There was no greeting in the hotel private room. After King Kong pulled out the chair and sat down, he looked at Zhang Ziqiang, and said in a low voice: "Ziqiang, Li Hongming is gone."

Hearing this, Zhang Ziqiang was stunned.

Of course, Zhang Ziqiang knew Li Hongming. When he was in H City, he spent a long time with Li Hongming. In addition to Zhang Jun, there were Li Hongming Tian Bi Gai, Zhang Haowen, Chen Baichuan Guan Jiu, etc.

For Zhang Ziqiang, the later things such as King Kong and Binzi were only seen in photos, and Zhang Jun mentioned that their relationship was far less deep than Li Hongming in terms of feelings.

After a while, Zhang Ziqiang's eyes were slightly red, his palms were trembling and he asked, "How did he die?"

"And Lee installed a bomb on the freighter..."

"Where is Ang Lee? Not caught?"

"Yes." King Kong's voice was very low: "And Lee was on a yacht. He should have arrived at the Mekong River, on his way out, or had already left the country."

"Mekong River?" Zhang Ziqiang said in a cold voice: "He smuggled out of the Mekong River, just to go to the old, Myanmar, Thailand, Vietnam and Cambodia. Don't worry, he can't escape."

King Kong nodded.

More than ten minutes later, the two separated, and then Zhang Ziqiang, who had just left the hotel, dialed a number with his mobile phone.

"Hey, Dongzi, I am Zhang Ziqiang."

"Zhang Ziqiang?" Hearing this, the middle-aged man on the other end of the phone was stunned at first, and then asked anxiously: "Mr. Zhang, are you looking for me?"

"I'll ask you for two people."

The snake-headed Dongzi knew Zhang Ziqiang's identity and did not dare to neglect it. He hurriedly asked, "Mr. Zhang, you give me instructions."

"Around four or five o'clock this afternoon, two people smuggled out of the Mekong River. I'll send you a photo of these two people to you. Please help me find it, and also say hello to your friends, pay attention and do me a favor."

"Mr. Zhang said, "What are you doing? It's just a simple task. Please wait for my news. As long as you walk from here, you can't escape."

"Um."

...On the other end, after King Kong left the hotel, he called Xu Wenchang.

"Hey, Xu Wenchang, I am Liu Bo. Brother Jun was arrested. Did you call the police?"

On the other end of the phone, Xu Wenchang was stunned when he heard the sound. He originally wanted to hang up the phone directly, but when he thought of Zhang Jun and Taihe's relationship, he asked patiently: "Are you crazy? Why am I calling the police?"

"Haha, so it was Ang Lee who called the police." King Kong smiled coldly, then said in a cold voice: "Xu Wenchang, I'll remind you that Brother Jun will stay inside and can't get out. You have also participated in the matter on the banks of the Wuming River. If you can't run away, you have to go in and accompany him."

"You threaten me?"

"What's wrong with me threatening you?" King Kong Chi said, "Apart from that, if Brother Jun can't come out, I don't mind sending a little sunshine to your transportation line!"

Hearing this, Xu Wenchang's face showed blue veins, his eyes were dull and silent.

...

On the other side, in a hotel, after Xu Wenchang and King Kong finished talking, he turned his head to Xu Wenyuan beside him and said, "Say hello to Old Qu and ask him to find Wang Quan. This kid is a little ungrateful and is talking nonsense. He finds an opportunity to sew his mouth."

Xu Wenyuan frowned and asked, "Brother Chang, what do you mean... are you really planning to help Zhang Jun get rid of the crime?"

"Is there any other way if I don't do this?" Xu Wenchang cursed with annoyance: "TM, I haven't wiped the butt off my butt in the afternoon! Zhang Jun has a relationship with Taihe, and he also has a certain amount of weight on Q Jing's white face. He wants to bite him back, how can he take the initiative?"

Xu Wenyuan nodded, "Yes, I'll just say that Zhang Jun is so arrogant and dares to come to Q Jing to challenge him. It turns out that he has found such a strong helper. Brother Chang, how did he get along with the third young master Taihe?"

"Put these deceits aside first. I just told you to do it quickly!" Xu Wenchang glared and scolded, then took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

A few seconds later, after the phone call, Xu Wenchang changed into a bright smile on his face, and he asked with his cell phone: "Hey, Secretary Xu, I am Wenchang... Are Uncle Qin free tonight? I want to visit..."

...At 11 o'clock that night, along the Mekong River, in Mdian, on a certain pier.

On the dock, containers, trucks more than ten meters long, and freighters, all of which are filled with the smell of gasoline or sweat. Various cheap cigarettes and gasoline smells mixed together, and the sound of whistles from time to time, form the picture of the dock. Under the dim searchlight, there are also some overtime porters wearing Jiefang shoes and shirtless in winter.

A well-dressed middle-aged man in thirty-seven or eight years old with long braids stood at the dock. He looked at his watch from time to time, obviously waiting for someone.

About ten minutes later.

"Dudu!"

Accompanied by the sound of freighters and trucks, a freighter with the China-Myanmar border trade logo entered the dock, then broke down and stagnated.

A few minutes later, a middle-aged man in his forties, half-bald, walking a little bit outside, led three or four people off the freighter and rushed to the side of the long-braided middle-aged man.

A few meters away, the bald middle-aged man smiled and said in a lame Chinese: "Old Dong, why are you kidding me today? How many times should you kiss me?"

"Haha." The long braided hair of Lao Dong also spoke in Chinese. He smiled and responded helplessly: "There is no way, the border guards are tightly checked. I don't go to some levels myself, so I can't get through."

"Haha, old man, if you come in person, I'll be relieved to see this batch of goods today. Otherwise, I'd be really worried if I change the raw melon seeds!"

"Haha, let's talk about politely and unload the goods first."

"Why!"

The bald middle-aged man nodded, then contacted a group of odd workers who were staying at the dock and started unloading the goods.

Smuggling is actually a very dazzling and sensitive topic.

Many times, the cost of smuggling is not low, and the risk of smuggling itself is also very high, because most smugglers are those who cannot stay in the local area, or who are restricted from leaving the country after committing crimes in the local area. Of course, it is not ruled out that a few are really bored.

From contacting snakeskin to stuffing the interlayer dark layer of the freighter, you have to transfer after you arrive at the destination. Many times, several or even dozens of people are stuffed into a container. Sometimes, the truck takes dozens of hours to pull it, and all the food, drink, defecation and sensation are all in the container. The taste is imagined.

In addition, there are those who are suffocated and suffocated in containers, and those who are frozen to death. Over the years, the number of people who have died of smuggling has been shocking.
Chapter completed!