Jack had good reason for this analysis, as Jiang Zhentai, the eavesdropper, had been reporting Zhou Xingzhe's movements via text message.
One of his two most loyal subordinates had died in the middle of the night at the Ichijo branch, his body discovered early in the morning.
Zhou Xingzhe then received a call from Ichijo Yoshio, who threatened that this was just a warning and demanded that he immediately hand over the 30 kilograms of goods.
Shortly after the exchange of harsh words, word began to spread within the police system that a group of Ichijo assassins, who had smuggled themselves into the city, had been completely wiped out the previous night. It was also rumored that a large number of bodies and shredded human tissue had been found in a cold storage facility, suggesting a possible conflict within the Yakuza.
However, before Zhou Xingzhe could even catch his breath, word spread that the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency was launching an internal investigation into the Geumcheon Police Station's Narcotics Division. He then realized that none of the Ichijo assassins, who had been so-called completely wiped out, had died; they had simply all been hospitalized.
Zhou Xingzhe would be foolish not to flee at this point. Fortunately, thanks to pre-planning, he'd finally managed to contact a ship, which would depart for Thailand at 2:00 PM tonight.
Just as Jack and Ma Xidao rushed back to a used car dealership, forcing Xiaopang, a former White Shark gang member, to call Zhou Xingzhe, he had just packed up his valuables and was heading to Incheon Port with his loyal henchman, number two.
Jack watched as the dot on his phone, representing Zhou Xingzhe's location, slowly stopped by the roadside, restarted, turned onto the exit, and finally stopped again.
"Get ready!" He tapped his finger on the table, and the phone rang.
"Hey, they're calling back." Xiaopang, completely forgetting his previous frustration and reluctance at being forced to make the call, practically leaped up in the air, reaching for the answer button.
"Remember what I taught you," Jack said, grabbing his wrist and sternly admonishing him.
Zhou Xingzhe definitely couldn't escape, but whether or not Fatty could pull off this act was crucial to his ultimate profit.
The call connected, and a brief question came from the other end, "What are the conditions?"
"Huh? What conditions?" Fatty was stunned by this direct question.
Seeing Ma Xidao on the other end clenching his fists in anxiety, his intelligence instantly returned to its peak. "Ah! Ten billion won! I only want ten billion won.
Here's the thing: I hooked up with this girl a while ago, but her ID turned out to be fake. She's not even 14 years old. You know, girls these days, I don't know what they eat. Her figure doesn't look like it at all.
Now I need some money to escape to China. I can't sell these things anyway, and if I keep them, you'll catch me. Might as well just give them to you."
"I'll send you the address later. Come back alone in an hour." Zhou Xingzhe patiently listened to this long stream of nonsense and replied, about to hang up.
"Huh? Wait, I don't have the goods right now. I can't bring them!" Fatty shouted anxiously.
A long while later, Zhou Xingzhe's gritted teeth came from the other end of the line, "Are you kidding me?"
"No! Absolutely not! How would I dare? I was really desperate to get away!" Seeing Ma Xidao's fists replaced with slaps, Xiaopang's voice became hoarse.
"Listen, I was planning to take my girlfriend out to sea that night. We rented a boat next to the Yakuza's yacht club. Then I saw Yin Tian, who was supposed to be drinking at my restaurant. I saw him get on a yacht, throw two bags into the sea, and run away.
I didn't think much of it until I heard Yin Tian was dead, and you sent someone to spread the news on the underworld, so I connected the two things.
Those goods are worth tens of billions. Is a billion yuan too much for me? Hehe, hehe."
Silence fell again on the other end of the line. After a long while, Zhou Xingzhe spoke again, his voice tinged with suspicion and even more with incredulity. "You just told me the location like that?"
"Huh? What did I say? Ah-shi-ba!" Fatty's acting was off the charts, as if he'd just come to his senses, letting out a few dry laughs. "You're Captain Zhou Xingzhe. You're definitely not going to refuse to pay me even if I tell you, right?
Besides, I'm not that stupid. I moved the stuff this afternoon. If you promise to pay me, I'll tell you which boat it's under. Otherwise, just take your time."
Seeing how he brought the simpleton to life, Jack didn't know whether to praise his acting or simply let his nature take over.
"Tell me which boat. One billion won won is no problem, but I can't give it to you until tomorrow."
This time, it was Fatty's turn to be silent. Whether he was too immersed in the role or what, he hesitated for a long time before answering, "Can I trust you?"
"I can also shut down your 'Xiba Nightclub' tomorrow. Oh, and your used junk car dealership too," Zhou Xingzhe's voice was clearly filled with impatience.
"Ahahaha, of course I believe you, smecta. I moved the stuff to the ship next to the 'Lucy', hehe, it's the white one, hung on the deck with a yellow rope, so you can see it at a glance. I'll wait for your call tomorrow."
After hearing the call was hung up by the other party, Xiaopang immediately cursed angrily, "It's the 'Cyber Club', you bastard!"
Ma Xidao excitedly slapped him on the back of the head, almost making him hit his head on the table, "Choose! Success!"
Xiaopang shrank back timidly, not daring to express any dissatisfaction. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and quickly put on a flattering smile and looked at Jack, who he thought was easy to talk to.
"So he will really give me 1 billion?"
Jack pondered for a moment, unsure of how to respond. He simply pulled out a small wad of $20 bills and shoved them into his hand. "This is the rental fee for your BMW for the next two days."
After a pause, he added a $10 bill, bringing the total to $250.
At 8 p.m., the Wolff brothers, still dressed in their U.S. Navy uniforms, sat in the driver's seat of the Humvee, resting their eyes with Jack in the back seat.
Ma Xidao, sitting next to Jack, clutched a small telescope in his large hand, intently gazing towards the dock.
The autumn breeze had already taken on a chill, and the waves tossed the ships up and down. Only the jet-black "Lucy" stood motionless, a strange sight.
The rhythmic thud of waves lapping against the shore was soothing, and the stalled Humvee lay unnoticeable in the distant shadows.
Watching a stealthy figure exert all his strength to lift two large bags of drugs from the water, opening them with a flashlight for inspection, Ma Xidao excitedly slapped his thigh.
"They actually took the bait!"
"No hurry, no hurry." Jack leaned over to block out the light and checked his phone's location. He hadn't expected Zhou Xingzhe to show up in person, waiting in a black Audi not far away. It looked like he was desperate. Was he planning to just take the stuff and trade it? —
"Brother, the stuff's fine. That guy really didn't lie to you." The younger brother excitedly opened the package in front of Zhou Xingzhe, revealing packets of blue pills.
"What are you still dawdling about? Get in the car."
Hearing the sound of a car door closing behind him, Zhou Xingzhe released the parking brake and stepped on the accelerator. He didn't turn the lights back on until they were some distance away. Shakingly, he took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Follow them, follow them, follow them!" Ma Xidao, in the distant Hummer, spoke English in a flurry of anxiety, urging Braxton, who was driving.
"Why rush? This is their most critical moment. Wait ten minutes."
Ten minutes later, after receiving Jack's confirmation, Braxton finally started the engine. The military Humvee's diesel engine emitted a dull roar as it followed the direction the Audi had left. In front of the empty factory building, a black Cadillac Presidential One, nearly six meters long, quietly parked at the gate. Behind it was a Lincoln Navigator. Four bodyguards in black suits and white shirts, even wearing sunglasses at this late hour, stood respectfully on either side of the car door, waiting. The bald white
president paced anxiously in front of the car until he saw the lights of a car in the distance, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
But when he saw Zhou Xingzhe exit the car empty-handed, his expression suddenly changed. He strode forward and demanded, speaking in a crooked Chinese accent, "Where's the goods?"
Zhou Xingzhe, feeling relieved after a smooth journey, smiled and flicked his bangs back. "Where's the money?"
Bald Chairman Bai glared at him coldly, then, seemingly suppressing his impatience, waved behind him.
The bodyguard respectfully opened the door of Presidential Car One. Sister Hong, aptly named, stepped out in a tight red dress. Four bodyguards followed, each carrying a trolley case from the trunk.
She swayed her slender waist and approached Bald Chairman Bai. "What's the matter, Captain Zhou, you still don't trust me?"
"Not at all,"
Zhou Xingzhe said, beaming. He snapped his fingers behind him, and his number two opened the car door, struggling to carry one bag after another, and trudged over to his side.
"Please inspect the goods."
"Boom!" A violent engine roar, accompanied by blaring high beams, approached from afar. Braxton, screaming, appeared in a Hummer.
"You're fucking kidding us!" Bald-headed Chairman Bai, observing the sudden change, instinctively reached into his arms.
"Bang!" Zhou Xingzhe struck first, drawing the police revolver from his waistband and firing two shots into the chest.
Sister Hong screamed and turned to run. Behind her, her four bodyguards each drew a large Black Star rifle. Gunfire erupted, and Zhou Xingzhe's only remaining loyal henchman, Number Two, was instantly killed.
Ignoring the money and drugs on the ground, Zhou Xingzhe ducked sideways, emptying his three remaining rounds. He dove into the back of the Audi and tremblingly opened the revolver, ready to reload.
However, the increasingly bright light around him gave him a sense of foreboding. He looked up, horrified to see the Hummer's blazing headlights approaching. A second later...
"Bang!"
The flat, boxy front end of the Hummer slammed into the rear of the Audi, coating the windows with white pudding mixed with blood.
The car door opened, and the Wolf brothers, each wearing a bulletproof vest, placed an M16 assault rifle against the window and opened fire. "
I've tried my best. I'm so tired. Time to sleep."
(End of this chapter)