police observed it on it and found nothing, only the cargo box that fell into the sea and slowly floated up.

The van crashed into the sea with a thud, and a huge wave splashed. Then the sea water suddenly poured in from the car. After the van poured in the sea, it quickly calmed down. At the same time, Zhao Fanchen and the people in the car had already quickly got out of the van and swam upwards, saying that a person could not do something, which was not forced to do. Zhao Fanchen had never swam before, but in order to live on the sea, he had to learn to swim.

He took a group of people to swim up the sea with force. They leaned against the coast below the dock, and then quietly exposed a head and took a breath. The warehouse was piled up here, blocking the police's view. It was difficult for them to see this place. They grabbed the wet stones on the wall, and gasped nervously on the sea surface, paying close attention to the police coming from the dock.

The bald Burmese looked at Zhao Fanchen with a look of admiration in his eyes. If he had been on the dock, he would definitely not be able to get rid of the police. However, after this, he would have caused an explosion and fell into the sea. In this way, he could get rid of the pursuit of the police behind him. At least he could avoid the police's sight and be escaped to win time. Zhao Fanchen made a move of silence and not talking. Everyone was close to the wall and shrank under the water.

In the sea, you can hear the police searching above talking. They nervously held their guns and searched at 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 for nothing. The Burmese people were about to get ashore here, but Zhao Fanchen stopped them. Going ashore here is undoubtedly a living target. The police must have not left yet. Some people stayed here. Once they got ashore, they would definitely be ambushed by the police.

Now the sky is almost dark, and it will be easy to get out when it gets dark. There must be a small dock next to this kind of big dock. They just kept swimming slowly in the water along the dock. Finally, after completely leaving the area of ​​the big dock, there was a small dock in front. A group of people climbed up to the shore, one step deep and one step shallow. The people on the shore who were loading goods on the small fishing boat were stunned.

As soon as the group of people got ashore, they all lay on their backs on the ground, panting heavily, exhausted, soaked in the sea for several hours, and their hands and feet became swollen. These people were all so tired that they lay on the ground.

"Let's leave this! I hope I can trade with someone like you in the future." After a few breaths, the Burmese people slowly got up and stretched out a hand at Zhao Fanchen. To be honest, in previous transactions, no one deliberately did the other party's life or death. Today, Zhao Fanchen could clearly leave them and the police behind and escape by himself, but Zhao Fanchen did not do this. The Burmese people are not fools. As long as you calm down, you will understand the simple truth immediately.

The Burmese people left, and Zhao Fanchen and his men also quickly disappeared into the dock in the night. They took taxis in batches back to the recycling site of the used car on the dock.

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

Following this man named Xiao Yue to the underground, there is a large boxing ring, which is the kind of ring that imagines an underground boxing competition. A man was training with the naked Xiong Ye in the boxing ring. Xiong Ye showed his solid muscles, punching very fiercely and well-organized. The guy was almost forced by Xiong Ye's top fist and had nowhere to hide. Finally, Xiong Ye got up and approached, knocked the young man down with an elbow.

Master Xiong did not show much fatigue. At least it can be seen that Master Xiong was a trainer when he was young, and he was also a master. He pulled a towel from the cable around the boxing ring and wiped the sweat on his head and neck. He picked up the cold water in the corner and took a few sips. Then he saw Zhao Fanchen, and slowly walked down from the boxing ring with a towel hanging around his neck and smiled: "No, I'm old, it's not as good as before. I have to rely on you young people in the future."

"Xiong's skills are orderly, and the lethality of the fist when it is old is huge." Zhao Fanchen walked over with a smile, stood beside Xiong's side, and took the red wine and cigar for him.

"Haha???? No, I'm old!" Master 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 I'm useless, and my physical strength can't keep up. I can't accept old age! Times are changing, and people are changing. After all, there are many things to change. How many elderly people in our Chinese clubs in the previous generation are left? Not many more. The previous generation of Chinese clubs are all a group of good players who can fight and kill. They were once very majestic. Thinking of our prestigious years back then, it was a golden age. If the old people who can fight and kill were still there, hum!"

"Even these small gangs dare to bare their teeth? But times have changed, and the power is just that generation. The previous generation of people are old, dead, and there are not many living left. The young people are no longer able to do this now. They lack the momentum they were. The Chinese community back then was very powerful, but relying on one generation to conquer the world, and later people are still a little worse. Otherwise, the entire Chinatown is our territory now, and no one dares to fight with foreigners here, but we are different. When we entered North America, it was so majestic, and even our flag check

I have been spreading this land in North America, but it is only a brilliant generation. When the previous generation gradually retreated, there was no fresh blood to replenish it, and there was no vitality to fill it. Of course, in the end, there was still a lack of unity and division, and everyone was in charge of it. I believe you have seen a large number of gang leaders in Chinatown some time ago. Those well-trained and fast-moving gang forces are our people. Unfortunately, now we can only call it. It is not as brilliant as we were back then. After all, it is not possible. The younger generation is ultimately inferior to the previous generation."
Chapter completed!