Listening to the accent, this waiter should be southerner.
Tang Feng smiled and said, "Let's serve two of your local specialties here" Then, he asked for some staple food and drinks.
The waiter wrote them down one by one, and then opened his mouth with a smile.
After waiting for five minutes, the waiter delivered them the same meal they had ordered.
Tang Feng picked up the chopsticks and took a bite, it was not authentic, but the taste was not weird or unpalatable.
He was already slow to eat, and he was not hungry, so he ate without a bite, Yan Zhuhui was different from him, he ate with relish, and praised the dishes again and again for tasting good.
At this time, as soon as the door of the restaurant opened, the five people in black suits walked in from the outside, and the five people were expressionless, with a layer of frost on their faces, and seeing them, people felt a little cold unconsciously.
Recently, the five of them looked around, and when they saw Tang Feng, their eyes lit up, and then, they turned their heads away, pretending to be casual, and sat five or six meters away from Tang Feng by the window.
Seeing these five people, Shura and the others were shocked, although their right hand was holding chopsticks and picking up vegetables, their left hand slowly put it under the table, reached into their arms, and grabbed the hidden pistol.
Shura looked at Tang Feng with a wary look, and the latter's expression did not change, but he nodded slightly, and the smile in his eyes deepened.
The five sat down, looked around the restaurant, and then straightened their backs, but their hands began to touch down.
Their every move was within the observation of Shura and the others, and they saw that they had the intention of pulling out their guns, and the spirits of Shura and the others became more and more tense, and they secretly loaded their guns, and only when the other party pulled out their guns, they could shoot them at the first time.
The restaurant was calm, that is, there was no chaos, and no one made a loud noise, but secretly it was murderous, and the gunfight was about to break out, and the air was filled with a thick atmosphere of killing.
A man in black lowered his head, but out of the corner of his eye, he stared at Tang Feng coldly, his hand touched the back of his waist, grabbed the handle of the gun, and was ready to pull out the gun.
Gurgle, Gurgle, Gurga and the others talked and laughed with each other, but in a moment, the five of them had already lifted the thimble of the pistol and opened the safety at the same time.
The man in black stared at him, and when he was about to draw his gun, a middle-aged man in black about forty years old sitting next to him grabbed his wrist and shook his head silently.
The man in black was shocked, and slowly lowered his arm that was about to be raised.
Seeing this, Shura and the others also lowered their hearts downward.
Close range shootouts, especially melee battles, the decisive factor may lie in the difference between the speed and slowness of the action, no one dares to guarantee that they can win steadily, let alone guarantee that they will not be injured, although Shura and others have outstanding marksmanship, but it is definitely a lie to say that they are not nervous.
Yan Zhuhui put down her chopsticks, picked up the napkin, wiped the corners of her mouth elegantly, smiled at Tang Feng, and said, "I'll go to the bathroom." ” Tang Feng nodded and said casually, "Be careful." ” Yan Zhuhui was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant by this, but it could be seen that he was still smiling, so he didn't take it to heart, walked quickly to the front desk, and asked the waiter, who enthusiastically took the initiative to lead the way.
As soon as he left, the eyes of the five men in black became more and more gloomy, and one of the middle-aged men took out his mobile phone, made a call, and after connecting, he lowered his voice and said, "Ready, do it" As soon as he hung up the phone, several big men walked in outside the restaurant, still wearing black suits, divided into two groups, one sitting near the door, and the other sitting on the second floor.
Outside the restaurant, there were a number of men in black who were hurrying towards this side.
The eyeliner of Huaxing Society, which was hidden in Chinatown, saw the situation clearly and immediately notified the leader of the big circle.
The leader didn't dare to delay, called Tang Feng and explained to him the situation at this time.
Tang Feng picked up the phone, and after listening, he paused for a few seconds, and then said casually with a smile: "There are enough people, the rest of the ground, stop them, you can find a way to do it yourself, remember, you have to get it all."
With that, he hung up the phone as if nothing had happened.
His casual words, except for Shura and others, no one can understand it.
The middle-aged man in black looked at his watch, felt that the time was almost up, and glanced at the black-clothed people around him, signaling them to get ready and start immediately.
Seeing his hints, all the people in black grabbed the pistols hidden under their clothes, Shura and the others looked cold, and then pulled out the pistols, just covered them with their clothes, no one spoke, and the nerves of both sides were tense to the extreme, and the shootout was about to break out.
At this moment, the door of the restaurant opened, and two uniformed police officers suddenly walked in from the outside.
The appearance of the police made all the people in black shocked, their hands on the handle of the gun, and they were not pulled, and they were stunned, not knowing what to do.
The middle-aged man in black frowned, his fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, and the men in black understood, and inserted the pistol that had been pulled out half of it again.
After the two policemen came in, the waiter immediately greeted him, he was obviously very familiar with the relationship between the two people, and asked with a smile: "Is it still the same today?"
These two people, one is a pure Westerner, who is tall and stout, and the other is an Oriental, thin and tall.
"Well, it's still the same," the two policemen said, looking around and saying, "Business is good today, there are so many people," and they sat down at the only empty table.
The policeman who looked like an oriental first noticed Tang Feng, who was not far from him, and when he saw that he was wearing a tunic suit, he smiled, shook his head, and then swept his gaze away, and then he noticed that there were three tables of guests in the restaurant who were all wearing black suits, and their expressions were cold and handsome, not like good.
He was slightly stunned, first glanced at the policeman opposite, and then raised his head at the black-clothed people.
After being reminded by him, the other policeman also felt that something was wrong, the corners of his mouth twitched, he stood up, his right hand was naturally placed on the pistol on his waist, walked to the table near the staircase, looked around at a few people, and asked, "Why haven't I seen you before?"
These men in black are the killers of the Vietnamese gang.
In the Vietnamese gang, their abilities are very outstanding, otherwise they are not elite, but among them, few policemen who can understand English speak to them, and these people do not understand at all.
Seeing that they did not speak, the policeman became more suspicious and said, "I want to see your ID card."
Several of the men in black pretended to be blank, but under the table, they had already pulled out their pistols.
The policeman who looked like an Oriental man stepped forward and said in Chinese, "Please show your ID cards." t1706231537: