Liu Handong did not move. He was thinking about how to deal with this difficult standoff. He was not carrying a heinous crime. At most, he was crossing the border illegally. Being caught by the police would only cause Zheng Chen some trouble. But he had a gun on him, so he could not say no to this matter.
It’s clear that it’s not worth it to take down four policemen for this. In the end, there is only one choice: run!
The police thought he couldn't understand Cantonese, so he spoke again in Mandarin and asked him to take out his ID card.
Zhan Ziyu took back his ID card, smiled happily at Liu Handong, and passed by.
"Sir, please cooperate." The policeman said in a serious tone.
No way, just run. Liu Handong suddenly realized it and was about to take out his ID. Suddenly, the Motorola walkie-talkie on the shoulder of the police sergeant came out with urgent Cantonese instructions. It was probably an emergency nearby. The four PTUs ignored Liu Handong and hurriedly
Go out and run quickly.
Liu Handong breathed a sigh of relief and looked back. The brothers had dispersed quietly. Zhan Ziyu stood in the distance and sneered at him.
It was not advisable to stay here for a long time. Liu Handong pointed his middle finger at Zhan Ziyu and walked away.
Not far from home, I saw a group of people watching on the roadside. The PTU was dealing with a dispute between two groups. One of them was Huo Lei and Xiao Cui. The people who clashed with them were several young people from Hong Kong, all wearing plastic frames.
wearing glasses, wearing a T-shirt and sneakers with locusts printed on the chest, and holding a cardboard sign with the words "Expelling Locusts from the Mainland" written on it.
After the police arrived at the scene, both parties were still in a state of excitement, especially the young Hong Kong people, who seemed to have found a source of support and shouted loudly. One of them even sang a locust song.
Huo Lei had a bad temper, so he was thankful that he didn't take the initiative to cause trouble. Although he couldn't understand the Cantonese Locust Song, he could tell that the song was an insult to him. It was so good that he took action on the spot.
Hands, people who have practiced Sanda are extraordinary. One kick to the side kicked the singing boy seven or eight meters away.
The police immediately shouted to stop him. The two grabbed Huo Lei's arms. The police chief took out the handcuffs, leaving one person on guard.
Cui Zhenghao, who had been silent all this time, suddenly burst into action. His movements were simple and as fast as lightning. The four PTUs were put to the ground without even opening the buckles of their holsters. By the time they got up, the suspects had already disappeared.
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Most of the onlookers gathered around were mainland tourists, and they didn’t know who started it, but they actually clapped.
The policemen got up from the ground in embarrassment, used the walkie-talkie to call the main station for help, and reported the physical characteristics of Cui Zhenghao and Huo Lei. There were cameras everywhere on Hong Kong Island, and the patrolmen set up a tight dragnet, so that these two people could not escape.
The white car arrived and carried the boy who was kicked away by the fire thunder into the ambulance. He was not dead, but several ribs were broken, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and feces and urine came out. The injuries were really serious.
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Three hours later, Huo Lei and Cui Zhenghao returned to their residence. Zheng Chen rented a few rooms for them in Chima Building near Route 5, Kowloon City Road. This is a common apartment building in Hong Kong where many Indians live.
, the Malays are strangers to each other, and no one cares about anyone else's business.
These two guys have caused a big trouble, and Hong Kong can't stay any longer. Anyway, I have the money I just got in my pocket, so it's better to run away to a foreign country. I'm not familiar with the place here, and it's hard to buy fake passports on the black market. Fortunately, there is Zheng
Chen helped me and got two real and fake passports that night.
Southeast Asia is a paradise for fake passports. It is said that there is a fake passport trading center in Thailand. Passports from all over the world can be bought, and they are all genuine. There are also many in Hong Kong. Zheng Chen bought two Korean passports with photos.
It's true, Huo Lei is tall and handsome, with Professor Dou's hat-pad hairstyle, he looks almost like a handsome Korean guy who has had plastic surgery. Not to mention Xiao Cui, he is originally a Korean, so pretending to be Korean is natural.
"Huo Lei, it's okay to learn more Korean from your brother Cui." Liu Handong said.
Huo Lei sneered: "Come on, just follow his accent and it won't be a shame to die in Korea."
Cui Zhenghao suddenly said: "Actually, I can speak southern dialect. I used to practice in the reserve team of the southern working group, and I hired radio announcers kidnapped from Seoul."
Liu Handong asked curiously: "Xiao Cui, what on earth do you do?"
"I am a North Korean soldier." Cui Zhenghao obviously did not want to recall the past.
The customs in Hong Kong are very strict, and it is difficult to get out of the customs here. Zheng Chen arranged a cargo ship to Malaysia, which cost 200,000 Hong Kong dollars. Liu Handong paid for them and personally delivered it to the Kwai Chung Container Terminal.
In the distance is the famous Tsing Yi Bridge, shrouded in smoke on the sea, mountains of containers piled up on the container terminal, yellow gantry cranes, sirens blaring, and the air is full of sadness.
Huo Lei, such a big man, actually had red eye circles and a sore nose. He bit his lips and couldn't bear to leave. He hugged Liu Handong again and again, sobbing: "Brother, take care of me, my parents, and my sister."
"Don't worry, I'll take care of the house for you. Don't be so grumpy when you go out, and use your brain more when something happens." Liu Handong comforted Huo Lei by patting him on the back.
"Take this gun with you, it will be needed outside." Liu Handong handed the GLOCK19 to Huolei.
Cui Zhenghao looked at the sea and smoked in the wind. The sea breeze blew his hair. The ugly and dirty North Korean refugee who used to squat next to the garbage dump has now changed his appearance. He is wearing decent clothes bought from a shop in Causeway Bay.
They vaguely look like people from the Republic of Korea.
It was almost time. Xiao Cui threw away his cigarette butt and came over to say goodbye to Liu Handong.
Liu Handong stretched out his hand: "Xiao Cui, I wasted a lot of time on you. In fact, I should have sent you to South Korea long ago."
Cui Zhenghao had a cold face, held Liu Handong's hand, suddenly pulled him over, and gave him a fierce bear hug.
"Xiao Cui, I'm not used to you being so enthusiastic." Liu Handong said with a smile.
"Don't you want to know my identity? In fact, I am the bodyguard of Second Commander Cui Yonghai." Cui Zhenghao whispered in Liu Handong's ear.
Liu Handong was shocked. Xiao Cui turned out to be the personal bodyguard of North Korea's second-in-command Cui Longhai. No wonder he was so skilled. The year before last, Cui Longhai was secretly arrested by the North Korean authorities and shot three days later, shocking the world again. This kind of internal purge, people around him were the first to bear the brunt.
Xiao Cui was able to escape pursuit and escape to China, but he endured countless bloody ordeals.
"Goodbye, friend." Cui Zhenghao took a step back, raised his hands in salute, then picked up his luggage and strode away.
"Brother Bangzi, wait for me." Huo Lei picked up the box and chased after him. He ran a few steps and turned back and said, "Brother Dong, let's chat online. Contact us via WeChat."
"Bon voyage!" Liu Handong waved goodbye, feeling disappointed in his heart.
There is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever. Cui Zhenghao and Huo Lei finally left. Liu Handong and the others also returned to the mainland with Zheng Chen's help and set off home with the things purchased from Hong Kong.
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After Brother Sen returned, he asked an old friend to learn more about Zheng Chen's background. He was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. Fortunately, he didn't go against him. He also thought about Huang Zhandong's little tricks behind his back. He got very angry and decided to punish this kid again.
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"Ah Qiang, call Ah Zhan and ask him to return to Hong Kong. I'll see him if I have something to do." Brother Sen ordered.
When the call was answered, Huang Zhandong said that he could not make it to the mainland for the time being and would return to Hong Kong in three days.
"Tell him not to investigate that matter. I have already taken care of it." Brother Sen was a little unhappy when he thought about this matter and needed to vent.
Brother Sen has a habit of patronizing Lou Feng's business. He especially likes Beigu, who has long wavy legs and long thighs. His quality is much better than that of Malay girls and local products. He is also very liberal and dares to play any tricks. Brother Sen has hemorrhoids.
He loves to play Dulong Diamond the most. He has a place he frequents frequently. For only 800 Hong Kong dollars per visit, he can play as much as he likes all afternoon.
After arranging the club's business, Brother Sen took Aqiang and the driver to the old place for entertainment. He asked Aqiang to wait nearby, and he went upstairs. Being familiar with the roads, he knocked on the door and entered the house. He sat on the bench and waited for a while.
The previous customer came out and Brother Sen went in. Beigu's name was Xiaoli. She was a little bit ugly but had a good profile. She was 1.7 meters tall and had a bust size of 34D. Xiaoli got a basin of water and helped Brother Sen wash herself. She was also messing around.
I washed, rinsed my mouth and started serving.
Two hours later, Brother Sen, who was in a comfortable state of mind and body, went downstairs and took out his mobile phone to call Aqiang to pick him up. Suddenly, he noticed several figures wandering nearby, all with Indian and Pakistani faces, holding long strips of newspapers wrapped in their hands.
shape object.
Brother Sen became vigilant. Murders on the road were usually committed by knifemen from India and Pakistan. They were more ruthless and unscrupulous than the locals, and their charges were low. After cutting, they would just take the money and run away to build a house in their hometown in India.
When marrying a wife, don’t be too chic.
Aqiang didn't answer the phone. Brother Sen was a little worried. He turned around and wanted to go upstairs, but saw two dark Indian faces appearing on the stairs. He became uneasy. He didn't bring any guy with him when he went out to play. If Gurkha doglegs
With a machete in hand, are you still afraid of these guys?
The Indian and Pakistani swordsmen slowly opened the newspaper, revealing their sharp watermelon knives, showing their murderous intent.
Brother Sen ran away, taking off his coat and wrapping it around his arms as he ran. He walked as fast as flying, and the swordsmen were chasing after him. After all, he was older. People in their fifties usually neglected to exercise.
After ten meters, he was out of breath and slowed down. There was a sound of breaking wind on the back of his head. Brother Sen subconsciously lowered his head and slashed the watermelon knife against his scalp.
I kept running, and there was a car in front of me. The license plate number was so familiar, it was my car.
"Aqiang, save me!" Brother Sen shouted at the top of his lungs.
A face wearing sunglasses poked out of the car. Aqiang looked at Brother Sen expressionlessly, and the window glass slowly rose.
Brother Sen realized that Aqiang had betrayed him. The huge blow made his legs weak and his pace slowed down. The swordsmen caught up with him and slashed at him with their knives. Brother Sen raised his hands to resist, and his thin clothes could not stop the sharp ones.
With the Watermelon Knife, his arm was almost cut off, and he also received several knives on his body. He managed to run a few more steps, and was slashed four or five times on his back. He felt that his strength was draining away little by little, and he could no longer run.
The swordsmen surrounded Brother Sen and hacked him wildly, cutting him into a bloody mess, and then dispersed in a rush.
The car door opened, and the dying Brother Sen saw a pair of familiar leather shoes. He looked up with difficulty and found that the owner of the leather shoes was none other than Huang Zhandong.