Xu Bing is a soldier and is very sensitive to the smell of gunpowder.
Xie Wan's heart skipped a beat. It seemed that those two old men were really going to do something dangerous.
She and Xu Bing rummaged through the basement and found some materials for making bombs.
"It's homemade gunpowder, and these materials, Boss, I suspect your uncle made a remote-controlled or time bomb!"
Xie Changle was stunned and said in horror: "How is it possible? My father doesn't even allow me to fight, how could he make a bomb?"
Xie Wan confirmed Xu Bing's guess, "Don't forget, my uncle is a watchmaker.
He is proficient in precision instruments.
As long as he learned the configuration of gunpowder, making a bomb would not be a difficult task for him.
But do you know who he is going to bomb?
Think about it, who does your father hate the most? "
Xie Changle was stunned and said hesitantly, "No way? The person my father hates the most should be that Chinese Chief Inspector Lui Lok.
Whenever he heard the name Lui Lok, he would fly into a rage. "
Fan Zhi nodded, “My father also hates Lu Le the most.
He often collected news about Lu Le from newspapers.
But he is the chief inspector and they are just two ordinary people.
It is impossible that they have such a strong sense of justice that they would eliminate harm for the people, right? "
Xie Wan also found it unbelievable.
How did the Chinese Chief Inspector Lui Lok get involved?
That's a tough guy.
Xie Wan had seen those later films and saw how many people wanted to assassinate him but failed to kill him.
Even though both the British Hong Kong government and the mainland government were wanted for him, didn't he still flee to Canada, live out his life in peace and security, and die of old age in his eighties or nineties?
If Xie Sanjin and Fan Doujiang really wanted to assassinate Lu Le based on their own courage, they were doomed to fail.
Xie Wan was anxious. She didn't want Xie Sanjin to die at this time.
She also wanted to ask Xie Sanjin whether he knew Jiang Beiwang.
"Let's go out and find someone. We must stop them."
At this time, Xie Sanjin and Fan Doujiang had already seen three black luxury cars slowly approaching.
Whenever Lu Le's car stopped on the manhole cover in front of the apartment, Xie Sanjin would press the remote control button.
Three luxury cars stopped in front of the apartment building, and the one in the middle happened to be on the manhole cover.
The bomb was made by Xie Sanjin himself.
He was confident that the bomb was powerful enough to blow the car in the middle into the sky.
As long as Lui Lok was in this car, he would most likely be blown to pieces.
Unfortunately, the street light in front of the apartment building was broken, and from their direction, they couldn't see clearly who was sitting in the car.
To be on the safe side, Xie Sanjin wanted to wait until Lu Le got out of the car before detonating the bomb.
A man got out of the first car. He was wearing a Hong Kong City police uniform, and judging from his figure, he was not Lui Lok.
A man also got out of the third car, and he didn't look like Lu Le.
Finally the door of the middle car opened.
Xie Sanjin saw a man wearing a top hat getting out of the car. Lui Lok's photos could often be seen in many newspapers and magazines in Hong Kong.
Lui Lok usually doesn't like to wear police uniforms. Instead, he likes to dress like British gentlemen, especially the kind of top hat with a brim.
Judging from the height, Xie Sanjin judged that this person was Lu Le.
He pressed the remote control button without hesitation.
In order to seek revenge over the past decade, Xie Sanjin spent two years learning how to make bombs.
Then he wanted to use a time bomb.
He was good at precision machinery such as clocks, and he figured out the principle of making a time bomb. He spent a year figuring it out and finally succeeded.
He spent another year trying to find a way to install a time bomb on the path that Lu Le had to take.
Then, he failed.
Because Lui Lok was very cunning and had irregular work and rest schedules, the bomb exploded in vain.
Xie Sanjin had no chance to get close to Lu Le's car or house, so naturally he had no chance to plant the bomb again.
So he spent another two years studying circuits and wireless transmissions, and finally made a remote-controlled bomb.
He had been working on this remote-controlled bomb for two or three years, but unfortunately he fell ill.
He never had the opportunity, nor the determination to do this. He wanted revenge, but he couldn't let go of Xie Changle.
The advertisement that appeared in the newspaper these days reminded Xie Sanjin of Lao Xu again.
When talking about this with Fan Doujiang, Fan Doujiang told him that in fact, Fan Doujiang had been paying attention to Lu Le over the years.
Fan Doujiang knew that Lu Le often came to his second wife's house, and he had already found out the address of Lu Le's second wife.
Xie Sanjin felt that this was God's will.
He couldn't sleep at night and finally decided to implement his plan.
But he didn't expect that Fan Doujiang saw through his thoughts and insisted on accompanying him.
Leaving a suicide note for the children was just in case, but in fact, Xie Sanjin and Fan Doujiang didn't want to die yet.
They thought that if they could blow Lu Le to death, they might be able to escape.
There was a loud "boom".
The car in the middle was indeed blown into the sky just as Xie Sanjin had expected.
The two cars in front and behind were also affected by the explosion and moved horizontally. The glass on the windows was all shattered, and the car bodies were deformed by the blast.
Fan Doujiang didn't have time to see the result, so he pulled Xie Sanjin and ran away.
The people in the three cars were either dead or injured, and no one came to chase them.
The two old men turned into the street and found their tricycle.
Not long after they stepped out, they suddenly noticed a bird following them overhead.
That's no ordinary bird, it's a white-tailed sea eagle!
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