Screen retracement.

Ten minutes ago.

Xu Xi wears a bat mask and a black action suit, transforming into the night killer-"Black Man".

I saw a rope hanging from his back, with his arms spread out like a bat. With a "swish" sound, he descended directly from the elevator shaft on the rooftop and hung steadily in front of the elevator door on the fifteenth floor.

Immediately afterwards, he turned on the emergency device of the elevator car with his hand, causing the elevator door to open automatically.

"Bah." Release the lock, turn over and enter the fifteenth floor.

…

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Fifteenth floor.

corridor.

Xu Xi was dressed in black, holding a gun with one hand, clicking the trigger repeatedly, and knocking down the security guard in front of him in one smooth motion.

Almost every security guard had just rushed out of the corner with a weapon in hand, and the next moment he was shot in the chest and fell to the ground without stopping for a moment.

In terms of personal combat prowess alone, the "Black Man" who has undergone professional training and experimental transformation is already a figure at the pinnacle of the killer world.

How could these security guards be opponents?

"Bang bang bang!" Xu Xi single-handedly killed the security guards in just one minute and reached the door of the chief accountant's office.

During this period, Xu Xi was able to take the time to change magazines while moving forward. She didn't even need to use flower pots, tables and chairs to dodge, she just kept going straight forward without encountering an opponent, which was extremely cool.

There are many fierce men, killers, and thugs hidden in Sir Zhuang's factory. Why did Mr. Zhuang send Xu Xi instead of other wage earners? Because Xu Xi is strong enough!

"Bang!" Xu Xi shot and smashed the glass door of the chief accountant's office. The high-end and bright glass door exploded with a single shot and turned into countless fragments scattered on the ground.

"You are...!" "Phillips", chief accountant of the Hong Kong Accounting Commission, an old man wearing a suit with only a few golden curly hairs on his head, raised his head and looked with a look of shock and fear.

Toward the door.

I saw him quickly closing his laptop, then raising his hands high and shouting: "I have 50 million in my account..."

"Bang!" What he responded to was a bullet. The bullet penetrated directly through the table and accurately hit his leg. The bald ghost man staggered, sat on his chair and screamed loudly: "Oh! FUCK!"

Without saying a word, Xu Xi put the gun back into her waist, took out a grenade, pulled out the safety tip, and walked to the desk.

"I...can't be bought with money." Xu Xi raised her hand and pinched Phillips's jaw, opened his mouth, and said with cold eyes: "I'm sorry."

"Woooooooo..." He stuffed the grenade into Phillips's mouth and pushed it with his hand until it got stuck in his throat.

"boom!"

Immediately afterwards, he turned back and rushed ten meters away, jumped out, overturned a sofa, flipped over to the sofa and fell to the ground.

"Bang!" A head and most of its body exploded, and the desk was covered with minced meat. The office floor, bookcases, and computer screens were all covered in blood, and even the ceiling was inlaid with shrapnel and eyeballs.

Indeed, a killer of Xu Xi's level cannot be bought with money.

If possible, he would not even want to take action and would like to live an ordinary life.

But there is a terrible black hand that always manipulates people's fate. Everyone, including Xu Xi, is a pawn! Even if Xu Xi comes to kill "Phillips", he doesn't know what the purpose of killing "Phillips" is. He

I’m sure it’s not money! Then Phillips has to figure it out himself!

Xu Xi believed that the bald ghost man bit the grenade and must have known the answer in his mind at the moment before the explosion... but he was too lazy to delve into it.

Later, Xu Xi took out a small jar and sprinkled the refined oil in the office. Then she picked up the lighter on the desk, rubbed the flames, and threw it on the ground.

"Boom!" There was another explosion, and a raging fire was ignited in the explosion. The explosion destroyed the computer, and the fire swallowed up the files... Xu Xi turned her back to the bursting fire, and while the glass shattered, she opened her arms and flew down into the sky.

He had already fastened a rope.

Things done!

…

The fire department seemed to have been prompted and cooperated to fulfill someone's wishes.

He arrived in time, evacuated the crowd, and began to extinguish the fire calmly.

Water cannon trucks, firefighters, medical teams, and groups of people are working in an orderly manner.

…

For Mr. Zhuang, when it comes to grasping black and white, he uses both black and white hands.

They are all doing dirty work anyway, so who can’t be used? Just send Xu Xi on!

You know, there is only one way to stop tax reform!

That is to kill the big accountant who performs data coordination, because without effective data support, the Hong Kong government cannot carry out tax reform. Unless he wants to be tax exempt!

If he wants to raise taxes, then he must calculate the market value, profit, and income of the tax-increasing industry.

Random tax increases without relevant data are a fishing net full of loopholes. Not only does it violate the law, but businessmen can also find countless reasons to refuse, and citizens will not support it.

You want to say, this is the right of the government to enforce it by force, right? Hong Kong Island is not an authoritarian area. First, the Hong Kong government does not have such a strong influence, not now, nor before. Second, the cost of forcibly raising taxes is that it will cause

Civil unrest will affect the Hong Kong government's income and tribute to the ancestors.

This is a bit like "picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons." The prince not only failed to get things done, but also made things worse and worse. How can he explain to his mother?

His mother just wants her son to cook more dishes and make them more delicious. She can't smash the pot, right?

This is courting death!

Only tax reform that is supported by sufficient data can proceed smoothly.

If Zhuang Shikai wants to stop the tax reform, relying on inciting public opinion and using public opinion to exert pressure will not work. Because the Hong Kong government has not increased the "salary tax", the entire tax increase reform has nothing to do with the people. Such targeted tax increases not only

The citizens of Hong Kong Island are divided into Chinese and ghosts, and the Chinese are also divided into capitalist and labor classes.

Although the capitalists and working class in Hong Kong exist objectively, this kind of event is also done for the capitalists.

But national capital is also national! It must be protected! Otherwise, the value created by workers will flow overseas and become free "welfare" distributed to citizens in developed countries' "high welfare" benefits.

How do citizens in developed countries live so happily? Because they are exploiting workers in third world countries!

Zhuang Shikai must first protect the national capital and the value of Chinese workers, and secondly, protect himself! I am also a capitalist!

So, he chose to do something evil! To do something ruthless! To kill!

Kill the chief accountant and burn the bills and documents. The tax increase and reform will be like a gun without bullets. There is only one name left and no bullets can be fired at all!

Targeted kills.

This is a "detail".

The general trend in "Details of the General Trend" refers to using the Hong Kong community to put pressure on the ghost guys! Let the ghost guys know that it is okay to kill one person, and he can also kill many people!

There are hundreds of thousands of people in the society. If you dare to continue to raise taxes, it depends on how many inspectors you can use! And since the inspectors are Chinese, there is no need to kill them. They only need to behead them and throw away hundreds of thousands of medicines.

Just fine.

As long as there are a few more killings, the Chinese inspectors of the tax department may not dare to go to work. Either the ghost guys will issue laws and use ghost accountants to continue auditing the accounts, or they will have no choice but to suspend the tax increase reform.

This is double oppression from two dimensions! There is no need to make it too obvious, the British side can naturally feel it!

What's more, many bills and accounts are one-time use! Once burned, they are gone! If things are done well, they can be done in one go, and the Flying Tigers are the last resort.

…

Zhuang Shikai put down the phone, thought for a moment, then packed his things naturally and got ready to get off work.

He happened to meet "Liu Jianming," senior inspector of the Situational Intelligence Division, in the elevator. He smiled at him, raised his wrist, glanced at his watch and said, "What a coincidence, it saves me a trip to the seventh floor."

"You have recently led your troops to keep an eye on big accounting firms. If there is any news, please notify me as soon as possible."

People are killed! Fires are set! What to do next depends on what happens on the other side.

"Yes! Sir!" Liu Jianming, wearing a suit and looking serious, raised his hand in salute.

…

"Where are the agents from the Royal Special Forces!!!" Victoria Peak, villa.

The prince put down the phone, stared at the special situation team leader in front of him, and shouted loudly.

Mike looked ashamed: "It was just arranged ten minutes ago. It will be ready in five minutes."

The prince took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and finally let out a long sigh: "They started too quickly!"

"Your current task is to protect the entire team, Mr. Barty Crouch, the second chief accountant. All the accounting data has been handed over to Mr. Barty Crouch for calculation. I want him to show up with a complete data report.

At the tax office hearing!”

Prince Charles put his hands on the table, stared at Team Leader Mike in front of him and asked: "Do you understand?"

"Understood, Your Highness!" The leader of the royal special affairs team raised his waist, stood upright, and replied solemnly.

"These attacks on inspectors, the murder of big accountants, and arson cases are all demonstrations! They are not pressure!" Charles looked at the departure of the leader of the Royal Special Agents, shook his shoulders, and actually cheered up: "I just like it.

Such a challenge! This is a way to prove my ability to my mother!"

He has already felt the pressure coming from all dimensions, the general trend and the details, the underworld and the white. I don't know whether Charles is a little complacent because he has "hidden" a hand, or because he is proud and confident in his personality. He actually has feelings for Hong Kong Island and Zhuang Shikai.

A strange desire to conquer.

He wants to wipe away the dust on the crown's name before he can be crowned king!

However, the death of the chief accountant and the brazen actions of the Chinese confirmed that the afterglow of the empire that the sun never sets can no longer shine in the east.

…

night.

Portland Street.

"Zhuang Sheng!"

"Zhuang Sheng!"

In a bar, there is a luxurious VIP box on the second floor.
Chapter completed!