the next day.

Morning.

Hong Kong Island Region.

Zhuang Shikai turned the car keys, held a cup of mandarin duck, and hummed a ditty: "There will be thousands of songs floating on my road in the distance in the future!"

"Even if there are thousands of evening stars in the coming days, they will shine brighter than the moon tonight..."

He had a happy expression on his face, stretched out his hand to open the office door, and slowly sat on the chair: "Ah...because you will sing with me tonight..."

Just kidding, I made an arms deal last night. After cleaning up the scene, I immediately drove home and slept with my wife upstairs.

Do you think he can be unhappy?

"Da da da." Chen Jiaju held the document, stood at the door, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

"You're so early." Sir Zhuang muttered in his heart and put the key in the drawer: "Please come in!"

"Sir Zhuang."

Chen Jiaju had two dark circles under his eyes, his steps were wandering and his eyes were blurred.

He walked to his desk and put a document on the table: "Closing Report."

"OK." Zhuang Shikai picked up the mandarin duck on the table and took a sip. He didn't mean to turn over the report at all. He was obviously waiting for something.

The boss doesn’t know how hard it is for the younger brother!

Last night, when Sir Zhuang went home and hugged his wife to sleep, hugging her softly and smelling her body fragrance, Chen Jiaju and his brothers worked overtime, interrogating and arranging procedures for a full nine hours without closing their eyes...

Where is Sir Zhuang?

Not only did he go home to sleep! He also dared to be late!

It seems I don’t want to read the report yet!

"Damn it!" Chen Jiaju gritted his teeth secretly: "Do you want me to read it?"

Zhuang Shikai put his hands together, adjusted his sitting posture, tapped his fingertips, and looked up to the opposite side.

Chen Jiaju straightened his back and stood at attention and said: "There was a firefight last night involving five cars of arms, totaling 230 boxes, more than 80 AK and other rifles, more than 200 standard pistols, and 80,000 bullets."

"There are also some grenades and submachine guns, which are gifts according to what Da Fei said."

Zhuang Shikai nodded: "Brother Da Fei is very generous!"

Chen Jiaju secretly thought: "Sir Zhuang! Just be arrogant! I will tolerate you for decades!"

"Just so that I can be the boss in a few decades! Sitting in your position!"

"snort!"

"Keep talking." Zhuang Shikai reminded.

Chen Jiaju continued: "Eight members of the East Star Club were killed on the spot, 24 were injured, and six were captured alive, including the leader of the East Star Club, Da Fei."

"In addition, twenty-five overseas gang members were killed. None survived and all died."

"Nothing was found at the scene that could prove their identity..."

"The initial suspicion is that he is a Singaporean."

"The entire operation resulted in the arrest of 30 people, the killing of 33 people, and the seizure of arms worth HK$2 million."

"Report completed."

Chen Jiaju said solemnly.

Zhuang Shikai opened the folder, turned directly to the last page, and signed his name at the end with a pen.

What's so easy about falsifying this kind of closing report? If you can't read it, you can't. Signing it directly is the easiest and saves time.

Chen Jiaju took the folder back and said to himself: "Be patient! Bear with me some more!"

"It's only a few decades anyway!"

Zhuang Shikai put down his pen and said with a cold laugh: "Da Fei is so bold! You can fight a war by selling a batch of arms!"

"Damn it, what if there is turmoil in Singapore? I can't take the responsibility!"

Zhuang Shikai's words are upright and upright.

Chen Jiaju twitched his ears and secretly cursed: "How can this little armament be enough to cause chaos? Sir Zhuang wants to put gold in his face again!"

"As handsome as he is, why are you still so narcissistic?"

"I heard that pretty boys are very narcissistic! It seems true!"

Chen Jiaju touched his chin: "I am the only exception."

"What are you thinking about!" Zhuang Shikai suddenly shouted.

Chen Jiaju was shocked, woke up and returned to reality, and quickly shouted: "Da Fei said he would take photos of everything!"

"But we have to arrange for him to escape!"

"He said he was afraid that the dealer would kill him!"

In fact, Sir Chen's thinking is narrow-minded.

In other words, using the heart of an ugly person to judge the belly of a pretty boy.

I don’t know how big the world is in Sir Zhuang’s heart!

The goods traded once are not enough to fight, what about ten times, or a hundred times? What's more, Da Fei is just one of many small demolition houses. How many small demolition houses like Da Fei are selling goods privately?

It's just that the police don't have any information yet, and the customs haven't discovered it yet.

Moreover, for dealers above Dafei, how much quantity should be shipped at one time? What about the final arms dealer?

This TM combined is definitely enough to fight a local war!

And with so many arms coming and going on Hong Kong Island, wouldn't it put Hong Kong Island on a powder keg, an extremely dangerous situation?

so...

Sir Zhuang still cares about all the people in the world!

He is simply a living Bodhisattva!

The newly born "Living Bodhisattva" Zhuang Shikai was stroking his chin and said coldly: "Da Fei is really weak..."

"Don't even give me a chance to waterboard..."

"Well…"

Chen Jiaju said a little embarrassed: "You were so miserable last night, it's strange that he won his bones... Basically, you just made demands while holding on to the cell, and waited for you to agree before speaking..."

"Hehehe..."

"Living Bodhisattva" sneered: "He knows what you say."

"We'll make arrangements after we finish talking."

"It depends on whether his material is strong enough. The more powerful the material, the more money he will make and the better the place he will go to."

Chen Jiaju raised his hand and responded: "Yes, sir!"

Chen Jiaju then turned around and left, heading to the interrogation room to convey the news to Da Fei.

Two minutes later.

Chen Jiaju knocked on the door: "Da da da."

"So fast?"

Zhuang Shikai raised his hand and said: "Come in."

Chen Jiaju said with a depressed face: "Sir! Da Fei wants to see you!"

"He wants to tell you personally!"

"Um?"

Zhuang Shikai thought for a moment, nodded and said: "Bring him to the office!"

"yes!"

"Sir!"

Chen Jiaju turned around and went out, and soon brought Da Fei to the office.

When Da Fei saw the officer with his legs crossed, he immediately wailed loudly and muttered: "Master Zhuang!"

"Spare my life..."

I saw Dafei's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his forehead was injured, and he was walking with a limp. It was obvious that he had been beaten last night.

Sir Zhuang held the pen and sneered: "If you want to die, keep screaming!"

Da Fei immediately stopped speaking, wiped his tears with his hands, and said in a fake tone: "My online name is Johnny Wang, a guy who sells arms all year round. He used to hang out with Uncle Hai, but now he runs the stove by himself, and seven people in Hong Kong

Eight societies that wanted to tear down their homes all came to him to get their goods!"
To be continued...