Everything was still too late. Chen Zikun and others took root in Hong Kong in just one month. Three guns would take advantage of the great opportunity of the British Hong Kong authorities to suppress the leftist riot and become famous in one battle. They would seize food at the prosperous tiger's mouth in Tsim Sha Tsui and grab a piece of land.

Sanguhui rented a floor for office, and the top balcony faced Victoria Bay. The skyscrapers on Hong Kong Island were in sight. Chen Zikun had to blow a sea breeze on the balcony every day to clear his mind and think about his next plan.

After the establishment of the club, it developed rapidly, recruited soldiers and expanded its strength, and attracted more than 100 new forces from the mainland overnight. Most of these people have been Red Guards, participated in bloody and cruel martial arts battles, and had rich combat experience. Facing the local young and dandy in Hong Kong, their combat effectiveness must be higher than the next level.

Don’t worry about military training. He is full of general-level figures, and he can stand alone if he takes it out. Currently, Xue Bin is responsible for the community business. He is the serious Sanguing Chairman and has lived in Hong Kong for many years. He has done this counterpart.

Sanqian found a lawyer and obtained ID cards for several important roles of the club. They all applied the identity of dead Hong Kong locals. In a legal sense, they were real and valid. From then on, they have become legal Hong Kong citizens.

The phone rang, Liu Ting picked it up and listened. It was Li Yaoting who called it, saying that there was a surprise. He asked Chen Zikun to come to a teahouse somewhere.

Chen Zikun immediately set off for the trip. A group of young horsemen were all wearing tight suits, long hair, and sharp blades on their waists. He came downstairs. The horsemen opened the back door of Pingzhi's car, and Chen Zikun got in.

In a parked car in the distance, the telephoto camera lens stretched out and took a photo. A horseman noticed it and immediately rushed over and questioned with great momentum. The other party showed the police officer and said arrogantly: "Send someone to do things."

No matter which hall, there are unwritten rules, and you must never touch the police. The police are the biggest underworld in Hong Kong. If you provoke them, no matter how strong the person is, they will have to run away. The gangsters left in disappointment. Chen Zikun disagreed. He knew that Han Sen was going to attack him.

Chen Zikun was not afraid at all, because he was not a gangster at all, and his way of thinking was very different from that of the local big brothers. In the 1940s, he had worked underground and had not learned anything else. ** spy on intelligence, the military command assassination tricks learned from all ages and young people. He dealt with a small character like Inspector Hua, a piece of cake.

"Let Xue Bin secretly choose a dozen young people with clean backgrounds and apply for the police academy." Chen Zikun ordered Liu Ting,

"This is."

"Prepare for the future and make plans for the future."

The car drove to the teahouse, and a group of mermaids went upstairs one after another. At the door of the second floor, Li Yaoting smiled and waited: "Old Chen, see who I have found for you."

Chen Zikun walked into the private room with a smile. There were two people sitting inside. He was a couple in their sixties. He had sharp eyes and good figures. He was very handsome. He was very handsome.

"Fifth Uncle Master." The two of them clasped their fists together, and their eyes were already filled with tears.

"Ouyang Kai, Situ Xiaoyan." Chen Zikun was also shocked.

"Now it's called Situ Yan, there are no small words." Situ smiled,

Everyone sat down and talked in detail. It turned out that these two people came to Hong Kong to develop the Jingwu Association's career in the early 1950s. Huo Dongge was in Malaya. They were in Hong Kong. Their career was not very successful. There were few apprentices and their lives were difficult.

"It's easy to deal with. Let's get you a hundred students to practice." Chen Zikun smiled.

...

With the joining of the Jingwu Association, the combat effectiveness of the Three Guns congregation has reached a higher level. There have been reports in major newspapers that the Three Guns congregation hired Ouyang Kai and his wife as the head coach of the National Arts. They also played a big name in publicity.

The Three Guns Association was also well-known in Shanghai. After many years of silence, it rekindled in Hong Kong and was in full force, attracting the attention of Inspector Hua Hansen, who is responsible for the security of the Yau Tsim Mong area. At this time, the leftist riots had been suppressed, and the police finally had free time. He ordered the police to clear the venue of the Three Guns Association.

Overnight, all the places covered by three shots were swept away, and the congregation suffered heavy casualties. The police did not take action directly, but instead let the fourteen K act as the main force, and they just swept the tail behind.

The action was successful, and Han Sen returned to his concubine's residence with satisfaction. Although Hong Kong is a "democratic society" under the rule of Britain, the marriage system allows for the acquisition of concubines. Han Sen has a wife and two concubines, and his life is very happy.

"Brother Sen, I'll make soup for you, drink it while it's hot." The concubine brought the soybean and pig hand soup, and Han Sen tasted it: "Axia, your skills in making soup are getting better and better."

Axia helped Han Sen pull out two white hairs and said quietly: "Brother Sen, you have white hair again. As a human being, the most important thing is to be happy. No matter how much money you make, what's the point of spending your life?"

Han Sen was stunned: "What does it mean."

Axia panicked: "It's nothing. I heard that the three shots will be very arrogant in the past three times, and I'm afraid they will target you."

Han Sen smiled proudly: "Axia, remember, the underworld can never fight with the police."

The servant brought a midnight snack, steamed pork ribs with soy pepper, and garlic-flavored char siu. Han Sen was not hungry, so he picked up a piece of char siu for the puppy. After eating the pork ribs, the puppy screamed a few times and fell to the ground and died.

Han Sen was shocked,

Someone poisoned him, and the servant panicked and fell to his knees and claimed that it was nothing to do with me. Han Sen was the Chief Hua, and his brain was still very logical. The concubine could not poison him. The servant had been with him for more than ten years and could not be bribed. It was probably because of the murder of outsiders. Could it be that the three guns?

I swept the venue of the three-gun meeting tonight. Their revenge came so quickly, which was incredible. So this murder should have been planned for a long time, and it happened to be a big deal today.

Han Sen was extremely angry, and then it was a bone-blooded cold. He had seen many cruelty among the gangsters, but it was unimaginable that they dared to use such cruelty against the police. Generally speaking, even if the gangsters were very dissatisfied with a certain policeman, at most they would intimidate such as sending a bullet and other threats. They would attack them without saying anything. This was completely inconsistent with the rules of the world.

Han Sen left here overnight and hid in the police station. The next day, the laboratory analyzed that there was a highly toxic arsenic component in the char siu. This was an attempted murder.

Inspector Hua's position is not high, lower than the Ghost Guy's Supervisor, but he actually has a lot of power. Even the police superintendent in this district will give them face, and Han Sen was almost poisoned to death. He must come out of this tone. The police station began to arrange personnel, monitor the three-fire meeting, and prepare for a major arrest operation.

...

The venue of the Three Guns Club was cleared and the losses were heavy, but it was nothing to Chen Zikun. The battle of the Beitai defense battle was so fierce that it was a big battle. Since he entered this industry, he had to face the sword light and sword shadow calmly. What should he do, and he would not be affected at all.

Introduced by Ouyang Kai, Chen Zikun went to Kowloon Xingye Building and visited the Wing Chun master Ip Man. Ip Man has long heard that Chen Zikun is a disciple of Huang Feihong, Foshan, and he really wants to meet him and try two moves. Chen Zikun is also thinking of this. The two of them drink tea and chat, and they regret meeting too late. Finally, they briefly discussed a few moves, and there was no difference between the winner and the loss. Everyone laughed.

Ip Man wanted to keep Chen Zikun for dinner, but he politely declined and said goodbye to go downstairs. Just as he was about to get in the car, several cars suddenly rushed out and blocked the way. More than a dozen plainclothes police officers jumped out of the car, hid in the back of the car and raised their revolver and shouted: "Don't move."

A large number of military-equipped policemen came, and the barrel of the Remington shotgun was extended from the truck. Even if Chen Zikun had three heads and six arms, he could not kill the gods and could only surrender.

"I want to see a lawyer." Chen Zikun said,

The CIDs rushed up and pressed him on the car and put handcuffs. One person said, "It's not necessary for you to speak now, but what you say will be used as a testimony in the court."

Chen Zikun was pulled back to the Mong Kok Police Station. For this operation, the police mobilized nearly a hundred troops. The operation was called "Tiger Hunting". No shot was fired and no one died. It is a model of police operations.

In the interrogation room, Chen Zikun was handcuffed to a chair, and a chubby plainclothes detective walked in, shining Chen Zikun's face with a desk lamp, and tapping the file in his hand: "You said your name is Liu Fugui, you are from Sha Tin. You have lived in Hong Kong since you were a child. Why can't you speak Cantonese?"

Chen Zikun said: "You are Han Sen."

Han Sen's romance changed: "Yes, I'm Han Sen. Don't you want to kill me? Come on."

Chen Zikun smiled contemptuously and said, "If I want to kill you, you can sit here alive."

Han Sen said: "Uncle Kun, this is not a Shanghai beach, this is Hong Kong. When you arrive in Hong Kong, you must follow the rules of Hong Kong, otherwise I will not know how to die if I let you die."

The iron door opened, two strong CIDs came in, lifted Chen Zikun up, and the thick telephone book was placed on his chest, and the other person raised the iron hammer.

"You are beaten to internal injuries, and there is no trace outside, and the lawyer can do nothing." Han Sen smiled proudly,

Chen Zikun was speechless, this is what it feels like when the tiger fell into the sun and was bullied by a dog.

"Besides, it doesn't matter if you beat you to death. It's very likely that you will have a heart attack at your age." Han Sen smiled sinisterly.

CID raised the hammer high and was about to smash it down when the door of the interrogation room was suddenly opened, and four tough men in suits walked in.

"Who asked you to come in?" Han Sen said furiously.

"Original from the Political Department." The other party showed the staff and directly took Chen Zikun over.

"You can't take him away, he is my prisoner." Han Sen was unwilling to accept it.

"This is the signature of the Assistant Commissioner of the Police Department." The other party was unambiguous. The Political Department is a spy agency in the Police Department, responsible for counter-espionage affairs in Hong Kong. It is much higher than that of ordinary police. It is normal for them to be above the top.

Han Sen had no choice but to watch the prisoner he had taken away after spending a lot of effort to arrest was taken away by people from the Political Department.

Chen Zikun put a black cloth bag on his head and was taken into the car. He was turned around and turned and didn't know where he was. The car was parked in the underground parking garage. The prisoner took the hood to the interrogation room through the elevator, and the headguard was taken off.

The door opened, and a handsome middle-aged man in a tweed suit walked in and said in a standard Mandarin: "I am Yue Hua, senior police officer of the Political Department of the Hong Kong Police Force. You can call me Wilson."

Chen Zikun's eyes opened slightly, and his tiger's body shook.

Isn't this the underground party ace agent who has been sacrificed for a long time, the former Shanghai Beach movie star, his brother-in-law, Yan Qingyu?
Chapter completed!