"Of course." Zhang Ziwei was in a good mood after receiving good news from his mother. He smiled and said, "I didn't waste the past five years. Morse code isn't that difficult."
"Alright, I'll wait for your news tonight." William took out a belt buckle from his pocket. "This is a locator. If you're in a situation where you can't bring your phone with you, you can press the button inside to send me a signal."
William showed his face and pointed at the button on the back. "However, this is something that I casually made before. It can only send signals, but it can't talk or send text. Unless your life is in danger or you want to confirm the existence of the Eight-Faced Buddha, you can only press it."
"Damn, you're so rich. Can't you give me something more advanced?" Zhang Ziwei took the belt buckle from William and replaced it with his own.
"I already said that this is something I made casually. I didn't need it before. The only good thing about it is that its signal is special. The anti-eavesdropping device can't detect it, so the risk of exposure is very small."
"That's more like it. You go first." Zhang Ziwei looked at his watch. "The monks are almost here."
"Okay, be careful."
After saying goodbye, William walked out of the cafe. He heard Sunday say, "Sir, the signal is very clear."
"Okay." William didn't complete his conversation with Zhang Ziwei just now. The belt buckle also had eavesdropping and discharge functions. William, who was used to guarding against others, didn't trust Zhang Ziwei as much as he seemed.
Who knew if Zhang Ziwei would have other thoughts after spending five years with the reading peddler. If he dared to betray him, William would definitely call him immediately.
At 10 pm, William and Barney drove to the secluded beach early and parked the car in the forest according to the tracking device on the eldest son of the Eight-Faced Buddha.
In the car, William put his legs in front of the windshield and closed his eyes. "Boss, someone's coming." Barney, who was sitting in front of the monitor, reminded him. "Three cars are coming."
"Sunday, have a Blackpeak fly under the chassis of the incoming car. Let me hear what they have to say."
"Yes, sir."
Soon, William and Barney heard the sound of a car engine in their earphones. They also heard Sunday's translation and the images of the Eight-faced Buddha's three children, Zhang Ziwei, and the others.
After the three cars were parked, an old man's voice came from one of the cars. "Have you caught him?"
"We didn't catch him, but we killed Duan Kun," Zhang Ziwei replied. "When we arrived, Duan Kun was surrounded by the police. I had no choice but to order him to be killed first."
"Yes, father. The situation was indeed very dangerous back then. We couldn't capture Duan Kun alive," the Eight-faced Buddha's second son smiled at Zhang Ziwei and continued, "This time, Zhang did very well. He didn't go easy on his two brothers. One of them was even shot by him."
"He didn't show any mercy. Haha, I don't think he wanted to kill his brother at all. Everything he did was just an act." As soon as the Eight-Faced Buddha finished speaking, one of the bodyguards who came along threw a few large photos on the ground.
It turned out that the Eight-faced Buddha had secretly sent people to follow Zhang Ziwei. The photos on the ground showed the whole process of Zhang Ziwei shooting Ma Haotian and then letting him go. "You can't do it? Don't forget how he treated you back then. "
"So what if I didn't kill that bastard Ma Haotian? Do you think I can turn back and be a good person?" Zhang Ziwei roared. "Do I have any other way out other than working for you?"
"That's right. Haha, you're right. You have no other way out if you want to live, but what if you don't want to live anymore?"
Click, click. The sound of bullets being fired was heard. Zhang Ziwei was immediately pointed at by the Eight-faced Buddha's men. "Do you know why I asked you to come to the casino?"
"That's because the master told me that Bassoon was killed by his own people. Who else here would kill Bassoon other than you?"
"I didn't do it. Listen carefully, I didn't do it." Zhang Ziwei was possessed by an award-winning actor. "Don't tell me that I didn't know that Bassoon was the one who sent the goods. With my relationship with him, how would I know the exact time?"
The Eight-faced Buddha said angrily, "No, you know. I'll let you know the reason for your death today. Bring him here."
Soon, a middle-aged blonde man with his hands tied was dragged out of the third car by the bodyguards. When they arrived in front of the Eight-faced Buddha's car, the bodyguard kicked the blonde man's leg. Plop! The man immediately knelt on the ground.
The man cried out in pain and shouted, "Wei, you can't kill me. I'm an American secret service agent. We're working together."
"Working together?" The Eight-faced Buddha who was sitting in the car laughed. "Rather than working together, it's better to say that you're leeches that are lying on my body and sucking my blood. If that's all, I can turn a blind eye to it.
I'll give you two hundred million dollars a year as protection fees. However, you should never have told this ungrateful bastard about Bassoon. "
The sound of a car door opening was heard. The Eight-faced Buddha with a ferocious expression got out of the car and swung the walking stick in his hand at the blonde man's head. With a loud bang, the blonde man's small head was broken and blood flowed out as he fell backward.
"You bastard, you've sucked my blood for more than ten years. Not only are you ungrateful, you even want to replace me now. Do you know why I had to come here instead of bringing Bassoon's body back to Thailand?"
The Eight-faced Buddha walked up to the blond man and stepped on his head. He stomped on his head a few times and laughed heartily. "That's because I spent 200 million USD to bribe your superior. I've known about your plan for a long time. I'm just here to beat you at your own game.
I set up an ambush and waited for the opponents who colluded with you to walk right into the trap. As long as I get rid of their subordinates, these people will be like tigers without claws and fangs. They'll only be fat lambs. After tonight, the entire Southeast Asian flour market will be mine. "
Silence. As soon as the Eight-faced Buddha finished speaking, the entire place fell silent. This old fox was indeed the longest-lived and the most ruthless tyrant. He was willing to give up his son's life just to take over the market.
Hearing this, William could not help but sigh in his heart. Compared to the Eight-faced Buddha, he was considered a good person. This kind of person should not be allowed to live for even a second longer. When Sunday received Zhang Ziwei's reply confirming that the person who got out of the car was the Eight-faced Buddha, William immediately ordered Sunday, "Release the triangular drones."
"Understood, sir."
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh." The modified triangular drones were much quieter than when they were in New York a few days ago.
Ten seconds later, all 28 triangular drones were launched into the air.
The Eight-faced Buddha, who had killed the blonde American Secret Service agent with one shot, was about to kill Zhang Ziwei when he suddenly heard a buzzing sound.
One of the Eight-faced Buddha's subordinates pointed at the sky and shouted, "What's that?"
Following this person's direction, everyone looked at the sky. Only Zhang Ziwei, who felt that his phone was vibrating rhythmically, quickly understood that it was Morse code. There was only one word for it — run. While everyone was distracted, Zhang Ziwei dashed behind a rock.
Before the Eight-faced Buddha and his subordinates could point their guns at Zhang Ziwei, the 28 triangular drones swooped down, followed by a series of explosions.
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