With a screeching brake sound, the Mercedes-Benz, which had a flat tire, shattered the rear glass, and several bullet holes in its body, stopped steadily in front of the Mandarin Hotel.
The yawning doorman looked at the scarred car. After being stunned for a moment, he hurriedly ran up and asked hurriedly: "What's wrong, Brother Dong? What happened to you?"
A Dong quickly got out of the car and shouted to the doorman: "Call the police quickly, we are being attacked, and those people rushing to the street have guns in their hands!"
"good!"
The doorman's expression changed and he ran back in a hurry.
"Wait a minute, don't rush to call the police."
Chu Heng, who had just gotten off the car, stopped the doorman at this time. Hong Kong Island in the 1960s was like a pot of porridge, with black and white colluding. You are one of them, and you are one of me. Who knows who attacked them and the police?
Is it related to the team?
And even if they didn't, they might not be able to help them wholeheartedly, so he planned to contact Avima and the others first to see if they had any connections and could put pressure on the people in the police force.
In Hong Kong, which was still under British rule, it was the foreign devils who had the final say.
In the blink of an eye.
Chu Heng walked into the hotel lobby. Looking at him with blood on his ears and cheeks, many staff members panicked. Immediately, a group of people came together, either genuine or fake, to care about him and ask him questions.
"Oh, Mr. Chu, why are you injured?"
"I'll get the medicine kit."
"What? He was attacked!"
"Who is so bold? Even our guests at the Mandarin Hotel dare to touch you!"
…
"Okay, okay, stop arguing for now, I need to make a phone call." Chu Heng dealt with these people and came to the front desk with a sullen face. Under the distressed eyes of the bitch, he picked up the
I called Anna and the others who lived in the apartment building next door.
"Dududu..."
The phone rang for a while and no one answered.
"Crack!"
Chu Heng frowned and put down the phone.
"Mr. Chu."
The hotel manager rushed over after hearing the news and hurriedly asked him: "Do you need to go to the hospital? Is there anything we need to do?"
"It's not needed yet, thank you." Chu Heng waved his hand to signal him to be quiet. After thinking for a while, he took out the phone book and called Becky. He vaguely remembered that Avima had said that he was going to Becky's place to attend a party in the evening.
.
"Dudu...Hello, I'm Becky."
The phone rang for a while before Becky picked up.
Listening to the loud music coming from the other end of the phone, Chu Heng frowned and said, "Hello, Becky, I'm Chu Heng."
"Wow, you are so beautiful. I am so happy to receive your call."
"Listen to me, Becky, I'm in some trouble now. I need to find Avima and Anna. Are they here with you?"
"Trouble? Okay, just wait a moment, I'll call them right away."
Hearing the sound of the phone being put aside, Chu Heng reached into his pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one for himself, and waited quietly.
He had just taken a few puffs when Avima's urgent voice came from the other end of the phone.
"What's wrong, Chu? What trouble are you in?"
If Cen Hao is excluded, the people on Hong Kong Island who are most concerned about Chu Heng's safety are Avima and Anna. After all, they are still counting on Chu Heng to make them rich.
"That's right, when I went out for a walk just now..." Chu Heng told her roughly what happened before.
"Okay, I understand. Don't go out in the hotel for now. We'll be there right away."
Anna hung up the phone with a serious look on her face, and when she was thinking about how to ask someone for help, Avima beside her asked curiously: "What's wrong with Chu, Anna?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?" Becky also asked with concern.
"Chu was attacked..." Anna immediately recounted the incident to them, then looked at Becky and said: "Dear, we need your help now. After all, we don't know Johnny very well."
"Okay, I'll go tell him! These people are so arrogant!" Becky nodded and walked away with a sullen face. After a while, two foreign devils came over, one male and one female. The female was the daughter of the Financial Secretary.
Jelena Erikson, a pretty widow in her thirties.
The other was Johnny McGill, the son of the police commissioner.
…
"Dingle bell!"
In a luxurious villa not far from Happy Valley, a middle-aged man who was sleeping soundly with two pretty girls in his arms was suddenly awakened by the phone ringing.
The man's name is Lan Gang. He is in his forties and under fifty. He looks elegant and looks like a handsome young man.
Some people may not be familiar with him, but I believe many people have watched Detective Lei Luo of 500 Million, right?
Lei Luo is based on Lu Le, the leader of the four detectives, and Lan Gang is the chief inspector second only to Lu Le among the four detectives. He, Lu Le and three other people control Hong Kong.
I don’t know how many people are counting on them for the black and white business of the island. Even Xin Ngee Ann, the Chaozhou Gang, 14K, Hesheng and the so-called four major families in the world have to bow to them!
It can be said that in the eyes of ordinary people, the four of them are regarded as out-and-out big shots.
"Fuck, who's on the street talking on the phone in the middle of the night?"
Lan Gang, who was awakened by the rapid ringing of the phone, pushed the woman beside him irritably, quickly got out of bed, and picked up the phone on the bedside table.
"I'm Lan Gang."
"What?"
"good."
"I understand, let's deal with it now..."
Not long after.
Lan Gang hung up the phone, turned on the desk lamp, and put on his clothes while cursing with a dark face: "Who rushes into the street to cause trouble for me? Are you looking for death by shooting on the street?"
"Brother Gang, what's wrong?" A woman stood up curiously and looked over.
"It's none of your business, sleep peacefully." Lan Gang shook his head in a deep voice, quickly got dressed and went out.
It is true that he is one of the Four Great Detectives, and it is true that he is powerful, but in the end, it still depends on the face of the foreign devils.
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Mandarin Hotel, in the lobby.
"A Dong, thank you this time. If it weren't for you, I really don't know what the consequences would be."
Chu Heng, who went back to the house and changed into clean clothes, sat on the sofa in the lobby with great dignity, put a stack of hundred-dollar bills in front of A Dong, and said with a smile: "This is a little bit of my thoughts, please don't
dislike."
"Thank you Mr. Chu, thank you Mr. Chu!"
Seeing the pile of money, Adong's eyes almost bulged out. He didn't even care about the symbolic excuses and just grabbed the pile of money, his happy little tongue exposed.
This money is already equivalent to ten years of his salary!
Seeing this, the hotel manager, front desk lady and other staff who gathered aside all looked envious, wishing they could turn back time immediately so that they could replace Adong to drive Chu Heng's car and block the gun.
Not far away, the fat woman sitting at the front desk looked at them uneasily, her face changing constantly, which was more beautiful than the face changing in Sichuan Opera.
