Song Zihao looked at him in confusion, but he still took the microphone and heard it. The sound on the other side of the phone was a little noisy.

No one speaks, it's all about the surrounding environment.

After listening for several seconds, Song Zihao was about to return the microphone to Deng Jiayong.

"Shh!"

Deng Jiayong raised his index finger and made a gesture of not making a sound in front of his mouth: "The trans-ocean phone call is very expensive, so don't hang up."

It was at this moment.

In the earpiece.

“Dirty…”

The sound of the ship's whistle sounded.

Song Zihao's eyes hopped suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously looked at Deng Jiayong.

"hey-hey."

Deng Jiayong grinned and looked at Song Zihao with a smile: "The show has just begun, don't hang up!"

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now.

On the other end of the phone.

A port in the United States.

The ship stopped by the port.

Xiaohui carried her luggage and followed Long Si, and began to get off the boat along the flow of people.

"Dadly."

Xiaohui pouted and said unhappily: "Why do we have to take a boat? Isn't it good to take a plane?"

It is not as fast as a plane when taking a boat, and it has been sitting across the ocean for a long time, so how can the plane come quickly?

"I've come here, don't say anything more."

Long Si walked in front and said without looking back: "Everything is for safety, just get here."

Long Si used to have an old subordinate in the United States. This time he came here, he contacted him and asked him to be responsible for the response.

After all, it is always right to have someone to take care of when you just arrived in a place that you are unfamiliar with abroad.

soon.

After the two got off the boat, they walked to the parking lot.

here.

Someone has been here to pick them up long ago.

The two sides exchanged a few simple greetings, put their luggage in the trunk, and got in the car one after another.

The car slowly drove out of the parking lot and turned onto the road.

"Wait a moment."

Long Si looked at the rapidly regressing scenery outside the window and said to the driver: "Stop, I'll go to the toilet first."

He is old and has prostatitis, so he can't hold it in his urine even if he feels urged.

The car stopped.

Long Si got down and got into the weed piles on the side of the road to facilitate water release. The other people were waiting in the car.

After releasing the pressure.

Long Si walked back while pulling the zipper.

It was at this moment.

The harsh roar of the car engine sounded from behind.

The two cars rushed up at a rapid speed and stopped just two meters away from Xiaohui.

The door opens.

A total of six people came down from the two cars, standing in a fan shape, holding all the m16 standard rifles in their hands, aiming the muzzle at the car.

Pulling bolt loading.

"Dadadada..."

"Dadadada..."

The rapid and crisp sound of rifle strafing sounded.

The two horsemen who came to pick him up in the car did not react and directly exploded blood holes in the exploded car glass.

Xiaohui was also not spared, and her screams came to an abrupt end and then fell into a pool of blood.

"Um!"

Long Si hid in the bushes and witnessed the whole process.

His eyes were wide open, his eyes were bloodshot and red, and he watched his daughter's hands reaching out toward him hang down weakly.

His chest was rising and falling rapidly due to anger.

One round of strafing is over.

The car's body is covered with bullet holes.

Six gunmen closed the door and got into the car. After stepping on the accelerator, two cars rushed out quickly. The whole process lasted less than twenty seconds.

If Long Si had not got out of the car and went to the toilet, he would also fall down together.

Wait until the car leaves.

Long Si staggered out of the grass, and reached out to pull the car door open like crazy.

Back seat.

Xiaohui's body was covered with wounds, and the red blood flowed down, dyeing the entire back seat red.

"Xiao Hui!"

Long Si's red eyes were already wet, and he dragged and pulled the person out of the back seat and put it on the ground: "Xiaohui! Xiaohui!"

only.

No matter how hard he tried, Xiaohui had no response.

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Here.

North Point Ballroom.

"Dadadada..."

The sound of intense and harsh rifle strafing sounded in the microphone.

It lasted briefly for a few seconds later.

The phone hung up directly.

Song Zihao held the microphone with a dull look, and there seemed to be gunfire in his mind, and he would not go there for a long time.

"How about it?"

Deng Jiayong's lips slightly raised: "This live broadcast is pretty good, isn't it exciting enough?"

Song Zihao clenched his teeth and did not reply.

"What? Brother Hao has been in prison for too long and has forgotten what the gunshots look like? You don't know what the sound is like when you live broadcast?"

Deng Jiayong grinned, reached out and took off the microphone and patted it on the phone: "This call was called by a friend from a distance from the United States."

"They just came back from the port and followed a car on the way and followed them all the way."

"And then."

Deng Jiayong reached out and patted Song Zihao on the face, and put his hand on his arm: "They pulled out their guns and killed the person in the car."

"That's what you hear."

"Ha ha..."

He put his strength on the back of Song Zihao's neck: "If I remember correctly, it seems that Long Si is sitting in the car."

"And his daughter Xiaohui."

"call..."

Song Zihao's eyes widened and looked at Deng Jiayong in disbelief. His chest was rising and falling quickly due to anger:

"You killed the fourth uncle? And Xiaohui?"
To be continued...