After returning from Harv's mansion, Huang Huangrong stayed up all night. In the early hours of the morning, Huang Huangrong stood up from the huge armchair with a tired face and dark circles under his eyes. After half the night of so-called "strategy planning", Huang Huangrong

He could only come to one conclusion, that is, he had to kill Yang Wei and act immediately.

Huang Huangrong immediately arranged for his capable men and three teams of French Concession patrol officers to follow him to the dock.

After the first two battles, Huang Huangrong summed up an experience. The first is to occupy the commanding heights. Not only can he suppress the fire, but he can also discover the opponent's whereabouts. Otherwise, Yang Wei will not be bombarded and embarrassed the first time.

Already.

The second is to expand the encirclement, so that they will not be surrounded by Yang Wei and his group like the second time. Huang Huangrong thought that Yang Wei only had these few tricks. He arrived at the trading location early this time and arranged for his people to occupy the high ground.

Surrounding the dock, Yang Wei will be unable to fly if the time comes.

Sitting in the car heading to the dock, Huang Huangrong couldn't help but feel secretly proud of his plan. Although he had never studied at the Virginia Military Institute, he had taken advantage of the right time and place this time. Yang Wei's choice of the French Concession dock was seeking his own death.

, Huang Huangrong secretly made up his mind to capture Yang Wei and his gang in one fell swoop, and when the time came, he would have to beat his tendons and peel off his skin with his own hands. Tempering Blood Mountains and Rivers 33

The trading time was scheduled for ten o'clock in the morning, and before eight o'clock, Huang Huangrong and his men rushed to the dock. It was low tide these days, and there were not many goods piled on the dock.

According to Huang Jinrong's pre-arrangement, in the early morning, three teams of French Concession patrol officers, each consisting of ten teams, hid near the pier in a circle. Once they heard gunfire from inside, they would kill anyone who rushed out.

Afterwards, Huang Huangrong led a dozen of his close associates who were highly skilled in marksmanship as they walked into the dock. He pointed at Jiangshan and said proudly: "Did you see that? Those warehouses on higher ground and the piled goods, wait a minute.

Everyone go there to hide and wait. This time we have occupied a good position. When they come, just shoot and kill them. You and the people outside cooperate with each other and attack them from both inside and outside. But please pay attention to them.

, Guns don’t have eyesight, so don’t hit Harry, otherwise your heads won’t be enough to compensate.”

A dark, skinny little man who was closest to Huang Jinrong said with a playful smile: "The boss's plan is perfect, I'm sure to beat them to pieces this time!"

Huang Jinrong snorted, without even raising his eyes, and walked the four directions with his hands behind his back: "Before, I just played with them. If you really do it, why don't you beat them until they kneel down and beg for mercy?"

While he was talking, the dark and thin little man suddenly stopped and said in surprise: "Boss, look at what this is!"

Huang Jinrong lazily turned his head and looked in the direction pointed by the little man. He suddenly found a piece of white paper posted on the cargo box, on which a huge pig's head was drawn with a thick black pen.

, Huang Huangrong’s name is written neatly on the top of his forehead.

Someone in the French Concession actually dared to ridicule him like this. Huang Huangrong was so angry that he puffed his beard and glared. The little black man also followed and cursed all the way. He ran to the front of the container and said angrily: "You blind dog."

How dare you call our boss a fat pig!"

As the little man spoke, he reached out to tear up the painting. Huang Jinrong, who was already furious, took two steps forward and wanted to slap him on the back of the head. But just as the little man tore off the drawing paper, Huang Jinrong had not had time to get closer.

Huang Huangrong heard a roar in his ears, and a heat wave suddenly hit him. Before Huang Huangrong could understand anything, he felt a wave of air mixed with broken boards and messy goods flying towards him.

He knocked Huang Jinrong and fell three to four meters.

It turned out that the painting itself was a booby trap set by Yang Wei. He had already pasted a copper wire on the back of the painting as a fuse, and the other side was connected to the German M18 cluster grenade installed in the cargo box. Yang Wei expected gold.

Rong must have been furious when he saw the painting. As long as he pulled the painting off, it would cause an explosion.

Huang Jinrong thought he had arrived at the dock first, but he never expected that Yang Wei had set up the booby trap the night before. The explosion blew him to pieces and he fell to the ground before he could figure it out.

Why did a perfectly good piece of paper explode?

One of the exploded booby traps also caused several nearby cargo containers equipped with cluster grenades to explode at the same time. The container explosions formed an encirclement circle, causing Huang Huangrong's men to be stunned and run away with their heads in their hands. For a moment, their bodies were covered with blood and flesh, and their heads were flying everywhere.

In the process of everyone fleeing in panic, more than a dozen British-made long-leg mines were triggered in succession.

There were continuous screams and explosions, and the French Concession Pier was even more lively than the Chinese New Year. Huang Jinrong kept shouting at them not to "disorder" their position, but in this panic, no one listened to his command.

Everyone ran like headless chickens and fled out of the pier. At this time, these people had been bombed into a mess, and their clothes and appearance were difficult to distinguish. As soon as they emerged, they were attacked by the French Concession patrol officers who were waiting outside.

A hornet's nest.

The screams of gunfire and the muffled sounds of bomb explosions lasted for more than ten minutes before stopping. The French Concession patrol officers who were waiting outside waited for a long time to confirm that there was no more noise inside before rushing into the dock.

Immediately, he saw corpses strewn all over the ground with their limbs in disarray. When they reached the center of the pier, the patrolman discovered Huang Jinrong sitting on the ground.

Huang Jinrong's clothes were blown into rags, and the few hairs on his head were even left. His fists mixed with blood and dust were clenched tightly, and he squeezed out a short sentence from between his teeth:

"Look for me to see if Yang Wei is in there!"

The French Concession patrol officers inspected the corpses on the ground. Sixty percent were killed by the explosion, 30% were missing arms and legs and had only half life left. Although the remaining 10% were able to escape, they all fell to the guns of the French Concession patrol officers without exception.

, and among the corpses on the ground, there was not even a single person belonging to Yang Wei.

Huang Huangrong, who thought he had laid a dragnet, not only failed to hurt Yang Wei at all, but fell into Yang Wei's trap. Yang Wei did not show his face and Huang Huangrong lost his troops and was defeated.

After hearing the news, Huang Huangrong was so angry that he was shaking like chaff and couldn't say a word. He was limping due to the explosion. With the help of others, he got into the car and drove away in embarrassment.

The car parked in Huang Huangrong's house. Before he could enter the house, dragging one leg, the phone at home rang. Huang Huangrong gritted his teeth and answered the phone. Then he heard a triumphant voice on the other side of the phone.

The voice said calmly: "Boss Huang, after thinking about it, I feel that trading at the dock is too inconsistent with Boss Huang's identity. Anyway, it's not even ten o'clock yet. How about we change the location? Why don't we choose Huang?

The boss's bank is convenient for withdrawing money. Let's meet at the bank at ten o'clock tonight." Blood Quenching Mountains and Rivers 33

The call was hung up. Huang Jinrong roared and raised the phone and was about to smash it, but he stopped when he thought about it. He dialed the phone and found out the location of the other party from the operator. He was still at the Edward Hotel?
Chapter completed!