Liu Kunlun was sitting in the passenger seat. Through the filmed glass, he could even see the store owner enthusiastically introducing new mobile phones to customers. There was an advertisement for Huawei mobile phones hanging on the door. A little girl was jumping rope at the door, and tricycles were roaring by each other from time to time. No one would believe that this chubby, kind-hearted bald boss was the big drug lord who was powerful and murderous in the past.

But Liu Kunlun could be sure that this person was Zhang Yanbin. Although he was old and had plastic surgery and had a status cleansing, his eyes would not change.

The last time I fought with Zhang Yanbin was in the Philippines. Because the enemy was in the face of special circumstances, I let each other go. But this time it was different. All old accounts must be written off. Liu Kunlun made a draft and wanted to chat with Zhang Yanbin. This conversation is destined to be recorded in history and it must be very shocking to present it to the audience.

He gently placed his hand on the door handle and was about to get off the car. At this time, Wei Kang, who was sitting in the back row, spoke: "Wait a minute, will it be too rash to go in like this? What if he is not Zhang Yanbin, but he is closely involved with Zhang Yanbin. After all, we are not local military and police. We do not have the power to enforce the law, we cannot arrest people or interrogate them, and there will be no next step if we alarm the snake."

Liu Kunlun said: "The arrow is on the string and I have to fire it. I can tell that he has had plastic surgery, but those eyes cannot be wrong."

Wei Kang said: "You are too confident. If it is him, you will definitely have obtained security. He has changed his identity, and this identity must be true. We arrest him as illegal kidnapping, and it is a cross-border kidnapping. This crime is not light. Besides, even a drug lord living in seclusion is extremely dangerous. The toothless tiger cannot be despised. We don't even take a guy, so we may not be able to control him."

There was a disagreement within the team. If the action was not handled well, it would be stopped. The camera in the car did not stop shooting and recorded the argument.

"Then go*." Liu Kunlun said, "If there is no condition, create conditions."

The operation was temporarily suspended, Wei Kang went to *, and others continued to monitor the store owner. The so-called surveillance was not to hold a camera at the door, but to use high-tech means to put a spy beetle in. The weather in the tropical areas was hot, and the rooms were equipped with screens. The spy beetle had to be brought in by people and let it fly. Jian Ai pretended to be a customer and walked in and successfully placed three spy beetles, which could transmit image sounds simultaneously.

The pickup truck evacuated a block away and monitored the owner of the store through a tablet computer. It was noon and there were few customers. The boss’s wife was cooking and the child was writing. The boss held the second child in one hand and the fly swatter in the other. After the meal was ready, the family sat down to have a meal. The couple talked about business and children’s schooling in Yunnan dialect.

At the same time, Wei Kang was in the black market, and Kokang guns were flooded. As long as the money was in place, he could buy any gun. Many domestic black guns were leaked from here. Wei Kang, who had been in the southwest border for 20 years, quickly got to the seller and traded in a secluded place. The two parties communicated with Yunnan Mandarin. The other party took out a canvas bag and opened it. There were several pistols inside. Wei Kang picked up a gun, skillfully pulled the sleeve, and looked at the rifle inside in the sun: "At least eight thousand shots have been fired, and it is all bald."

Under the scorching sun, the short black and thin gun dealer muttered something in Burmese dialect. He wore a domestic imitation version of 07 camouflage, a little impatient, but Wei Kang's powerful aura made him dare not talk nonsense, so he could only let the other party choose carefully. In the end, Wei Kang chose three guns, a Northern Industrial NZ75 pistol with Chinese imitation CZ75, a GLOCK17, and a nine-mm caliber PPK.

Next was a test gun. Wei Kang fired a clamp of bullets for each gun to familiarize himself with the feel, then paid, and bought another 100 Chinese-made nine-mm pistol bullets.

The gun dealer was standing and counting money. Although electronic payments were highly popular, cash was still the king in the low-end black market. Stacks of red banknotes entered the gun dealer's canvas bags, and three guns were pinned around Wei Kang's waist. All of this was recorded by the camera on his body.

After a day and night of surveillance, it was impossible to see that the shop owner had any abnormalities. As Wei Kang said, Zhang Yanbin dared to live in a downtown area with justification, and must have reached a consensus with some aspect and obtained security guarantees. However, he did not have time to investigate the secrets here. Liu Kunlun needed revenge, and Zhang Yanbin, a big adventure, needed the letter of vote.

The next morning, the days were still there, and the streets were full of traffic. On the monitor screen, the shop owner started the day's business. He opened the roller shutter door and put the sample of the mobile phone he had put away yesterday evening into the counter. His wife had to go out for something and was dressed up. The shop owner came forward and kissed him goodbye. The wife was a little embarrassed, and she hit him with a smile, and said a few words, meaning to take good care of the children, and I would go back.

The wife took a motorcycle and left. The little girl was playing at the door. Suddenly she went back and asked her father for some change, went to the opposite side to buy an ice cream, and returned to the store and gave her a bite. The father's face was full of love, which made Feng Yuan and Jian Ai in front of the surveillance.

"Maybe we're really wrong," said Feng Yuan. "He doesn't look like the extremely evil drug lord."

"Anyone has two sides, and the devil can be a kind father, without conflict." Wei Kang checked the gun and handed Liu Kunlun the GLOCK with a more updated quality, "Use this, hit wherever you point, and you have trigger insurance, and you won't get out of fire."

"Then let's go in now?" Liu Kunlun took the gun, pulled out of the magazine and looked at it, filling with live ammunition.

"Start live broadcast." Jian Ai connected the 6G signal, and the Kunlun live broadcast room on my show platform entered the countdown, and the previous love highlights began to be played. Followers entered the live broadcast room one after another, and more than 3,000 people gathered within three minutes.

"There is not ideal condition. As soon as the live broadcast started, there were more than 50,000 people immediately." Feng Yuan sighed and said.

Jian Ai made a gesture of silence and started broadcasting live. All sounds and images will be seen by the audience, so you can't talk or move around.

In front of the camera, Liu Kunlun checked the gun again, pulled the sleeve to load it, and pinned the gun to the waist of the jeans. He only wore a white vest on his upper body, which was loose and greasy. With dark and toned muscles and unruly long hair, he looked like a car repairman.

Wei Kang also loaded the bullets, and he and Liu Kunlun still had a dispute over who was the leader.

"Brother, I'll do it, you go to the back door to support me." Wei Kang restored his name back then. The fat middle-aged man still had sharp eyes, just like the New Year's Eve in 2004.

"No, he knows you, I will attack from the front and you will support you from the back." Liu Kunlun was very determined, "Brother Kang, this is my adventure, not you."

"Then you put on the bulletproof vest." Wei Kang was worried.

"It's such a hot day, wear a bulletproof vest and reveal it immediately." Liu Kunlun said, "Don't worry, I can handle him without shooting."

Wei Kang nodded and got out of the car.

Liu Kunlun also got out of the car, and the two walked towards the mobile phone store one after another.

The live broadcast is in progress. Omi, Class 7, Grade 1, Shuren Middle School, was just about to have a break during class. Some students projected the large screen in the classroom to My Show*.

The sun is scorching, the street is dusty, and there are lush tropical trees in the distance. The camera is looking up. Liu Kunlun's tall body is standing on the street in a foreign land, with a pistol on his waist, his eyes firm and sharp. Motorcycles pass by in front of him, roaring, and in front is the store under the Huawei mobile phone billboard.

The text background is introduced. Kunlun is about to go in and capture the drug lord. This drug lord is the prototype in "The Past of Omi". The drug lord is changed, but it is still dangerous. This mission is extremely dangerous. If you are not careful, you will sprinkle blood on Kokang.

Wang Xizhi, Muzitag and the students from Class 7 of Grade 1 and Grade 1 gathered quietly in front of the screen. Although some students from superior families bought 3D glasses, it was more interesting to watch together at this moment.

Muzitag's heart was in his throat, and his palms were full of sweat. This was a real live broadcast, and any accident was possible.

The number of users and tourists entering the live broadcast room was increasing, and soon exceeded 10,000. The barrage almost blocked the picture, but the traffic was still much worse than the peak period.

Liu Kunlun lifted the curtain and walked into the mobile phone store. The store was not big, with an L-shaped counter filled with models and real machines. There were many brand new boxes on the shelves. This store not only sold Huawei phones, but also bought various peripherals and virtual mobile phone cards.

The boss was holding a fly swatter and smiling. The spy beetle placed in the store was taken from three different perspectives. In addition, the camera on Liu Kunlun recorded everything almost in all directions, and the audience could also choose their favorite perspective to watch the movie.

"What do you want to buy?" asked the boss.

"Zhang Yanbin!" Liu Kunlun stopped shouting.

Under the high-definition camera, the shop owner's pupils quickly contracted. Although he hid very well, this detail immediately revealed his true identity. Liu Kunlun quickly pulled out his gun and put his finger on the trigger: "Don't move!"

The boss moved quickly and pulled his daughter standing next to him as a shield. At such a close distance, Liu Kunlun was sure to hit him in the head, but he could not do so. First, he did not have the power to enforce the law. Before he found out the other party's identity and did not encounter fatal resistance, shooting was equivalent to murder. Second, he did not want his father's daughter to be splashed. This is not just a humanitarian issue. Shooting in front of global audiences is equivalent to severing his career.

Zhang Yanbin was fearless and dragged his daughter back. Behind him was the door leading to the inner room. Liu Kunlun pressed step by step, but he didn't dare to shoot, so he didn't need to shoot, because Brother Kang would support him from behind.

The little girl was so scared that she cried loudly. Zhang Yanbin looked expressionless and stepped back into the door, closed the door and locked it. Then there was the footsteps of her hurrying upstairs. Liu Kunlun kicked the door open. The little girl squatted on the ground and cried loudly. He had no time to wait for Wei Kang to support him, so he chased the stairs alone.

Zhang Yanbin's house has three floors with attics, a typical Southeast Asian building, which is airy and cool, but also narrow and cramped. The camera on Liu Kunlun conveys videos, similar to a handheld camera shooting, shaking violently, but it has an immersive sense of reality.

When Liu Kunlun caught up with the stairs, he realized why Zhang Yanbin ran away from above. The drug lord was indeed cunning. He judged that there must be ambush on the ground, and the back door was not accessible, so he could only pass through the air passage. The Zhang family building was very close to the next door and could completely jump over. Zhang Yanbin ran away and the cradle in the bedroom was empty.

Liu Kunlun chased him out, and at the same time he informed Brother Kang to surround him with a walkie-talkie. Zhang Yanbin's legs and feet were not as neat as Liu Kunlun. And for some reason, he ran away with a baby in his arms and ran quickly on the roof, not like a man in his sixties at all.

Maybe Zhang Yanbin was confused. He quickly realized that he shouldn't have run away with the baby in his arms, so he hurriedly placed the baby on the eaves and continued to run away. Liu Kunlun chased after him and found that the baby was lying on the edge of the roof. He would fall down and die if he moved a little. He didn't care about chasing and quickly picked up the baby.

More than 10,000 viewers around the world who watched the live broadcast saw the object exposed after the baby was picked up at the same time. It was an olive green American M67 delayed killing*. The insurance pin had been pulled off. As the baby was picked up, the spring grip bounced open with a crisp sound.

Using your own flesh and blood to make * is indeed the style of a drug lord.
Chapter completed!