A huge and heavy black star

  The night is as dark as water, and the crescent moon is like a hook.

  Binjiang Avenue is a famous scenic spot in Jiangbei City, with a beautiful river view, trees swaying gently, and the night sky reflecting the neon lights of both banks and the curved moon at the horizon. The five colors are shining brightly, the waves are sparkling, and occasionally one or two luxurious cruise ships pass by slowly, accompanied by one or two low and long whistle sounds, which further highlight the beauty of the Huai River.

  Along the river is a wide avenue, one of the top ten urban landscape improvement projects launched by the previous municipal government. It has ten lanes in both directions and is magnificent and beautiful, complementing the Huai River. On the south bank side, there are large hotels, high-end clubs, bath centers, bars, etc., with bright lights and a lively atmosphere, making it a famous "golden cave" in Jiangbei City.

  Liu Ziguang rode his bicycle under the shade of trees, riding along the Bund Avenue, humming a tune as he went, looking like a worker on the night shift. After about ten minutes, he finally arrived at his destination. On the side of the road stood a magnificent building that shone brightly in the night with dazzling neon lights, luxurious and majestic, with an extremely large entrance. Four female waitresses dressed in high-slit cheongsam dresses stood at the door to welcome guests. Above the gate were four golden characters that perfectly matched the style of the building: Golden Splendor!

  Liu Ziguang is what kind of person, on that day when he was beaten in the pre-trial detention center, Yang Feng and those losers' conversation he didn't miss a single sentence, glittering and resplendent, not seeing or dispersing, can guess that these people often come here to consume, this comprehensive club in Jiangbei City is also somewhat famous, it's just that the grade is too high, ordinary people don't dare to come and consume.

  At the magnificent entrance, there was a large parking lot. The security guards who were welcoming guests to park their cars were all wearing black suits with pure black shirts inside, looking neat and efficient. They had earpieces for walkie-talkies on their ears, moving smoothly and crisply as they directed luxury cars in and out. At the entrance, a man dressed in the same black suit, with a shaved head and piercing eyes that sparkled with intensity, was constantly paying attention to the surroundings.

  He had already seen Liu Ziguang, but he didn't suspect him at all, because this person was just too ordinary, just like the common people who passed by Binjiang Avenue every night and would never be able to afford to consume at Jinbi Huihuang for their whole lives, riding a bicycle past the door, it couldn't be more normal.

  To him, Liu Ziguo was just an active landscape in the night background, what he needed to pay attention to were those familiar car license plates and some welcome or unwelcome guests.

  On the road, the night shift worker who was riding a bicycle naturally got off and squatted down to fiddle with the pedals and chain, as if the bike had broken down. The leader just casually glanced over, not paying any attention to it, he didn't know that beside where Liu Ziguang was squatting, in the bushes of the isolation belt, someone had been hiding for a long time.

  The camouflage-clad sniper had been lying here for three hours, his excellent patience and superb concealment techniques making him almost invisible. His 87-style four-color jungle camouflage uniform had been modified into a Ghillie suit, making it impossible to detect him even at close range.

  One car after another whizzed by, drowning out Liu Ziguang and Mao Hai's conversation.

  "How is it?"

  "They went in at 9:20, still those few people, still that car, and there's been no movement until now."

  "Uh-huh, continue observing."

  After finishing, Liu Ziguang rode his bicycle away. This reconnaissance had been going on for a week, and every day Maohai would squat in the toilet to observe and record Yang Feng's movements. As expected by Liu Ziguang, Jinbi Huangguang was one of the most frequent haunts of Yang Feng and others, coming four times in a week, each time playing for three or four hours, sometimes even staying overnight. Each time, they would drive a Passat with a Hui O license plate. The participants, except for Yang Feng and Old Three, who were fixed and unchanged, were different guests every day.

  Although they had grasped certain rules, it was still inconvenient to take action. Yang Feng and the others were not much better off. They could casually manipulate things, but these people were all wearing law enforcement uniforms and were extremely vigilant, with quick reflexes, and always liked to act in groups, rarely acting alone. This made Liu Ziguang very worried, let alone that they might be carrying guns, which was no trivial matter...

  Right, guns. This reminds Liu Ziguang of two movies: "PTU" by Johnnie To and "The Missing Gun" by Lu Chuan. It seems like there's room to work on this aspect.

  Another day has passed, and at dawn, Ma Chao drove to pick up Mao Hai. Today, Yang Feng and the others played until 12 o'clock before taking a ride home, each returning to their own homes, all getting off at their doorsteps, with no phone calls along the way.

  As expected, but Liu Ziguang was undaunted by his illness and pulled Mao Haizi to carefully ask Lao San about their specific actions, not letting go of any clues.

  The eyes of the hairy child were extremely sharp, and his memory was surprisingly good. He recalled every detail of Yang Feng and others from getting off the bus to entering Jin Bi Hui Huang, and finally Liu Ziguang found a noteworthy subtle point.

  The driver of this Passat is Lao San, the plainclothes middle-aged man who abused Liu Ziguang with handcuffs at the branch bureau and helped Yang Feng build connections. According to ***'s intelligence, he is now a small leader in the escort company under the municipal bureau, has some minor power, and has extensive connections.

  Lao San always locks a black handbag in the glove compartment of the passenger seat before getting out of the car. This detail is quite intriguing, considering they are regular customers at Jin Bi Hui Huang and can bring in whatever valuable items they want. They would rather lock it in their own car than bring it into Jin Bi Hui Huang. There's only one possibility - a gun.

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  No matter what, trying is always good. This breath has been held for over a decade. When did Liu Ziguang, such an overwhelmingly powerful person, ever eat this kind of dumb loss? He must put down the likes of Lao San no matter what.

  The next evening, Lao San drove the Passat to the entrance of Jinbi Huihuang again. The car door opened and three burly men with flushed faces got out, their footsteps a bit unsteady. Lao San looked relatively sober, slowly taking over the handbag, checking the password lock, then locking it into the glove compartment on the passenger side, even pinching to confirm that it was locked before pushing the door open to get out of the car.

  The sound of the whistle, Passat locked up, four guests walked into the Jinbi Huihuang with unbridled laughter, the security guard in black suit helped them open the door, the cheongsam-clad welcoming lady smiled professionally, these few were regulars, they had long been familiar with it.

  Old Three and his group had just entered when two groups of young people also arrived at the Golden Bright in taxis, stumbling about, clearly having drunk too much. As they reached the entrance, it was unclear who bumped into whom, but both groups immediately began cursing each other, then pushing and shoving. The hot-headed young men quickly escalated the situation to a full-blown brawl.

  If it were a general gang fight, the security guards in their golden armor would be delighted to watch the commotion. However, this gang fight happened right at their own doorstep, and there was no reason for them not to intervene. The leader picked up the walkie-talkie and quickly called for backup from the brothers upstairs, then led a few colleagues from the entrance to go up and stop the brawl.

  Who would have thought that these drunkards wouldn't even give the Golden Bright Hotel any face, grabbing whoever they could and beating them up. In the chaos, even the black-suited security guards joined in, the scene was chaotic to the extreme. Nobody noticed, but from the parking lot came a "beep" sound, and the door lock of that Passat quietly opened.

  A figure slipped in like a ghost, opened the gap of the door, and drilled into the co-pilot's seat. He lay very low, so that from the outside, no one could see anyone inside. The magnificent parking lot was very large, with dozens of cars parked here, big and small. Originally, the security guards who were supposed to be on duty in the parking lot had all gone to the entrance to reinforce, and no one saw what happened in this Passat.

  One minute later, before the security guards rushed down from upstairs, those two drunkards had escaped, and when they ran away, they didn't show any signs of drunkenness at all. This made the head of security very suspicious, feeling that something was not right, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

  He scratched his head and thought for half a day, subconsciously glancing at the parking lot, still those cars, not one less, forget it, more trouble is not worth it, the leader thought to himself.

  ……

  On the deserted road by the river, a white Jetta without a license plate was parked. This was the car left behind by Zhang Biao, which could be started after Ma Chao installed a new battery. In order not to attract attention, they specially used this inconspicuous Jetta. At this time, Liu Ziguang and Mao Hai were sitting in the back seat, and Ma Chao was in the driver's seat.

  The two groups of people who were fighting at the entrance of Jinbi Huang just now were actually arranged by Liu Ziguo to attract the attention of the security guards and give Ma Chao time to do his thing.

  Car theft is very common in Jiangbei City, they usually use Guangdong-purchased *** to steal people's car doors, especially Passat and Jiacuo mid-range sedans, because they are easy to sell, they are the most favored by car thieves. The repair factory where Ma Chao works also secretly helps people modify cars and sells stolen goods, playing this game, Ma Chao is not an outsider.

  As for the lock on the passenger seat, it was child's play. Any iron wire could be used to pry it open. Ma Chao took less than twenty seconds to take care of this matter. Now, that old three-treasured black handbag was already in Liu Ziguang's hands.

  The handbag was very expensive, made of genuine leather, with a Montblanc logo on the front and a password lock on it. However, this lock had completely lost its meaning. Liu Ziguang weighed the bag in his hands and immediately knew what was inside. He ripped open the three-blade wooden splint that broke through the skin, and a heavy iron thing fell out.

  It was indeed a gun, a very large and heavy handgun. The finish had already become mottled and worn off, emitting the smell of gun oil. A line of code numbers was engraved on the body of the gun. Looking at the bottom of the grip, it was empty. Pulling down the slide, the chamber was also empty. Taking another look at the muzzle, the rifling had almost been ground smooth.

  Liu Ziguang played with the pistol, rubbing the black five-pointed star on the grip and exclaimed: "This is the Big Black Star! With this broken toy, the Hong Kong underworld was defeated, truly getting better with age."

  There was a gun without bullets, which didn't make sense. After re-examining the handbag, Liu Ziguang found a heavy bullet clip with five shiny yellow bullets inside. He inserted the clip, smoothly chambered a round, ejected the clip again, cocked the gun, and caught the gleaming bullet that popped out of the ejection port.

  Liu Ziguang was having a great time, but Ma Chao was frightened: "Brother Liu, this is a gun."

  "Nonsense, is this a gun or a dog?" Liu Ziguang laughed and said.

  "So, what are you going to do? You're not thinking of..." Ma Chao's face turned white. Cases involving guns were always big cases, and it wouldn't be easy to get out of once caught.

  Liu Ziguang smiled faintly: "Don't worry, this thing is hot to the touch, we won't keep it, but if we put it in our hands, there are people who are more anxious than us."