“What is it?”

“Someone was going to be smuggled, and the soldiers on patrol found it, the gun fired by the soldiers.”

“Oh.”It was the legendary North Korean defector.Wu did not ask any more questions and handed the money to Jin Huanzhe.The latter smiled, “Doesn’t your rule confirm the goods before they pay?”

"I can't let you go back empty-handed, and I trust you."

Jin Huanzhe warmed his heart, nodded to Wu, waved his hand, took the goods, and quickly returned to the patrol boat.

Looking at the patrol boat of the Korean army leaving, Wu Xuanyang raised his head to the boatman and said, "Back to the dock."

Wu doesn't care about how many defectors have appeared on the North Korean side, nor do they care about their lives, after all, it is not a matter for him to take care of.

After returning to the dock, Wu Duhuan did not leave immediately, but stayed to watch the workers receive the goods.

Doing business is about credibility.

His slogan is that the commission is only 10%, but it ensures that the goods are not less than two, as long as they fail to do it once, the reputation he has not built up will become the laughing stock of others.

Several cargo ships on the river are busy to pick up, on the shore, there are also many workers to salvage the net of the wood, people work together to pick up the sound of wood.

Wu, standing on the shore, turned his hand and looked at the side slowly pacing.

Behind him were several brothers such as Gao Hang and Liu Zhijing.

Seeing that Wu Shuhuan had been waiting on the river for more than half an hour, Gao Hang came forward and said, "Brother, the wind on the river is strong, or go back earlier!"

“Wait and wait.”Wu Duhuan said, "When the goods are almost received, we will return."

Since his rebirth, he has basically been working hard to make money, and he is also thinking that such a rebirth is not worth it.

No matter how many times he asks himself, there is only one answer, and it is worth it.

The reality is very cruel, any good is based on material, in his even the foundation is not laid well, what about the good life?

He was thinking in his heart, and suddenly he heard the workers on the shore shouting, “Someone!There’s someone on there!”

Hearing the screams, Wu Yue and others looked at the past.

Seeing several workers standing on the shore, constantly pointing to a piece of wood floating in the river, because the distance is too far, the river is too dark, Wu Duhuan and others can not see clearly.

He said, “Go, look.”

A group of them quickly came to the workers, and Wu Duhuan asked, “What’s the matter?”

The workers knew Wu Duhuan, and knew that the most popular in the barter circle recently belonged to him.Although he is young, no one dares to ignore it.

A young man, with a flash of electricity, said to him, “Look, you see, there seems to be a man lying on the wood.”

Wu looked at the past with joy, and sure enough, there was a dark shadow lying on the top of the wood, which looked like a person, but he was motionless, and he did not know whether he was dead or alive.

He paused for a moment and said, "First get the wood and see if the man is alive."

“All right!”

The workers promised, picked up the long pole, tied the iron hook at the end of the pole, and pulled back after the people hooked the wood.

It was not long before the wood was hooked and landed.

The men gathered around and dragged a rag-shirted young man out of the water.

“There is blood!”A worker standing with the young man suddenly exclaimed.

The people looked at each other and saw that there was a blood hole on the shoulders of the young man, and there was blood flowing.

Wu was experienced and saw at a glance that it was a gunshot wound.

The workers present were not stupid, just now the opposite side of the continuous gunshot, now the young man was injured, lying on the wood drifting in the river, people naturally linked two things together.

An elderly worker exclaimed, “It’s a gunshot wound!”He is Korean!They are North Koreans!”

The people looked at each other, and they looked at the shore, their eyes closed, and the unmoving young people did not know what to do.

“If not, let’s call the police.”

The young worker said cautiously.

“There is so much blood, and if you don’t get to the hospital, I’m afraid the police are dead before the police can come.”The old worker was still calm and said, "Furthermore, we are bartending now, and the police are not looking for trouble?"

“So... take him to the hospital?”

"Bautheling is a small thing, being caught is just a penalty of money, helping North Korea is a big deal, and it is not clear to explain it."

"So what?"We can’t throw him here, can we?”The workers spoke up.

"We can't do anything, throw him this, and if he dies like that, that's his life."The old worker saw more of this kind of thing, and said helplessly.

"Let me first see if he is dead, if there is still a mouth (sensitive) life, we will send him to the door of the police station, as for the police can not save him, that is the matter of the police."The young worker came to the young man, slowly crouched down, and reached out to find his nose.

Just when his fingers were about to touch the tip of his nose, the young man's otherwise closed eyes suddenly opened, the worker was startled, and he did not react, and the young man shot like an electric, grabbed his finger, and then broke it out.

The worker ate the pain, couldn't help but scream, and his body tilted to the side and fell down.The young man took the opportunity to jump from the ground, his eyes like electricity, and looked at the people around him.

The wound on his shoulder was still bleeding and his face was white, but a pair of eyes were strikingly bright, especially at night, like two little night lights, giving the feeling that he was not standing in front of himself like an individual, more like a wolf.

“Hello!We saved you, why did you hurt someone?” a burly worker, seeing that his companion was hurt, went up to the young man and asked, and at the same time reached out to grab his shoulder.

Unfortunately, he only seized a lump of air, and the young man came close to him, and the two were close at the distance, and the tip of the nose and the tip of the nose were about to touch together.The burly worker had not yet returned to God, and the young man had punched him in the stomach.

The people around him could clearly hear the squeaking sound, and then look at the burly worker, only a punch, people can't stand it anymore, and the body rickety, slowly collapsed on the ground.

At this time, the workers around him did not do it, and they kind and kindly rescued him from the river, but instead of being unmerited, he hit people up, which was intolerable.

When the young man hit the burly worker, he did not say anything, turned to run, and the workers would let him go, and the people surrounded him, and two workers each raised a thick stick.

"You can't let him run away, if you let this kind of person run away, I don't know how many people!"

“Yes!“Let’s get him to the police station!”

North defectors have fled to the territory of China, and petty theft is not uncommon, and it has not happened to hurt people or even human life.

The workers were mingled with the enemy, and they were constantly approaching, and the encirclement around the youth grew smaller and smaller.

Gao Hang looked at it and said to Wu, “Brother, let’s go and put our hands up too!”He also did not like the young man, too unknown, the workers saved him and saved him wrong.

Wu Yue slowly shook his head and said without expression: "Look first."

As soon as the family does, they know there is.Other people may not see anything, but Wu Duhuan can see that the young man is a family, in the case of a gunshot wound, his body can be so fast, the strength of the shot can be so strong, there is no more than ten years of hard training can not do.

But the young man seems to be about 20 years old, with more than ten years of skill, indicating that he began to receive rigorous training less than 10 years old, if he is really a North Korean, then he can only have one origin, from the North Korean military.

A worker standing behind the youth took the lead in the trouble, he picked up the wooden stick in his hand, pointed at the back of the young man's head, and the viciousness was a stick.

But the young man's back was like a long eye, and he was facing the side, seemingly thrilling but just right to avoid his blow.

Without waiting for the worker to collect the stick, his elbows turned back, snapped, and the elbows were solidly bumped into the worker's facade, and the latter shouted strangely, throwing away the wooden stick, covering his face with both hands, and staggered away.The blood of the scarlet flowed through the gap in his fingers.

See, the surrounding workers will be polite, a rush up, but people rushed up quickly, back is not slow, the young people continue to out of the foot, almost every foot is not kicked, several workers are a small abdomen to a foot, even back, the face is more ugly than one.

"Let me go."The young man spoke at last, and spoke the plain language of the right words.

The workers were blind, they thought he was Korean, but they did not expect to be Chinese.

“You... are you Chinese?”A worker asked indignarefully.

"Let me go."The young man did not look at him, but repeated it word for word.

"There are many North Koreans who can speak Chinese, so let's not be deceived by this boy!"

“Yes!You say you’re Chinese, so take out your ID card and let’s see!”

The young man frowned and said again, “Let me go!”

"False!He is not Chinese!”

“Don’t talk to him, beat him!”

One person called, the people responded, and the new round of siege of the workers began again, but in the case of the moment, the workers could not reach the nearness of the young, and he was kicked back.

This time, the young man's feet were much heavier than just now, and two workers were ugly, sitting on the ground, holding their bellies, and they could not stand up.

Seeing that the workers were going to be beaten by him alone, Gao Hang said again: "Brother, we can't watch the workers being beaten, let the brothers go!"

Hearing his words, Liu Zhijing and others were not wiping their fists and eager to try.

Wu did his joy, this young man is so simple, if he is not injured, I am afraid that even he may not be the opponent of the youth.

Let the brothers eat a little bitter head, and save themselves now hard, and can walk sideways invincible in the world.

He nodded, looked around at the people, and said, "If you want, go up, but pay attention to the proportion."Not to pay attention not to hurt the young, but to pay attention to not hurt yourself.

Those who were unable to do so were those who waited for him.Wu spoke with joy, and the people had flocked up to the young man, and when they did not say anything, they came up and fought.

Workers have brute force, but they will not fight, and there is no skill to speak of when they are doing it with people, compared with the workers, Liu Zhijing, these young people who are mixed, are indeed much better fighting.

Knowing that the young man was fierce, they did not confront him head-to-head, and attacked him in the back, or attacked on the side.To cope with these well-versed little bastards, the young people are obviously more difficult than just now.

With vigorous movement, the more blood of the shoulder wound, the more and more white his face.It is clear in his heart that he will continue to fight like this, even if he is not killed by the other party, he will die because he lost too much blood.

The young man bit his teeth, completely blind to the attack around him, looked at one person, rushed to the past, one of them knocked on the ground, did not wait for the little bastard to get up from the ground, he grabbed a brick, aimed at the little bastard's head, and smashed it all.

With his strength, if he was really hit by him, the little bastard's skull would have to be smashed.

Just when this thousand rounds, the young man suddenly felt that his wrist was tight and his wrist was buckled to death.He turned his head and stood next to him as a seventeen- and eight-year-old man.